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sleeplessdreamer14 · a day ago
imagine marrying Bruno and Pepa “accidentally on purpose” makes it rain
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certaincollectionlandblog · 6 months ago
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elfwoodfae · 5 months ago
“Hombre y Mujer” Bruno Madrigal x reader
Authors note: I literally have no excuse or control with the direction this went, I also don’t really like it but alas.
Part 2
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“Come again?” His voice trembles, he is unsure of what his mama just said. A thick swallow expands his throat, the room is silent but he can feel the cloud forming over Pepa’s head.
“ I’m not asking you to marry her if you don’t want to Brunito,” there it is, the soft name he knows she knows weakens him, the one she used to use when she was a kinder woman, when he was only a child. “I am only asking you to please meet her, I won’t force anything upon you, those days are long over mijo.”
“Mama no puedes estar hablando en serio. We just got him back.” Julieta intercepts, trying to reason, she knows her brother is reaching his breaking point, any moment now he would flee to his room and stay there for days on end.
“Please, calma, solo pido que la conosca.” She tries once again, “their situation is rather delicate, their mother died at childbirth, their abuela raised them, she is worried they will be left to fend for themselves, and you mijo, you are unmarried, i just want to look out for you, for the family.”
“Mama just promise me you won’t push it.” Julieta says, taking notice of the way Bruno has stilled on his seat.
Night approaches faster than he would have liked, he is sitting at the table, Mirabel to his left, an open chair to his right where you will be seating soon. His niece squeezes his hand briefly, a reassuring touch; all eyes are on him, everyone is aware of the situation thanks to Dolores who is sending him condescending looks. He had debated whether to look into the future for any outcome regarding you, but he is terrified, terrified of what he will see, he prefers to leave it at that, some things are better left in the dark. Dolores squeaks, a signal to everyone that Abuela and you are fast approaching, the room is tense, even Camilo has refrained from doing any kind of snarky remark or shifts in appearance. He is not sure if they all pity him or fear the wrath of their matriarch if they as so much breathe too harsh.
“Welcome, welcome to our home, to our Casita.” She announces, footsteps now obvious to everybody else; he feels sweat trickling down the back of his neck, his knuckles rasping the wood of his chair as he mumbles lowly. “Knock, knock, knock on wood” before standing up, turning around to face you. It’s the first time he has seen you, with being away for 10 years hiding in the walls and no one liking him in the village are more than enough reasons for him to not visit it often. He can’t deny himself how beautiful you are, your face soft, your fractions gentle and still your eyes hold a storm that not even your kind smile can properly hide.
He manages to not mess up the dinner, to control himself from mumbling too much or trowing salt too often over his shoulder, he knows his family wouldn’t mind, but old habits die hard and he still fears the disapproving eyes of his mama. Your abuela looks his way, her eyes expecting, excited almost, did she really not care you would be given off to “the seer”? The bad omen, the evil eye that haunted the town from his tower as the town used to call him.
He clears his throat, he can feel everyone’s eyes watching him, begging him not to, he can feel his mother’s eyes on him, they are pleading but surprisingly gentle, a look he hasn’t seen in decades; and then he looks at you, you don’t look happy, but you don’t look sad, you just look at him as if your life depended on him and in a way it did, he was about to change it, for the better or for the worst.
“I…”he begins, nerves taking a hold on him, his hands itching to touch the wood, to feel the salt under them, his fingers twitch and he can feel the pressure beginning to build on the back of his neck, he knows something is coming, he can feel the pain beginning to roar the longer he tries to hold it.
“Yes Brunito?” His mother pushes a little, he is about to decline politely, to explain he doesn’t want to seal your fate to his, that you could do much better than him, but as his mouth opens the words that leave it startle even him, they take him by surprise, they freeze him in the spot as his mind struggles to catch up to them, but he can hear his family, he can hear the gasps leaving some and the sigh of relief leaving his mother. He blanks out after that, vaguely aware that you have left and he is supposed to be at the church tomorrow at noon.
The wedding is small, private, only his family attend and your abuela. It’s over faster than he would have imagined. There is not a big celebration after either, no party or people dancing to loud music. There is only a dinner, is quieter than usual, everyone eats, talks, a few questions are asked, you smile kindly at his family, you don’t show any resentment or dislike towards them. You still haven’t talked to him, or looked at him, he can feel the crippling anxiety rising within him, his knuckle keep rasping the chair every 5 minutes as he mutters to himself. Dinner wraps up, a small round of congratulations are offered to you both, and before he knows it he is leading the way to his… your shared bedroom in silence.
The first thing you notice about him is his height; 7 feet frame your ass, he is 5.9 on a good day. He doesn’t look creepy, doesn’t look evil or scary for that matter. If anything he looks like a scared child who is too afraid to look too closely at something in fear they may break it. He fidgets with his hands a lot, his fingers trace over wood more times than what you manage to keep count on. He mutters to himself constantly and you can feel him looking at you from the corner of his eye. Is hard to believe this is the same man the town keeps warning you about. His family is kind, they try at least, to make you feel welcome, Mirabel specially, she is kind and talkative, but you can see the way her words are laced with a promise, she protects her tio, she is making sure you know that. In a way it feels ironic, everyone is congratulating you even if they know this wasn’t an union of choice.
Bruno walks you to the room, the one you will both share, is a silent walk, the night has fallen over and as you approach the seer’s tower his imposing doors growls at you. He doesn’t look anything like the man in that portrait, and as he approaches the door his eyes flash green momentarily, the magic burning behind them. You had never seen this part of casita, but the towns people had always complained how many stairs his room had, that everytime you wanted a vision you would have to climb thousands of them, only to come back disappointed; but to your surprise the room barely has any, perhaps in a different time, when he was a different man the room had contained as many as everyone claimed, but now it barely have a few, they lead to a second floor, where a round giant door resided closed.
The floors are wooden, a dark wood that contrasts with the pale sand color adorning the walls, big green curtains cover the windows, and clocks and hourglasses could be seen almost in every corner, accompanied by bookshelves and rugs, and near the big bed you could spot a bowl of salt, and one of sugar, it seemed to always be on reach for him.
“I-I have a hammock to sleep in. You can take the bed.” He says, gesturing to the corner of the room, where a hammock could be seen tucked in. He doesn’t seem to expect anything out of you, at least not tonight and if anything he seems more nervous and fidgety than you would have imagined.
“It’s okay, I appreciate it.” You try to smile at him but he won’t meet your eyes, mumbling lowly and excusing himself with barely audible whispers as he moves away. And so it begins, a routine you have both settle on. He sleeps on the hammock and you on the bed, and besides a few good morning and good nights you two barely actually talk. The same cannot be said about his family, they have warmed up to you and by this point, almost a month in Camilo feels comfortable enough to shift into your appearance to joke around, and Dolores has decided you are to be her new best friend as you both spend a lot of time together, time you wish you could spend knowing the man who refuses to open up to you, he spends most of his days in company on Mirabel, talking or putting on plays with his rats. He seems normal, too normal, nothing creepy happens around him, no glowing lights or glowing eyes, and apart from his usual habits you can’t say you have seen him use his gift at all.
Is during dinner that night that it happens, he seems out of it, more than usual, his family seems to notice, asking him if he is feeling okay, he has his hood drawn, covering his eyes, he has barely touched his food and everytime you try to look at him he avoids your gaze, and only replies with a soft nod and a quiet whisper about having a headache.
“Bruno.” Pepa warns, what is she warning him about you aren’t sure, but he won’t bulge, as you have come to learn not even Julieta’s food can heal all issues when it comes to their gifts.
“Tio do you want me to help you get to your room?” Mirabel offers softly, sitting next to him, and for no particular known reason your blood boils a little when he replies to her with more than one word. You want the trust he has in her. You want him to open up to you, but you understand, you know this is his family and to him you are still an outsider. And perhaps you will be all your life since he doesn’t seem willing to let you in. Everyone goes back to their conversation, no one pushes him any further and once dinner ends you both part ways, he disappearing off to somewhere in the house and Dolores volunteering you to do dishes with her so she can tell you all about her date with Mariano.
You haven’t heard from him at all when bed time arrives, no one seems to mind and the shyness that comes with asking about him stops you from inquiring. A sick feeling on your stomach begins to settle as you slip into the bed, alone, you wish he would share it with you, that he would open up to you, you don’t dislike him, he is kind, at least you have seen him interact with his nephews and sisters, he tries to be quiet, to not take much space. You only wish he would let you in, to know him, how long would a marriage truly last if you are only strangers. It’s hard to conceal sleep but eventually the tiredness of the day wears you down into a slumber.
Noise awakens you, Bruno is not in the room, there’s voices speaking, almost screaming over one another, you can hear Julieta asking for space and cabinets doors opening and closing. Getting up the bed you quickly open the door, from the hallway is clear something has happened and you push your feet to move forward, to walk down the stairs faster, your heart feels as if it will explode out of your chest as you approach the kitchen, you can see the family gathered around someone and your worst fear comes out to surprise you once you manage to make way only to find Bruno siting in the middle, a gasp leaves your lips as you take on his appearance, tears burning behind your eyes.
His eyes are green, so bright green is blinding to look at, the glow is strong, but you can clearly see the shadow of destroyed blood vessels underneath, his face is pale, and blood is running down his nose, his arms are lifted forward, trying to grasp onto Julieta’s dress. He looks so lost, the terrifying realization that when his eyes glow, he is blind, he can only see his visions but he is blinded to the outside. His panicked expression breaks your heart, feet moving forward on their own accord you end up in front of him, hands finding his hair as you run them through it only to hold on to him and move him forward onto your dress, it doesn’t matter if his blood stains it, you push his face onto it, feeling his arms instantly circle your middle.
“Julieta..” he begins trying to speak but you can tell is taking a lot out of him just to form the sentence.
“Shhh is okay, estas bien, estoy aquí.” You call out today him, trying to comfort him. The sound of your voice makes him tense automatically, he tries to move away but you hold your stance, you hold him to you, your hands moving to his jaw, gently moving his face in the direction of yours.
“Bruno.” He tenses, your tone is firm, reprimanding but soft and devoting. It’s the first time you have said his name out loud. The sound rolls like honey out of your lips.
“Let me be here for you. We are one, we are hombre y mujer.” You remind him. ‘The holiness of marriage’, that holds you both together in sickness and health. He feels you crouch down to his level; he can’t see you but he can feel you moving closer to him. Your hands softly caress his cheeks, pushing the hair out of his face, holding him, never once moving away, never scared of the sight before you. He closes his eyes; they burn so bright you can see them from behind his closed eyelids, and he finally relaxes into your touch.
After he feels strong enough to walk you help him to the room, Julieta and Luisa help you move him, and she explains to you how his visions sometimes can pain him immensely, how he looses control of them when he represses them for too long, it anguish your heart to hear this. Once in the room Bruno tries to move from where Luisa has settled him on the bed, and before he can as so much open his mouth your hand is on his shoulder, pushing him back down, it’s been too long of him sleeping on that hammock, he needs a real bed. He tries to complain, to excuse himself and tell you he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable but you won’t have it, shushing him and telling him to relax, que se esté tranquilo. He knows he won’t win this one, settling back down his eyes toning down, returning to their natural hue as he closes them, his hand rubbing his forehead gently.
The bed dips next to him, shooting anxiety all through his body as he starts to mumble once again, crossing his fingers and holding his breath until you are completely laying in it. You move slowly towards him, turning to face him before listing your hand and softly tangling your fingers on his hair, pushing his head to rest against your neck. His breathing quickens momentarily, your fingers run through his hair, a comfortable silence settles over the room and he finally allows himself to relax enough to move his arms around your frame, his fingers caressing lightly the skin of your waist. He is so quiet you think he most have fallen asleep; you are about to close your eyes and relax into his touch when his voice suddenly breaks through the quietness.
“I was alone for a very long time.” He says. The statement taking you by surprise, this is the first time he has willingly opened up to you. “No one would get close to me, I was the bad omen of the town, the seer, only giving terrible visions and unforgiving destinies.” He continues, his fingers faltering for a moment on their movements.
Your fingers move a little faster, reassuring m him that you are here, that you are listening to him. You feel him breath in before continuing.
“I-I didn’t want to tie you down to my misfortune, I didn’t want you to have to sacrifice your life by marrying me, you know, but I froze, and I couldn’t focus on the words, and once I saw I couldn’t take them back i became terrified, terrified to get close only for you to leave, to leave like they all did.” He concludes and you can feel the way his body shakes, the wetness accumulating on your dress from his tears, and so you treasure it, this moment of weakness, of vulnerability he is gifting you.
“Bruno.” You begin, moving his face slightly upwards to look at you, his glazed over eyes staring at you, waiting for a reprimand or a complain at his over sharing, he is ready for you to tell him how you don’t care about any of this, how you are only by his side because he made the mistake of confusing his words. But it never comes, instead he only sees affection in your eyes, he only sees softness and understanding, he holds his breath, closing his eyes when he feels your hand softly caress his face, your nose coming close to his and rubbing it slightly against his own.
“Tú eres mi futuro amor. I’ll be here, ready for you, whenever you want to open up, whenever you need someone.” You whisper to him, taking in the way his eyes widen, and his grip on you hardens. His eyes move to your lips before quickly looking up to meets yours again, his hands softening on you before squeezing again.
“Can I…” he begins unsure of how to proceed before you nod in affirmation, his lips moving softly to graze yours while his eyes close, your hand moves back over his hair, pulling him to you before closing the space completely, crashing your lips with his, feeling his breathing change pace as he moves closer.
His lips are soft, the stubble along his lips tickling your skin. Your hands move across his hair, tangling themselves on his curls, pulling slightly and you can hear him hiss. Your lips parting, allowing him access to explore further. He surprises you, you wouldn’t have thought he would be such a good kisser, his teeth nibbling your lips lightly. Your hand trails down his back, pulling the fabric of his ruana up, trying to get it off him, he doesn’t mind, allowing you to remove it, sitting himself up and allowing you to straddle him, a blush covers his face when he sees your hands moving to the hem of your dress, moving it up and leaving you bare to his eyes.
He gets nervous, shying away and placing his hands on your waist, his eyes focus on your face, he refuse to move them from there.
“You don’t need my permission to look.” You offer him, trying to ease some of the nerves off of him. Hesitantly he complies, trailing his eyes down, you can see the blush spread through his cheeks, his hands trembling as he moves them over the soft skin of your back, burning your skin on their wake. You lean forward, capturing his mouth once again in a kiss, playing with the button of his shirt, giving him enough time to stop you if he doesn’t feel ready, but he doesn’t, he allows you to remove it completely. Your fingers trace his chest, feeling the subtle salt and pepper trail of hair that adorns it before moving up to trace his shoulders, feeling them and moving your hands over his back. The muscles pulling taunt at the attention.
He looks at you, studying your face as you study him in silence, as you trace every fragment of skin you can reach.
“Eres tan hermoso.” You whisper against his lips. His face turns a deeper shade of red and you can feel the reaction your compliment has on him immediately, the bulge in his pants painfully pressing against your center.
You move your hips slightly, experimentally, feeling for a reaction out of him. He whimpers, tightening his hold on you before dipping forward and hiding his face on your neck, planting soft kisses there as he begs for you to do it again. A quiet moan escapes you, the friction building up wetness between your legs and you can feel him becoming more confident as he nips at your neck, his hands moving slowly around you to feel up your chest.
“Y/n” he calls out to you, he sounds broken, desperate, and you remove yourself from him, allowing him space to remove his pants, his eyes are cloudy, a light green hue taking over them, his mind fogged over by the comfort you bring him.
“Bruno” you tease, “ tocame cariño” you moan out for him.
A groan escapes him as his hands move up your leg, feeling the soft skin of your thigh. He feels nervous, unsure, his insecurities prickling at the back of his mind, making him doubt himself; but you take notice of this, moving your own hand over his leg, reaching the pulsing member resting against his stomach. He jumps when your hands touch him, a whine escaping him when your finger wrap themselves around him, giving an experimental stroke, making him throw his head back, his mouth opening slightly as a moan escapes him. Your mouth trails kisses along his jaw, biting softly at the skin of his neck as your hands speeds up its movements, but he quickly stops you, his hand moving to grab your wrist.
“Si sigues así me voy a venir.” He says, face flush red and eyes half lidded.
“We don’t have to do more than this today…” you begin to say before he interrupts you.
“I want to feel you.” He says, his eyes glowing green at the idea, he tries to close them but your reassuring touch distracts him enough to forget about that aspect.
Your hand moves to his arm, pulling him over you to the bed, laying back with him over you, your legs parted, allowing him space to be in the middle. You are aware this won’t last long, you doubt he has had a partner in decades, but the satisfaction of seeing him so undone is more than reward enough.
Grabbing his hand in yours, you guide his fingers up the inside of your thigh, closing your eyes as they get closer to your core. You feel him suck in a breath when they reach your folds, feeling the wetness collected there and you guide his fingers over the area before removing them, your eyes focusing on his face. He dips his face down, looking in the direction of his hand on you, seeing the way his fingers work on you, snapping his head back to yours when a soft moan escapes you, making his cock pulse painfully. He repeats the movement, pressing his finger harder as he moves it slowly over your bundle of nerves, watching you as soft whimpers and moans escape you. You can feel his middle and ring finger gracing your dripping hole, adding to the sensation building up from his attentions in your clit. You can feel your orgasm fast approaching as you dig your nails on his forearm.
“Bruno…” you moan softly his name, feeling him throb against your leg at the mention.
“Vente cariño, dejame sentirte.” You don’t think you have ever heard anything more erotic than his voice in this moment, this surge of confidence he is feeling at the reactions he is managing to get out of you are a treasure you want to hold onto forever.
“No.. amor, quiero venirme alrededor de ti.” The simple phrase sends him in a frenzy, removing his fingers as a groan escapes him, moving himself over you, kissing you before aligning himself with you, he is so painfully hard; a long moan escaping him when the head of his cock pushes past your lips into your fluttering hole, the sensation making you mumble incoherent words as your nails dig into his arms.
He closes his eyes, needing to take a moment to breathe before continuing, groaning as he finally burries himself inside of you.
“Estas tan apretada.” He grunts out against the skin of your neck before kissing it softly.
“Move please, I need you.” You beg him, your voice higher than usual, your forehead sweaty and your cheeks flush, the stretch of him feels delirious and you can’t wait to know what it will feel like having him ramming into you with all he has.
Your wish is his command as he moves his hips back, pushing them forward, his eyes roll to the back of his head as pleasure shoots up on him. He settles into a rythm, deep, fast thrusts that leave you breathless, the building pressure behind in your lower abdomen intensifying with every push of his cock into you, his face is the pure expression of pleasure, his eyes glowing, half lidded and his mouth opens, lewd sounds he wasn’t aware he was capable of making escaping him as he burries is face on your neck.
“No pares amor.” You manage to chock out, feeling your orgasm about to explode.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, dejame sentirte cariño.” He grunts out against your skin and those words are enough to send you over the edge, your walls tightening around him, a high pitch moan escaping you as your legs lock around his back. The feeling of your fluttering walls around him push him further into madness, tangling his hands on your hair he sucks a mark on your neck, before pressing himself impossibly closer into your body and speeding up his thrust, unrelenting his pace as moans and grunts escape him, feeling himself closer and close until the pressure building in his core snaps, making his movements sloppiest as he spills inside of you.
“Are you okay?” He asks once his breathing normalizes, his usual fidgety self is back, the anxiety of his performance now taking over him.
You nod at him, a lazy smile playing on your lips as you pull him closer to you.
“I have never been better mi amor.” You mumble out to him, kissing him softly, tangling your fingers on his before squeezing his hands. Accommodating him on your chest your fingers find his hair, playing with the strands as you lure him to sleep and for the first time in decades he falls asleep faster than he remembers, no thoughts plaguing his mind, only you.
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squeamishdionysus · 5 months ago
Twists and Turns
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Reader
CW: none to note!
Summary: Bruno begins to fall for a single mother with triplets and a bookshop.
Notes: reader uses she/her pronouns! I may make this a series, so let me know if you'd like to be tagged!
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You huffed, setting in the last book on the shelf in alphabetical order. You did love Camilo Madrigal, but sometimes you wondered if the boy was trying to drive you insane. He always had a hard time choosing books to purchase, meaning he'd pull nearly every book in your store out of the shelves and then put them back in the wrong place, leaving you to reorganize it every time. Sure, this is what you signed up for when you decided to open up a book shop, but that didn't mean you enjoyed doing it.
You sighed heavily, pushing in the last book right as Julio, one of your little boys, shouted from the front desk.
"Mama! Amira is trying to drink your coffee again!"
You groaned, rolling your eyes and turning just in time to catch your five year old daughter trying to take a sip from your cup of coffee.
"Amira, no! Coffee is for grownups!" You scolded, walking over and taking the cup away from her. Maybe Camilo could make things up to you by watching over your kids sometime this week, because you were getting to the point where you needed a break.
Amira crossed her arms and pouted, giving a glare towards Julio.
Julio gave her an angry look, standing by your side.
"I am not a tattletail!"
"No namecalling either!"
The ringing of the bell at the front of the shot quickly distracted you from the argument your two kids were beginning to have, your head turning to spot your last child at the front door with a big smile on his face.
"Mama, mama! Can I have my future read?" David said, running up to you and throwing his arms around your waist. You were perplexed as to what he meant, returning the hug hesitantly.
"David, honey, what are you talking about?"
David looked up at you with big wide eyes and an even larger grin.
"Mirabel's tio is coming to the shop, and I wanna have my future read!"
Oh, right, of course he meant Bruno Madrigal. Admittedly, you didn't know much about the man other than he was the tio of your best customers and the town's resident fortune teller, and you had never really given him much thought beyond that. Of course, you became a little more intrigued when the man came out of hiding, beginning to spot him more and more around town. You still didn't know much about him, other than the fact that he was oddly handsome and your kids seemed to love him.
Before you could answer your little boy, the bell at the front rang again, this time the man in question being the one to open the door. You looked at him right as he looked up at you, his eyes wide and surprised as if he wasn't expecting you, the owner of the book shop, to be there. Of course, he may have been overwhelmed by the sight of your son squeezing the life out of you while your two other children fought in the background, which would be... understandable.
You gave an awkward cough and smiled at him, gently leaning down to pick up David.
"Hi! Welcome to the Encanto bookshop. How may I help you?"
He continued to stare for a moment before snapping out of it, stammering just a bit before he cleared his throat.
"Oh, um, I'm just here to browse. My niece recommended your selection and i just thought I'd... check it out."
You noticed that his voice was oddly shaky and unsure for someone who was supposedly in his fifties, but you guessed living alone for ten years would make anybody a little unsure, so you just nod.
"Ah, Mirabel?"
He stood up a bit more, peaking up as you mentioned his family.
"Oh, um, Dolores actually!"
You grinned, recalling the numerous times the young woman had visited your store. You were sure if you didn't get any new shipments, she would've nearly cleaned out your romance section by now. If you let her, she would go on and on for hours about the most recent one she had read, and you let her know that she was always welcome to talk to you about her love of reading whenever she wanted to.
"Ah, that makes sense. She's one of my best customers. Well, your whole family is, but she's definitely my most frequent one."
He laughed hesitantly, smiling affectionately.
"Yeah, she lent me a few of the books she had gotten here and I decided I ought to just check out the shop myself."
"Well, take your time! Let me know if you need anything, I have some shelves I need to restock."
He gave you a nod and immediately went off to the nearest shelf to browsed. You watched him for just a moment, taking note of how he immediately seemed to gravitate towards the dramas and plays more than anything else, seeing how his brown eyes lit up when he saw you had a certain title. But, when you heard a sharp cry behind you, you quickly lost your focus, turning around to see your two other children swatting at each other.
You gasped, immediately beginning to scold the two of them.
"Now, you two are old enough to know better than to fight each other! Amira, go sit in the back room. Julio, go to the front. I don't want to see either of you move until I finish restocking! Is that clear?"
They both gave remorseful looks and nodded, Amira making sure to stick her tongue out one last time at Julio before making her way to the backroom.
You sighed, putting David down and ruffling his hair.
"Now, don't bother Mr. Bruno, okay? He's just here to buy some books, not to read your future. Now, why don't you go find something to do and watch your siblings while I do my job?"
David nodded with a grin, going off to a little table with paper and crayons on it to draw. You let out another heavy sigh, stretching out your arms and heading back to your desk to drink the rest of your coffee.
"Triplets, huh?" you heard your only customer say, causing you to look up at him. He already had a red book in his hands surprisingly and a warm smile on his face.
You gave a small smile, chuckling.
"Yeah... they're a handful sometimes, but I love them."
"They remind me of me and my sisters when I was their age."
Your eyes widened as you suddenly recalled that Bruno was a triplet himself, your hand running over your face.
"Oh, yeah! You, Pepa and Julieta are all triplets, right?"
He laughed, nodding.
"Guilty!" He rolled his shoulders, looking to the side. "We were just like your little ones when we were kids. Julieta and I would always manage to get on Pepa's nerves and we would just keep pressing her buttons until we swore she was going to shoot us with lightning."
You laughed, already imagining Pepa fuming up and a storm brewing above her head.
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Hey! That's siblings for you."
"Well, I guess I'm just lucky my kids can't control the weather, then."
He laughed, nodding. You smiled and looked back down at the book he had in his hands, holding your free hand out to him.
"May I see what you picked out?"
Bruno looked down at your hand then back at you, nodding and passing it over before going to scratch at his neck.
"Uh, yes!"
You gave him a grateful nod and began to look over the book, turning it so that you could read the title on the spine.
"Ooh, this is a good one! Lots of twists and turns in it. I take it your a fan of drama?"
He chuckled, nodding.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"I get it. It's nice to worry yourself with other people's problems sometimes."
He sighs, nodding as if he knows that feeling all too well. He looks like he's about to ask you something before he's interrupted by a certain someone running up to him.
David looks up at Bruno with big doe eyes, surprising the man as he's taken back by the little boy.
"Is it true you can read the future?" he asked loudly, standing on his toes to look up at the man.
Bruno gave him an awkward look, chuckling shyly and nodding hesitantly.
"Um, yes, but I'm afraid I can't do any uh... prophecies right now, sorry."
You were about to scold David for trying to ask for a prophecy before David spoke ahead.
"No, that's okay! I predicted my own future!"
And with a quick motion, David held up a picture he had drawn, of what appeared to be him, albeit grown and super tall, with the bookshop and a stick animal in the back.
"In the future, I'm going to be big and strong, so strong I'm going to be able to carry the book shop all around the world and I'm gonna give everybody books! I'm also going to have a dog!"
Bruno looked at the drawing curiously, grinning as he looked down at your kid. You looked down at him, too, surprised at the creativity and thoughtfulness he had put into the drawing.
"Yeah, kid, seems like it to me!"
David giggled, bouncing excitedly. You heard Julio whine from the front of the store.
"I wanna draw my future!"
Amira echoed back a "me too!" and with that, you sighed.
"Alright, you two can come back out if you promise to behave."
The two kids quickly ran up to you, nodding and swearing they wouldn't fight again as they quickly turned to the drawing table. Bruno smiled at your three kids as you gave David a squeeze.
"Why don't you go help them out, sweetheart?"
And with that, David was gone as well, leaving just you and Bruno again.
"Your kids are really great," he said, gazing over at the three of them all passing crayons to each other. You gave a proud smile and nodded.
"Yeah... they're my babies, after all!"
He looked back at you and smiled, before pointing back down at the book.
"How much do you think it'll cost?"
You hummed, looking up at him through your eyelashes and giving him a sly smile. You hand it back over to him, your fingers brushing lightly against his as you pat his hand. You take a sip of your coffee before saying, "since it's your first selection, you can have it for free. Your niece buys enough from me that I can afford to give a few books out."
The man seemed to flush at your gesture of kindness, looking down at the book and then at you with a surprised reaction.
"I- uh- I can't, I'll just feel bad later. Seriously, I have the money, I can just-"
"No, no! Please, just let me know if you enjoy it, maybe over a cup of coffee? That's the most you could do for me."
Bruno's face began to burn slightly as he stared into your eyes. Your own face began to heat up as you realized you just inadvertently asked him out on a casual date. Well, not date really, but still.
Regardless of your flustered selves, Bruno managed to smile and give you a thumbs up.
"Alright! I'll swing by whenever I finish."
You beamed, happy you managed to convince him. Bruno began to walk out the door, before looking back at you.
"I'll see you later, Miss...?"
He flushed even further.
"Right, (Name). Goodbye!"
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anxiousnerdwritings · 5 months ago
What about yandad Bruno who left his child in his family hands while he's hiding in the caste walls?( Mother unknown?) And what if the village is on edge when Bruno child is in sight ?( We don't talk about Bruno child, No No~ oh oh~)
Yandere Bruno Madrigal Headcanons (Platonic)
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Bruno never wanted to leave you, that was the last thing he ever thought he would have to do but in his eyes it was for the best. So, he left. He left for Mirabel, for the family, but most importantly he left for you. He didn’t want you to have to grow up with the stigma of having him as your father. But that’s what would happen anyway.
He couldn’t actually bring himself to leave the family, especially not you. He loved his family after all and he loved you the most. So, he stayed in the walls; living, watching, wishing. He didn’t want to miss a second of seeing his child grow up and be their own person. He just wished he could have been right by your side all the way through. He knew your mother would be watching over you, just as he was. As much as he missed and wanted nothing more than to hold his child in his arms again, Bruno believed that this is what needed to be done. He just prayed that he was still making the right decision.
Bruno would secretly love to see some of his traits in his child. Whether it be them being overly superstitious, or having interest in acting, or maybe even a liking of rats. It would really show just how much they were like him. You were his, through and through.
It would really hurt him to know that the villagers treated you differently all because you’re his child. Even if you didn’t share a similar gift to his own, it would sadden him that the people would still throw you into the same category as him. He would blame himself entirely for everything, regretting ever leaving you all the more. But he would be so unbelievably proud of his child for baring with and not letting all the whispers and avoidance of the rest of the villagers get to them. Even if he did witness how truly affected they were when alone in the comfort of their own room. Seeing his child breakdown would shatter his entire being.
He would send his rats to comfort his child when they’re sad or upset. Or even just to check up on and keep an eye on you. They would come baring little gifts that Bruno had found or made himself. It was his own way of being able to interact with you and showing that he was still around. If anyone were to really upset you or hurt you in anyway then they would be getting a visit from some very angry rats and maybe, possibly, Hernando.
As tempted as he is to use his gift to know whether he and his child would ever finally be reunited, Bruno is too scared at what he’ll see. He doesn’t think he’d be able to handle the outcome, whether good or bad. Instead he would take to drawing little pictures of him and his child reuniting or him, his child, and the rest of the family all together. He’d rather have those then to know the truth.
It wouldn’t be all that surprising if Alma, Julieta and Pepa were very protective of you due to you being the last thing they have of Bruno. As much as they don’t like talking about him that doesn’t mean they ever lost their love for him and you just remind them so much of their Brunito. They weren’t going to lose you either. No matter what.
Julieta would be the one most likely to talk to you about Bruno, if you were ever wanting to know about your father and or your mother. She would be more inclined to take you in as her own in Bruno’s stead. She’d make sure you were well taken care of and that you felt wanted and loved. She feared you losing your way in the family too and that was the last thing she wanted. Julieta didn’t want to lose anyone else, not now, not ever.
Maybe Dolores takes up a close attachment for his child. She knows full well how affected they are by the way the other villagers act towards or around them, she can hear everything after all. Besides, she also knows that Bruno is still very much with them, staying as close as he can given his circumstances. Given her knowledge of everything going on, Dolores would want to help them as much as she can without giving anything away. They’re family and nothing would change that, not even them being Bruno’s child. When the rats aren’t there to comfort you, then Dolores will. That’s what family’s for, right?
When he is finally brought back into the family the first thing Bruno wants to do is apologize to you. He’s so sorry for abandoning you, for leaving you to deal with his stigma all by yourself. He hopes you can forgive him. He hopes you and he can start again, together, as father and child.
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pjwritingblog · 6 months ago
Prompt: Bruno peeks into your future, not because he has a crush on you or anything! Just because...y'know...he wants to know if you ever get a significant other
a/n: i'm pretty sure i saw another post with this same concept, not trying to steal any ideas! just having fun :) also do they eat paletas in colombia? i have no idea.
Bruno Madrigal did not have a crush on Y/N. He didn't! He was a grown man goddamnit, he didn't get crushes on every pretty person who treated him with anything better than contempt.
Which, y'know, maybe you were the first pretty person(other than his beautiful nieces and nephews, of course) who treated him with something better than contempt, but that was beside the point.
His family joked about his sugar addiction. How almost every afternoon like clockwork, he tried to convince someone to go down to the bakery with him. And sure, the shortbread cookies melted on your tongue like magic, and the cakes so rich you almost couldn't eat more than a bite, the paletas the single most perfect thing you could wish for on a hot day, but that wasn't why Bruno spent a small fortune there.
It was for you. He just...liked seeing you. Every day. It was very normal and not at all creepy.
Bruno didn't want to be creepy. His reputation had improved somewhat since he returned from his, ahem, 'extended vacation' but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable, especially at your job. Surely, after all, the whole town was already in love with you(not that Bruno was in love with you!), who could resist your unorthodox beauty? Your freckled smile? Your loud, boisterous laughter?
That's what he would do. He would simply find out who you were going to end up with. He'd take a quick little glimpse into your future, just enough to determine who the lucky winner of your affections was, and then he could let his heart be shattered and move on help the two of you fall in love! What a matchmaker he was to his friend.
In his new vision cave, he hastily set everything up, wanting to know already, and as the sand began to swirl in sparks of emerald, his heart started pounding. There you were, walking in the park hand-in-hand, sharing a meal, passed out together on a couch...Each vision of you and a shadowy figure made Bruno's heart splinter. He wanted you to be happy, he really, really did, this was normal, this was fine....he focused harder and the shadow finally started to take shape.
That...couldn't be right.
He had to have done something wrong.
Because as the image sharpened, the vague shape, the one that you were gazing at adoringly, brushing the hair out of their eyes and giving them a slow, soft kiss....was him.
And he looked...happy. The bags under his eyes were less oppressive, his clothes didn't hang off a skeletal frame, but mostly he seemed to just glow, with warmth and love and joy.
He stopped the vision, dusting the sand off his body. He ran his hand through his hair, took a deep breath, and bolted down the stairs to find his family.
"Does anyone want to go to the bakery?"
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letmereadfanfictionsinpeace · 5 months ago
Hey do you guys think Bruno feels even lonelier and more left out than he already feels when the Madrigals eat outside and he can’t join them behind the little crack?
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Like imagine him sitting down, waiting for the family to get together for a meal but no one shows up and he goes “ah… must be a sunny day outside…It’s good that Pepa’s happy!” and just eats alone or doesn’t eat at all because he doesn’t care about the food he just cares about feeling included
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yoursweetdenial · 4 months ago
Y/N: I am darkness. I am power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am-
Bruno: A doll.
Julieta: A cinnamon roll.
Pepa: A sweetheart.
Y/N: ...stop it.
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angelltheninth · 5 months ago
I ask for more bruno x fem reader it must have nsfw so as fluff romantic…….Oh cmon Im single……BTW I LOVE THE LAST BLOG YOU MADE ABOUT BRUNO IT WAS SO GOOD LIKE OMG❤️
THANK YOU! Great username btw! I actually have an angsty smut story with Bruno x Fem!Reader in the works but here are some fluffy headcanons!
Pairing: Bruno x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, fluff, established relationship, gentle sex, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjobs, gentle Bruno
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Bruno is a very gentle lover
He always puts your needs and pleasure before his own
A little insecure in the beginning and maybe fumbles a little
He gets hard really quickly when he's around you
Loves to start of with kissing you everywhere
Makes sure to keep eye contact at all time
Bruno becomes a whimpering mess when ever you give him a blowjob
Loves to praise and be praised
Doesn't like positions where he can't embrace you in some way or look at your face
Very fast and eager learner
Likes to get feedback so he can make things even better for you next time
Bruno lovies, loves, loves to go down on you
If he isn't hard he will get you off by fingering you, but he prefers to fuck you with his dick
Won't jerk off often, he prefers you instead
Loves to hear and see you come
Also loves when he comes inside of you, it makes him feel more connected
If you play with his hair or caress his face during sex he will practically purr
Quick to clean up and get you anything you need afterwards
Be ready for lots of cuddles afterwards
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m0chaminx · 4 months ago
hiii, if its not a hassle could you please write a bruno madrigal and reader where he gets jealous bcs someone is flirting with his girlfriend(reader)? and he gets all scary and intimidating and everyones like "woah!!" bcs no ones ever seen him that angry before?? totally fine if you dont wna write it but thanks!!
Sorry this took so damn long, wanted to do my Bruno justice
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Request : hiii, if its not a hassle could you please write a bruno madrigal and reader where he gets jealous bcs someone is flirting with his girlfriend(reader)? and he gets all scary and intimidating and everyones like "woah!!" bcs no ones ever seen him that angry before?? totally fine if you dont wna write it but thanks!!
Prompt : None
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : drinking/intoxication, slight violence, Bruno being a blushy mess
Paring : Bruno Madrigal x F!reader
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Bruno can get very jealous and protective, very quickly
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I do not know any Spanish so I did use a lot of google translate, so if there's any mistake I apologize, just let me know ill fix it asap
Once Bruno came back to Casita properly, not inside the walls, he was beyond nervous, to say the least, but you had always brought him a sense of calm. You had dated Bruno for years before he disappeared and after a very sad, mad and confused reunion, a few months later your relationship was restored.
With Dolores and Marino getting engaged, and the town genuinely happy that Bruno had returned, Abuela threw a large party. Bruno was extremely nervous and was basically attached to your side for the night, which you didn't mind, because of course, Bruno needed to readjust to people. You were his rock, his everything, and he was yours.
"Hey, I'm gonna grab us some drinks yeah?" Bruno asked as his eyes caught a fruity drink table.
"Yeah, do you want me to come with you?" You asked while brushing Bruno's hair back. Bruno shook his head but promised he'd only be a few minutes. You nodded, promising you'd stay put so he would know where you were.
"Y/N?" A voice questioned. You turned around to see Diego walking towards you. "Holy hell, I haven't seen you for ages." Diego was drunk, if it wasn't clear by the half-drunk bottle of wine in his hand, then it would be the sway in his step or the slur in his words. Diego was an eccentric kind, overly so when he's drunk.
"Hey Diego," You said sweetly. "I think you've had enough." You reached for the bottle, but Diego pulled the bottle away from your reach, instead he simply placed a hand on your waist leaning in close to your face.
"You know Y/N, I've always thought you were the hottest girl around," Diego slurred his words, already trying to saddle up your side. The stench on his breath made you want to vomit, but when you tried to step back, he simply followed you. "I'm taken Diego, and you are wasted," You said sternly.
Diego shrugged his shoulders trying to lower his hand over your ass, but he was quickly shoved away. The familiar green poncho came into view and your eyes widened seeing Bruno standing in front of you protectively, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. The surrounding guests stopped and stared at the sudden outburst from the quiet man. "Listen, dude, I was trying to" Diego didn't get another word in as Bruno threw a punch at his nose.
"Bruno," You called to him, taking his hand in yours. His expression softened at the realization of what he had done. "Why don't we go back to your room yeah?" Bruno nodded, letting you pull him away.
As soon as you entered Bruno's room he sat on his bed, shoulders slumping in defeat. "I didn't mean to- I don't why I- I shouldn't have-" Bruno rambled covering his face with his hands.
You knelt in front of him, slowly taking his hands away from his face. Bruno looked at you, eyes blown wide and his lips pulled into a pout, if you were honest he looked like a kicked puppy. "I'm going to be real with you, I never expected that" You spoke softly, almost as if you would scare him away. "But I understand and am very glad you did. He was drunk he wasn't in his right mind, who knows what he would've done." Bruno smiled softly at you squeezing your hands. "And if I'm honest, that was hot."
Bruno's face darkened immediately with a blush throwing his hands back on his face. "Why?" Bruno whined while tugging his hood over his head. "You can't just say that." Bruno reached out, tugging on your shirt making you fall on top of him.
"Do you wanna stay up here? I'm sure Abuela will understand," You offered, using your hands to hold yourself up. Bruno nodded frantically, rolling you to the side so you could lie next to each other.
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ichigobunsss · 5 months ago
Te Deseo Lo Mejor(pt 6)
Bruno Madrigal x O/C Angst/Sexy Smutty Spice in the Walls/ Grab a SNACK
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“Ay, Dolores ya! Enough about the noises please. Ya lo dije, it’s the rats!”
“But Mamá, I think know the difference between rats and footsteps by now. And these were footsteps! Kind of like how Tío Brun-"
Thunder cracked over Pepas head and she turned towards her daughter with wide eyes, who held her hands over her ears. Pepa sighed and quickly shooed the cloud that formed over her head away.
“Lo siento, lo siento.” She said, taking in a deep breath and rubbing Dolores's ears to ease the pain she knew she was feeling from the crack of the thunder.
“Mija, you know how sensitive that topic is to Abuela and Tia Valeria, si? We don't talk about . . Well, just try to ignore it, hm?" Said Pepa. She glanced above her head, sighing in relief as the cloud finally disappeared.
Dolores sighed, tired of her family not listening to her-yet she was forced to listen to everyone else. Shrugging in defeat, she brushed past her mother and out the kitchen, bumping into Valeria in the process. Julieta was close behind her, as she was helping her bring supplies back from town.
"Ay, Sorry Dolores!" Valeria said, shifting the paper bag to one side and quickly fixing Dolores's small bow on her head that nudged a bit out of place. Dolores shook her head and gave her a small sad smile.
"Estás bien?" Valeria asked grabbing Dolores's chin softly, noticing her brows turn down into a sudden frown. But she looked up at Valeria nervously, as if she wanted to tell her something, but quickly nodded her head.
"Y-yes!" she squeaked out and quickly shuffling past her Tias in a hurry. Valeria turned towards Julieta, but her sister in law just shrugged, not knowing what was wrong either. As the two of them made their way into the kitchen, Pepa sighed in relief.
"Ay, please tell me you brought the wine!" she said, leaning against the counter. Valeria smiled mischievously and reached into the paper bag, pulling out a large wine bottle and waving it heartily.
"Eso!" cheered Pepa, a small rainbow appeared over her head as she bounced around in place happily. Julieta sighed as she placed her bag on the counter.
"Pepa, please don't over do it. You know how you get, cuando bebes demasiado." she said, as she began taking some of the groceries out. Pepa rolled her eyes and huffed.
"Julieta, come on. Mama will be at the Guzmán's tonight and the men will be at that silly horse race. It's the perfect night for Las Mujeres de Casa Madrigal to let loose!" she said excitedly. Valeria chuckled and headed over next to Julieta to help her unpack.
"Ay, Help me here muñeca!" said Pepa, pulling on Valeria's sleeve and pouting. She started to notice where Camilo got that from.
"I think . . " Valeria started, glancing over at Julieta who raised a eyebrow at her, a slight smile on her face. Pepa's eyes peered up at Valeria impatiently as her grip tightened around her sleeve.
"Quiero emborracharme esta noche." Valeria said firmly. Julieta rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips as Pepa happily danced around them both and hugging Valeria's side tightly.
"And the kids?" asked Julieta placing her hands on her hips, once Pepa settled down. But she just shrugged and waved her hand.
"Ah, you know Luisa and Isa can handle them! Come Valeria, I can finally wear that red lipstick I've been telling you about!" said Pepa as she pulled Valeria away from the vegetables she was happily putting away. Valeria let out a laugh as Pepa led her up the stairs. Letting that familiar warmth, that she hadn't felt in a while, finally seep into her chest .
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"And that's when - Hiccup!- I accidentally shot lightning on Félix's culito! Right after he asked me to marry him! Gritó tan fuerte! "
Pepa's head tilted back as she laughed loudly, accidently spilling some of her wine on the floor as she swayed, Casita helping her balance by shuffling the tiles under her feet a bit. The red lipstick she was excited about not too long ago was smeared all over her mouth, and her hair was loose and frizzed out in all directions, her headband long tossed to the side as she twirled around.
"Ay, Sorry Casita!" She said with a giggle, the rays above her head shining brightly in the dimly lit living room. Julieta and Valeria held on to their stomachs, bending over from sweet laughter as Pepa continued on with her story, dramatically mimicking her husband and prancing about the room.
Valeria had lost count of the cups of wine she drank, letting herself go and feel the buzz of the sweet liquor that melted against her mouth as a rosy tint appeared along her nose and cheeks. Julieta found herself losing count as well, often leaning over to Valeria's side and snorting louding as she watched her sister, her cheeks redder than hers.
Soon enough Pepa grew fatigue with jumping about the living room and plopped down on the floor in front of Valeria and Julieta on the couch.
"Muñecaaa, sing us that song you used to sing! The one about the Brujita!" She asked, after catching her breath. Valeria slumped back against the couch shaking her head with a giggle.
"No, no! " she exclaimed, bringing her hands up to cover her face as she giggled. Julieta nudged her head against Valeria's arm, and nodded.
"Si, Si! Cantar! Pepa sucks at singing! Ella canta como una ganso! Ha! Ha! -Oops!" said Julieta with a chuckle, as she clamped her hand over mouth.
"Oye!" said Pepa, lifting her head up from her spot on the floor, to playfully glare at her sister.
"Ya, Ya!" Valeria said, laughing. Julieta and Pepa turned and began to stare at her with bright drunken smiles on their faces, waiting for her to start. Valeria paused, making them think she wasn't going to sing, before dramatically lifting her arms.
"Ay que bonito es volar! A las dos de la mañana! A las dos de la mañana! Y ay que bonito es volar, ay mama!"
Pepa and Julieta cheered happily and began singing along with her, clapping their hands and standing up to sway around the room.
"Volar y dejarse caer! En los brazos de tu hermana! En los brazos de tu hermana!" Y hasta quisiera llorar!"
Valeria had grabbed the almost empty wine bottle to use as her personal micrófono and stood up on the wooden coffee table, Casita lifting the tiles to give her a bit of a boost, as she continued to belt out alongside her hermanas that happily dance around her.
"Me agarra la bruja y me lleva a su casa, me vuelve maceta y una calabaza!"
On into the night they sang different folk songs and danced until the three of them grew wary and slumped back down onto the couch. Valeria's eyes grew heavy, as Julieta snuggled her head on her lap and Pepa slouched up against the couch on the floor. Soon enough they all had fallen into a quick slumber. Nothing but the soft creaking of the Casita and the soothing winds outside sounding off into the night.
A sharp pain in Valeria's back from the awkward position she was in on the couch, had woken her up a few hours later. She tried forcing her eyes back shut, but her mouth was so dry and she desperately needed a glass of water.
Carefully lifting Julietas head off her lap, Valeria quietly tipped toed around Pepa's loud snoring form. But it had gotten so dark, she could barely see where she was going.
"Casita, por favor, help me to the kitchen." she whispered, turning back to make sure Julieta and Pepa were still sleeping. There was a faint nudge against her foot and after that another tile lightly bounced and a small trail started forming so Valeria could make her way out.
She followed along with the tapping of the tiles, not noticing that Casita was leading her away from the kitchen and towards the walkway of the brightly lit different doors of each of the gifted Madrigal rooms. Valeria lifted her head once she noticed the shining glitter of the rooms, and squinted down at the floor.
"I said the kitchen, silly." she mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she turned around, but froze once her eyes found a pair of green glowing orbs floating across from her on the other side of the walkway of the rooms. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the familiar orbs, but she harshly began rubbing her eyes, thinking it was the alcohol fooling her imagination. But when she dropped her hands, the green orbs were still staring back her with. But they quickly began moving away from her and towards the back of the walkway towards a plain painting that was hung up at the end of the wall.
Valeria felt the ground beneath quickly shift her, as the tiles quickly moved her to follow the retreating green orbs before the could escape. Soon enough she was in front of a hooded figure, blocking the painting in front of them that they seemed to be heading towards.
The hooded figure was out of breath and began to walk backwards away from her as she tried to reach up and pull the hood down, but they tripped backwards by one of the tiles that Casita perched up purposely to stop them. Valeria watched as they fell with a loud grunt, the hood slipping off the head, completely revealing a messy head of black curls that she was all too familiar with.
Valeria's hands were trembling and the effects of the alcohol that she had consumed seem to have completely burned off as anger began bubbling inside her, replacing the drunken happiness she had felt earlier that night, as she stared down at him.
His breath quickened as he stared up at her in a panic. The tiles under him lifted him up to fully stand in front of her. His breath brushing against her face as she stared back at him in shock.
But the sound of one of the children's shining doors began to creak open. Bruno forced his eyes away from her and he quickly tugged her arm to pull her away from the front of painting she was blocking, lifting it quickly and dragging her inside with him, covering her mouth in the process so she wouldn't give the both of them away.
Dolores had peeked her head out of her door and glanced around rubbing her sleepy eyes, before shrugging and turning back into her room.
"It's just the rats, it's just the rats. . . "
Bruno had taken Valeria deep into the walls of the home as she grumbled against his chest, pushing and shoving his head and arms for him to release her. When he had finally felt he was deep enough in his hideout for no one to hear, he set her down let his hand go from her mouth. But she began to yell out a curse and he quickly clamped his hand over it again with a sigh.
"Shh! " he hissed. Valeria shook her head aggressively against his calloused hand, wanting to yell out again, but her throat began to burn and her eyes blurred as tears began springing from her eyes as she glared up at the man she once called her husband. Bruno's eyes widened as he watched the tears spring from the corners of her eyes and on to the back of his hand.
"N-No, V-Valeria-"
But Valeria shoved him away and started pounding your fists on his chest over and over again as hot tears streamed down her face. He just stood there, letting Valeria take her anger out as she silently cursed under her breath. Bruno’s head hung low as she pushed and shoved his chest with all her strength.
“M-maldito, Mentiroso-"
She wanted to hurt him. She wanted him feel as empty as she felt the night he ripped himself away from her.
“Te odio, Te odio! No quiero verte nunca más!” Valeria choked out with as much venom as she could muster. She reached to punch his chest again, but he grabbed her arms firmly, stopping her in place.
“No me dejas eso-" he muttered under his breath. "Please. . "
“No-No, you don’t get to tell me that.” she said, trying to free her arms from his grasp.
“Dejarme!” She growled, as the anger continued to rise in her. Bruno finally lifted his head up, his glowing eyes angrily boring into hers. Valeria tried to wrestle free from his grip, but he held her in place, pushing her body against the wall and lifting her hands over her head so she couldn’t hit him again. But she began kicking at his legs, but he was already spreading hers apart with his knees for her to stop.
"Tate quieto-" he warned. But Valeria shook her head, too stubborn to let her anger rest.
“Dejarme-" she choked out, twisting her wrists against his clutch, they began to burn at how hard he was holding them. But Bruno just leaned in closer to her, his breaths hot and heavy on her mouth.
Bruno closed the space between them and kissed her mouth desperately. Valeria tried to move away as his lips attacked hers, cursing into his mouth, but she could no longer deny her body’s longing to have her husband's body back with hers.
Valeria gave in, letting her lips move with his as if he never left.
He let go of her hands, letting them drop from above her head. She instantly wrapped them around his neck, her hands rushing through his dark curls and pulling him closer. Moaning in his mouth as he sneakily edged his tongue between her teeth to tangle with hers.
“You’ve -been-drinking…” he said between sloppy wet kisses as he tasted that familiar twinge of alcohol on her tongue.
Of course he knew she had been, he had watched her sing and laugh with his sisters the whole night from behind one of the small vents in the living room with a giddy smile on his face.
“Gracias a ti. . .” Valeria said meanly against his mouth.
His hands roamed down the sides of her body and lifted her higher against the wall, yanking her legs up to wrap around his waist.
“Te amo-" he said as he pulled back to trail his kisses on her chin and down her neck.
“Te quiero-Te quiero, Mi preciosa mujer -" he mumbled against her skin, desperately nipping and sucking her sweet spots that he had memorized all too well.
“B-Bruno-" she breathed his name, he sighed happily against her neck.
“Si, mi vida- I’m here, I’m here- lo siento. . . Lo siento.” His lips ghosted over hers once more, his luminous eyes shining on her face. He wiped the tears that were stained against her cheek, glancing down at her swollen lips before attacking them once more.
He tightened his hold around her and guided them both to the small cot on the ground, laying Valeria down gently and hastily removing his ruana. His tender kisses never ceasing as he hovered over her body, his hands roaming under her skirt and tugging on the waistband of her undergarments.
“Quiero probarte..” he murmured against her neck as he made his way lower, practically begging . Valeria's mind raced and the air around her was so thick and hot, her eyes could barely focus on Bruno's form. His glowing eyes and the small crack of the wall letting the moonlight in were the only source of light in the small space. It was all happening so fast and felt as though the room was spinning.
Valeria's fingers tugged on Bruno’s hair roughly to get his attention and he groaned in response, looking up at her with wide eyes when he noticed her uneasy breathing.
“D-Do you want me to stop?” His asked, his voice cracking in between. She managed to shake her head no, pulling his mouth back up closer to hers.
“I wanted. . . to make sure. . I wasn’t .. dreaming this. .” she said breathy against his mouth. The corners of his lips turned up in a lopsided smile and he kissed her lips again softly before lowering his head once more.
“I didn’t want to leave. ." She heard him whisper against her stomach. His hands lifted her shirt a bit, just so he could nip the skin, trying to inhale as much of her as he could.
“But I couldn't take it anymore. . . las malas visiones." He said between kisses. Valeria's brows furrowed, wanting to respond as the cracked vision board she found all those nights ago flashed across her mind. But he had made his way back between her legs, her skirt now lifted around her waist as his fingers ghosted over the waistband once more, tugging them down softly. Pulling her lingering questions away from her mind.
Valeria sucked in a deep breath as the cold air hit her center. But Bruno leveled his face in front, his hot breath hovering over. Her hips rolled upwards slightly, as her core ached to be touched by him and him only.
He reached his head over her inner thigh to give it a chaste kiss, before bending down once more, taking a long sweet lick to her slit. Valeria moaned loudly, but Bruno quickly lifted one of his hands up to cover her mouth, his face still buried between her legs as licked and sucked her sweet flower.
"Lo siento querida, but you have to keep quiet. ." he said against herr sweetness , his eyes flickering up at her. Valeria furrowed her brows in annoyance as she glared down at him.
"Please?" his breathed, hot on her core. She huffed and nodded reluctantly. He gave her an adoring smile, before burrowing his head in between her thighs once more. The faint green glow disappearing between her legs.
She bit down on his fingers, trying to muffle her moans as his tongue flickered against her bud. Her wetness filling him with content as he darted his tongue against her, his two green orbs looking up at her from between her legs to watch, as she squirmed against his mouth. His pulled his hand from her mouth and let them snaked around each of her thighs, pulling her closer when she flinched away.
"Y-Ya, B-Brun- Ay- P-Papi-" Valeria clasped her hands over her mouth as she rocked against his mouth. He moaned into her at the sound of the nickname she rarely used for him, the vibrations of his mouth sending shockwaves into her body. She rocked against his head, her legs squeezing around him as she released into his mouth. He gave one last kiss to her heat and lifted himself up, kissing her deeply letting her taste herself on her lips.
Her hands wandered through his hair as he kissed her, his hands frantically pushing down his pants, as he grinded himself against her entrance as she wrapped her legs around his waist again. He moaned into her mouth, slowly pushing himself into her sweet entrance. Valeria ignored the slight pain, as she hadn't been touched by him in weeks, her body had begun to grow used to his absence.
The both of them stayed there for a moment, as Bruno pulled back from her lips to look down at her flushed face, letting her adjust around him. That empty feeling that he had ripped from her was slowly fading as their bodies melted within eachother like a puzzle piece crafted from heaven itself.
But she didn't want Bruno to take so much control so soon. So she pulled him to the side and rolled on top of him, not breaking the connection they formed as her hands pressed down on his chest, forcing him to stay on his back.
"Ay, coño cariño ." moaned Bruno, as he stared up at her, his glowing eyes hazed with lust as his hands found there way to her thighs, gripping them in place. Valeria smiled lazily down at him and began rocking, his hips immediately matching her movements as she let her head fall back, letting him fill her center that had been droughted without his love.
Bruno let out a whimper as he tried to lifted himself up to hold her closer. But she kept pushing him down onto his back as she continued to rock against him. Still wanting to have the upper hand as that small bubbling anger began poking the back of her mind again. Remembering how he left her that dreadful night.
She felt her body twitch at the overstimulating pleasure of having her beloved inside her once more. She hunched over him, her chest was so close to his face, the necklace around her neck kept brushing against his nose. Valeria's eyes peered over to her wedding ring on her finger that shined against his chest. His glowing eyes reflecting on the gold band beautifully as she desperately chased her second release. Bruno snatched her wedding hand and lifted it up to his lips, kissing it over and over as he rocked against her.
“Te A-amo, T-te -ah - Amo-” He groaned against her fingertips as he frantically thrusted up against her , begging for her to say it back. But Valeria continued on stubbornly not wanting to respond.
A wave of euphoria washed over them both, as they blended together in a heat of sweet and sticky release. Moaning into each others mouths as she pressed her lips back to his face to give him a heated kiss. When she pulled back, Bruno’s eyes were already fading back to their normal color.
Valerias eyes gazed into his as she tried to catch her breath. Finally being able to touch the outline of his face and trace the smallest details, like freckles along his nose. His beard was a bit thicker and his hair had grown longer to his shoulders. Her fingers traced his cheek, feeling the slight hollowness it now held as she glanced up at the bags that had grown under his eyes. He watched in silence as his wife mapped out his face, as if she’d forgotten what he’d look like but . . . He was still herBruno.
“Te Amo. ." Valeria finally whispered against his lips. Bruno’s eyes grew glossy as he stared up at her, a wave of relief washing over him as those words left her sweet lips. He let out a sob as she kissed his lips gently, repeating sweet soothing words of love against his skin and letting his tears stick on to her face as she tangled her hands in his curls.
Valeria had so many questions racing through her head as she nuzzled against his body. But she felt that if she dared ask, this moment would end. That Bruno would disappear into the night again, leaving her without a trace. She clenched onto his arms, tightly, not wanting him to move away from her. But he laid under her calmly, letting her slump against him achingly as he stroked her back.
"Please. . . no te vayas." she whispered against his chest. She felt his arms wrap around her body, her eyes growing heavy with exhaustion as she let herself fully drop on top of him.
"I won't."
If this was all her head. . . she did not want to wake up.
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shit just got real .
disney i'm so sorry i made your character do SINFUL things plz dont sue me, but it's your fault for making him so amazing
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(btw the folk song our ladies are singing is called "La Bruja" it's a mexican folk song but i'm using the version with my queen Salma Hayek y los vega it's one of my faves)
Yes im making it canon that julieta is a shaddy giggly drunk & pepa is a loud funny one😂
AND YES CASITA IS HELPING OUT ALOT LMAO & poor dolores is so tired of everyones shit
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peppermint-joys · 7 months ago
Headcanons for Dad Bruno Au… Pt. 1
a/n: this is LONG, I'm going to have to make additional posts, breaking this into part. Please dont let this totally flop.
Calling the posts "chapters" because I want to.
prompt: The beginning of the my Single Dad Bruno au.
Adelita Chapters: 1 (2) (3) (4) (5) (6)
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Adelita’s abuela loved her with her whole heart. 
The little girl reminded her of her daughter in all the best ways.
“Mi querida, there’s another rat in the house!” - Abuela
“Don’t kill it! What if they have important places to be?” - Adelita
But she couldn’t chase her around, or lift her high. She was getting up there in years.
Adelita loved to hear her stories, especially those regarding how her parents met.
“They met in the plantain fields. Your father he, was a farmer. Your mother thought he was funny.” - Abuela
“And then what happened?” - Adelita
Her abuela had to force her to go out and make friends.
“But who will keep you company?” - Adelita
She’s the wallflower of the village children.
The child who lives at the very edge of town; wild hair; gap tooth; a bit much at times.
Besides, it's much easier playing alone than to risk being rejected.
A lizard is her best friend.
It never really bothered her not having parents until another child once asked about it.
Then it became all she thought about.
She knew her mami had died, but her papa.
“Abuela where did papi go?” - Adelita
“… Your papi loved you very much.” - Abuela
“Then why did they go?” - Adelita
She couldn’t didn’t give her a straight answer.
Sometimes she’d sit on the roof at night to get away.
She really is a happy child, most of the time. A bit lonely though.
On the roof late one night she heard a noise. Thinking it’s wasthe rats again, she decided to investigate.
It was in fact not a rat. Well, some rats but also a grown-up.
The two stared at each other before he bolted.
“Wait!” Adelita called out, but it was too late. He’d already disappeared in the jungle. “Ratman,” she whispered.
Unbeknownst to her abuela, Adelita started leaving out plates for the grownup.
She always grew excited when she’d find the plates clean.
She didn’t feel as lonely anymore.
One morning Adelita finds a little crudely handcrafted wood carved rat on the plate, replacing the arepas she’d left.
She wanted to thank the rat man.
So she tried staying up late to catch him, but she is a child.
The little girl is not a good rat catcher in normal standards. She has no clue what she’s doing.
It’s a stroke of luck on her part that she manages to be awake and corner him.
“Wait, please don’t run, I just wanted to thank you. For- for the rat. It’s very nice. Thank you.” - Adelita
She’s slightly disappointed when she sees under their hood and they aren’t part rat.
Children’s imaginations do run wild.
“How can you talk to rats if you’re not part rat!?” - Adelita
“Says the child who talks to a lizard. Are you part lizard?”
“No. That’d be silly.” - Adelita
Upon further inspection, she noticed the bags under his eyes. Which added to the list of questions running through her young mind. The first being…
“Are you alright?” - Adelita
She invites him inside for a meal at the table.
He declines before once again disappearing into the night.
Adelita is certain he won’t be back.
So she doesn't leave food out.
He was weird. Good, weird.
A week later in the night, rats wake the child up. She’s a bit frightened at first but curiously followed them out back.
This time, there’s a wooden replica of her lizard friend.
“Thank you,” Adelita whispered aloud her little voice just barely managing to carry through the empty alley.
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elfwoodfae · 4 months ago
“Entiérrame Tus Espinas” Bruno Madrigal x reader.
Author’s note: this is a part two for “hombre y mujer” but it can be read as a stand alone.
Warnings: Angst, SMUT MDI! 18+
Part 1
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“Bruno… Bruno stop” Your hurried feet carry you after him, sprinting through the house, your hand grazing his ruana as you try to catch him and stop him. He pays no mind to what you say, only running faster, nearing his door, nearing his hiding place.
“Bruno please….please stop” you try again out of breath, trying desperately to get to him before he disappears for who knows how long in one of his hiding spots.
He runs up the stairs, his foot catching on one of the steps, nearly tripping him over but he manages to catch himself on time, reaching his door and pushing in, trying to close it before you can get in the room, but you move faster pushing against it and successfully following behind him.
“Please” he begs, neither of you know what exactly he is asking for but you can see slowly how his wall is crumbling down, his eyes beginning to glass over but he fists his hand, trying hard to stay strong in front of you. To show you he is strong that he can handle it, that you aren’t with a pathetic baby who can’t hold onto anything.
“Bruno stop, please talk to me,” you try, slowly reaching a hand out to coax him closer but he only moves backwards, putting more distance between you both.
“It’s nothing, y/n, it’s nothing,” you can see him frantically denying with his head, trying desperately to hold back a sob as his hand shake in front of him.
“Okay, okay if it’s fine then let’s go back, everyone is worried.” You try again, moving towards him, offering him your hand to take.
“I don’t want to go back, I can’t… is my fault I ruined it, please I ruined it….I ruined it…” he is falling into a spiral, he is loosing the internal battle he holds within himself. He doesn’t understand how anything bad that happens could not be related to him, he always ruins everything, he always disappoints everyone.
“Bruno it’s not your fault, come here, Bruno it’s okay let’s just talk about it.” Panic is beginning to settle over you, no longer is he a rat but rather a caged animal, ready to snap and bounce, the emotions going through him are quickly changing from panic to anger to blame and guilt.
“You need to leave, there’s so much better than me out there, I will ruin you and you will hate me like everyone does.” Tears are gathering in his eyes, his hands run through his hair, his breathing becoming erratic.
This is the same argument he always brings up, the one no matter how much you reassure him won’t happen keeps pushing forward in between you both.
“Stop that, you know I won’t leave Bruno don’t say that.” You move closer to him, your temper quickly getting the better of you. “that’s what you do, you are afraid and you push me away! You run and you hide and refuse to open up about it to anyone! Did that work out for you last time? Did it fix everything to hide yourself away!?” You push, and you push too far until he breaks.
“Don’t do that, please, please no, don’t go there, don’t do it…” he breaks, tears spilling down his face and he can’t even look at you before turning around and stumbling up the stairs to his vision cave. Guilt takes over you quickly, a thick swallow breaking at your throat, you pushed him too far, those were doors never meant to be knocked on, wounds never to be looked at and somehow you had opened every single one of them in only a few seconds, so much for the love you claim to have for him, all the times you swore to never let anyone hurt him but it’s you who has twisted the knife on his heart.
It hasn’t been easy, even after being married for nearly six months is still hard for him to let you in, to let you get close to him and you are patient with him, you give him space, you give him the time he needs to start coming out of his shell. But still when the visions, the nightmares come he always hides away, he always stays away far from your reach, he is still scared of them, and you try to reassure him that you are here, that he is not at fault for whatever it is he may see, but years of pain and suffering, of blame and hurt cannot be erase from existence in a year or in ten. There are still moments where you think all the progress done between you both, all the comfort and safety you have built, the trust you have in each other will come crumbling down, and everytime it feels as if it will be the last time he will try to let you close, and the last time you will try to take his demons and make them yours, all to take his pain away.
This is one of those moments, one of those visions that tear into his soul, scar him so deeply he can’t take it and flees, he hides, not even the comfort of your arms enough of a promise to coax him out. You follow him, like you always do, and he usually stays, he usually lets you comfort him, but something has changed, lately he hasn’t allowed you to interfere, he hasn’t let you help him, he has distanced himself from you, and the visions just seem to be getting worse and worse. Julieta tries, she tries to help her baby brother, to talk to him, but he pushes her away too, he hides within the house in places no one can find him for days, not even Mirabel who has always been close to him, it feels as if any moment now he will go back to the walls to never leave again.
You don’t blame him if he does this time around, after all you have just deliver what could be the final blow. He doesn’t deserve it, the words you have thrown at his face, and regret had filled you the moment they had escaped your mouth, but it was too late now to apologize for them, he wouldn’t believe you even if you tried, the only thing you can do now is give him time.
It’s almost a full week that he stays hidden for; you haven’t seen him, no one has in fact, Julieta leaves a plate of food in the kitchen for him every night, family dinners have become somewhat awkward, they ask about him but everyday is the same answer, you haven’t seen him. Not even Mirabel has, you would think that by now she would have found him, but not even the rats are telling Antonio anything. The nights are the worst, the bed feels cold without him, most of the time you lay awake, hoping he will make a noise, the anxiety of the situation turning your stomach in knots.
You turn around in the bed, the moon shining through the window, playing shadows on the walls from the trees outside. A single tear rolls down your cheek, making you bury your face into his pillow, the one you are currently holding onto for dear life. It smells like him, incense and jasmine. Sitting up slowly you move the blankets out of your legs, getting up and walking slowly to the wall opposite of the bed, lifting your hand to softly caress it, hoping he is behind, hoping he can feel it.
“I’m so sorry,” you murmur, a tear rolling down your cheek, eyes closing as more begin to escape.
“Mi amor I’m so sorry, por favor perdoname.” You are full on sobbing now, your body squatting down to the floor, kneeling as you cry.
“Bruno please come back, amor come back, I need you, I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve the words I said, you are the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me, amor you are my angel, my light, eres mi luna y mis estrellas amor, por favor, I’m so sorry, I am the one who doesn’t deserve you, please forgive me even if I don’t deserve your forgiveness amor please.” Your body trembles with every cry, tears wetting your nightgown, your hand touching the wall as more sobs abandon you.
The floorboards creak from behind the wall, footsteps echo as they move from somewhere within the room and out of your range of hearing. Your eyes follow the noise, holding your breath when you see the doorknob beginning to turn.
He opens the door slowly, almost afraid of moving too fast, he is scare of your reaction to him, of how you will feel towards him after he disappeared once again for the longest time he has ever been gone again. His head is hanging low, his eyes on the floor as he approaches you with careful steps. You quickly get up, running in his direction and wrapping him on your arms, bringing him down to the floor with you, as more tears escape you and your hands fists into his ruana, holding onto him. His shaking hands find your face, moving to the back of your head through your hair, moving you forward towards his chest as he buries his face in your neck.
“I’m so sorry,” you say against his chest, tears wetting his ruana.
“No, no you…you don’t have anything to apologize for I’m sorry I ruined it..” he begins but before he can continue you cut him off.
“Bruno, Bruno mi vida mi tesoro” you move his head back from your neck, your hands on his cheeks as you make him look at you. “Mi amor you haven’t ruined anything, amor it’s not your fault, is mine, I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve those words, they aren’t true, I didn’t mean them, I know this can’t take the pain I caused you back but please amor, don’t blame yourself anymore, I was angry, I was angry that you were pulling away from me, instead of understanding that you needed me to be strong, to understand you because you were scared, please forgive me amor. Please understand that I’m here and you don’t need to be alone, that you don’t ruin things, that even when you feel like you need to hide, that you need to disappear please please don’t push me away, please don’t close yourself off of me, you are the biggest blessing I have, you are my whole world amor, tu eres mi vida, mi tesoro, eres mi rey, te amo, te amo mucho cariño, nunca nunca sientas que te tienes que alejar de mi.” You can see his tears falling, his eyes widening as his hands tighten around you. Nodding frantically once, twice he moves closer to you, nudging his nose against yours as you close your eyes, his hands cradling the sides of your head, his lips ghosting over yours, he had missed you, he had missed the sense of intimacy you always brought over him. He had grown to love you, to need you.
His lips crash over yours, softly kissing you, his thumbs drying the tears left behind over your cheeks. Your hands move over his chest, snaking around his neck and settling on the sides, thumbs softly caressing his stubbled jaw. His hands move down your shoulders, grabbing your waist and lifting you over him, leaving you straddling him. His hands move over your back, fingers softly caressing your skin, moving down until they find the hem of your nightgown, his fingers sneaking inside and trailing over your skin, leaving goosebumps on their wake.
You can still feel his body shake under yours, his eyes close and his lips kissing along your jaw, down your neck, delivering soft bites onto your skin. The floor is not the most comfortable place of all, but it’s the first time he has deliberate initiated this kind of intimacy, and you won’t dare stop him now. Your hands move to pull at his ruana, making him lift his arms, allowing you to take it off of him; your fingers move over to the buttons on his shirt next, undoing them one by one, taking it off of him and feeling the skin of his chest, how warm he is, how soft his skin is as your fingers trail up and down his middle.
Moving back a little you give him space to take off your nightgown, a soft blush coloring his cheeks at the naked sight of you, his soft hands tremble for an entirely different reason as they move over the soft skin of your stomach, trailing up to cup one of your breast in his hand, feeling the soft skin and his mouth moving over your collarbone, leaving open mouth kisses and soft nips over the area. Your hands travel down his chest, wiggling back a little your butt over his legs you find the hardness between his legs, grasping it softly, earning a low groan from him, you can see the glow coming from where his head is nestled on your neck.
“Lay back amor” you tell him as your hand pushes him back a little, making him lay back, resting himself up on his elbows. “Dejame disfrutarte,” you say, moving down his body until your eyes are level with his crotch, your hands moving quickly over his pants, opening them while he lifts his hips enough for you to pull them down along with his underwear, leaving him bare to you.
His eyes are trained on you, watching your every move, your hands grasp him, moving yourself lower until your lips graze his swollen head, covering your bottom lip with his precum, your tongue peaking out, grazing the underside of the head, making him moan as he throws his head back, his chest rising and falling and the muscles on his abdomen pulling taunt. Parting your lips you allow the head to slip through, sucking it, your tongue moving to flatten on the underside of his shaft. Working your way down you feel the spit coming down his cock, your hand grabbing the base and pumping him at the same pace as your mouth, taking him all the way down, feeling the tip of him hit the back of your throat, making a mess of this man, moans and grunts escaping him and you see his hand twitch, dying to bury itself on your hair. Setting a pace you continue sucking him, bringing him all the way down until he hits the back of your throat, the gagging feeling doesn’t last long and is a small price to pay at the sight in front of you.
He is trying his hardest not to come, his abdomen burns from the effort of holding in the tension and his head moves up to connect his eyes with yours You look absolutely sinful, the way his cock slip past your lips, how your lashes frame your half lidded eyes; he is sure you could make any man drown at sea only with one look.
“Mi vida” he moans out, his hand rushing to grab your hair, pulling you back slightly off of him. He is too close and he doesn’t want to finish on your mouth, he prefers to cum inside of you.
His hand moves to your arm, yanking you up lightly to sit up, his nails lightly scratching the skin of your thighs when he removes your underwear , and when his body is going to move over yours your hand holds him still, pushing him back once again as you quickly move to straddle him. He looks absolutely broken in the best way possible, he looks like a starved man, desperate, he needs you and he looks like he is about ready to beg to any God who is listening for you. You don’t want to make him wait any longer, sitting up slowly you grab his member, lining him up with you, grazing the head against your entrance, coating him with your juices before pressing down on him and feeling the head slipping through. Just that simple movement has him a complete mess, he looks so beautiful like this, glowing green eyes half lidded, his mouth half open, his hair pulled back behind his ears, and when you finally move down until he is balls deep he looks absolutely destroyed as you sink him home.
He gives you complete control over him, allowing you to do with him as you please as he sits up, his arms wrapping around your back and his face hiding on your neck, where he bites the skin to muffle the moans and groans that escape him, your hips move at a fast pace, ride him so delicious he thinks he will die. Your moans fill the room, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders for balance as your movements fasten, the delirious way the hairs on his pelvis rub against your clit are nearing you to your orgasm, the pressure on your stomach tightening the faster you move over him.
“Amor” you beg him even when you are in control is always him who can break you apart with a simple touch. He knows this, even when he doesn’t believe it he knows how easy you fall apart in between his arms. The simple command of yours making his hands move over your skin, settling on your hips to guide you better, moving you up in time for him to thrust up into you, groaning once your bodies collide together, his hips move up, thrusting into you, his hands tightening on your hips so hard they most definitely will leave bruises behind. This moment when he feels you tightening around him, your walls squeezing his cock as you come, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, in this moment he forgets, he forgets he was ever trapped on those walls, he forgets the loneliness, the pain , the anger, he forgets everything, he is only a man in this moment, a starved man, his instincts take over him, and for those few seconds that’s all he is, a man chasing after his release. The look on his eyes change, they are predatory, they glow brighter, the burn into you and his teeth turn into a snarl as groans escape him and then he is really fucking you, too lost in pleasure to even manage to form words, his hips furiously thrusting into you, your moans only fueling him like kindle to a fire, his hands holding onto your skin like his life depends on it, almost as if he doesn’t hold you so tightly you will disappear in between his fingers, and then he comes with a cry, a feral sound escaping him, his face burying on your chest as his movements become sloppier until he is spent inside of you.
And then he is back, the soft man you know is back, his hands caress you softly, holding you in place, hugging you and kissing you, enjoying being in between your arms once again. Neither of you want to move, enjoying each other too much, needing each other too much to care that you are in the floor, covered in release and sweat but it’s okay, there is time to clean up later, the only thing in the world right now it’s him. His breathing on your skin and his soft caresses on your back.
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onlybeeewrites · 5 months ago
Gone pt 2
A/N: I loved writing this so much! It probably will need another part but that's up to you guys <3
pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem!reader
Warnings: Angst
Taglist: @staygoldsquatchling02
You can find Part 1 here!
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When you had found out you were pregnant you had tried to keep quiet about it. With Bruno's disappearance still aching, you had hoped to keep the news for a later time. But as fate would have it, the news broke. Little Dolores could hear you speak to someone, and once you said Mija, along with the morning sickness, the little ten years out figured it out and ran to tell Pepa.
Even though it had been five years, you were still getting used to Dolores being able to hear everything. Pepa, then ran to Julieta and then to you. Each of them knew what it was like to have children, and the news was wonderful! But the two sisters had their family, had their husbands to help them through the aches and pains.
And though you did have your own family, and the Madrigals...it wasn't the same without Bruno. Regardless if it was a way for you to cope, the hormones and such, you allowed yourself to believe that your husband had been out there somewhere. You believed that he would come back. So that you could tell him. But you hadn't realized how wrong you were.
Soon enough the word of your pregnancy spread through the house, and the family was more than thrilled. A new child for the family. And despite the circumstances, they knew it was good for you too. To take your mind off everything and to focus on your baby. You started to think of names and prepare clothes and such.
What you hadn’t known was that Bruno was listening through the walls. Watching through the crack in the wall in the dining room, watching you deal with his loss. It broke his heart to know you were carrying his child. To know you were dealing with this on your own.
He wanted nothing more than to break out of the walls of Casita, and hold you and his baby close. But he couldn't. He couldn't expose the vision he saw, and it had been a month at that point. How would he even begin to explain? How angry, heartbroken you would be. He loved you...you and your baby. But in order to protect you both, he needed to remain hidden, away.
With a broken heart, he would watch and listen from the cracks as your stomach began to grow with his own little baby. He still couldn't believe it. He cried many nights with the weight of guilt on his chest from doing this to you both. To his familia. But it had to be done. He hoped one day when he would eventually return, that you would understand that at least.
And you tried to. At night laying in your own room that Casita provided just for you so you didn't have to return to Bruno's old room. Bruno's spot next to you had lost the smell of him, and you never felt more alone. You began to imagine what it must have been like for Alma when she raised the triplets on her own.
But despite it, you tried to think of reasons why Bruno could have left. Maybe you had done something? Said something? Did you miss a sign? Bruno seemed perfectly fine when you had last seen him. You were at a loss. Shaking your head, you placed your hand on your stomach. You had to focus on your baby now, not someone who didn't care enough to leave a note before disappearing.
And as the months grew, the excitement of having a new baby around did as well. You had ensured Julieta as your baby's Godparent in case anything was to happen to you. It wasn't likely, but just in case. She was more than thrilled to, and little Mirabel was excited to have another cousin as well.
Alma was happy you stayed around after Bruno had left. She had worried that you would return to your family home afterward, but after you reassure her you would be staying she held you close. You were always too good. Sometimes you saw differently on topics, but she adored you all the same. You were perfect. And hoped you would make Bruno perfect too.
As your due date grew near, you were larger than when Pepa and Julieta were pregnant, but perhaps it was just a good sign of a healthy baby. She helped you set up the nursery in your small room. It was just a simple room, similar to the one you had at your own family home. The dresser was filled with baby clothes, and you were ready.
You had casita, the whole Madrigal family AND your own family in town. You weren't alone. So why did it feel like you still were? It had been nine months and after searching for weeks there was no sign of him anywhere. Had he left the Encanto? Was he alright? Was he still alive? You had no answers. Sometimes you still had dreams about him. About your family coming back together.
One night your dream was interrupted by the worst pain you had felt in your entire life, causing you to let out a small scream as you woke up out of your sleep. Panting you sat up slightly, dampness had come from your legs. A thought from the back of your head rang, They're here, the baby's coming.
You tried to get up but more pain washed through you causing you to lay back down. Little did you know Dolores heard you and ran to get her mother and Tia Julieta. They had been getting ready for this moment and had been ready for days knowing you could go into labor at any moment.
They came into your room to soothe you before getting everything you needed. Wet cloths, water, even getting Alma to help as well. The night changed as everyone was then up and awake, your cries filled casita.
As it neared time to push for your baby, you shook your head. Tears streamed down your face as you sobbed from the emotions and the pain, "No! I cannot do this without Bruno, I can't.." you whimpered, just wanting nothing more than for him to be there. And Bruno wanted nothing more as well.
Much like the rest of the house, he was woken up by your cries. His heart clenched as tears weld up. Bruno wanted to rush into your room, to leave these stupid walls behind. He wanted to give you his hand to squeeze while you were in agony, to tell you how proud he was of you. How well you were doing. To kiss your forehead. To reassure you, to tell you that it would all be worth it in the end. "Forgive me, amor..." he mumbled as he sniffled, placing his head against the wall of your room, listening as you cried in pain.
Pepa huffed at the mention of her brother, but Julieta gave her a look before gently pushing your hair off your sweaty forehead. "Y/N, I know. I want him to be here too. And you know if he knew about this if he heard he would be here in a moment. Bruno loves you so much. So you need to do this, so when he comes back he can meet his baby, hm?" she said softly.
In your state you trusted her more than anyone, nodding quickly.
Do it for Bruno. Do it for your baby.
"Good. Now, you have to start pushing, alright?" Julieta instructed as Pepa and Alma held your hand and dabbed your forehead with a wet cloth.
Then you did. It was the most excruciating pain you had ever felt in your life, but then there was a relief and a loud cry. You panted and fell back against the bed, exhausted. Pepa took the baby, cleaning it up and such before showing you with a smile. "A beautiful boy, what is his name?" she asked.
You cried again at the sight of him. He had your hair already, a little peach fuzz. And Bruno's beautiful eyes. "Pedro," you said in a shaky tone, and Alma looked to you in surprise but you could see the love in her eyes. And you knew the sentiment in the name, how much it meant to the triplets as well as their mother. It meant so much to her, and you knew that. It was a name you and Bruno had agreed on a while ago. If at any point you had children, and you had a boy, it would be after Bruno's father. "After his Abuelo...Bruno agreed on-"
Before you could finish you let out another scream of pain. Julieta looked in confusion, checking you before looking up to you. "Y/N, you need to push again. There is another.." you couldn't question it as you just pushed until a second baby cry filled your room.
Panting heavily, your eyes drooped in exhaustion. You were prepared for one baby, but not another. After Pepa handed Pedro to Alma, she cleaned up the second baby, before showing you. "A girl,"
You smiled as the baby girl looked just like you. Your hair again, and your eyes. "Carina. My beloved..." you decided on the spot with a nod, "Carina Alma Madrigal." you finalized before you fell asleep to rest and recover, while the family got to making another crib for the second baby.
In the morning, the announcement of your two children made it to the town and your parents came to visit. Yes, Bruno left you heartbroken, but you had two angels now that needed you.
Bruno watched from the walls, the cracks in the wood as he look at the sight of his twins. Tears fell from his eyes as he saw how beautiful they were. How Carina looked so much like you, how Pedro looked like a perfect mix of you both. Slowly he fell to his knees, forehead pressed against the inside of the wall. If only things had been different, maybe he would have been able to stand there with you. With your family, and your little miracles.
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squeamishdionysus · 5 months ago
Can I please ask for some headcanons for Bruno with a female reader who has dimples and thinks his powers are the coolest thing EVER
Bruno x female reader with dimples and a strong fascination with his power coming right up!
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Okay, so for this scenario, I'd like to think that you're just a bit younger than Bruno, most likely still in you forties, and you've only just moved to Encanto about 3 years before the movie.
You immediately captivated by the Madrigals, as anyone would be and probably was if they lived in Encanto. It was just like one of the many fantasy books you had read growing up, and it really brought out your inner child to say the least.
You were the local baker, and you had to make several deliveries to the Madrigal house for certain celebrations, as poor Julieta couldn't be left to handle all the cooking on her own. You quickly befriended her and Pepa over a shared love of cooking, and by happenstance, you began to bond with the rest of the Madrigal family.
You, of course, became friends with Felix and Agustin, as any friend of their wives was a friend of theirs.
You were considered to be a "cool aunt" figure to the older girls, giving them helpful advice and letting them borrow whatever they needed from you, as long as they promised to keep out of trouble.
You listened to Dolores as she went on about her crush on a young man in town, and helped Luisa relax when she overworked herself too much.
You gave Isabel hair tips and let her vent to you whenever she needed somebody to talk do who didn't see her as "Senorita Perfecta."
With the younger kids, you'd hype up Camilo's acting skills and shape-shifting, often sitting through the one-man shows he would frequently put on. You noticed fairly quickly that the boy was very drawn to Shakespeare.
You didn't judge Mirabel or see her as less impressive than the rest of her family, but rather, you praised her for her astounding sewing skills, and even taught her how to crochet from time to time.
And little Antonio, sweet baby Antonio... well, when Pepa needed a break to collect herself or just a night to spend with Felix, you took the burden off of Dolores's shoulders and offered to watch him yourself, growing quite attached to the young boy.
Soon, you were practically living in the Madrigal house, and yet, for the three years you had been close with the family, you never heard anything about the black sheep of the family... Bruno Madrigal.
Yes, of course you knew of him; Pepa mentioned him when discussing her wedding day with Felix, and Abuela Madrigal had told you that for your own safety, you were not to go into Bruno's tower. You never really asked for more details on Bruno, a. Because it was a touchy subject in the Casita and b. He was never really brought up enough for you to really sit and wonder about it.
However, when you finally did meet him in helping the Madrigals rebuild their Casita, that excitement and wonder came back immediately.
I mean, you knew about his gift, but just like the general consensus of "Oh, he could see the future." You were just as clueless as Mirabel, as you had no idea the visions were actually physical tablets or that he had his own VISION CAVE?!
Despite your excitement, though, you tried really hard not to act like you were only interested in his power, because you weren't. You were curious as to what he was like and what his relationships with the other Madrigals were and just exactly what he was up to over the last decade.
You'd be lining if you didn't think he was cute too but that's beyond the point.
Everyday when you came over to the Madrigal Casita, you would always take some time to talk to Bruno, with the excuse of "Oh, I had extra hand pies and I thought you deserved to try some of baking yourself!"
He talked about his interests in theater and his rats and what his life was like before he disappeared. You talked about your time in Encanto and your baking and your love of romance novels and plays.
And well. Of course you fell for him.
And Bruno couldn't help but fall for you, too.
Okay, so this would definitely sound creepy out of context, but Bruno really first saw you the first time you visited the Madrigal house. He grew to accept you like the rest of the Madrigal family, even if you never directly interacted with him, and slowly got to know you through overhearing your conversations with the rest of the family.
He loved the way you were able to comfort Pepa during her mood swings, and just how helpful you were with Julieta when she had too much on her plate (teehee pun).
He loved the way you interact with his older nieces, supporting them in a way he wished he had been when he was their age.
And he just thought your encouragement and love for the littler ones was just so sweet and admirable.
And, well, he really, really liked you.
Once he caught Dolores in the kitchen in the middle of the night, delivering him some tea, and he managed to ask if you were married, to which Dolores shrugged, and said "she's never mentioned a husband."
"Hmm... by the way this is uh... the rats speaking... still."
He came to find out when he finally left the walls of his house that you were in fact very much so single, and he was over the moon.
The more and more active he became in the Encanto community again, the more and more time he spent with you.
You'd two frequently go for walks together, either through Encanto or just outside of the mountain range.
He'll start coming to your bakery, too, and you'll even let him taste test the batter before you bake it.
Eventually, the two of you are inseparable, and even though you aren't official, many of the people around town just assume you're a couple.
It leads to some awkward moments, but neither you nor Bruno seems really bothered when people make the mistake.
It's when you finally have to guts to ask about his power that you two make it official.
After months of wanting to ask about his power and tip-toeing carefully around the subject as best you could, finally managed to ask how his gift worked.
He, of course, groaned, explaining it hesitantly, but as soon as you asked him to demonstrate, he quickly made all of the troubles that came with having a gift like his apparent.
"-and look, why would I even want to murder a goldfish!? what would I gain from killing a-"
"Bruno! Calm down... I'm not going to judge you because of your power. I know who you are, and I know that you and your gift are two separate things. I won't judge you because of your gift."
Bruno looked down to the ground and gave a heavy sigh, slowly blinking as he thought it over. Finally, after a long while of silent deliberation, he gave you a soft smile and stood up.
"Alright then. I'll show you."
And so, off the two of you went to his room, which, in comparison to the old Casita, was much more lively and had a lot less stairs. Once you arrived in his vision gave, he set everything up that he needed to and sat with you in a circle of sand.
You swore when he started his gift, you could barely turn away from his glowing green eyes. They were mesmerizing, and you would've asked for a vision anyways if it only meant you could see his eyes.
Around you, the sand showed a vision of you, traveling through the world. Your past. Then it showed you arriving in Encanto, meeting all of the Madrigals until you finally stopped at Bruno. The image of you froze, staring at Bruno until she reached out to embrace him, with Bruno hesitantly returning it.
And with that, the vision ended and the cave echoed with your high-pitch squeal.
Bruno smiled brightly as you gave such an excited reaction, admittedly a little flustered due to what the vision showed, but overall more focused on your reaction.
And when he saw how wide your smile was and how cute your dimples were when you did, he didn't even care anymore.
With a quick flash, you embraced Bruno, pulling him close to your chest and smiling, holding him tight.
"That was so cool, Bruno, thank you for showing me! It was even more impressive than I thought."
You pulled away for a moment, and looked into his big, now brown eyes. You blushed slightly.
"And about what I saw in the vision-"
"No, no, I get it! It's weird that I may like you a bit and it's even weirder that a vision showed it, but please don't think you have to-"
You interrupted him with a kiss on the cheek, cupping his face gently as you softly asked,
"Would you like to have dinner together?"
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intoguyswayhotterthanme · 5 months ago
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Bruno Madrigal - Casitas crumble
plot: Reader(she/her) is wife of Bruno Madrigal but when Casitas is crumbling and reader can’t seem to escape the pain, she finally reveals her truth
The Madrigals weren’t sure where you were from, but you had turned up on the lawn of Casita the first day it was built. You were around the same age as Abuelas children, Bruno, Julieta and Pepa.
You’d grown up together and although you weren’t blood they still considered you a Madrigal, Abuela didn’t have as much time for you as the others and their powers but you didn’t mind.
When at listening age Abuela had told you that the four of you weren’t family, and it didn’t change anything but it had upset you for weeks. You’d been calling the three children your age your sisters and brother and now they were what friends?
As time passed and you got older things kind of shifted, Pepa was seeing this guy named Felix, Julieta had a crush while Bruno well, he quite liked you.
It took him a couple years to actually man up and say anything, and he only did it because he had had a vision of you that morning, you’d say yes to date. And Bruno didn’t let that happen.
What he didn’t know was in the vision, it was actually him. After a couple years of dating, Bruno got down on one knee and asked you to marry him.
It was the best day of your life.
But then the day of Mirabels ceremony, Abuela had asked you to fetch your husband from his room since she said that’s where he last was. People would be arriving soon.
You knew something was wrong when you approached and his door was not the bright gold that it normally was. Frantically you opened his door and covered your mouth with your hands before yelling “Bruno!”
Just like that, he was gone. No note, no goodbye. Nothing.
Nothing had ever hurt more.
The years came and went, technically you’d been with your husband for fourteen years. Ten years of the marriage spent alone. Your heart ached every night yearning for the one you lost.
Sometimes all you wanted to do was express the loneliness and betrayel you felt but the minute you brought up Bruno everyone would shut you down.
We don’t talk about Bruno. They’d say. But you wanted to yell for Bruno scream for him. You just wanted your love back.
You were growing old now. Your bones cracking and your skin wrinkling, they were meant to be doing this together. Not alone.
Ever since Mirabel had rushed into Antonio’s room yelling about the house being in danger that’s when you felt it, it felt like heartburn at first until it sizzled into hot searing pain.
You did your best to ignore the first few times but the pain grew stronger and wider like we body was cracking away like Casita around her. You knew why this was happening, but you couldn’t make a scene.
Madrigals already thought their lives were hectic and crazy enough they definitely didn’t need to hear your story right now.
You were cleaning up the last decorations on the dinner table. Dinner had been a disaster and left everyone on edge before glancing up at the family tree. You sighed before stepping towards it, your fingers dancing along the wood until it landed on Bruno.
His picture didn’t do him justice of his good looks. God, you missed him. “Mi amor, where are you” You whisper, before someone clearing their throat caught you off guard.
You jumped, twirling around to see Mirabel “Mira! How’re you doing?”
She waves you off before trying to act subtle as she leaned on the table before she sighed, dropping her hands to reach into her bag “I need to know what this vision means. You were closest to Bruno maybe-” She speaks determined with her chest out.
There on the table set an all too familiar object, the sight of it made you feel dizzy, you’d reached back and leaned on the chair. Mirabel rushed forward to stop you from tumbling.
“Mira” You cut her off, holding up your hand “The only one that can help you with that is Bruno, and he’s gone” You keep your eyes stern trying not to let them well up with tears “And please make sure that you save Casita”
She nods her head understanding, but she seems confused as to why you suddenly seemed to point as Casita before turning back to cleaning up the table but she grabs your shoulder softly “Tía Y/n?”
You glance at her questionably “Hm?”
She points at the floor, your eyes follow and there run three rats, Mirabel looks at you as if the both of you are seeing things before you both chase after them.
They guide you to the main room with all the glowing doors, before they crawl up the wall and slide behind a painting. “What the hell” You mutter before reaching for the painting.
“Y/n!” Abuela snaps causing the two of you to jump and swivel your attention onto the grey haired women “Camilo needs some help downstairs” She informs the two of you before walking away.
You glance back at the painting for squatting down to Mirabel “Keep following them, report back to me and stay safe” You plant a kiss on her forehead before heading downstairs.
Pepa was freaking out once you had reached downstairs, a storm cloud above her head as Camilo stood beside her guiding her towards the study. He looked at you with a look of misery on his face.
“Help me.” He mouthed and you sighed, glancing back up at the painting, Mirabel was gone now. You just hoped she stayed safe.
Camilo had sat his mother down on a chair as she mumbled words, Bruno, Mirabel and Cassita were the only words you could make out.
“Cami?” You mutter to him and he gazed up at you “Get your mother something to drink, cariño?” He nods eagerly.
“Idiota, I haven’t even tried to ask how you’re taking all of this” Pepa speaks up, her rain cloud halts and just becomes a darken cloud above her head.
You shrug, playing with the ring on your left hand, it still shines like the first day you got it. You took care of it, feeling like it was the last bit of him you had left.
“Well you know the whole we don’t talk about Bruno” You shake your head as Pepa sighs, guilt rising in the gingers chest.
“I am sorry, Y/n. You’re my hermana and i’ve been an awful one to you” Her cloud darkens “Ay, Bruno would be sicking his rats on us if he knew how’d we had treated you”
You chuckle shaking your head, “I don’t think he’d hurt any of you. Pepa, we may not be bound by blood but I love you so much and our different families don’t change that ” Pepa smiles at this, a rainbow replacing the cloud that was once there.
Camilo enters with a steaming drink but pouts when he sees his mother out of her mood “Mami? Are you okay”
Pepa smiles brightly, “I’m not worried about losing now” She exclaims standing from her chair “We have family around us, nothing will beat us” She storms out of the room as she cheers in excitement.
“I’m going to go look for Mirabel” Camilo shrugs, placing the untouched drink onto the table “Thanks for the help, Tía”
You kiss the boys temple before letting him run along to find his cousin. You decided since you knew where she was and you hoped she had it made it out alright.
Mirabel had her back to you as you approached from down the stairs “Mirabel?” You whispered and she yelped, turning around and broadening her shoulders up.
“Tía!” She exclaimed nervously with a large smile on her face “What’re you doing here?”
“I wanted to ask if you had any luck finding anything” She shakes her head quickly, “Mirabel Madrigal!” You snap and her shoulders drop. “Please stop acting weird and tell what the hell is going on”
“To fix the house. I have to make up with Isabela” She frowns and you let out a sigh.
“That’s all?”
“THATS ALL! It’s Isabela, Tía! She hates me” You scoff as you flick her nose lightly.
“She doesn’t hate you, mi amor” You wink at her “She’s jealous of you. You understand the pressure their under. Where we lack they gain a lot” Mirabel sighs knowing your right.
Mirabel glanced nervously at her “Tía?” You hum in response as you look at her expectantly “Why have you been so worried about Casita breaking, we don’t have powers”
You open your mouth to answer but the words get caught in your throat. What you were about to say no one knew, not Abuela bell not even Bruno knew this about his own wife.
“I am Casita” You says softly and Mirabel looks at you like your insane “I’m not obviously like the Casita but their what’s keeps me… alive? I guess” You shrug “I don’t really know myself but I can feel myself growing weaker with each crack and i’m worried what’ll happen if it crumbles”
Mirabel takes a couple moments to register the information before she looked behind her, once surveying whatever she did, she stepped forward throwing her arms around you
“I’m going to do everything in my power to make you and Casita safe” Her words are muffled from how tight she is agaisnt your chest.
“Si, Mira, you always make me proud” She smiled gratefully at her before Mirabel rushed off towards Isabelas room. You watched her enter before looking forward and you freeze.
The dark area where Bruno’s door was was not lit from the gold tracing on the door. It hadn’t shined like that in ten years. Your eyes glanced at the painting from earlier.
If Mirabel wouldn’t tell you what happened back there then you’d figure it out yourself. Looking to your left and right before moving the painting and climbing into the hole behind it.
The painting swings shut behind you and then you weren’t sure what to do. Small places weren’t your favourite and you almost found yourself diving back out the way you came but you took a deep breath.
You shimmied through the walls, gasping at any insect that was near you before you reached a hole in the ground, although there was small fog you could easily see the floor.
Hopping down and then climbing up again, as you continue to walk you notice the cracks and it’s like your seeing the inner workings of your body. Just looking at the cracks made your stomach churn.
As you travelled further into the walls, you heard a small muttering voice.
“No, no, no. Mirabel will save Casita and she’ll be fine. You have nothing to worry about” The voice repeated, your footsteps became lighter as you grew closer before you peaked your eye around the corner.
They had their back to you as they chatted away to something on their palm. You tried to lean closer to get a better look but hit a bucket near your foot, you quickly zip your head around the corner as the bucket clangs to the ground.
“Whose there, I-I have a lot of friends that you don’t wanna mess with” The voice calls out and you swear your hearing things, you have to be.
You poke a small bit of your face out, enough to be able to see around and your eyes widen at the sight. He now stood facing you and there he was.
The man that had been gone for ten years, in your walls. In a flurry of anger you stepped out and picked up the bucket “You selfish pig!” You scream, throwing the bucket at him.
He yells out as he jumps to the floor, the bucket flings into the wall before slamming into the ground. You stand with your fists clenched at your sides and angry hot tears spill down your cheeks.
“Mi am-“
“Don’t!” You snap, he frowns at this “You’ve been right here this whole time?” You ask, your voice softer and he hesitates, trying to think of something else to say anything was better than the truth but he couldn’t lie not to you. Even after all these years.
He nods, you shake your head. Glancing around the room, you’d never thought you’d been in the same room as him again. You definitely didn’t think he’d last this long.
“Why’d you keep that from me” He asks but your unsure what he means, at least something hasn’t chnaged. Bruno and his vaguenesses. You raise an eyebrow at him “Your life essence is connected to Casita?”
You sigh, “It didn’t seem like a big deal since it’s not like back then Casita was randomly going to break away” You explain, slowly coming to terms with your husband in front of you.
“But you should’ve-“
“Don’t tell me what I should’ve done!” You snap, so mad at the man before you “Because if we start stating things that the other should’ve done then you’re gonna have to take a seat”
He frowns at this, his entire body slouches before he speaks “Mi amor, how do I get you to forgive me?”
You shake your head “I don’t know”
You turn away from him to face the wall and that’s when you see it.
There’s a crack in the wall, perfectly in front of the dinner table and you look down to see his very own table with his plate drawn onto it. You frown, running your fingers along the design.
“I heard you earlier…” You hear him coming closer to you slowly “Asking where I was, I wanted to tell you. Everyday I wanted to tell you but I was hurting everyone with my power. I needed to leave”
You scoff “You have no idea how much hurting you caused when you left” You spin around to face him “I thought you’d forgot about me”
He takes a step closer to you, this time you don’t move until he’s right in front of you. The bags under his eyes more prominent this close as he reaches up and cups your cheek with his hand.
You’re quick to melt into his hand, his touch making up for the past ten without it. You felt whole just by him holding you as such.
“Solo puedo pensar en ti” He speaks softer now, slowly pressing closer to his esposa. Could he still call you that?
“You’re telling the truth?” You ask with an astonished look on your face and he always look just as shocked.
“Y/n, I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you. I did it to protect you from me” He explains, his eyes searching your face like he was scared to lose you again and wanted you locked away in his memory.
“I don’t ever want you to protect me from yourself, vida” You speak softly this time, bringing your own hand to cup your cheek.
He feels the cool metal from your ring and his eyes widen, grabbing your wrist and lifting your hand in front of him. There it was.
The ring that had wed the both of you, he had a matching gold band aderning his own finger but he expected you to move on.
“The ring! You kept it on!” He stated eagerly, a smile on his face.
You stifle a laugh as your hand falls from his grip and into his palm “I never stopped loving you, esposo”
He smiles brightly before surging forwards and capturing your lips with his.
He didn’t feel the same as you remember but somehow it was even better and the taste of him, oh my god. You could devour him.
After a few moments, you pulled away from each other “Please, stay” You beg softly, you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes incase he says no.
He pushes some hair behind your ear, “Never again. I’m just scared to see, madre” You open your mouth to retort but a sharp pain in your chest caused you to gasp before you crumble to the ground.
“Y/n!” Bruno captured you in his arms before you touch the ground, the floor beneath the two of you shakes and his nerves are through the roof “Hey, hey” He repeats as your eyes open slightly.
“Whats happening?” You ask weakly, in a matter of seconds your skin had turned sickly pale and he felt you trembling “I can’t see anything, Vida” You whisper softly, he gazed at you in worry.
Your eyes stayed staring at the ceiling, your e/c eyes now turned a dull gray and he feels the pressure on his heart grow and grow as he stood up from the floor.
You had an arm wrapped around his shoulder as he helped you up by your waist “I’ll make sure you’re safe, Mi Esposa” He muttered softly, making sure not to worry you too much.
He picks up the bucket that you had tossed at him earlier, placing it over his head before lifting your legs up with his other arm. Now holding you bridal style, he glances down since you were the only thing he could see due to the bucket.
Your chest lit up with golden light before fading, this continued a few times until he realises that he was running out of time. You were dying. Casita was dying.
He charged at the wall, making sure that his head took the full force. The dry wall breaks easily sending the both of you sprawling onto the ground. He keeps a tight grip on your unconscious body as his back hits the ground and you land on top.
After a second to catch his breath, he pulls you off him and lays you in the grass, head in his lap. You weren’t awake.
“Wake up” He repeated numerous times as tears began to form in his eyes. “Please wake up, we’ll do everything that you wanna do. That stupid carnival you always wanted to go to down in the markets. I’m sorry I never went, mi amor” He didn’t know why he was apologising for such a small thing but he wanted everything cleared up. Before he lost you.
At the last bit of Casita fell, he glanced right back down at you. He hadn’t noticed it at first, the way you body began to feel lighter. He first noticed your hands as they slowly faded away.
He jolted for them but when he tried to grasp your hand, he was met with thin air “No” He repeats each time he reaches out to you but to no avail you began to fade faster and faster until finally he sat alone.
The ghost of your body in his lap before he glanced up, Mirabel had run off but Bruno couldn’t even bring himself to stand. He kept blinking and waiting for you to reappear and hold him again.
But you never did.
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Bruno smiled brightly at the house that stood before his family and him. The whole Madrigal family had welcomed Bruno back into their lives, apologising for everything. This family felt hope again.
But when it came to you well, it hit everyone pretty hard. Camilo hadn’t even tried to hide his sorrow as his threw himself into his mother and sobbed. Mirabel cried as-well, as did her sisters and Dolores. It seemed like everyone cried that day.
It hurt to see them all mourning you, he didn’t feel like he had a right. He’d left you for ten years, would you cry over his death?
“Mirabel?” Abuela spoke up as Mirabel stared down at the door knob in her hand, the girl that adorned glasses looked up before nodding and letting out a breath.
She slowly walked towards the front door, slotting in the door knob before twisting, and boom! A wave of magic flys over the house, sending the door gold like the ones inside and the house various bright colours.
“Oh my god! It’s us!” Antonio calls out as he points at the door and instead there stands the sketch of the entire Madrigal family. “Tía Y/n is there aswell!”
Bruno’s eyes widen at this, leaning forward slightly to see that instead she was, standing beside him smiling forwards. Even as a sketch she was beautiful.
Just as Mirabel went to open the door, someone inside beat her to it and the face left the family speechless.
“What? Did you seriously think that’s all it took to get rid of me?” You ask with a smile on your face as Mirabel throws herself at you.
Before the rest of the family can react, Casita brings them inside as laughter bounces of the walls. Numerous town folk enter the building enjoying the testifies.
It’s almost like your drawn to each other and Bruno and you meet each other in the middle of the crowd as he holds your face in his hands “I thought I lost you forever”
“As did I” You say softly, brushing some of his hair behind his ear “But neither of us are going anywhere. At least not apart” He hums adoringly before pressing forward and kissing you.
His scruffy beard scratched your face although it wasn’t the best feeling you could definitely see yourself coming around to it. Then again you could get down with anything that had your husband involved.
“Tía! Tío! Come dance” Camilo yells out as he chachás with a large smile on his face, you lace your fingers through Bruno’s as you drag him over but he resistant and shaking his head.
“I don’t dance” He says quickly trying to pull away from you but you have an iron grip on his worst.
“Si but you might’ve never seen me again. You still got to take me to the festival” He gives up, letting you drag him along.
“You heard that?” He asked, taking your hands within his before you both began to dance along to the music. A feeling of love and family enveloped the room as you shook your head.
“Nope, Dolores told me” You kissed his cheek before he twirled you, bringing you back flush against his chest.
A blush formed on your cheeks, it seemed like ten years without him turned you back into a school girl with a crush. But you claimed that you were a winner then.
Whose married to their crush for fourteen years!
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victoriaflores · 4 months ago
hi, could i have what their kisses would be like? 🙃
warning: english is not my first language. unchecked.
note: i suck at this, yes, but i wanted to respond the first request in this blog as fast as possible. hope you like it ‹3.
pairing: bruno x reader ; isabela x reader ; dolores x reader ; camilo x reader ; mirabel x reader.
summary: encanto characters' kisses.
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this guy doesn't do kisses, i'm so sorry for you lol
but this is not because he doesn't like them, he's just too shy about it and would feel awkward from time to time.
when he does give you kisses, these are soft and full of his love for you.
obviously he'd blush before and after every kiss, i can even see his hands shaking a little.
enjoys the feeling of you pressing kisses against his cheek in greeting though, even if it leaves him like a blushing mess.
he also enjoys caressing your cheekbone when you are sleeping, either with his thumb or fingers.
that is his way of taking advantage of the fact that you are not seeing him.
if he feels confident, he would leave a little kiss on your forehead or lips.
omg, she gives the sweetest kisses of all.
always full of love and warmth, that type of love that she only shows when she's with you.
butterfly kisses are her favourite, and is the one form of affection that she'd openly indulge herself in whenever she's with you
lots of kisses on the cheek when she gives you back hugs, which is very often coming from her.
if you two are alone, she literally loves to initiate the kisses.
the best part of having her so near is her scent, isabela literally smells like a florist and you love it.
if you kiss her first, her hand would immediately come to your cheek.
i think she'd be the one to break the kiss just to look at your face and admire your beauty.
when she finishes one of those beautiful kisses, she would give you the cutest and fluffiest smile in the world as if even she couldn't believe the beautiful moment you just had.
this girl would kiss you super softly and hold you like you’re a porcelain doll.
she's not actually shy but can become nervous really easily when it comes to kisses.
absolutely loves giving and receiving those cute kisses on the cheek for greeting.
always intertwine her hands with yours when kissing.
sometimes she'd mutter cute words while leaning to kiss you, just to see you a little flustered before responding her lips.
if you're feeling tired or stressed, she'd be there compensating you with things like grazing her lips along your knuckles and soft but lingering kisses on your head.
kisses won’t be super deep and passionate usually, but are super soft and sweet (playful too).
literally steals kisses from you absolutely anywhere any time.
in public, at home, in front of his family.
whether it’s quick kisses on the lips or those long loving ones.
asks for kisses constantly while giving you a smirk and even winking.
can be super romantic or really playful.
will sometimes spin you around and then bring you towards him quickly to leave kisses all over your face.
once you two break apart, he will quickly peck your lips before smiling making you ridiculously soft.
kisses with mirabel are often casual and sweet.
like the ones her mother give her everytime, with all her love and affection for you.
always kind of spontaneous.
to her, kissing you comes as naturally as holding your hand.
likes to cup your cheeks with her both hands and spread kisses all over your face to make you take her off you.
she doesn't care at all if her family tease her, she loves you and has no fear to show it.
sometimes she likes to disappear from her house for a couple of hours for you to miss her and receive her with your hugs and kisses.
those are very short moments she adores.
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yoursweetdenial · 3 months ago
Pepa: Y/N! I can't do this stupid math!
Y/N: What’s the math problem?
Pepa: Well, we have to add the bed, subtract the clothes divide the legs, and hope we don’t multiply.
Julieta, covering Bruno's ears, while Y/N smacks Pepa upside the head: Not going to lie that was hella smooth.
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angelltheninth · 5 months ago
Signs of Affection With Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader
Tags: romantic fluff, crushes, love languages, PDA, dating
A/N: Did someone ask for more Bruno? No? Well here he is again anyways!
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Bruno is very shy with you at first
He doesn't really know how to act around a pretty woman like you, he stutters over his words a lot but his looks are genuine and affectionate
You think it's cute that gets so flustered around you
When he finally gets the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend you can tell that he's rehearsed it so it can be perfect
You take his hand in yours, making him yelp a little, you tell him that you don't expect him to act any different around you, you like the blushy, shy guy he is
He smiles bashfully
Then he notices that he's still holding your hand, his yes widen for a moment before he intertwines your fingers with his
He comments on how warm your hand is and that it's nice to have someone to hold your hand
After that he always holds your hand and he will gently brush his thumb over the back of your hand while doing so
Cheek kisses are a must, even though it makes him flustered every time, no matter if he's the one giving or receiving the kiss
He loves words of affection
He will tell you how lucky he is to have you every day
When you compliment something about him, his looks, his acting skills, tell him how cool and handsome he looks when his eyes glow he will be reduced into a flustered, blushy mess
Of course Pepa and Julieta tease him a little, they are his sisters after all, but they also give him advice and encourage him, they want him to be happy with you
Bruno is a more than a little nervous about PDA, especially in front of his family
He knows he's awkward and knows he gets even more awkward when he's with you
But he also wants everyone to know how much he likes you
So whenever you show up at the Casita, he will have his rats waiting for you with flowers and then he will show up to walk you trough the house, arms linked
When you kiss him goodbye he always gets a goofy smile on his face and sighs lovingly
He is very clingy in private
He loves to hug you, or to be hugged by you
He always whispers to you as you both fall asleep and wakes you up with little, slightly shy kisses
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