#bruno madrigal x reader angst

[daisies-daydreams]

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

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

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

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

Reader: “He makes me laugh 😏”

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

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

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

Thanks again and have a good day. ❤️

Mi Vida (Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you for real?!" Félix boomed.

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

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

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

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

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

A Few Days Later…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[cheesy-cryptid]

Now I'm just sitting here imagining the angstiest scenarios like......

Maybe the family is looking through their photo albums and smol!Javi looks exactly like smol!Bruno. And when Javier was little it was a point of pride for him but now he just wants to rip up his baby photos 😥😥 I'm sure it's breaking his mother’s heart 💔😭😭😭

Anon you’ve actually guessed a whole lot of the angst i planned for these characters 🥹 im soooo happy you got it!

Yes, ever since Bruno left, it damaged the bond between the kids and the parents severely. For Javi in this case, sometimes Evalina would endearingly comment every now and then that Javi looks like his father but of course Javi would always deny it to avoid getting hurt remembering Bruno again. (To which motivates him to continue deviating from looking like him). Deep down , all Evalina wants is to mend the bond between the family, but even she admits to herself that there were times she would be clouded with doubt out of grief. She still keeps insisting to her children that Bruno loves them very much , but her kids aren’t convinced at all 😭

Alma on the other hand basically tried to take over parenting Bruno’s kids herself, so to a certain degree the kiddos were heavily influenced by her too. All because she doesnt want the past to repeat itself. In the comic, we can see Alma reminisce after realizing how much Javi loathes himself because of Bruno. She cant help but notice the growing rift between another mother and child feels all to familiar somehow.

(I hope Casita knows how to fix baby photos 😭 they always end up getting ripped apart or partially burned )

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[ramblesanddragons]

Flickering in the Firelight

Chapter 14

You nodded and Alma went to leave. She paused at the door. “Do you think that Bruno has suffered the same as you?”  

The question shocked you at first but then you realized it shouldn’t have. No mother would want their child to be harassed. At the moment you were staring at Bruno’s mother, not Alma the community leader. She looked old, perhaps for the first time ever to your eyes.

“He’s never mentioned anything to me. Men have it a little easier when it comes to... that. I know he’s had his heart broken before though.”  

#encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #Get your angst here folks #Angry Bruno too

[estoniacobaltpayne]

Goodnight, Sweet Prince

Goodnight, Sweet Prince

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal X GN! Reader

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, cursing

A/N: ok so you know how they announced that Bruno was like... the golden child when he was younger? Well I like to imagine that that lasted through his teenage years and o f . c o u r s e that level of power and popularity would go to a teenager’s head so I like to imagine that Bruno was a Grade A Asshole as a teenager, all cocky and maybe a lil smarmy, who had lots of cronies and partners and friends. I feel like it makes his fall from grace even sadder and gives his personality by the time we meet him in the movie more of an impact. I hate that Bruno is always portrayed as this little “uwu 👉🏼👈🏼” boy in fics. Like I get it after 10 years of isolation in the walls, because that’s kinda how he is sometimes in the movie, but I like to think he was a little less clinically insane before his isolation. Anyways, enjoy :D

Your friendship with Bruno Madrigal wasn’t normal; at the very least, in comparison to your other friendships.

You didn’t spend most of your waking hours with your other friends.

You didn’t braid your other friends’ hair.

You didn’t write dramatic love scenes with your other friends.

You certainly didn’t act out said love scenes with your other friends.

You didn’t have distinct speech patterns and banters with your other friends.

You weren’t as much of an asshole to your other friends, nor were they to you.

And you absolutely did not spend 4 nights or more out of the week cuddling all night as you watched shit TV shows and movies with your other friends.

Those were such things only reserved for Bruno. Such things only reserved for someone you were undeniably in love with.

You hadn’t always felt that way towards him, though; in fact, when you were younger, Bruno Madrigal was someone you absolutely avoided at all costs. The Madrigal triplets were always at the center of attention, and why wouldn’t they be? With their magical abilities and their tireless efforts for the Encanto, how could anyone not love them? And as a teenager, you agreed with those sentiments- at least towards the sisters, Julieta and Pepa.

You weren’t friends, per se, with the sisters, but at least they were kind to you. They’d engage in lighthearted conversation when seated next to you in school. They’d invite you to the soirees hosted at La Casa Madrigal for the older girls in school. They wouldn’t flinch away from you when you spoke to them like the other girls higher up on the food chain than you, and they wouldn’t bemoan having to work with you on assignments.

But Bruno, the prodigal son, on the other hand, was not your biggest fan, nor were you his. As an adolescent he was infinitely popular, with his strange yet unbelievably powerful gift of foresight, his attractive features, and his party trick of glowing neon eyes. He was constantly surrounded by peers trying to obtain his favour; constantly surrounding himself with friends, lovers, partners, significant others, admirers, acquaintances, and lower lifeforms trying to claw their way up the totem pole by praising him and adhering to his every beck and call.

Bruno Madrigal was popular, and he knew it. He was cocky, and a bully. But admittedly, he was a good actor, and adults often bought his feigned niceness and innocence, and he knew this, too. And something about him knowing all this allowed him to think he had the go-ahead to be asshat no. 1. Especially to people who didn’t spend their time sucking up to him.

People, like you.

Bruno never missed a chance to make your life miserable, and every time he failed to get a rise out of you, he doubled his efforts on his next attempt. Never dismissing an opportunity to make rude comments about you in front of the class when your name was mentioned, or when you unashamedly gave your best effort to answer a question, even if it was wrong. Never giving up a moment to belittle you, or tease you, or try to make your life a living hell.

Your mama always told you that he was just insecure; that he was jealous that you were confident, your own person, and not afraid to defy his need for control over the populous of your peers. But it didn’t change the fact that years of his torment took its toll on you.

And in your early twenties, when Bruno Madrigal fell from his pedestal- when he started giving out darker and uglier visions that people couldn’t stomach and he lost his power over the Encanto- you were relieved. You laughed, even, when your peers turned their backs on him and realised that people like yourself weren’t as bad as the fallen prince had deemed. But the charm of being out of the hot seat only lasted so long. No matter how badly you wanted to, you could never be as much of an asshole to him as he was to you. And in the instances where you passed each other in the street, and he waved out a timid hello with a wiggle of his slender fingers with eyes peering out from behind shaggy curls, you couldn’t help but nod your head in return. When your peers descended on him to deplore him in front of his family, you couldn’t help but defend him. When others would see him coming and duck out of the way or suddenly turn a corner to avoid him, you couldn’t help but frown, and raise your eyebrows and give him an apologetic smile.

It all changed one night at the cantina. Your friends were late meeting you there, and so you sat yourself down at the bar to start your night of drinking while you waited for them. As you went to take a sip from your drink, you had to do a double take as you saw at the very end to your left, the fallen prince hunched over a glass of what you could only assume was mezcal añejo on the rocks. A stubborn frown adorned his face, eyes hazy and plastered downward, trained on what must be some fascinating details in the wooden bar top. You argued with yourself for a moment about sliding down to talk to him, and you figured you probably looked like an idiot doing so, with your head bobbing back and forth as you mentally debated. Finally, you decided to bite the bullet. He just looked so… pathetic down at the end of the bar, all by himself. What’s the worst that could happen, you asked yourself. If he was a jerk to you, you could turn around and never give him the the benefit of the doubt again.

You opted to not sit on the barstool directly to his right, instead skipping it and taking the next one over. He didn’t look up as you did so, but even from one seat over and without him facing you, you could smell the smokiness of the liquor and the lime wafting off of him.

“There’s no gusano, if that’s what you’re coming over here for,” he slurred out before you even had a chance to fully settle into your seat.

“What?”

He just shrugged and continued to stare into his glass, swirling the ball of ice around. “I dunno, just seems like you’d be the type to eat it.”

You looked at him incredulously and immediately realised that this was a bad idea. And yet your mouth acted without your consent anyways. “You know, most mezcal doesn’t actually have one in it- it’s just a myth,” you stated defiantly. “And what makes you think I’d want to eat a grub?”

His nostrils flared as he laughed through his nose, his lips pulling into a tight smile. “You’re the weirdest person I know.”

Your eyes widened and your head turned towards him in a tilt, “you little-“

“And you’re the most fearless person I know.”

Now that shut you up; took whatever words that were growing in your diaphragm and killed them before they even reached your tongue.

“I was nothing but a dick to you all throughout school, and yet you’re the one approaching me because I probably look like the most miserable piece of shit in the entire joint.” He paused, before furrowing his brows and shaking his head. “That’s bravery. Courage. And honestly, more kindness than I deserve.”

You let out a single, hearty ‘ha’, your head thrown back as you added with a roll of your eyes, “yeah, you’re right about that last part for sure.”

At last he finally looked up at you, his brows risen and his face scrunched into a disbelieving smile as he chuckled through his nose again. As you looked into his green eyes, you realised that this was probably the most domestic and tranquil encounter you’d ever had with the fortune teller. He must have realised it too, because all too quickly his eyes widened and he shot his head back down to his drink, his hair curtaining his entire face sans the tip of his round and freckled nose.

You sat in semi-comfortable silence for a few more minutes, sipping your drinks, before he opened his mouth again.

“Eres el milagro que necesito pero no merezco.”

Your eyes widened. You figured that the liquor had finally replaced all the air in his head, because there was no way he just said that, right?

Something about Bruno’s drunken honesty must have sparked something within you that night, because after that, you slowly but surely became acquaintances with him. And your unexpected kindness towards their strange brother gave Pepa and Julieta more of a desire to talk to you, and you became better friends with them. Alma Madrigal, the head honcho of the entire Encanto started to look upon you with more favour. They invited you round to casita more often for lunches, and as such, you became closer friends with all of them. But the more time you spent with them, the more time you spent with Bruno, and eventually, the younger, chagrined part of you found yourself surprised to find that you considered him your closest friend.

And soon enough, you found yourself doing all the things with Bruno Madrigal you wouldn’t find yourself doing with anyone else.

It came as much of a shock to your mama as it had to you, after all he was an ass to you as a kid and she did not fail to mention that that was “without mentioning the fact that he’s a bad omen.” But one look at you and Bruno together told her everything she needed to know. Things neither you or Bruno even knew yet.

Alma noticed it, too. Julieta and Pepa noticed it, and after the sisters pointed it out to them, their fiancé and husband, respectively, noticed it too.

You didn’t notice it when you spent one too many nights over at each other’s houses, staying up all night to watch bad telenovelas and drink wine.

Bruno didn’t notice it when he’d show up to family dinner with flowers poorly braided into his hair and his sisters and mother would give him confused but knowing stares.

Neither of you would notice the wide-eyed glances and the “they’re together? They always hated each others!”’s as you walked through town during market days.

To everyone else, it took an embarrassingly long time for you to notice each other. The years spent watching your obliviousness towards each other was excruciating for the Encanto.

Bruno knew he loved you much earlier than you realised your feelings for him. You were in his room, the both of you sitting propped up against the headboard of his bed. You had been helping him revise his writing, nothing new. It was somewhere around 4:30 in the morning and in the midst of his reading out loud you had fallen asleep. He hadn’t even noticed, too engrossed with finding any mistakes in his work, until he felt your head fall into his shoulder. He just quietly laughed, changed his position so the both of you might be more comfortable, and thought to himself, “so this is what love is like.” Secretly, deep down, he realised he might have always wanted your approval and that’s why he was so mean to you as a child, because you wouldn’t give it to him. And now that he finally had it, he knew he’d never let it go.

It took longer for you to notice, but eventually and inevitably, you did. And when you finally noticed your feelings for the fallen prince, it hit you like a ton of bricks. It was Julieta’s and Augustin’s wedding day. You and Bruno had been together since the early hours of the morning. Not like he was your date, as you adamantly explained to your mama, and your papa, and Felix, and Pepa (multiple times with that one), and Julieta, and Augustin, and the priest, and… everyone. No he wasn’t your date, he was just… picking you up that morning. You were just sitting together, in the front row, with the rest of his family, at his oldest sister’s wedding. You just exited together, arm in arm, trailing out after the newly married couple. You were just eating together at the reception. You were just dancing together, all night, not letting anyone cut in to steal either of you away from each other. You were just staring into his brilliantly green eyes during the couple’s dance. You were just thinking. You were just… in love with him.

And it hurt, in some ways, because of course it had to be Bruno fucking Madrigal, and you knew deep down your 18 year-old self would’ve killed you had you known that this was what was to happen. Had Bruno himself given you a prophetic vision of that very moment of the two of you dancing at Julieta’s wedding, you would’ve locked the both of you up in fear you’d both gone crazy. But another part of you knew that this was the most ‘right’ you’d ever felt in your life. Never had you felt anything stronger for anyone else and never in your life would you ever want to attempt to feel like this for anyone else.

But lord knows the both of you were cowards.

And as long as it took for you and Bruno to admit your feelings to yourselves, it wouldn’t even compare to how long it took you to admit them to each other.

It wasn’t for a lack of opportunities, either.

You could’ve told him the night Julieta invited you over for dinner, because she was announcing that her and Augustin were having a baby, that the first of the grandchildren would be arriving in La Casa Madrigal in 8 months or less. It wasn’t like you didn’t go upstairs and hang out all night long afterwards. Feelings and impressions of intimacy were running rampant all evening with the announcement of a baby, and you desperately wanted to tell him, but you didn’t.

Bruno very well could’ve told you the night of Dolores’ gift ceremony, because all throughout the night you were there, grounding him, keeping him from going berzerk amongst the crowds of people celebrating the arrival of a new door. Your shoulders bumping his every so often comforted him as his social anxiety coursed through him. His eyes never strayed too far from your form for too long, only looking away long enough to acknowledge whoever dared to speak to Bad Luck Bruno, before quickly reverting back to you. You didn’t notice him staring, and thank god you didn’t, because he wasn’t sure what he’d do if you did. When his family forced him away from you to stand at their side as Dolores walked up the stairs to her door, all he could think about was you, down amongst the masses of people. All he could think about was how he desperately wanted to run to you and tell you how badly he needed you, how in secret he thought about what gift his child might receive should he ever have one, and how if he ever did, he’d want to have one with you. But lo and behold, as he watched you dance with his sisters in Dolores’ new room, he resigned himself to the fact that he was a wallflower; he didn’t have the unashamed arrogance he once possessed as a teenager, and the thought of telling you and risking losing altogether you was so much worse than having you at the excruciating distance you were at. And so, he didn’t tell you then, either.

Bruno should’ve told you on your 32nd birthday. You were all gathered in your house for a small dinner, with the Madrigals, your parents, and a few of your other friends. Bruno had been sat at your left all night, a perfect view of you as you commanded the party from your spot at the head of the table. All eyes were on you, and Bruno figured he had the perfect excuse to stare at you all night. You had just finished dessert and presents were now being passed around. You were too kind for your own good, Bruno thought, as you expressed genuine “thank you”’s with every gift, even the shitty ones, a bright grin on your face. And yet you had no idea just how much of a gift your smile was to Bruno. You were so much better than any gift his family ever received from the miracle. You were the gift he needed but didn’t deserve. You had already opened the present from the Madrigal family, but he had one for you that was just from him. But he’d only give it to you once all the others had been opened and everyone returned back to their respective conversations. He wanted you all to himself when he gave his gift to you. And slowly, as everyone dispersed their attention away from the gift opening and back to their conversations, he leaned over and whispered in your name in your ear, pressing a small box into your hand underneath the table. You looked at him confused, before pulling the box up to examine it. You tried to tell him that you already got a gift from the Madrigals but he just smiled and shook his head, urging you to open the box. You gave him the most beautifully giddy smile he’d ever seen you produce before you ripped the ribbon and the paper off and opening the little box. Inside was a necklace on a short but durable chord carrying an emerald flower. It wasn’t dainty, but neither were you. He told you he had the pendant made from the only vision he’s ever had of you; that he was in his late teens when he had it, and it came to him accidentally from the midst of another vision. But it was a vision of you nonetheless, older and happier than you had been at the time he had the vision. He told you that he never could get rid of it, and it sat on a shelf for years and years and years before he had recently thought to turn it into a necklace. You noticed your face faintly displayed in the necklace, distorted by the shaped details in the glass, and when you held it in a certain way, the bumps and ridges of the flower lined up perfectly and your face was clear as day. It nearly brought tears to your eyes and the smile you had on your face etched itself into Bruno’s core memory. He so badly wanted to press his own smile against yours and just melt into you, and for moment it was just you and him in the room and he almost did. But the sudden silence broke through to his consciousness and that’s when the both of noticed the rest of the room regarding the two of you. Bruno’s confidence instantly died away, and he didn’t tell you after all.

You should’ve told him when you saw an angry villager marching out of his vision cave as you entered for your near-daily visit. As the villager passed by you, he regarded you with a look of distaste and anger, but you paid it no mind, you knew how these readings of the future went for both the giver and the receiver. But Bruno had been so badly degraded by the man who hadn’t liked what future he’d been shown for his life. He knew the risks- they all did when they asked for a vision, Bruno never failed to express to them what they were getting into- and yet, he blamed him. He shot the messenger. And as you climbed the stairway leading up to his vision cave (which you swore had more stairs in it every time you climbed it), you could only imagine what Bruno’s face might look like. He never liked you to see him after a day filled with delivering prophecies. He always said he was tired; always said you might not find him as handsome as you normally would (to which you’d laugh, both at his joke and secretly at the fact that you’d never not find him attractive). When you reached the top of the stairs, all you saw was the door to his vision cave gently swinging back and forth, and an eery green glow emanating from within. You tentatively peaked your head in and called his name.

“Go away,” was all he managed. His back was towards you as he sat with his legs sprawled straight out in front of him in the sand, his back slouched and his head trained forward at the wall.

“Bruno, it’s just me-“ you started, but you didn’t have the chance to finish before his shoulders heaved and in a voice darker than you’ve ever heard him use repeated, “I said, go away.”

But you were one stubborn idiot, and you didn’t go away. Instead you sat to his left in the sand. Ever so gently you took his hand, tracing the lines in his palm with the pads of your right thumb. The room was dead silent for a good while, save for the squeaking of the door hinges, but you weren’t keeping time, and you certainly weren’t going to rush him into talking.

Finally, the fallen prince broke his silence. “He wanted to know if he had a shot at romance, but it’s always more complicated when they set their mind to one person, to one outcome. He wanted to know his future with one person and I told him it might not end well, I fucking told him to be open and reasonable to all outcomes but no, he wouldn’t listen.”

You were having a hard time listening to his ramblings, but you didn’t want to break the fragile moment by opening your fat mouth and asking for clarity, so you just waited for him to continue.

“He had his mind dead-set on one person, I’m guessing he’s wanted this one person for a long time.” He chuckled dryly. “I don’t know, and I don’t care, but it was cruel of him to ask it of me. Knowing what he does, what they all do and yet, he asked anyways. And when he didn’t like what he saw, well, you know the rest.”

You turned your head to the right and looked at him for the first time since entering his cave. You pointed the thumb of your free hand back towards the entrance to his room in reference. “Armando Alvarez? Why not just ask if he’ll ever be happy and in love? Who did he want to know if he ends up with?”

Bruno stiffened next to you before shaking his head. At last, he turned his head and looked deep into your eyes, which still swirled with dying bits of glowing emerald. You swore they were the most beautiful things you’d ever seen, but the upward draw of his brows and the grimace etched into his lips were a more pressing matter than his pupillary aesthetics. His eyes flitted back and forth, unconsciously trying to decide which of your own he should focus on.

Finally he opened his mouth, but he had to push to get the word out.

“You.”

You stiffened in surprise, a sharp intake of air entering your lungs before you shakily let it exit your body. You? Really? It was certainly flattering, but surely Armando Alvarez must surely know you have no interest in him. You’d talked to him what, maybe 6 times in your life? You knew you could count the number of times you’ve encountered the man between your two hands, that was for sure. At the very least, Armando Alvarez was a kind man, an honest man even, but he was not the brightest. You didn’t think, should you ever decide to settle for him, you could endure a lifetime of no intellectual stimulation. Bruno had spoiled you there, with his endless witticism. Regardless, you press on.

“Well, does he?”

“Does he what?”

“Win me.”

Bruno scowled. “You’re not a prize to be won. And even if you were, you’re certainly not one that that oaf could ever win.” He huffed a breathy laugh out from between his teeth. “Well, maybe in a wood chopping contest, but certainly not in the chess game that is romance. You’re too good for him.”

It was sweet to know that Bruno thought so highly of you. But one thing still didn’t make sense. What did Armando know? What did “they all” know?” You asked Bruno this and he tensed and turned away from you, finding intense interest in the sand beneath him. He was stock still and silent for a while, gathering and arranging his words.

“I don’t want to do visions about you. Not intentionally. Occasionally they just happen, they just slip out from beneath somewhere in my brain, but you’re too important to me to go around setting your life in stone. I won’t…“ he shuddered out a breath, “I can’t do that to you. You mean too much… no. No, you mean everything to me.”

Suddenly, you’d never been so sure that you knew exactly what your future would look like. You didn’t need one of the fortune teller’s visions to confirm. You just knew that it would involve him. You just knew you’d never spend another second without devoting everything you had in yourself to him.

And yet, even as he noticed the silent tears rolling down your face, even as he took his other hand- that is, the one you weren’t currently holding and he was now lacing his fingers through- and swiped his thumb across your cheekbone, trailing back and forth under your eye, down your cheek and across your lips, you couldn’t say it. You couldn’t just open your mouth and tell him that he means everything to you, too. And you almost thought about forgoing the words altogether and just kissing him for christ’s sake, but you were too shocked to move.

Suddenly, Alma Madrigal’s commanding voice rang out amongst the cavern walls of Bruno’s room as she called for her only son in disappointment of his ‘failed’ vision for señor Alvarez. You both shook yourselves back into focus, breaking the reverie, and you avoided looking at each other, all physical contact ceasing at a moment’s notice.

As you exited the cave together, you weren’t sure how to proceed as Bruno’s friend anymore. He would never be just your friend again, but at the same time you weren’t sure if that’s all you were to him or not. What if you had interpreted that moment wrong? What if he just cared about you, and that was that? What if he wasn’t in love with you like you were in love with him?

And as more time ticked away, you felt yourself falling further and further away from the idea that you and Bruno would eventually grow to be romantically involved. Surely, you thought, if something were to happen, it would have already. Too many years had passed. The of both of you were nearing 40 at this point, something should have happened between you. And yet, at the same time, you thought if he hadn’t loved you, at least a little, why hadn’t he gone after someone else? As much as he sometimes frightened the town with his visions, Bruno wasn’t completely hopeless in the love and sex department. He was an attractive man, and there were certainly plenty of people that would still want to be with him. Unlike Bruno, you weren’t oblivious to the attention he’d get from admirers, you knew he could find a partner should he want one, so why he hadn’t found one was a mystery to you. Unless…

He was in love with you too?

It was the night of Mirabel’s gift ceremony. It was a joyous night, with lots of laughter and food and drinks and dancing. Camilo’s ceremony had gone so well, and the Encanto was ready for another night of success. You were ready for success too. You were ready to tell Bruno, no matter the outcome. Should he love you too, great. Should your feelings go unrequited, well, you figured you and Bruno were good enough friends at that point that you could recover from that and move on from your awkward confession. You laughed with Pepa and Julieta so vibrantly before the ceremony; they told you they hadn’t seen you so open and carefree in so long. When they asked you as to why, you told them the truth- you were going to tell Bruno you loved him after Mirabel opened her door (you didn’t want to take Bruno’s attention off of Mirabel before her big moment). Smiles broke out onto their faces as they hugged you and welcomed you, finally and fully into La Familia Madrigal. They assured you that Bruno had been wanting to confess the same to you for so long, they were sure of it. After all, you did things with Bruno you didn’t do with your other friends.

As Alma called for the masses to gather round the staircase to begin the ceremony, you found yourself in a state of peace. A weight was being lifted off your shoulders with each step the young Madrigal took towards her new door. All she had to do was open it, and you’d be able to come clean to Bruno. But interestingly enough, Mirabel didn’t open the door. She couldn’t, as the door blackened and withered away to ash. And the weight came crashing right back down on top of you in an instant. The people around you scrambled and talked and worried and through it all you were numb to it. You thought it was selfish of yourself that your only thought that bounced around your head was, this is a bad omen for me, even as the Madrigals rushed to console a teary-eyed Mirabel, ushering her back into her old room and sending her sisters and cousins to bed. Alma wasted no time descending down the stairs in an attempt to ease the minds of the citizens of the Encanto that “the magic was strong.”

A sobering statement, considering that for the first time since its creation, the miracle failed. The guests around you started trickling out a handful at a time, after placing their worries and grievances with Alma. But you couldn’t move. You knew you should’ve just headed home, that this was a family matter, but something in you rooted you to your spot. The matriarch didn’t seem to mind; in all your time with Bruno, you’d spent more than enough time with her 3 children and her 5 grandchildren to be considered family. She’d known for long enough that one day she’d be able to call you her in-law, and she offered you a sympathetic smile and a pat on the shoulder as she passed by you and back up the stairs to discuss the night’s events with her children waiting in her room.

They talked for hours, or at least, that’s what it felt like, as you sat in the courtyard. The night sky above you was growing darker and darker, until the only light left was that of the stars. At last, Julieta, Pepa, their husbands, and Bruno left Alma’s room, abuzz with the meaning of the night’s scandal. They were too wrapped up with what had happened, and rightfully so, to notice you curled up at the base of the stairs. You didn’t know why you hadn’t left yet, but something had told you to stay; something deep inside your conscience was telling you to wait for Bruno, that you needed to talk to him before it was too late. Too late for what, you didn’t know.

But this something was telling you that if you don’t tell him tonight, you’d never get the chance again. And so you hurled yourself to your feet, and lingered at the bottom of the stairs a minute, gathering and preparing yourself. Was it the right time to tell him, after everything that happened earlier in the evening? Casita seemed to think so, as it pushed your feet up gently with the tiles beneath you, a small encouragement to urge you up the stairs and towards Bruno’s room. With one final deep breath, you started your ascent. You took your time, as with each step you grew more and more nervous.

As you neared the top, the door to Bruno’s room quietly opened as its owner stepped out and down the little hall preceding it. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you 3/4s of the way up the stairs, concerned and confused as to why you were still here. Not that he wasn’t happy to see you- he was always happy to see you.

“You’re… still here. It’s late, you should’ve been in bed hours ago,” Bruno nearly whispered as he approached the top of the stairs.

“I know, I know, I need my beauty sleep, but you know me, I’ve never been an ‘early to bed early to rise’ person,” you remarked with a small chuckle. Bruno just let his eyes roam your face, letting the silence wash over him. He was about to leave, but maybe you were a sign to stay? No, he had to leave. He had to protect Mirabel. He had to protect the Encanto. He had to protect you.

Finally, with no amount of joviality or pretence, Bruno spoke.

“You need sleep, but not for beauty.”

Your eyes widened in shock.

“Bruno-“

But he didn’t let you finish. He also had something he needed to tell you; he knew if there was anyone he could trust with the knowledge that he was leaving his family, it was you. It would always be you.

“I’m leaving.”

A beat of silence filled the air.

“What?”

You were flabbergasted. Leaving? To where? Why? Had he had a vision?

“Mama asked me for a vision, and what I saw… it wasn’t good. So I have to go. To protect Mirabel, the Encanto. You.”

You took another step up towards him in disbelief. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. Not when you had been so confident at the start of the evening. Not when you still had so much to say.

“Bruno whatever it is, I’m sure we can figure it out, between you and me we always figure everything out! Or at least take me with you! And your family- oh my god your family- I’m sure-“

“No. No one can know what I saw in that cave. I smashed the vision, I destroyed the bridge at the top of the cavern stairs. No one can find it. No one. I won’t let that happen. And no, I won’t take you with me and uproot you from your life like that. I can’t.” He took a few steps down towards you, and suddenly the two of you were chest to chest as he stood on the stair above yours.

All your breath had been stripped from your lungs, your brain eating up every cubic inch of air as fuel to process what was happening. Eventually, Bruno cupped your face and encouraged your fleeting eyes to focus on him.

“I need you to promise me something.” You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded your head.

“I need you to know- god, promise me you’ll remember- that not a day will go by that I won’t wish you were with me; that everyday, I’ll wake up and plead to skies- the miracle, anything- that you’ll be in my future. No matter what happens, I’ll pray that I’ll get to see you again. In this life or the next. Please, I need you to know that. I need you to know that I-“

But he caught himself before he could say it. Before he could say “I love you.” Even now, when he knew he’d most likely never look into your eyes again, he was too much of a coward to say it. But so were you, and so as his hands dropped to where your shoulders and neck conjoined, all you could do was nod your head, up and down and side to side in a frantic figure-eight motion. You were in too much shock to cry. You were too busy coming to terms with the fact that you were about to lose everything. With one final squeeze of your shoulders, Bruno released you and walked back up the stairs, turning to look at you once he reached the top, before turning and slowly walking away. Your eyes froze on the spot where he had just been. You knew your brain had to do some major catch-up, and as slow as it was it was no where near as lethargic as your heart. But you also knew that you’d never get another chance. You had to say something. You couldn’t let him leave without knowing. You’d never be able to live with yourself if you did. You just had to unfreeze yourself and call out to him before he left. Luckily your body took the wheel from your foggy head.

“Bruno wait!”

When your eyes finally caught up to his form, he was halfway down the hall. He turned his head first towards you, before rotating his body around and walking back towards the top of the stairs.

“Bruno, if this is the last chance I’ll get, I… I have to tell you. I’ll never be able to sleep another night in my life if I don’t.”

Bruno, ever asshole with unrelenting wit, dismally smiled and retorted, “in which case, you might have to start calling it ‘beauty sleep.’”

You shut your eyes in belief. God he was funny, but for once you couldn’t let yourself be distracted by his banter.

“Bruno I-“

You were angry. Why couldn’t you just say it? Why must the words fall short every damn time?

Bruno stepped down one of the stairs, tilting his head forward and to the side, a silent plea for you to continue. You knew he knew what you wanted to say, and lord knows you’d smite him if this was just a plot to toy with you. It wouldn’t be the first. But at that moment, something inside you snapped. All the annoyance at both yourself, him, the world, everything, vanished, and you were left with a sense of blissful emptiness.

Fuck it.

“I love you, Bruno Madrigal. I love you with everything I have. And if this is the last chance I’ll ever get to say it, at least I’ll die knowing that I told you. Because you mean everything to me, too, and you deserve to know.” As you confessed, Bruno once again descended the last few steps towards you, his gaze only once leaving yours to glance at the emerald flower around your neck that reflected the moonlight back into your eyes, a permanent branding that reminded him that you had allowed yourself, all these years, to belong to him.

“I just.. I do, I love you. I can’t say with certainty that I know many things, Bruno Madrigal, but I’m satisfied with the knowledge that no matter what, I’ll always love you, Bruno, and there’s never going to be anyone else that I’ll feel this way for. I don’t need a vision from you to know that.”

Bruno’s face held almost no emotion, only a slight raise to his brows and his lips slightly parted in silent disbelief. As much as you could stare into his eyes, you needed to hear him say something. And finally he did.

“I knew it.”

Wow, you thought as the annoyance flooded back, what an asshole. Hot, ugly tears start to escape from the confines of your eyelashes and they burned with embarrassment. Serves you right for giving him the benefit of the doubt all those years ago. But he continued.

“I knew you were weird.”

“Bruno, fuck off. I-“

“You are! After all, how could a miracle like you love a harbinger of bad luck like me?” He bemused. Once again, he brought his hands up to rest his warm and calloused palms on the base of your neck.

“But I also knew you were fearless,” he smiles as one of his hands cups the back of your jaw, wiping a stray tear away. “And I’m so, so, fucking glad you are, because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have loved me, and I don’t know what I would have done with myself all these years.”

“What are you talking about?”

Bruno leaned his forehead against yours, pulling you as close to him as he could without sending the both of you tumbling down the stairs.

“I think… I’m talking about how I’ve won this game of chess?”

And suddenly, all the puzzle pieces throughout the years clicked together, 35 years worth of annoyance and indifference and friendship and love all coming together at this moment to propel the both of you into each other. And as your lips met, for the first and last time, nothing and everything mattered, all at once and not at all. As your lips parted and his tongue met yours, you knew that you’d never be able to let anyone kiss you again. Not after this. After all, you didn’t do this sort of thing with your other friends. It would only ever be Bruno’s shoulders and hair that you held onto for dear life, as his hand on your shoulder fell downward to allow his arm to scoop you impossibly closer into him. You knew you’d never love anyone else, ever again, as his tears mixed with yours and your lips and tongues held onto each other for dear life, as to suck every last ounce of adoration and devotion out of each other before you had to say goodbye.

But unfortunately, the future doesn’t wait. Bruno’s gift never would allow him to forget that. And after a few more wet kisses peppered across each others lips, you and Bruno pulled apart, taking one last moment to memorise each other’s eyes.

“If you’re ever in the Encanto again, look me up,” you quipped, and Bruno offered you one of those blissful and contented smiles he always seemed to have when the two of you would banter. But this one, you knew you’d never forget, because while his lips offered joy, his eyes protruded devastation, and you knew you’d never be able to erase his face in that moment from your mind, and you were okay with that.

“I promise if I ever see you again, I’m taking you to the father to have us married,” he says with no lace of pretence.

“After one kiss? Not one to waste time, I see,” you chortle.

He only shakes his head before pulling away from you completely. It left you feeling empty and cold, despite the humid air and the heat of his body still lingering on yours.

“I’ve already wasted enough time loving you on my own, I refuse to waste a second more.”

And with a pair of heartbroken smiles, casita gently rolled the stairs beneath your feet, carrying you down to the courtyard. You took one last look up to your fallen prince.

“I love you, Bruno.”

“I love you too.”

As your tear ducts finally ran empty, you turned around towards the front doors of La Casa Madrigal and opened them.

“Goodbye, Bruno Madrigal.”

Had you looked back as you left, you would’ve seen the fallen prince open the portrait in the walls. But you were one stubborn idiot, and you didn’t look back.

#fanfiction #angst #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #Encanto #Disney #disney+ #encanto fanfic #disney fanfiction

[nellycanwrite]

I present: Javicatto

Javi likes it when his momma skritches his head, but he’s too proud to admit it HNNGG. Ignacio often teased him for it when they were in their early teens, but he always ended up being tossed into a fountain with Javi’s powers.

Momma Eva swears she would see ears pop out of his head when he’s being pet; like a feral black cat who was given soft treats.

@cheesy-cryptid​ should we make this canon? 🤔 🤔

#am i drawing cutie Javi to cope with writing angst in the next chapter? #yes. yes i am. #JAVICATTOOOO #have this last bit of fluffy drawing until everything goes downhill next chapter #encanto #bruno madrigal fankids #encanto oc #bruno madrigal x reader #lmfe #love me for eternity

[girl-next-door-writes]

So, I borrowed this Build-A Blurb idea for my last follower milestone and I thought it would be a great way to celebrate hitting 3500 followers!

Rules:

Step 1- Pick a character that I write from the list below.

Step 2 - Pick angst or fluff. (If you don't specify then it will be fluff because this is me writing things)

😢 Angst

🥰Fluff

WARNING: If you pick angst I will not be writing a part 2 to fix what I have broken.

Step 3 - Pick up to 4 emoji's, one from each category you will find beneath the cut. You don't have to choose one from EVERY category, you can simply pick fluff and 1 emoji if you wish.

Step 4 - Send me your choices in an ASK! I will not be accepting dm's for this one guys.

THINGS TO NOTE:

All my blurbs will be character x reader because that’s the lane I am sticking in.

I will only be accepting 8 because I have a bit of a request backlog and a couple of series playing around in my mind, so get your requests in asap.

Characters I will write:

SUPERNATURAL: Crowley, Gabe, Sam

STAR TREK: Scotty, Bones

MARVEL: Loki, Clint, Scott, Bucky, Steven Grant

STAR WARS: Hux, Poe

HARRY POTTER: George Weasley, Remus Lupin

SHERLOCK: Mycroft

ALSO... Spencer Reid, Steve Harrington and Bruno Madrigal.

Set 1: Choose 1 from this list.

👀best friends to lovers

👫 fake dating

😍 mutual pining

🤫 secret relationship

🤯 They were roommates

Set 2: Choose 1 from this list

😙 A chaste kiss

💋A fierce kiss

👄 A gentle kiss

😘 A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking

😳 An unexpected kiss

Set 3: Choose 1 from this list

🤬 blurting out a confession of love in a stressful moment

🤮 drunkenly confessing feelings

🤡 everyone Knowing™ before they do

🤝 taking each other’s hands during a stressful situation

👩‍❤️‍👨 people thinking they’re already together

Set 4: Choose 1 from this list

😴 accidentally falling asleep on/next to each other

🍕cleaning food off someone’s face

👕 sharing clothes

👗 helping each other dress/fixing someone’s outfit

💭 dreaming about a love interest

#Build a fic #follower milestone celebration #em rambles from the dojo

[sp-ce-doll]

"Brunito."

Bruno Madrigal x Chubby!Fem!Reader (Part 2)

Request from: @estoniacobaltpayne

MINORS DNI!!!! 18+ ONLY          

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Fatphobia, body dysmorphia, angst, slight reader backstory, and Alma is very mean. Sorry if you don’t like the color yellow, but it’s my fave. SFW.

Synopsis: Reader has dinner with the Madrigals and it goes…about how you think it would.

A/N: Heeeeeeey, looks who’s back from their weed comaaaa! SPOILER ALERT!!! There’s a cliffhanger. That’s right, mamacitas, it’s going to be a trilogy! Please comment if you think the next part should include or exclude some spicy content! Thank you for reading!!

Today, it was your turn to sweat bullets.

Dinner with Bruno went fabulously, and you two were practically inseparable ever since. Bruno would visit you almost daily, always bringing you little things that he thought would make you smile. Last week, he needle-felted a pair of rat dolls – one with an adorable little yellow sun hat and the other with a green poncho. A few days ago, he brought over his tiple and played you a little tune he wrote about what it would be like to be a bird. Today, he was bringing you to dinner at La Casita.

It wasn’t that you disliked the Madrigals; it was the opposite really. You loved catching up with Mirabel and Dolores. You brought Luisa lunch a few times a week, so she had to take a break from her chores.  Isabela and Pepa have even saved your personal garden on more than a handful of occasions. The entire familia Madrigal was delightful, but you’ve never been with them all together. The thought of going before your cariño’s family and being judged by them all in one room terrified you. What if they didn’t think you were good enough for their family? What if his mother disapproved of your relationship? Bruno loves his family and is very loyal – he would leave you no doubt if they asked.

Today you had to dress to impress.

You decided to wear a bright yellow, three-panel skirt that you hand-embroidered with the story of your family’s immigration to the Encanto, pairing it with a white off-the-shoulder blouse with puffy sleeves. You threw your hair into a classy low bun, pulling out a few locks of hair to frame your round face. You rouged your cheeks and lips so that your face said, “Innocence.” Señora Alma is a traditional woman, very much like your own mother; you knew exactly how to please people like her.

You ran through your head thinking of all the little things you could say to win her favor. You thought of how you could draw on your rapport with the rest of the family Madrigal or mention what an amazing cook you were and the countless meals you fed your Brunito when he came to visit. Speaking of food, you did not plan to show up to dinner empty-handed. You prepared a large baking dish filled with your infamous patacones topped with hogao. You once set these out as a snack for Bruno and he nearly proposed to you on the spot.

You were dressed, packed, and ready to face the Madrigals, but as you made your way to the foyer to meet Bruno, who was waiting to walk you to his home, you glanced at yourself in the mirror. You tried to ignore it, but sometimes you couldn’t help but hate the girl you saw in your reflection. Your nose was too broad for your liking, and you felt like your lashes could be longer and more feminine. You hated the way the velvet ribbons tying your huaraches to your ankles squeezed your thick calves, and the back rolls that were visible through your blouse. You knew your self-worth, and you knew that you were such a kind and loving soul, but you sometimes wondered what someone as beautiful as Bruno saw in you.

There are so many gorgeous, thin women in the Encanto. Women who were petite and graceful and seemed to hold the attention of every man, women, and child in the village. You, on the other hand, felt like little old you. Not bad, but nothing too special either. Nothing special enough to belong with the Madrigals.

***

Bruno was uneasy.

Today was the day that he got to formally introduce you to his family as his…whatever you guys were. He was so nervous and nauseous, but he knew that you would, “Wow,” them just as you did every time he heard you speak.

You had expressed to him your worries of not fitting in with his family, so he came extra early that afternoon to be with you and help assuage your fears. He was so sure that everyone would love you but…his mother may be a problem. Alma has never mentioned anything about disliking you, but she never seems pleased when Bruno would leave La Casita to be with you.

As Bruno waited for you to finish getting ready for dinner, he had grown more and more paranoid about the way things could go down tonight. He began pacing, shaking salt into his hand to toss over his shoulder, and jumping from floorboard to floorboard in your kitchen while trying not to step on the gaps between the wood. He had half a mind to run to the lake just outside the mountains surrounding the Encanto and look into the future, but he couldn’t leave you alone all nervous and panicky – it was his job to be nervous and panicky.

He hopped to another floorboard, wobbling when he balanced his weight all on one leg, as you rounded the corner into the kitchen. Your sudden presence frightened him, causing him to trip and fall. You giggled at this clumsy man and did a little run over to help him up.

“So silly, Brunito,” you said to him.

He didn’t respond, wide hazel eyes looking up and hungrily devouring your appearance.

“What?” you asked.

“Hermosa.”

Your felt your cheeks get warm as you helped Bruno settle on his feet. He couldn’t stop looking at you and admiring the little details on your skirt or the way your neck and shoulders were deliciously exposed. He sighed deeply, attempting to slow his accelerated heart rate.

You attempted to draw his attention back from wherever his mind went by brushing a salt and pepper coil of hair from his face, your hand gently caressing his cheek and landing on his stubbly chin.

“Are you ready to go, amor?” you asked gently.

His hand rose to cover the hand on his face, gently removing it so he could kiss the inside of your wrist.

“Ready when you are.”

***

The walk to La Casita was lovely. The sun was just beginning to set, and the weather could not be more perfect. You almost felt sad that you couldn’t enjoy more of the joyous day outside with Bruno.

As you two reached the cobblestone path that led to the house, you realized that you had never actually set foot in Bruno’s home. Bruno always came to visit you, and the rest of the Madrigals could always be found in the village, making themselves of use to anyone in need. You never had a real reason to visit until tonight.

“The house is beautiful, Bruno,” you said.

“Yep, and she’s really nice too. Never told anyone that I was in the walls.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but laughed anyway.

Reaching the house at last, you put one foot forward to climb steps leading up to the front door, but then you felt something hit your foot. You jumped back out of fright, and Bruno began to laugh.

“Say hola to Casita first,” he responded.

Confused again, you looked up at the majestic house, and gave an awkward greeting.

“Hola, Casita?”

The house began to come alive; the bricks on the front steps started jumping, the wooden shutters on all the windows began to swing wildly, and the terra cotta shingles on the roof began to dance. The blue front doors of the moving house swung open, and you felt the stones on the path rise to cup the back of your ankles. Casita physically pulled you into itself, Bruno being pulled in not far behind.

The magical house dropped you and Bruno in the center of the room, and you clenched the white fabric over your heart.

“The house has magic too?!” you exclaimed.

Bruno smiled down at your thrilled face, watching you as you excitedly spun around several times to take in the details of the house.

“You’ve never been here? The doors are open to everyone, you know.”

You stopped your child-like observation of the house and looked at Bruno.

“I’ve never had a reason to come. Your family is always conveniently around when I need them,” you said with a smile.

Bruno returned the smile and took from you the glass baking dish you carried.

“I’m going to set this in la cocina and then we can go on a little tour of Casita,” he said.

You nodded and watched as he disappeared into what you presumed was the kitchen.

***

“…and this way is my room,” Bruno said as he ushered you up the steps to his tower.

“Do I actually get to go in this room?” you teased.

He let out a single laugh and nodded his head.

Bruno had shown you all over La Casita but couldn’t allow you in anyone’s room. Instead, he pointed to each door and told you whose room was whose and described what the inside of each room looked like. You were having a hard time believing that one little boy essentially lives in an expansive jungle terrain filled with all sorts of exotic plants and animals, but then again, the house is alive. Anything could happen here.

As you reached the top of the stairs, Bruno turned around to look at you, back facing his ornate door.

“Sooo, it’s been a while since I’ve had a visitor and I’ve just moved back in really, so my room isn’t…the best. Plus, Casita can kind of sense my overwhelming need for space, so there might be –,” Bruno confessed.

“I’m sure it’s just wonderful,” you tried to assure him.

Bruno turned back around to face the door, mumbling something under his breath about hoping you still felt that way. You wondered how many pairs of socks he’s left strewn about the floor.

Bruno pried his door open, and a gust of sand flew out the crack. He coughed and shoved door until it was wide open for you to enter. You walked into the small room, admiring the beautiful hourglass wall with a gorgeous waterfall of sand behind it.

“Well, this is nice,” you said, trying to be kind. His room was very small and did not have an ounce of furniture. You briefly wondered if Bruno just curled up on a pile of sand to sleep at night; that would explain why he’s always covered in it when he comes to visit.

With a light chuckle, Bruno took your hand and led you to the falling sand.

“Close your eyes, duck your head, and bend your knees,” he instructed, doing just that and pulling you in after.

Once through the entryway, you two skidded down a dune of sand and the room opened up into a huge cave with what had to be hundreds of stairs. You looked up completely bewildered; you really didn’t believe him when he said the rooms were bigger on the inside.

Bruno saw your baffled expression and thought to cut through the tension.

“Yeah, I know…it’s a bit much.”

“A BIT??”

“You know, once you get to walking, you really don’t even notice the stairs, ha,” he said bashfully. “Come on, let’s get started.”

He had to practically drag you from where you stood; you and cardio weren’t the greatest of friends. You started to march up the stairs, panting and out of breath by the time you reached the seventh step. You could see Bruno holding in his laughter as he watched you struggled to climb, leaving you very embarrassed.

“Mira, it’s okay. Took me a while to get used to them when I came back.”

You gave him a thumbs up.

When the treacherous journey came to an end, you could barely stand.

“Are you okay, amor?” he asked.

“No,” you wheezed, hunched over.

Bruno really thought that now would be a good time to make a move on you.

“Here, Cariño, let me carry you.”

So, here’s the thing: Bruno Madrigal is maybe 100 lbs soaking wet. You, a thick and voluptuous woman, were much broader and heavier than him in comparison. You thought it was really sweet of him to offer but…you could snap him like a twig.

“I’m good, Brunito,” you said.

But he was insistent.

“No, no, allow me,” he said, bringing one of his scrawny, little arms around your shoulders.

“Bruno, I would really appreciate it if you did not do that,” you huffed. By now, you had finally caught your breath.

Bruno was devastated, not that he let that show. Did you really think so little of him? Did you really find him…well, little? Bruno was not a very machismo man, but he still had some pride, and right now, a very bruised ego.

“Did I do something wrong, mi amor?” he asked softly.

“No, no, I’m just too – I mean I just don’t want you to – ugh,” you said standing up.

Bruno understood, choosing instead to gently take your hand in his as he moved to your side. He turned and quietly led you to the ominous circular door that stood down the hall. You passed these cryptic sculptures of Bruno on the wall, one with gaping holes where his eyes and mouth should be.

“Bruno, what is this place?” you asked.

“It’s my vision cave.”

You reached out a cautious hand to grasp the bar handle and pulled it to the side. The door opened with a whoosh and you peered in.

Inside the dim, circular room the walls were lined with a familiar tribal pattern from the crown molding to the baseboards. The floor held a similar pattern, barely visible through the small piles of sand that seemed to be everywhere. You looked around, counting maybe 6 clay pots painted in various shade of brown all about the room, before you looked up and noticed the small blue hammock that was pressed against the far wall.

You were quiet for a while – mostly because you were terrified of the room, but also because you were disheartened at how little things Bruno owned. You wondered if he just hadn’t had the opportunity to fill his room with all the little things that made him happy, or if he didn’t think he deserved more than this.

“Truth be told, I only really come up here for visions. I still…I still sleep in the walls,” he said.

“Why?” you asked bewildered.

“Eeeh, you know. It’s where I feel comfortable, I mean it’s been ten years,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Plus – plus, it’d be a bit of a hazard for the little guys, right?” he rambled as he pulled a rat from underneath his ruana, holding it up for you to see.

“Uh, Bruno –”

“I’m really nervous about being home with my family and people are already hounding me for visions, and, I mean, I missed my family and all, but I’m not much of a people person,” he said rapidly, all in one breath.

You smiled at this absolutely ridiculous man that you had fallen for.

“You can always come stay with me.”

***

The two of you had made your way to the dining room to join the rest of the Madrigals for dinner. The whole family sat in their seats, beaming up at you as Bruno chivalrously pulled out your chair and gestured for you to have a seat.

“Hola, everyone!” you said, sitting down.

Everyone responded to you happily, except for Alma, who offered you a brief nod. You tried to keep your composure, but you were freaking out inside. You never realized how large Bruno’s family was.

“Thank you for joining us for dinner, (y/n),” said Alma. “Bruno has told us many wonderful things about you.”

Her words were kind, but her tone was cold. Bruno was sweating, reaching out for your hand under the table to calm his nerves.

“I’m glad to hear that, Señora,” you said, offering a smile.

The room was tense. Mirabel and her parents were smiling so hard, hoping it would alleviate the awkwardness of Alma’s clear disapproval. Isabela and Luisa had gone ahead and started eating, focusing hard on their food so they wouldn’t have to witness the tragedy that was occurring. Dolores was whispering to her parents, who both leaned in to listen to what she had to say, all the while Camilo wasn’t paying attention, eyes trained on his fork like he was trying to bend it with his mind.

You looked around at all the Madrigals when you noticed someone was missing.

“Where’s Antonio?” you asked, beginning to poke at your food.

The whole table looked up at you surprised. Even Camilo stopped practicing his “budding” mind powers to take notice of the topic.

“Yeah, where is Antonio?” Camilo asked.

A rain cloud began to form over Pepa’s head as she shivered in panic. Félix attempted to calm her by running his hands along her shoulders.

“He’s by the Rosarios,” Dolores piped in. “His jaguar scared their daughter, Sofía, so he brought her a stuffed capybara to say sorry.”

Dolores leaned her head to side, trying to hear what Antonio was up to.

“Sounds like he’s on his way back,” she said.

Pepa let out a great sigh, the cloud above her beginning to dissipate. Félix let out a hearty laugh and soon the rest of the family had erupted into laughter over the needless worrying. All except for Alma, whose lips were pressed into a thin line and had not taken her eyes off you since you joined the table.

The laughter died down and the family dug into their plates. Before you even noticed, the patacones you brought had gone. Not too long later, Antonio joined the table, apologizing for his tardiness. He told the table how he and Sofía had lost track of time while he introduced her to some smaller, more palatable animals. Dolores teased Camilo that Antonio had gotten a girlfriend before him, which made Antonio hide in his shirt.

Hoping to draw him back out of his shell, you asked Antonio about the capybara plush that he had given to his new friend, and he happily talked about his new-found love for sewing and doll making. You nudged Bruno’s shoulder, telling Antonio that he must get his love of crafting from his tío. Bruno gave you a sheepish, lopsided grin.

For a while, the family enjoyed each other’s musings about this and that. You kept sliding more and more food over to Luisa because you knew she missed lunch today; she smiled at you with her cheeks stuffed. Mirabel mentioned something about your skirt, and you got to excitedly tell her how you were inspired by her. When Isabella managed to pull your attention away from her sisters, she gave you some gardening tips because she noticed your begonias were dying again. The night had turned around and the atmosphere was perfect – you were ecstatic.

 Seizing the moment, Bruno cleared his throat loudly, drawing attention from everyone.

“Uh, hey,” he began, “I thought I’d take the chance to, uh, properly introduce (y/n). We-we’ve been seeing each other for a month or two, and yeah.” He threw out a nervous smile, one that was returned by his sisters and his lovely niblings. His brothers-in-law were smirking at him, wiggling their eyebrows teasingly.

Alma was still stone-faced, not even bothering to look up from her food.

“I’m happy you two are…happy together,” she said.

“Th-thanks, ma,” Bruno returned.

***

After dinner, you, Bruno, and his sisters decided to stay back to clean while everyone else went about their evenings. Pepa and Julieta were absolutely delighted that Bruno was finally seeing someone. You three would giggle or go back and forth sharing cheesy little stories about Bruno while he tried to hide himself in dish soap bubbles.

Eventually Julieta poked Pepa, motioned with her lips toward you and Bruno, and then tipped her head, signally her to leave. They left the kitchen smiling while you two washed and dried the last of the utensils.

You were so engrossed in Bruno’s new telenovela for his rats. It was called, “The Horses that Could Never Be.” The plot was confusing, and one of the rats had to play a horse, but that didn’t matter. Seeing Bruno’s face light up with so much joy was the only thing that mattered in that moment. His eyes were so wide and animated, and he used different tones of voice to act out certain lines so you’d know who was talking. It was adorable.

When you put away the last fork, you turned to address Pepa, but saw at once that you and Bruno were alone.

Bruno, noticing that your attention had been drawn away from him, turned to see what you were looking at.

“Oh,” he said. “Didn’t even know they left.”

“Some oracle you are, Brunito,” you joked.

He stuck his tongue out at you and dried his hands.

It was silent for a moment when he turned back to look at you. You admired his beautiful salt and pepper curls in the candlelight that illuminated the dark kitchen.

“You look so handsome,” you said in a whisper.

You couldn’t see it, but a small flush of pink tinted Bruno’s cheeks. He had such strong feelings for you but was so worried that he would come on too strong and chase you away. He rarely kissed you, opting instead to caress your face or take your hand in his. He hoped that the gifts he brought you, the little tokens of his love, were enough to show you how he felt without being too overwhelming. Bruno very much preferred to move at whatever pace you decided to set.

You stepped toward him, closing the tiny gap between you, and brought your hands to his chest. He let out a shaky breath as you touched him, watching as you leaned forward to place a soft kiss to his lips.

He deepened the kiss, putting his hands low on your hips so you wouldn’t go anywhere. You moaned against his mouth, loving the way his breath tasted and wanting so much more of him.

Alma cleared her throat.

You two separated so fast, Bruno almost fell.

“Señora!” you gasped.

“Bruno, don’t you think it’s rather late? Señorita (y/n) should be getting home,” she said.

“Of course! Of course, yeah, let’s uh, let me walk you home,” Bruno blurted out.

Alma turned to leave the kitchen, taking a few steps before whipping her head around.

“Buenas noches, (y/n),” she said to you before turning to address Bruno. “I’ll be waiting up for you, mi hijo.”

Alma left the kitchen.

***

Bruno took you home, kissed you chastely, and practically ran to get home. You went to bed that night, butterflies in your stomach with a newfound heat that spread across your body.

When Bruno returned home, Alma was indeed waiting up for him.

“Mama, I’m home. Get some rest,” he told her.

“Brunito, I would like to speak with you about something,” Alma said curtly. She gestured for Bruno to sit on the bench next to her.

“Is something wrong, ma?” Bruno asked.

“Mi hijo,” she said, “(y/n) seems lovely but…I don’t know if she is right for you. Ever since you’ve started seeing her, well, I haven’t seen much of you.”

Bruno felt awful. Had he really been neglecting his family?

“I’m so sorry mama, I really didn’t mean to –”

“– and she’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, absolutely hermosa, but she doesn’t exactly look like she…fits you,” Alma interrupted.

“What do you mean she doesn’t f –”

“– and believe me, mi hijo, I’m just looking out for you. And for what’s best for the family. That’s all I’ve ever tried to –”

“I love her, ma!” Bruno shouted. He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, not meaning to have said that out loud, or have used that tone with his elderly mother.

Alma just stood there, frowning. She sighed, knowing she did all she could to help Bruno see her side of things.

“Mama, I love her. I want to be with her. Look, I’m sorry about not being more present with the family, really, lo siento, but she makes me feel like me. She makes my life and all I’ve been through feel like it was worth it,” he confessed.

“I see,” said Alma, standing from her seat. “Well, who am I to stand in the way of true love?” She turned her back to him and made her way up the stairs, leaving Bruno alone in the dark.

#krissy stop #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto bruno #encanto bruno x reader #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x chubby reader #encanto fanfic #bruno my beloved #encanto

[theromcommotel]

WELCOME !!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

hello !!

i am elsie, i have requests open for x reader fanfics !

the fandoms and types of writing i’m willing to do will be listed below !!

PLEASE specify the type of fic!!! (headcanons, oneshot, blurb, etc)

fandoms:

dear, evan hansen (the musical):

evan hansen

connor murphy

jared kleinman

harry potter:

harry potter

ron weasley

hermione granger

luna lovegood

seamus finnigan

neville longbottom

draco malfoy

cedric diggory

pansy parkinson

lavender brown

fred weasley

george weasley

percy weasley

young!sirius black

young!remus lupin

young!james potter

young!lily evans (potter)

young!severus snape (?) ((maybe i haven’t decided yet sjbsnsjsns))

(and more probably - i just don’t feel like writing them all down)

heathers (the musical):

veronica sawyer

jason dean

h. chandler

h. duke

h. mcnamara

martha dunstock

ram sweeney

kurt kelly

encanto:

mirabell madrigal

camilo madrigal

isabela madrigal

luisa madrigal

dolores madrigal

pepa madrigal

felix madrigal

bruno madrigal

ouran high school host club:

haruhi fujioka

tamaki suoh

kyoya ootori

hikaru hitachiin

kaoru hitachiin

takashi morinozuka

mitskuni huninozuka

REMINDER: if there isn’t a certain character on this list, i’m not very good at writing them / don’t feel comfy doing so !!

do’s and don’ts

do’s

oneshots

imagines

headcanons

x reader

angst

fluff

don’ts

smut (i may or may not write smut on certain occasions - i’m just not very confident in it.)

incest (sibling x sibling, parent x child, etc)

oc x canon

if something pops up in a request i won’t do i’ll add it to this list

got questions ?

be sure to lemme know! <3

#fanfics #hamilton #musicals #dear evan hansen #harry potter #x reader #requests open #harry potter x reader #ron weasley x reader #hermione granger x reader #draco malfoy x reader #seamus finnigan x reader #fred weasly x reader #george weasley x reader #poly!hamilsquad #poly!marauders #evan hansen x reader #connor murphy x reader #jared kleinman x reader #tamaki suoh x reader #kyoya ootori x reader #hikaru hitachiin x reader #kaoru hitachiin x reader #mori senpai x reader #Honey Senpai x reader #mirabel madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal x reader

[naoko-world]

My Bruno x reader ficlets list

I decided to put my Bruno x Reader drabbles and ficlets in a list since I wrote that much. I'll write more too, that I'll add to that peculiar list!

This list doesn't include the Bruno x Reader oneshots like Lovers for a day (and beyond) and multichapter fics like Bruno's fangirl. Neither will there be the works related to Bruno's fangirl, which you can find there.

He is Bruno? (Bruno x Fem!reader) (Use of y/n and you)

501 words

Fluff

Y/N notices a cute man on the site for the rebuilding of Casita she never saw before. It can't be Bruno Madrigal, can it?

The shoulder (Bruno x fem!reader) (no use of y/n but use of you)

1105 words

Fluff

You're a librarian where Bruno often comes to. You always felt something for him but was able to contain yourself. Until he shows up with a slipping off ruana...

OK Bruno is a woman now (fem!Bruno x bi fem!reader) (no use of y/n but use of you)

1135 words

fluff

While going to Casita you discover that Bruno changed into a woman.

A very Madrigal birthday - (Bruno x fem!reader)

1140 words

Fluff

It is your birthday today. Time to celebrate with your boyfriend and his family!

Bonding with the milkman over anxiety - (Bruno x GN!Reader)

1129 words

humor/light angst/fluff/milkman AU

Bruno was a milkman in Colombia looking to bond with someone. He was starting to desperate when he met you during his delivery.

Bruno in boots (Bruno x GN!reader)

1482 words

Fluff/humor

Bruno got a vision about a cat in boots who is a fearless hero. He's so impressed by that cat he decides to do the same in her town, becoming Bruno in boots.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #encanto ficlet #my encanto drabble #encanto drabble #my encanto ficlets #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x fem!reader #bruno x female reader #bruno x gn!reader #bruno x y/n

[camilosnovia]

Hi hun, I was wondering if I could get a platonic Madrigals x Reader imagine/headcanons.

I've been getting bullied a lot in my neighborhood. I feel a bit like Bruno honestly. I already have an anxiety disorder and people always stare at me, I can hear them talking about me and I even get called slurs sometimes. I have Autism and dress weirdly so I guess that's why, but it mostly feels unjustified because I'm always friendly to people

Could you please do something about Bruno and Isabela with a s/o who's getting bullied or feels anxious around town because people stare at her, and how they would handle that? It would really help. I'm so sorry if this topic is too heavy or hits too close to home, feel free to ignore it if you're uncomfortable. Thank you, have a great day and stay hydrated

Outcast

Note: Hi luv, I’m so so sorry this took so long. Thank you so much for sharing your difficulties with me, I am so sorry that happened to you🥺💕

Pairs: Isabela Madrigal x Fem!Reader and Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst and Comfort

Disclaimer: Author is not fluent in Spanish and using a translator.

Isabela Madrigal

Having been the golden child of the infamous Madrigals, Isa never knew how it felt like to be an outcast.

She has heard a lot about you, and it makes her sad to know that you are treated differently.

You reminded her of Mirabel when she gets stared at because of what happened at her Gift Ceremony .

It breaks her heart to know that her girlfriend is getting bullied and treated unfairly.

Whenever she’s walking to the direction of your house, she can hear the whispers of the people of the Encanto talking badly about you which makes her enraged.

She’ll always bring you flowers whenever the two of you see each other <33

As the eldest Madrigal grandchild walks through the beautiful village, she could hear the negative whispers from the community about her beloved.

"Why is she still seeing that woman?"

"How can her parents allow their eldest child to be with someone like {Name}?"

"Even Señora Alma allows it."

She clenches her fists while putting on her fake smile, angry at how the town she was born and raised in could be so cruel.

Isabela walked up to your door, and knocks.

"¿Mi amor? It’s Isa, will you open the door?" She asks with a genuine smile on her perfect face.

However there was no answer.

The Madrigal became concerned "¿Querida? Are you in there?" She asks as she places her hand on the door handle

What concerned her the most was that the door wasn’t locked.

She enters your humble abode as she starts to look for you.

'Is she even here?' She thought

But then, she heard crying and sniffing coming out of your room.

Isabela walks over to your room and sees an opening on the door, she peeks trough the gap and sees you on your knees in front of your bed hiding your face in the sheets while crying.

She guessed it was those townspeople who always used to pick on you, she was going to give them a sip of their own medicine.

She opens the door fully and you look back to see who came in.

As you saw it was your beloved girlfriend, you went back to covering your face in the sheets.

The eldest Madrigal grandchild kneels down and embraces you, "¿Qué pasó, mi amor?" She asks, she knows it was those who made fun of you, however she wanted to confirm it.

You embraced her as you continued to sob "Ay Isa, it was Lorenzo and Alejandro again! They won’t stop making fun of me, and this time they threw punch on my new outfit you bought for me, I’m so tired of this!" You sobbed as you explained.

And now she absolutely furious, how dare they? That was the last straw.

"Ay hermosa, I am so sorry I wasn’t there. Por favor forgive me." She pleads

You shake your head "No it wasn’t your fault, I should’ve seen this coming."

She kisses your forehead "How about I take you to dinner at Casita and stay for the night? Where no one will whisper anything negative about you while you are around?" She asks as she wipes your tears.

You manage to get a smile on your face "I’d like that, gracias mi vida."

She lifts your hand and pressed her lips on it "Anything for you, mi dulce flor"

Bruno Madrigal

Bruno knew full well of how it was like to be an outcast.

Even when he returned after disappearing there were still people who believed that he was a man who brought bad luck.

He also hears negative whispers about your relationship.

He’ll try his best to comfort you when you break down.

He thinks you are amazing and wonderful 💕💕

Bruno walked towards the grocery store for buying some ingredients for the dinner Julieta was making and as he walked he heard whispers.

"Look, there he is. Bruno the bad omen."

"Is he going to see {Name}? What a waste of time."

"A bad omen and an outcast, what a perfect match."

They started giggling and Bruno has had enough

He walked over to them and they looked at him with wide eyes

"H-how can we help you Señor Bruno?" One of them asks, trying to act innocent.

But Bruno saw through the mask "Listen, talk about me behind my back, call me names or whatever but leave my fiancé out of this, do you understand?"

They nodded and scurried away, afraid he’ll give them bad luck.

He rubbed his temple in annoyance and went back to doing what he came here to do.

That was until he was interrupted with a familiar voice

"Leave me alone!"

He went towards the direction of the voice and saw you and kneeling on the ground and putting picking up things that was from your purse and put it back

"{Name}? What happened here?" Bruno asks as he kneels down and helps you.

"Ay, it was those girls again. This time they emptied out my purse."

"Oh, I knew I should’ve looked in to the future..!" He groans

You place your hand on his cheek "Hey, it wasn’t your fault. So don’t say that."

He took your hand and placed a kiss on it "How about you help me and Juli cook for dinner? You can stay over too!"

"I would love that, mi amor."

#encanto #encanto x reader #disney #disney x reader #disney encanto #disney encanto x reader #encanto isabela #encanto bruno #isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x reader

[tokoyamisstuff]

Masterlist: Other Characters

💀 = Angst and/or Adult Themes 🌸 = Fluff 💌 = Personal Favourite 🔥 = Smut 🎵 = Song Fic / Contains Lyrics ✅ = Finished Series ❌ = WIP/Hiatus

Each and every Work has it's own detailed Warnings listed.

Doc Ock / Dr. Otto Octavius (Marvel)

Weapons Don’t Weep 💀 🌸 🔥 💌 x Fem! Reader❌ During the events of NWH, Otto finds refugee at your doorstep. (18+)

Reiner Braun (Attack on Titan)

Calling Out Your Name  💀 🌸 🔥 💌 x Fem! Survey Corps! Reader ❌ Your family got killed by the Armored Titan and you join the Survey Corps to seek for revenge. (18+)

Habromania (18+) 💀 🔥 x Fem! Eldian! Reader In which Reiner has kidnapped you during the Recapture of Wall Maria and brings him back to Marley with him. (18+)

Julian Devorak (The Arcana)

Stress Relief 🌸 🔥 x Fem! Reader Julian is too busy with work to spend time with you, so you get back on him. (18+)

Hisoka Morow (Hunter x Hunter)

Just My (Blood) Type 💀 🌸 x Fem! Ghoul! Reader Reader tries to ignore her attraction towards Hisoka until they realize that you weren’t all that different.

Illumi Zoldyck (Hunter x Hunter)

Betrothed 💀 🌸 🔥 💌 x Fem! Assassin! Reader ❌ An arranged Marriage between you and the eldest child of the Zoldycks will soon turn into a both dangerous and passionate love. (18+)

Experiment  💀 🌸 🔥x Fem! Reader Being too shy with intimacy, you ask Illumi to use his needles on you, so you can dare the next step. (18+)

Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Heimish 💀🌸💌 x Fem! Reader ❌ Arranged Marriage AU where Bruno gets the love he deserves.

El tiempo lo cura todo 🌸x Fem! Reader A very unlucky reader asks Bruno for her future and he sees them being together some day.

Gyutaro Shabana (Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba)

Famished💀🌸x Fem! Sex Worker! Reader Gyutaro remembers someone who was kind to him in his human life and pays her a visit.

Hotaru Haganezuka (Demon Slayer/Kimetsu No Yaiba)

Sugar Shock 🌸x GN! Candy Shop Owner! Reader ❌ Hotaru decides to shoot his shot and asks you to be his wife. Based on a Fancomic. [Ch. 1] [Ch. 2] [Ch. 3]

Multifandom

[Read here] 💀 Multifandom x GN! Reader Types of Yandere

[Read here] 🌸 Demon Slayer x GN! Reader HC’s about what petnames would the Pillars give you?

[Read here] 🌸 Soul Eater x GN! Reader HC's for do some of the Soul Eater characters behavior when jealous.

[Read here]🌸 One Piece x GN! Reader You get Shanks, Buggy, Mihawk and Kuro a cat. This is how they react.

#Masterlist #Encanto #Disney #Marvel #Shingeki no Kyojin #Attack on Titan #Reiner Braun #Bruno Madrigal #Hisoka #Hunter x Hunter #SAW #Mark Hoffman #Dune #Beast Rabban #Illumi Zoldyck #Hisoka Morow #The Arcana #Julian Devorak #Doc Ock #Otto Octavius #Buggy The Clown

[cheesy-cryptid]

So, both brothers were affected by Bruno leaving = heavy angst

What about Angelina? She has to have some baggage to her. It makes sense that they all have baggage.

Angelina was definitely hurting but at a certain point she reacted to it differently. Both of her brothers wanted to avoid confronting their own feelings about their father to detach themselves from him in their own ways (Javi being avoidant, and Ignacio being influenced by the wrong people ) but since Angelina and Bruno were close she wanted to rationalize his disappearance differently because of how much the rest of the family kept degrading him. Even then, Evalina didn’t know how talk to her own children about his disappearance or why he would leave the family. She wanted to be strong for her own kids but every day she gets more and more discouraged. And sometimes her kids would find her crying (like in the comic) which would force her to bottle up her feelings all over again so that she wouldn’t dishearten the kids.

#encanto #encanto oc #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal family #bruno madrigal fankids #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno x oc #papa bruno #alma madrigal #encanto original character #triplet ocs #oc evalina #oc #original characters #bruno my beloved #encanto comic #encanto fanart #encanto fankids #angst #encanto headcanons #nik's art #answered asks #artists on tumblr #digital art

[jaelynnxkenshin]

Rules

Hi ☺️ I decided that before I write any requests, or fanfics in general (since I may not get any, and that's okay) I decided I should post my rules. Could you please read them before, you know, requesting or something? Thank you!💜

I will not:

Do NSFW requests. I feel uncomfortable writing that stuff and I'm still underage.

Write for real life people outside of their movie/show character. I just don't really like that sort of thing, but I won't judge you for liking it!

Write anything nonconsensual or forceful or anything like that. It, again, makes me uncomfortable.

Do any type of incest. It's disgusting end of story.

I will:

Write femxfem. I'm pansexual and absolutely don't mind any requests you have for a girl in a certain fandom.

Write fluff, angst and anything sfw. I don't think I've written any of those categories before but I do enjoy reading them. For some reason I favor angst the most lol

Do x nb reader. As I said, I go by she/they pronouns and figured out that I don't mind people using she/her pronouns on me, but I still like being addressed as they/them.

Do x male reader posts as long as it's requested.

Things to Remember:

I'm not only going to be limited to the fandoms I'll list. You can suggest some and I'll watch that series/movie or watch/play that game and do what I can!

Be specific when requesting. I can come up with my own ideas(sometimes) but I'd like to write for you too if you decided to choose me of everyone on Tumblr.

I don't like swearing a whole lot, and I'm trying not to anymore(yes I have been, I'm sorry) so you might just see the basic and not very offensive ones uncensored, and others censored.

Fandoms I write for/may write for:

Green: I plan on it

Orange: Maybe I'll write for it if it's requested or I have an idea for it.

Red: I likely won't write for it unless it's requested

Blue:I haven't finished that series yet.

FNAF

KnY

BNHA

TWD

TWDG

HxH

Encanto

Naruto

Harry Potter

AOT

Rurouni Kenshin

TPN

Alice in Borderland

The 100

Stranger Things

AGK

HRI

BSD

Death Note

Haikyuu!

LCDP

Creepypasta

Some might be added to this list, but this so far is what I have and know!

People I'll Write for:

FNAF

There's too many animatronics but I'll definitely do Roxanne, Glamrock Freddy and the Bonnies. You can request anyone you want.

KnY

Romantic & Platonic

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Nezuko Kamado

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Kanao Tsuyuri

Genya Shinazugawa

Muichiro Tokito

Shinobu Kocho

Mitsuri Kanroji

Giyuu Tomioka

Kyojuro Rengoku

Obanai Iguro

Sanemi Shinazugawa

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The Mystery of Your Loneliness

The Mystery of Your Loneliness

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal X GN! Reader

Warning: Angst, Cursing, Mentions of Heavy Drinking and Alcohol

A/N: So this is a semi sequel to Goodnight Sweet Prince, both of these can be read on their own. I’ve been trying to finish this one for forever, so thanks for your patience. I credit Bruno’s birthday on the 17th the inspiration for finishing it. Be warned, as this has some bits that go into the dark depths of Bruno’s psyche while in the walls. Anyways, enjoy.

Dolores Madrigal liked to think of herself as a practical woman. A “don’t ask, don’t tell” kind of woman. After all, 7 plus years of hearing everything someone says or does- down to their heartbeat- tends to wear on one’s ability to care too much about the trivial little “he said she said”’s constantly being tossed about the small Encanto, of which there were many. She’d heard too much, starting at far too young an age, to be bothered with who’s having an affair with who, or the gossip that was spread across the dinner tables of the village.

No, instead, Dolores tended to save the announcements of revelations brought to her attention via her gift for the big things, for the important things. Like when the astonishingly old Señora Vasquez took a tumble off of her one and only porch step again, Dolores knew she’d need to relay the situation to her tía Julieta, who’d rush off with a plate of buñuelos to aid the fallen woman.

Not many things held Dolores’ attention for too long, and it took a lot for her to be surprised by something.

So when she had awoken the morning after her little cousin Mirabel’s failed gift ceremony, she had been shocked to find that she had been taken completely by surprise.

Her tío Bruno had simply… vanished, and it was the first time Dolores ever truly hated her gift. Somehow, in the middle of the night, Bruno had disappeared and because she was in her room when it happened (the only place which granted her relief from the never ending onslaught of noise), she hadn’t heard him slink away. And as the months passed, Dolores watched as the rest of her family and the Encanto began to turn their backs on the hope of finding their lost fortune teller. Their lost tío. Their lost hermano. Their lost friend. No amount of familial pressure, nor no amount of family feuding had ever disappointed Dolores about her family like their willingness- their eagerness- to forget Bruno had. And casita, it seemed, had agreed with her.

Dolores had noticed a whole new set of sounds emanating from within the walls of Casita, bemoaning the loss of a beloved Madrigal. Little creaks, small cracking sounds, even little sighing sounds as the house moved and settled. She’d never heard these sounds coming from within Casita before, but given that the house was… sentient, for a lack of better words, Dolores simply attributed the sounds to Casita’s mourning of Bruno.

It wasn’t until one night about 6 months later, where she had been up much too late, unable to sleep as her mind stirred restlessly with the predicaments her family were facing and fighting about, wandering the unlit halls of La Casa Madrigal when Dolores realised that the heartbreaking little sounds coming from the walls were not, in fact, the house itself. As she descended the stairs and entered the dining room, Dolores heard what she could only assume was someone… moving furniture? And with such a peculiar sound, how could a bright, young 12 year old not investigate?

As she listened more closely, she began to realise that the sounds, aside from the scraping of furniture across the floor, sounded all too familiar. A little “hmm” here, the shuffling of sandals there, and every so often, a “fuck!” hissed under a breath. And a heartbeat. To Dolores, it almost sounded like-

“Tío Bruno?”

Suddenly, all the noises behind the dining room wall stopped. No shuffling, no humming. Only the heartbeat remained, which grew increasingly louder and faster.

“Tío, I know it’s you.”

Bruno was silent for a minute, hoping that Dolores would turn around and walk away; hoping that she’d think she was mistaken and never think back on this moment again, or that she’d wake up the next morning and just assume that this was all a strange dream she’d had. But he knew better. His months of isolation hadn’t ruined his mind yet. Finally, he responded.

“You should be asleep, Dolores.”

But Dolores wouldn’t have that.

“Where have you been? The entire family was looking for you!”

“Dolores-“

“And then Abuela got tired of hoping and she was so angry and she gets mad whenever anyone talks about you now and-“

“Dolores! For someone who can hear to the ends of the earth, I would have thought you’d be able to listen better!”

The young girl was instantly embarrassed. I’ll never talk that much again, she thought. But she was angry. How could he sit back there, hiding from a family that was losing hope in him?

“I’m sorry, Dolores, I shouldn’t have said… Dolores, I need you to do me a favor; promise me that you won’t go and tell the family I’m here. For their sake. If they find out that Mirabel-“ Bruno cut himself off.

“Look, just know that this is for them. For the Encanto. For my miracle.”

Dolores was confused. How could abandoning the family possibly save them?

“But tío Bruno, we can save the miracle if we work together as a family!”

But this time, Bruno didn’t respond. At least- not verbally. Dolores could hear the quiet sobs that her uncle tried to muffle into his hand. She could hear the desperation that shivered down his spine with each shaky breath he tried to take in.

“No, Dolores. Not the miracle. My miracle.”

For a minute, Dolores was only more confused. But as she thought about it more… how could she forget, Bruno’s dearest friend, the one that spent so much time at La Casa Madrigal, the one Bruno had been too afraid to say “I love you” to? The one who had been to every Madrigal birthday and supported her and her brother and cousins their whole lives? The all-hearing girl had always been a hopeless romantic, and she always knew the bond her uncle had with his closest companion went far beyond friendship. Dolores always knew that what her tío and his friend possessed for each other was a deep, understanding, and desperate love. Dolores was pulled out of her pondering when her tío finally gathered himself together enough to speak coherently again.

“We finally told each other, and wow, do we have god-awful timing. Literally right as I was leaving.”

Dolores chuckled, “serves you right for the time you told me I’ll suffer from unrequited love my whole life.”

Bruno scoffed theatrically, “blasphemy! Slain by mine own kin! You put thine own self-serving words into my mouth, girl! Never did such an utterance leave my lips! But lo, I shant deceive thee, that mayhaps I had proclaimed that one day, a gent with whom you may or may not find yourself smitten with, shall propose matrimony unto a maiden yond is not thee!”

The two were resolved into a fit of quiet laughter over Bruno’s goofy Shakespearean acting, and for a moment, Dolores felt like she had her uncle back; that he wasn’t hiding behind a wall that was both literal and figurative.

Unfortunately, the gravity of the situation wouldn’t allow them to dwindle in that moment for long.

“All I have left is this portrait photo from few winters ago. At the time, I thought… I thought I’d have more time to say ‘I love you,’ but… well, we know how that turned out, don’t we? And when I left, I just figured that I’d dragged down the reputation of the one person who really cared about me enough; that maybe, if I was gone, I could give back what my miracle gave to me- a chance at something new. But then we kissed that night and I knew I’d always be a selfish son of a bitch. Oh, sorry! You didn’t hear me say ‘bitch!’ Oh shit, I did it again!”

As Bruno voiced his inner tangent about his cursing in front of his young niece, Dolores started to feel bad for her uncle; but she also couldn’t have been more proud to call him family in that very moment. He’d spent so long chasing after love, be it from his family, his community, or his miracle, only to have love ripped from him when he finally caught up to it. He willingly gave it up to protect everything.

“Can I ask for one more favor?”

“Anything, tío.”

“Can you… update me, from time to time? Just to let me know that everything’s ok. Just to make sure that the light doesn’t die. In either miracle,” Bruno added with a hollow chuckle.

“You have my word.”

Bruno sighed out, “thank you, Dolores,” and looked at the picture to his left. Various belongings he’d brought with him or had snagged when he snuck out at night had been littered across the floor, or piled up on crates he’d stacked up along the walls in lieu of bookshelves. His little room in the walls was disorganised and hodgepodged. But the picture of you he’d told Dolores about was proudly displayed on the only tidy part of the room- the little table he’d made for himself that sat attached to the wall he shared with the dining room. Bruno had placed the photo there, across from his seat where he’d crudely drawn the image of what was his family dinner plate, so as to seem that you were there with him while he ate, smiling not at the camera he had been holding when he took the picture, but at the current him; the Bruno that was hiding himself away. It was a good picture, too. You hadn’t realised he had taken it the time, and maybe you never would. You had stubbornly claimed you didn’t need a sweater that day because “you were never cold.” But then, you were cold, and so Bruno, who’d come thoroughly prepared as he was always cold, swept off the ruana he’d been wearing and angrily slipped it over your head, muttering about how ‘he was right’ and that ‘you should have brought your damn sweater.’ But one look at you, and he knew he’d never blame you for forgetting a coat again; in fact, he swore he’d make sure you’d forget it every time, just so he could keep relishing in the image that was you in his clothes.

But for the present Bruno, the photo was beginning to grow bittersweet; every glance he took at it reminded him of the fact that he’d most likely never get to see your face in person again. He’d never get to be playfully angry with you again. He’d never get to kiss you again. And as the weeks turned into months which turned into years, Bruno found that he couldn’t look at that picture much at all. And as much as Bruno told himself that forgetting you altogether would be so much easier, he knew that for one, he’d be utterly incapable of forgetting you, and two, it wouldn’t be fair to you. And so, Bruno suffered in near silence, save for Dolores’ occasional updates on your wellbeing.

And, according to his niece, you weren’t doing all too bad. You still spent time with your friends and family. You still went to the same bar the two of you frequented together (although sometimes you apparently spent a little too much time there). You still visited Casita to see his sisters and their families; a few times he’d even caught little glimpses of you through the holes in the wall, and it made it so much harder to remain hidden when he did.

But he was never more tempted to leave the walls for you than he was on the night of his 45th birthday. Alma had of course thrown a birthday bash for ‘Pepa and Julieta’ (it was no longer a birthday party for ‘the triplets,’ something that deeply wounded Bruno at first, but as the years dragged on Bruno found himself growing numb to it). The sisters had opted for a smaller affair than normal, with Pepa being suddenly pregnant again and unable to consume the alcohol needed to quell her nerves around large crowds.

Amongst the close friends and family in attendance was you, and with the party mostly taking place over dinner, Bruno got to watch you through the wall for most of the night. Dolores’ remarks about your worsening drinking habits were, to Bruno’s chagrin, true, as he saw you drink enough for both yourself and Pepa. Your drunken charades didn’t go unnoticed either; as everyone else trickled out for the evening, his mother pulled you aside.

“I’m worried about you,” he heard his mother remark to you. He watched as you cast your gaze away towards the wall, anywhere to escape her scrutiny. Little did you know that you were inadvertently staring into Bruno’s eyes through the unnoticed crack he used to peer out of.

“I’m fine, Alma. Just… passing time.”

Passing time until what? Bruno mentally inquired. Alma, it seemed, didn’t need to ask to know the answer.

“I know you had feelings for… him, but I had hoped you would have found someone else to warm your heart by now.”

The air grew stiff. The thickness penetrated even the walls, rooting Bruno to the spot. “Don’t say it” resonated between each of you. Everyone, including yourself, could feel that you wanted to say it, and your pause made it clear you were trying to hold your tongue, but it seemed the alcohol diminished your ability to do so.

“Bold words coming from you of all people, Alma.”

Alma, for her credit, took it far better than Bruno would have thought she would have; less personally than he thought she would have.

“All I meant was that you should seek happiness. That you should start thinking about your future beyond today; beyond this week, beyond this year.” You scoffed, bringing up the bottle of tequila you’d been nursing throughout the evening to take a sip of what was left of it. “But it’s hard to look that far into the future with a bottle of reposado permanently attached to your lips,” Alma encouraged, taking the bottle from your hand.

But you just cast your eyes downward, a far away look looming in them as you slurred your response.

“I spent so long dwelling in the future. For once, I want to just wallow in the past.”

Bruno didn’t miss the double entendre in your ‘future’ comment, and the thread of hope that you’d eventually be happier without him completely unraveled. After all, wasn’t one of the main reasons he’d hidden himself away to give you the chance for better? He spent so long pining after you. He spent so long knowing you loved him too, and spent too long being too much of a damn coward to say it aloud to you. And he almost risked it all in that very moment; almost hacked down the whole damn wall that kept you from him and oh, how it would have been the sweetest birthday gift he’d ever gotten, too.

But then he thought of the vision.

He thought of the miracle breaking. He thought of the house breaking. He thought of little Mirabel trying her hardest but eventually breaking herself.

He thought of you breaking.

And unlike Mirabel, not just in terms of your psyche.

No. No! He couldn’t dwell on that, it would devour him. No, he had to save you.

He could do this, he could stay away. He could save you from himself.

When Alma left the room, you remained behind, staring at the faded painting of Bruno on the family tree.

“Oh, mi amor. I hope that wherever you are, life’s easier for you than it is for me right now.”

You sunk to the floor and sobbed. “Happy damn birthday, Bruno.”

Had you been more sober, you’d have heard the “hush, amor, I’m always with you,” that came from within the walls.

As the next few years passed, you started coming around to La Casa Madrigal less and less, your presence an awkward reminder of what was and what could have been. When you did, you remained vacant; unexpressive and unimpressed, your brows permanently drawn upward in a passive resolve while your lips pulled downwards and deepened the frown lines around your mouth. Your eye sockets were deeper, your cheeks more hollow. Your weight fluctuated and your posture grew increasingly more slouched. But despite all that, your beauty never diminished in Bruno’s eyes.

It was the final years that were the hardest. It was as if he’d completely ceased to exist in not only the eyes of the Encanto, but in the eyes of his family. No one uttered his name, actively avoided it, really. Stories that involved him were not discussed, and any sentiment previously felt regarding him or his disappearance seemed to dissolve entirely. His name felt foreign to even his own tongue at this point, and with the passing years, the characters in the stories Bruno wrote to occupy himself started becoming synonymous with his own psyche; Bruno was no longer just Bruno. Bruno was also Hernando, the brave, the valiant, the suave. Bruno was Jorge, sturdy and practical. He was also Mateo, the laidback friend who always had weed. He was Teodoro, the honest. He was Andre. He was Roberto. He was Alejandro. The one person he was not? He was not Bruno. Never Bruno. Not anymore. Bruno was gone. Gone like… it didn’t matter. Bruno was useless when he was alive. Better off dead. Don’t think about him. He couldn’t scavenge the food at night like Santiago could. He couldn’t work the pipes to make some semblance of a shower like Jorge could. He’d never be good enough, like Diego was. Don’t think about it, shut it out. Shut it out! Keep the house standing. Let Dante write the stories so the rats can have something to do. The rats. The rats! Feed the rats! Another wall needs patching so the magic doesn’t break. Always the magic. Protect it. Protect them, Hernando! Oh, and don’t let Carlo spiral. He spirals. Spiral bad. Get food. Don’t fail them. Don’t fail them, don’t fail them-

“Can someone please just tell me about tío Bruno?”

Bruno, Bruno who?

“We don’t talk about Bruno!”

Yeah, we don’t talk about Bruno!

“Please, I’m going to save the miracle! But I need to know about Bruno if I’m going to do that!”

But the miracle is fine, Jorge patched it yesterday. Spilled spackle powder all over the floor, too. Why does Mirabel need to know about… who?

“If you want to know about Bruno, you should talk to his Miracle. Lives on the other side of town. The green house with the really tall palm tree.”

“Thank you, Dolores!”

Ah, Bruno. The one that belongs to his miracle. Bruno, the hopeless romantic. Bruno, who left to protect his family. Bad luck Bruno. Bruno the broken. Bruno the coward.

It was the first time he’d heard his name- his real name- in so long, over ten years. It was nice, grounding even, to hear it. And as… Bruno, watched Mirabel run off in search of his long lost friend, he felt like himself for the first time in a decade. And it was this clarity that told Bruno that his vision, the vision, was about to come to term. He could only hope he did enough to protect the magic, his family, and you.

Isabela Madrigal liked to think of herself as a cooperative woman. A woman of grace and sophistication. After all, 17 plus years of being everything someone else wants you to be- down to the smallest hair in place- tends to wear down on one’s ability to be anything outside of the preconceived perceptions placed upon them, completely complacent in the “I think you should”’s and “you must be perfect for”’s they’ve heard day in, day out.

But in this very moment, Isabela wanted nothing more than to break her reserve. She wanted to scream, shout, do anything to tarnish the image of her. After all, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that whatever occupied the minds of her father and Mirabel seemed to be more important than her engagement dinner; an engagement dinner she had bemoaned the arrival of, nonetheless. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to marry Mariano. She knew of Dolores’ feelings, and she held no real sentiments of romance toward him. So why not Dolores? But no, it couldn’t be Dolores that he was marrying. It had to be her. And as she watched her father and Mirabel pull strained, tight smiles and hurriedly encourage Mariano to propose, Isabela knew that no one in her family would ever even entertain the notion of her freedom. It was preposterous. Isabela? Her own person? Unacceptable.

Even her own mother was now preoccupied with Mirabel’s secret that Dolores undoubtedly told to the rest of the family. Julieta would never need to be concerned about Isabela; there was nothing to fix. She was already perfect. But Mirabel? Poor Mirabel, the gift-less one, the one that required all of her parents’ attention. Did they not realise that their eldest 2 daughters were flailing? Did they not realise that they needed fixing too?

When Isabela saw the reassembled shards of her long lost tío’s vision, she lost it. Poor Mariano, an innocent bystander of the disaster that was the Madrigal family, as a vine shot out of the ground and smashed his nose in. Of course, it was about Mirabel. Of course, the magic would only recognise Mirabel’s suffering. Of course she’d be the one to break the magic.

But what about everyone else? Was their suffering not enough to break the magic too? What about her tía Pepa, who had to suppress every negative emotion lest she wipe the town away with a wind storm? What about Luisa, who laboured tirelessly and without rest? What about her tío Bruno, who’s unfortunate gift was exploited to the point that he ran away? Did no one see their pain?

No, Isabela did not find it fair. She did not find it fair that, upon a closer look at Bruno’s vision, everyone was terrified of losing a magic that only seemed to create stress amongst the family, and she didn’t find it fair that her tío, wherever he may be, was about to lose everything.

“She’s back! She’s back!”

The cries of scared and flustered townsfolk rang through the air, signalling the return of Mirabel, who’d ran off in the aftermath of La Casa Madrigal falling. The horse sped through the streets, despite the weight of three people. And as Bruno looked around at the town he hadn’t seen in a decade, he was glad to see that most of the town went unscathed from the cracking of the mountain. A few houses here and there had a wall or two fallen in, two houses had even lost parts of their roofs as well. But nothing the town couldn’t pull together and fix. But none of them compared to the absolute ruin that was Casita.

“Mirabel! We looked everywhere for you! We were so worried!”

Bruno watched his sister embrace her daughter, watched on the side as the whole family came together for his mother to apologize. It was all a daze. He prayed that that part of his vision ended up not coming to fruition.

“My miracle… wasn’t at Casita when it fell, right?”

Everyone’s attention shifted towards him. He watched in slow motion as his sisters ran up to him, embracing him for the first time in 10 years. He remembered a round of apologies exchanged between the three of them. But he couldn’t focus. Not now. Not when-

“I need to know, please. The vision… my-“

“Not at Casita,” Mirabel exclaimed, “maybe at home, but not here. Looks like we can’t call you ‘back luck’ anymore, eh tío?”

Bruno wasn’t put at ease. His visions always came to pass, as much as he tried to stop them.

“Then where…” he trailed, his mind and stomach churning. There was a resounding chorus of “who”’s and “what”’s  from his family, especially the younger members who did not remember the most important person in Bruno’s life. His sisters tried to pull him back, tried to console him. But his mind was elsewhere. His vision explicitly showed his miracle; showed the crumbling green wall-

The green house!

Bruno raced off, leaving his family confusedly chasing after him.

Bruno always figured the green wall in his vision that tumbled down on you was that of his tower. It would be fitting that he’d be your ruin; after all he’d done to try and tear you down in your youth. But never did he think that it would be your own house. He never thought the house he’d spent so much time in when he was a young adult getting to know you, watching shit novelas and drinking shit wine would have the wall that committed the crime. A home. Your home. The home he’d spent so much time imagining the two of you wasting your days away in, laying in each other’s arms. The home he’d carry you into after your wedding; he wouldn’t want to stay in La Casa Madrigal, no, he’d want his privacy with you. The home where he’d christen every surface with the essence of the two of you on your wedding night, taking you over and over and over again until the two of you collapsed from euphoric exhaustion. The home you’d come back to after long days, just to relish in each other as you got to work on making dinner together; eating together; washing the dishes together. The home where he might even imagine a boy and his younger sister playing in the yard as he hung up the laundry to dry; he always liked the names Joaquin and Naomi. Little Naomi, she’d be his headstrong little girl, she’d have your nose and his eyes and hair. Joaquin, the son he’d be so proud of, the exact opposite in features. The home where he’d have the rest of his life to be with you.

But all the fairytales of this home-to-be came to a crashing halt when he reached your house.

It was one of the two buildings whose roofs had caved in, and the scene was more brutally grotesque than his vision could have ever prepared him for. Two opposing walls had been split by the cracks in the earth, collapsing in on themselves, sending the roof above crashing to the ground. Rebar and wooden support beams were poking out from the broken drywall, and split bricks and shattered terracotta roof tiles littered the ground. And somewhere in all of this mess, was you.

At first he couldn’t move. All he could do was stand there and process. Move, you idiot, you have do something, the one person you could always count on is counting on you now! Bruno thought urgently, but his feet remained frozen. This couldn’t be happening, his vision must have been wrong. Please let it be wrong, just this once!

By this point, the rest of his family had caught up to him, taking in the pile of rubbish that was the fallen house. They knew whose house it was, they knew it’s significance. They knew what was about to come. They told Camilo and Mirabel to take Antonio back up the hill to Casita.

Finally Bruno moved, with the encouragement of his niece Luisa, as she took his hand and helped guide him in the process of cleaning up the rubble.

Bricks were moved, and with the help of Agustin, Luisa, and Felix, the larger chunks of wall were set aside. No stone left unturned. Bruno didn’t think he heard or felt a single thing the entire time they were cleaning up the mess. He was just looking. For a sign. For anything. He needed to find you. You were all that mattered. Sure it was great to have his family back, but he didn’t think that would matter all too much if you weren’t part of the package.

“Bruno,” he distantly heard Julieta say to him, and his heart plummeted to his stomach. Fat, hot tears broke free from their confines and rolled down his cheeks. He didn’t want to look. He saw the vision. He saw the wall that fell and inevitably crushed you. He knew what he was about to see. He couldn’t see this. He couldn’t see you dead.

“I can’t, Juli. I don’t think I can see… not like this.” He shut his eyes tight. He didn’t think he could handle this. It would break what was left of him.

He felt his sister’s comforting hand on his shoulder. “Bruno, I think you should turn around. Open your eyes,” she coaxed. But Julieta knew that her brother, as sweet as he could be, was stubborn. Annoyingly so. And so Bruno remained stalk still with his eyes closed, his breath held and his head empty. He couldn’t face this. He wouldn’t. You were fine. You were still on the stairs of a perfectly fine Casita, in his arms and your lips on his. You weren’t beneath the wall.

“Wow, after 10 years, it should be me standing here refusing to look at you, Bruno Madrigal.”

Suddenly, Bruno’s heart thawed. It couldn’t be…

But then he turned around, and there you were, as if you hadn’t been under the wall at all. Except you had been beneath it, clearly, as bits of drywall and dust powdered your disheveled hair. You had scrapes along your arms, hands, and face, and your clothes had suffered a few tears. But aside from that, you were fine. You were alive.

Bruno could only stand there and gawk, the bottom half of his jaw hanging slack in disbelief.

“But… I saw you! The vision… How?”

“Well, the wall did fall on me,  but luckily it collided with the adjacent wall on the way down and it mostly shattered by the time I ducked under my kitchen table. The part of the roof that fell wasn’t even over me, for the most part. Wasn’t too hard to get myself out of the debris, either. Doesn’t say a lot about the quality of my house, though,” you quipped.

Bruno smiled. Your ability to make jokes at expense of the severity of intense situations used to piss him off sometimes, but now it was refreshing. Or maybe it was the way you were smirking at him. It could also possibly be the fact that you, save for a few greying hairs and the years starting to wrinkle your skin, still looked exactly like you. Still stunning. Or maybe it was a combination of all of these things, and it was the entirety of your presence that Bruno found refreshing.

But Bruno figured he could think on these things later. Right now, he had bigger fish to fry. After all, he had been separated from you from 10 years, and Bruno knew he couldn’t wait a minute longer to kiss you again.

And so he started walking over to you. You started walking towards him, but you stride was bigger, and it seemed like you were going to meet him 3/4 of the way.

Like you always did. You met him 3/4 of the way down the bar. You met him 3/4 of the way up the stairs. But Bruno was done with that. He was ready to take whatever this was that had spent so long growing between you all the way. So he ran in order to make the distances the two of you travelled equal.

When he finally reached you he wasted no time in grabbing your face and smashing your lips onto his. Your hands fisted into his ruana and hair, and the hand that wasn’t holding your head in place snuck down to wrap his arm around your back, pulling you into him. He couldn’t possibly fathom what was happening outside of the little world the two of you were in, making him acutely aware of what was happening inside of it. He could feel his tears mingling with yours as your lips melted together. Your lips were just as chapped as his. Your tongue tasted faintly of añejo and orange. Your eyelashes were soft and feathery against his cheeks, and every so often his nose would collide with yours. Your skin was rougher with age and hardship and it was perfect as it rubbed against his stubble.

Bruno was grateful that for once, time seemed to stand still for him. There was no future. There was just now. Now with you.

Eventually, the realisation that most of Bruno’s family was standing behind you seemed to seep into your consciousnesses, so you reluctantly pulled away with embarrassed chuckles.

Bruno wrapped his left arm with your right. “C’mon, I have a prophecy to fulfil.”

You didn’t need to ask to know which prophecy he was referring to.

Bruno didn’t bother turning backwards before he spoke, and with a confidence he’d never used but surely inherited from his mother, he addressed his family.

“Julieta, run to the jeweller’s shop and pick up that pair of gold rings she has in the window but no one ever wants to buy because they don’t like that the bride’s band has an emerald instead of a diamond. I know she hasn’t sold them, they’ve been there as long as we’ve been alive.”

The Madrigal family stood stunned and confused. What was Bruno on about? Surely there were more pressing matters at hand than jewellery. But Bruno continued.

“Felix and Agustin, go to the tailor’s and get me a guayabera. Something smart but comfortable. Oh, and a new pair of pants, these have more holes than the sky has stars,” Bruno laughed as he began to lead you towards the center of town.

“Isabela and Dolores, go with them. Find the most stunning garment for my Miracle to wear, and maybe some flowers. Mama and Pepa, go back to Casita and get the kids. Luisa, if you could, run ahead of us and fetch the Father; you’re the fastest runner. Tell him we’re on our way and to have everything ready for us.”

Pepa spoke up first. “Bruno, what is going on?”

The prodigal son only looked at you and smiled.

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re getting married.”

The rest of the family stood in excited silence.

“But... why now?” Alma questioned.

Bruno only pulled you closer, and you looked at him with pride and love in your eyes.

“No time like the present.”

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #bruno likes tequila #reader likes tequila too #encanto #encanto fanfic #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

[nellycanwrite]

shut up I’m definitely not crying😭

#I’m not crying dammit #look I’m making memes and comparisons to cope for the incoming angst dont judge me SOBS #love me for eternity #lmfe #bruno madrigal #encanto #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto bruno #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

[girl-next-door-writes]

So, I saw this Build-A Blurb idea bouncing about and I LOVED it! As I have just hit 3000 followers, I thought I would throw this out there and see if any of you would like a little blurb for any of the boys I write.

Characters I will write:

SUPERNATURAL: Crowley, Gabe, Sam

STAR TREK: Scotty, Bones

MARVEL: Loki, Clint, Scott, Bucky

STAR WARS: Hux, Poe

HARRY POTTER: George Weasley, Remus Lupin

SHERLOCK: Mycroft

ALSO... Spencer Reid and Bruno Madrigal.

Rules:

There are 5 sets of emoji’s under the cut. Please only choose one emoji from each set, a maximum of 4 emojis please, I am only writing little blurbs NOT a full on series using ALL of the options!

Category is optional (and is not included in the 4 emoji limit) but I tend to default to fluffy if none specified.

All my blurbs will be character x reader because that’s the lane I am sticking in.

😢 Angst

🥰Fluff

Set 1:

👀best friends to lovers

👫 fake dating

😍 mutual pining

🤫 secret relationship

🤯 They were roommates

Set 2:

😙 A chaste kiss

💋A fierce kiss

👄 A gentle kiss

😘 A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking

😳 An unexpected kiss

Set 3:

🤬 blurting out a confession of love in a stressful moment

🤮 drunkenly confessing feelings

🤡 everyone Knowing™ before they do

🤝 taking each other’s hands during a stressful situation

👩‍❤️‍👨 people thinking they’re already together

Set 4:

😴 accidentally falling asleep on/next to each other

🍕cleaning food off someone’s face

👕 sharing clothes

👗 helping each other dress/fixing someone’s outfit

💭 dreaming about a love interest

Set 5:

🛏 only one bed

🍾 spin the bottle

🚪 trapped in a closet

💩 truth or dare confessions

😬 I only realized how important you are to me after we were separated

#follower celebration #build a blurb