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elfwoodfae · 3 months ago
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“Hombre y Mujer” Bruno Madrigal x reader
Warning - SMUT MINORS DONT INTERACT.
Authors note: I literally have no excuse or control with the direction this went, I also don’t really like it but alas.
Part 2
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“Come again?” His voice trembles, he is unsure of what his mama just said. A thick swallow expands his throat, the room is silent but he can feel the cloud forming over Pepa’s head.
“ I’m not asking you to marry her if you don’t want to Brunito,” there it is, the soft name he knows she knows weakens him, the one she used to use when she was a kinder woman, when he was only a child. “I am only asking you to please meet her, I won’t force anything upon you, those days are long over mijo.”
“Mama no puedes estar hablando en serio. We just got him back.” Julieta intercepts, trying to reason, she knows her brother is reaching his breaking point, any moment now he would flee to his room and stay there for days on end.
“Please, calma, solo pido que la conosca.” She tries once again, “their situation is rather delicate, their mother died at childbirth, their abuela raised them, she is worried they will be left to fend for themselves, and you mijo, you are unmarried, i just want to look out for you, for the family.”
“Mama just promise me you won’t push it.” Julieta says, taking notice of the way Bruno has stilled on his seat.
Night approaches faster than he would have liked, he is sitting at the table, Mirabel to his left, an open chair to his right where you will be seating soon. His niece squeezes his hand briefly, a reassuring touch; all eyes are on him, everyone is aware of the situation thanks to Dolores who is sending him condescending looks. He had debated whether to look into the future for any outcome regarding you, but he is terrified, terrified of what he will see, he prefers to leave it at that, some things are better left in the dark. Dolores squeaks, a signal to everyone that Abuela and you are fast approaching, the room is tense, even Camilo has refrained from doing any kind of snarky remark or shifts in appearance. He is not sure if they all pity him or fear the wrath of their matriarch if they as so much breathe too harsh.
“Welcome, welcome to our home, to our Casita.” She announces, footsteps now obvious to everybody else; he feels sweat trickling down the back of his neck, his knuckles rasping the wood of his chair as he mumbles lowly. “Knock, knock, knock on wood” before standing up, turning around to face you. It’s the first time he has seen you, with being away for 10 years hiding in the walls and no one liking him in the village are more than enough reasons for him to not visit it often. He can’t deny himself how beautiful you are, your face soft, your fractions gentle and still your eyes hold a storm that not even your kind smile can properly hide.
He manages to not mess up the dinner, to control himself from mumbling too much or trowing salt too often over his shoulder, he knows his family wouldn’t mind, but old habits die hard and he still fears the disapproving eyes of his mama. Your abuela looks his way, her eyes expecting, excited almost, did she really not care you would be given off to “the seer”? The bad omen, the evil eye that haunted the town from his tower as the town used to call him.
He clears his throat, he can feel everyone’s eyes watching him, begging him not to, he can feel his mother’s eyes on him, they are pleading but surprisingly gentle, a look he hasn’t seen in decades; and then he looks at you, you don’t look happy, but you don’t look sad, you just look at him as if your life depended on him and in a way it did, he was about to change it, for the better or for the worst.
“I…”he begins, nerves taking a hold on him, his hands itching to touch the wood, to feel the salt under them, his fingers twitch and he can feel the pressure beginning to build on the back of his neck, he knows something is coming, he can feel the pain beginning to roar the longer he tries to hold it.
“Yes Brunito?” His mother pushes a little, he is about to decline politely, to explain he doesn’t want to seal your fate to his, that you could do much better than him, but as his mouth opens the words that leave it startle even him, they take him by surprise, they freeze him in the spot as his mind struggles to catch up to them, but he can hear his family, he can hear the gasps leaving some and the sigh of relief leaving his mother. He blanks out after that, vaguely aware that you have left and he is supposed to be at the church tomorrow at noon.
The wedding is small, private, only his family attend and your abuela. It’s over faster than he would have imagined. There is not a big celebration after either, no party or people dancing to loud music. There is only a dinner, is quieter than usual, everyone eats, talks, a few questions are asked, you smile kindly at his family, you don’t show any resentment or dislike towards them. You still haven’t talked to him, or looked at him, he can feel the crippling anxiety rising within him, his knuckle keep rasping the chair every 5 minutes as he mutters to himself. Dinner wraps up, a small round of congratulations are offered to you both, and before he knows it he is leading the way to his… your shared bedroom in silence.
The first thing you notice about him is his height; 7 feet frame your ass, he is 5.9 on a good day. He doesn’t look creepy, doesn’t look evil or scary for that matter. If anything he looks like a scared child who is too afraid to look too closely at something in fear they may break it. He fidgets with his hands a lot, his fingers trace over wood more times than what you manage to keep count on. He mutters to himself constantly and you can feel him looking at you from the corner of his eye. Is hard to believe this is the same man the town keeps warning you about. His family is kind, they try at least, to make you feel welcome, Mirabel specially, she is kind and talkative, but you can see the way her words are laced with a promise, she protects her tio, she is making sure you know that. In a way it feels ironic, everyone is congratulating you even if they know this wasn’t an union of choice.
Bruno walks you to the room, the one you will both share, is a silent walk, the night has fallen over and as you approach the seer’s tower his imposing doors growls at you. He doesn’t look anything like the man in that portrait, and as he approaches the door his eyes flash green momentarily, the magic burning behind them. You had never seen this part of casita, but the towns people had always complained how many stairs his room had, that everytime you wanted a vision you would have to climb thousands of them, only to come back disappointed; but to your surprise the room barely has any, perhaps in a different time, when he was a different man the room had contained as many as everyone claimed, but now it barely have a few, they lead to a second floor, where a round giant door resided closed.
The floors are wooden, a dark wood that contrasts with the pale sand color adorning the walls, big green curtains cover the windows, and clocks and hourglasses could be seen almost in every corner, accompanied by bookshelves and rugs, and near the big bed you could spot a bowl of salt, and one of sugar, it seemed to always be on reach for him.
“I-I have a hammock to sleep in. You can take the bed.” He says, gesturing to the corner of the room, where a hammock could be seen tucked in. He doesn’t seem to expect anything out of you, at least not tonight and if anything he seems more nervous and fidgety than you would have imagined.
“It’s okay, I appreciate it.” You try to smile at him but he won’t meet your eyes, mumbling lowly and excusing himself with barely audible whispers as he moves away. And so it begins, a routine you have both settle on. He sleeps on the hammock and you on the bed, and besides a few good morning and good nights you two barely actually talk. The same cannot be said about his family, they have warmed up to you and by this point, almost a month in Camilo feels comfortable enough to shift into your appearance to joke around, and Dolores has decided you are to be her new best friend as you both spend a lot of time together, time you wish you could spend knowing the man who refuses to open up to you, he spends most of his days in company on Mirabel, talking or putting on plays with his rats. He seems normal, too normal, nothing creepy happens around him, no glowing lights or glowing eyes, and apart from his usual habits you can’t say you have seen him use his gift at all.
Is during dinner that night that it happens, he seems out of it, more than usual, his family seems to notice, asking him if he is feeling okay, he has his hood drawn, covering his eyes, he has barely touched his food and everytime you try to look at him he avoids your gaze, and only replies with a soft nod and a quiet whisper about having a headache.
“Bruno.” Pepa warns, what is she warning him about you aren’t sure, but he won’t bulge, as you have come to learn not even Julieta’s food can heal all issues when it comes to their gifts.
“Tio do you want me to help you get to your room?” Mirabel offers softly, sitting next to him, and for no particular known reason your blood boils a little when he replies to her with more than one word. You want the trust he has in her. You want him to open up to you, but you understand, you know this is his family and to him you are still an outsider. And perhaps you will be all your life since he doesn’t seem willing to let you in. Everyone goes back to their conversation, no one pushes him any further and once dinner ends you both part ways, he disappearing off to somewhere in the house and Dolores volunteering you to do dishes with her so she can tell you all about her date with Mariano.
You haven’t heard from him at all when bed time arrives, no one seems to mind and the shyness that comes with asking about him stops you from inquiring. A sick feeling on your stomach begins to settle as you slip into the bed, alone, you wish he would share it with you, that he would open up to you, you don’t dislike him, he is kind, at least you have seen him interact with his nephews and sisters, he tries to be quiet, to not take much space. You only wish he would let you in, to know him, how long would a marriage truly last if you are only strangers. It’s hard to conceal sleep but eventually the tiredness of the day wears you down into a slumber.
Noise awakens you, Bruno is not in the room, there’s voices speaking, almost screaming over one another, you can hear Julieta asking for space and cabinets doors opening and closing. Getting up the bed you quickly open the door, from the hallway is clear something has happened and you push your feet to move forward, to walk down the stairs faster, your heart feels as if it will explode out of your chest as you approach the kitchen, you can see the family gathered around someone and your worst fear comes out to surprise you once you manage to make way only to find Bruno siting in the middle, a gasp leaves your lips as you take on his appearance, tears burning behind your eyes.
His eyes are green, so bright green is blinding to look at, the glow is strong, but you can clearly see the shadow of destroyed blood vessels underneath, his face is pale, and blood is running down his nose, his arms are lifted forward, trying to grasp onto Julieta’s dress. He looks so lost, the terrifying realization that when his eyes glow, he is blind, he can only see his visions but he is blinded to the outside. His panicked expression breaks your heart, feet moving forward on their own accord you end up in front of him, hands finding his hair as you run them through it only to hold on to him and move him forward onto your dress, it doesn’t matter if his blood stains it, you push his face onto it, feeling his arms instantly circle your middle.
“Julieta..” he begins trying to speak but you can tell is taking a lot out of him just to form the sentence.
“Shhh is okay, estas bien, estoy aquí.” You call out today him, trying to comfort him. The sound of your voice makes him tense automatically, he tries to move away but you hold your stance, you hold him to you, your hands moving to his jaw, gently moving his face in the direction of yours.
“Bruno.” He tenses, your tone is firm, reprimanding but soft and devoting. It’s the first time you have said his name out loud. The sound rolls like honey out of your lips.
“Let me be here for you. We are one, we are hombre y mujer.” You remind him. ‘The holiness of marriage’, that holds you both together in sickness and health. He feels you crouch down to his level; he can’t see you but he can feel you moving closer to him. Your hands softly caress his cheeks, pushing the hair out of his face, holding him, never once moving away, never scared of the sight before you. He closes his eyes; they burn so bright you can see them from behind his closed eyelids, and he finally relaxes into your touch.
After he feels strong enough to walk you help him to the room, Julieta and Luisa help you move him, and she explains to you how his visions sometimes can pain him immensely, how he looses control of them when he represses them for too long, it anguish your heart to hear this. Once in the room Bruno tries to move from where Luisa has settled him on the bed, and before he can as so much open his mouth your hand is on his shoulder, pushing him back down, it’s been too long of him sleeping on that hammock, he needs a real bed. He tries to complain, to excuse himself and tell you he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable but you won’t have it, shushing him and telling him to relax, que se esté tranquilo. He knows he won’t win this one, settling back down his eyes toning down, returning to their natural hue as he closes them, his hand rubbing his forehead gently.
The bed dips next to him, shooting anxiety all through his body as he starts to mumble once again, crossing his fingers and holding his breath until you are completely laying in it. You move slowly towards him, turning to face him before listing your hand and softly tangling your fingers on his hair, pushing his head to rest against your neck. His breathing quickens momentarily, your fingers run through his hair, a comfortable silence settles over the room and he finally allows himself to relax enough to move his arms around your frame, his fingers caressing lightly the skin of your waist. He is so quiet you think he most have fallen asleep; you are about to close your eyes and relax into his touch when his voice suddenly breaks through the quietness.
“I was alone for a very long time.” He says. The statement taking you by surprise, this is the first time he has willingly opened up to you. “No one would get close to me, I was the bad omen of the town, the seer, only giving terrible visions and unforgiving destinies.” He continues, his fingers faltering for a moment on their movements.
Your fingers move a little faster, reassuring m him that you are here, that you are listening to him. You feel him breath in before continuing.
“I-I didn’t want to tie you down to my misfortune, I didn’t want you to have to sacrifice your life by marrying me, you know, but I froze, and I couldn’t focus on the words, and once I saw I couldn’t take them back i became terrified, terrified to get close only for you to leave, to leave like they all did.” He concludes and you can feel the way his body shakes, the wetness accumulating on your dress from his tears, and so you treasure it, this moment of weakness, of vulnerability he is gifting you.
“Bruno.” You begin, moving his face slightly upwards to look at you, his glazed over eyes staring at you, waiting for a reprimand or a complain at his over sharing, he is ready for you to tell him how you don’t care about any of this, how you are only by his side because he made the mistake of confusing his words. But it never comes, instead he only sees affection in your eyes, he only sees softness and understanding, he holds his breath, closing his eyes when he feels your hand softly caress his face, your nose coming close to his and rubbing it slightly against his own.
“Tú eres mi futuro amor. I’ll be here, ready for you, whenever you want to open up, whenever you need someone.” You whisper to him, taking in the way his eyes widen, and his grip on you hardens. His eyes move to your lips before quickly looking up to meets yours again, his hands softening on you before squeezing again.
“Can I…” he begins unsure of how to proceed before you nod in affirmation, his lips moving softly to graze yours while his eyes close, your hand moves back over his hair, pulling him to you before closing the space completely, crashing your lips with his, feeling his breathing change pace as he moves closer.
His lips are soft, the stubble along his lips tickling your skin. Your hands move across his hair, tangling themselves on his curls, pulling slightly and you can hear him hiss. Your lips parting, allowing him access to explore further. He surprises you, you wouldn’t have thought he would be such a good kisser, his teeth nibbling your lips lightly. Your hand trails down his back, pulling the fabric of his ruana up, trying to get it off him, he doesn’t mind, allowing you to remove it, sitting himself up and allowing you to straddle him, a blush covers his face when he sees your hands moving to the hem of your dress, moving it up and leaving you bare to his eyes.
He gets nervous, shying away and placing his hands on your waist, his eyes focus on your face, he refuse to move them from there.
“You don’t need my permission to look.” You offer him, trying to ease some of the nerves off of him. Hesitantly he complies, trailing his eyes down, you can see the blush spread through his cheeks, his hands trembling as he moves them over the soft skin of your back, burning your skin on their wake. You lean forward, capturing his mouth once again in a kiss, playing with the button of his shirt, giving him enough time to stop you if he doesn’t feel ready, but he doesn’t, he allows you to remove it completely. Your fingers trace his chest, feeling the subtle salt and pepper trail of hair that adorns it before moving up to trace his shoulders, feeling them and moving your hands over his back. The muscles pulling taunt at the attention.
He looks at you, studying your face as you study him in silence, as you trace every fragment of skin you can reach.
“Eres tan hermoso.” You whisper against his lips. His face turns a deeper shade of red and you can feel the reaction your compliment has on him immediately, the bulge in his pants painfully pressing against your center.
You move your hips slightly, experimentally, feeling for a reaction out of him. He whimpers, tightening his hold on you before dipping forward and hiding his face on your neck, planting soft kisses there as he begs for you to do it again. A quiet moan escapes you, the friction building up wetness between your legs and you can feel him becoming more confident as he nips at your neck, his hands moving slowly around you to feel up your chest.
“Y/n” he calls out to you, he sounds broken, desperate, and you remove yourself from him, allowing him space to remove his pants, his eyes are cloudy, a light green hue taking over them, his mind fogged over by the comfort you bring him.
“Bruno” you tease, “ tocame cariño” you moan out for him.
A groan escapes him as his hands move up your leg, feeling the soft skin of your thigh. He feels nervous, unsure, his insecurities prickling at the back of his mind, making him doubt himself; but you take notice of this, moving your own hand over his leg, reaching the pulsing member resting against his stomach. He jumps when your hands touch him, a whine escaping him when your finger wrap themselves around him, giving an experimental stroke, making him throw his head back, his mouth opening slightly as a moan escapes him. Your mouth trails kisses along his jaw, biting softly at the skin of his neck as your hands speeds up its movements, but he quickly stops you, his hand moving to grab your wrist.
“Si sigues así me voy a venir.” He says, face flush red and eyes half lidded.
“We don’t have to do more than this today…” you begin to say before he interrupts you.
“I want to feel you.” He says, his eyes glowing green at the idea, he tries to close them but your reassuring touch distracts him enough to forget about that aspect.
Your hand moves to his arm, pulling him over you to the bed, laying back with him over you, your legs parted, allowing him space to be in the middle. You are aware this won’t last long, you doubt he has had a partner in decades, but the satisfaction of seeing him so undone is more than reward enough.
Grabbing his hand in yours, you guide his fingers up the inside of your thigh, closing your eyes as they get closer to your core. You feel him suck in a breath when they reach your folds, feeling the wetness collected there and you guide his fingers over the area before removing them, your eyes focusing on his face. He dips his face down, looking in the direction of his hand on you, seeing the way his fingers work on you, snapping his head back to yours when a soft moan escapes you, making his cock pulse painfully. He repeats the movement, pressing his finger harder as he moves it slowly over your bundle of nerves, watching you as soft whimpers and moans escape you. You can feel his middle and ring finger gracing your dripping hole, adding to the sensation building up from his attentions in your clit. You can feel your orgasm fast approaching as you dig your nails on his forearm.
“Bruno…” you moan softly his name, feeling him throb against your leg at the mention.
“Vente cariño, dejame sentirte.” You don’t think you have ever heard anything more erotic than his voice in this moment, this surge of confidence he is feeling at the reactions he is managing to get out of you are a treasure you want to hold onto forever.
“No.. amor, quiero venirme alrededor de ti.” The simple phrase sends him in a frenzy, removing his fingers as a groan escapes him, moving himself over you, kissing you before aligning himself with you, he is so painfully hard; a long moan escaping him when the head of his cock pushes past your lips into your fluttering hole, the sensation making you mumble incoherent words as your nails dig into his arms.
He closes his eyes, needing to take a moment to breathe before continuing, groaning as he finally burries himself inside of you.
“Estas tan apretada.” He grunts out against the skin of your neck before kissing it softly.
“Move please, I need you.” You beg him, your voice higher than usual, your forehead sweaty and your cheeks flush, the stretch of him feels delirious and you can’t wait to know what it will feel like having him ramming into you with all he has.
Your wish is his command as he moves his hips back, pushing them forward, his eyes roll to the back of his head as pleasure shoots up on him. He settles into a rythm, deep, fast thrusts that leave you breathless, the building pressure behind in your lower abdomen intensifying with every push of his cock into you, his face is the pure expression of pleasure, his eyes glowing, half lidded and his mouth opens, lewd sounds he wasn’t aware he was capable of making escaping him as he burries is face on your neck.
“No pares amor.” You manage to chock out, feeling your orgasm about to explode.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, dejame sentirte cariño.” He grunts out against your skin and those words are enough to send you over the edge, your walls tightening around him, a high pitch moan escaping you as your legs lock around his back. The feeling of your fluttering walls around him push him further into madness, tangling his hands on your hair he sucks a mark on your neck, before pressing himself impossibly closer into your body and speeding up his thrust, unrelenting his pace as moans and grunts escape him, feeling himself closer and close until the pressure building in his core snaps, making his movements sloppiest as he spills inside of you.
“Are you okay?” He asks once his breathing normalizes, his usual fidgety self is back, the anxiety of his performance now taking over him.
You nod at him, a lazy smile playing on your lips as you pull him closer to you.
“I have never been better mi amor.” You mumble out to him, kissing him softly, tangling your fingers on his before squeezing his hands. Accommodating him on your chest your fingers find his hair, playing with the strands as you lure him to sleep and for the first time in decades he falls asleep faster than he remembers, no thoughts plaguing his mind, only you.
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dos-oroguitas · 4 months ago
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Hi! I just got a great Bruno idea that you might like!
Imagine a fem!reader asking Bruno to see into her future, and when he does he sees little kids that are his, and it turns out his partner is pregnant! So that future-moment is immortalised in his vision. Talk about the ultimate sonogram.
Whatever will be, will be
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In which you ask your husband for a peek of your future and being surprised by a gift or two.. or three.
masterlist !!
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Bruno Madrigal had never thought he’d find someone to love just like his sisters had. Julieta had Agustin, and Pepa had Felix, while Bruno? Bruno thought he’d never get the family that he had only dreamed of having.
He wanted someone to love and to be loved. Someone to consider his home. Someone who would welcome him in their arms after a long day. And then came you.
You were a few years younger than he was, meek, and kind and, like him, you were still unwed. You had been one of the bachelorettes that Alma had looked into introducing to him in hopes of securing a marriage and a life that wouldn’t wound up with him alone.
He didn’t expect to fall for you, to yearn for your soft touch and the gaze that could only be described as warmth and pure love.
And you felt the same. You hadn’t expected to be smitten by the Madrigal whose gift foresaw what would be the future. You, understandably, were a bit hesitant since his nephew had been running around town saying that he was over 7 feet tall, rats along his back, and when he’d call your name, it’d all fade to black. Though when you had helped in rebuilding Casita, he wasn’t as scary as you he was made out to be.
After a bit of pestering from both Alma and your own mother who, like the elder Madrigal, worried about you ending up alone in life, a dinner for two was arranged for the two of you.
Needless to say, it was awkward at first. You two hadn’t even talked for the most part of it but when Bruno had suggested you ditch the stuffy dinner for some entertainment, a.k.a A telenovela theater performance that was performed by his rats and him? You had smiled before nodding at Bruno, who had grimaced at first, thinking that you were going to laugh at his face instead before his green eyes had widened to hear your voice.
“I’d be happy to watch your show, Bruno.”
And it all spiraled down from there. Bruno would be seen talking to his rats about you, asking both Mirabel and Isabela for advice on what kind of gifts you would like before your numerous dates. He was caring and kind, and everything you wished your beloved would be. It didn’t take much time for you to return Bruno’s feelings, loving him just as much as he loved you.
And before you knew it, the two of you were married. Not that Bruno would have known though. He had told you that he was not to look into the future. You were taken aback by this request, and you wondered if he had thought that you would see him in a different light when you had a bad vision. Though he reassured you. He wanted to be surprised and anticipate what would come next rather than knowing what lies ahead.
“Whatever will be, will be, cariña.” And you would nod. Whatever will be, will be.
Though that request would soon be broken when you had asked him to look into the future now that you were married. Just once, you told him.
And here were the two of you now, in his newly built room, sitting on the sand as he held your hands in his. The ritual prior to a reading having been completed. He took in a deep breath before gazing at your eyes, his own turning into a mesmerizingly bright green.
“Are you ready, mi cariño?”
“Always, mi amor.”
And you breathed in deeply as sand had swirled around you two, creating a dome of some sorts. It was one thing to hear about how he did his visions but to actually experience it on your own was.. breathtaking.
You watched as the sand materialized into figures and you squinted as you held onto the Bruno tighter.
“What do you see, mi amor?” You ask your lover who furrowed his brows in concentration. “You’re standing in front of Casita and..”
The figures of sand had turned into you and Bruno, holding onto one another in a loving embrace and your eyes widened before softening again. You two looked happy.
“We’ll be happy.. and there’s more, I just need to..” Bruno tried to focus as a few more figures appeared but this time there were three and they were approaching you.
“There’s little duendes! And.. and they’re attacking you..!” Bruno had gasped before you had turned to him. “Attacking?!” You said in alarm.
“Wait, wait..! Not attacking, no, no, wait, is that a hug?”
“Am I being attacked or being hugged?!” You yell with both fright and confusion. Duendes of all things!
“Wait! An embrace!” He says quickly. Bruno’s figure in the sand had picked up one of these duendes who.. upon closer inspection were just children. Two boys and a girl. You had picked up both a boy and a girl in the vision while Bruno had placed a hand on the other boy’s shoulder. The five figures all smiled as they faced you.
Your eyes were as wide as saucers and you placed a hand on your stomach.
The vision slowly ended and the scene was immortalized in the green slab. It depicted the two of you in front of Casita, smiling happily and holding onto one another with children..
Bruno held the slab in his hands before looking at you who was just in awe as he was before you launched yourself in his arms, smiling happily and as you had kissed his face.
“Children, cariño! We’re going to have children! We’re going to have a family.”
Bruno gazed down at the slab once more before hugging you close and kissing the crown of your head.
A family, he thought to himself fondly and he couldn’t help as his eyes welled up with tears, a golden butterfly appearing out of nowhere and gently perching on his hair.
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I hope I did this request justice! I’m not very good in writing Bruno as well as the scene that featured his gift so I hope this one turned out alright!
Also I’d like to think that the golden butterfly is Pedro Madrigal. It just seemed sweet, y’know? As always let me know what you think!
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madjazzhatter · 3 months ago
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¡¿Embarazada?!
Pairing: Bruno x Female Reader
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This one was fun to write. It was originally going to be longer but I thought the spicy stuff was unnecessary so! Yah. I hope you enjoy!
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Bruno buttons up his red shirt than walks to you, patting your head for the fifth time now, “Y/n, Amor are you feeling okay? You’ve been sleeping a lot lately” he speaks quietly.
“Mmm” you nod your head tiredly then place your hand on top of his, “just tired that’s all” you slur faintly with closed eyes and a soft smile.
“You’re still tired? But you’ve slept all day yesterday- not to mention the day before that…and the day before that day.” He says sadly then sits on the side of the bed, stroking your hair. He frowns while looking down at you, “…Mi amor are you sure you’re okay??” he asks quietly then gently strokes your hair.
“Mhm! Yeah, sleeping is just.. so great” you moan than hug the pillow, drifting to sleep again.
Bruno looks over you with concern then pecks your forehead before putting his ruana on then heading out toward the kitchen, “Beunas tardes, Julieta” he walks over to his sister, who’s mixing something in a bowl.
She wipes her hands on a rag and smiles lovingly, “Hola Bruno. How have you been? You and Y/n have been in the room an awful lot lately..” she says with a teasing tone in her voice, clearly happy with the both of you two spending so much quality time together.
“Well uh, things have been pretty good! Just a lot of sleeping, like actual sleeping. Not what you’re thinking of,uh”, he places his hand on the counter. Clearly all over the place, “I-I just don’t know whats going on with Y/n” he admits then looks around the room, “she’s been sleeping a lot and not to mention her uhh” he gestures towards his chest area, “have been pretty sore lately. Her hormones have also been pretty crazy too” he rubs his face anxiously.
Julieta looks back at him, wide eyed then quickly shifts her posture, “I see” she says then looks towards the entranceway of the kitchen.
“Yeah, I’m afraid she might be sick and I don’t know what to do about it.” Bruno rubs his arm. He doesn’t want to lose you, not when you’ve been the best thing to happen to him in a very long time. The near thought of you catching a cold freaks him out.
Julieta walks up to him and places her hand on his back, comfortingly, “Im sure everything will be okay with Y/n, Bruno. She’s a strong woman after all.” Julieta states with a soft smile before contorting back to awkwardness, “uh, Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure” Bruno says with a shrug then looks up at his sister with sad eyes.
“Has she, um”, Julieta gestures towards her lower area, “Or has she missed??” She asks with an awkward smile. Bruno looks at her then looks over at the bowl of masa, “I’m not sure. She hasn’t brought it up in conversation recently…” he pauses, “and last month actually” he looks back at his sister, “she usually lets me know so that, y’know. So that I know! But she hasn’t brought it up at all! Now that you mention it” he bites the inside of his cheek, overthinking himself.
Julieta nods her head then pats her hands together, “could I talk to her for uno momento? I just want to check and see if she’s okay”
“See if who’s okay??” Pepa asks as she walks in with her Husband Felix. Juliet and Bruno look over at them.
“Bruno thinks Y/n might be SICK so I wanted to check if she’s okay” Julieta says then makes THAT face towards Pepa.
Pepa looks a bit confused at first then quickly gets the hint, “Oh! Oh well if she’s sick then I’d like to make sure she’s okay as well” Pepa says.
Bruno raises a brow then looks over at Felix. Felix shrugs, just as lost as he is before patting Pepa on the back, “Are you sure you want to be in the same room as Y/n, What if you catch her sickness? No offense cuñado”, Felix says with a raised hand in defense.
“No no, I agree. You sure you want to check up on her?? If she is sick, you two are more than likely to end up in the same state” Bruno says with more concern.
“Ahh it’ll be fine. Cmon Julieta let’s go check if Y/n is ‘sick’ now, yes??” Pepa winks at Julieta then pulls her out of the kitchen before she can respond
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Y/n sits up with closed eyes and messy hair “I’m sorry what??”, you ask confused while rubbing your eyes.
“We think you might be pregnant” Pepa says bluntly then touches your forehead, “hm. She feels fine. That means she’s definitely pregnant.” She stands up straight, “ How do your tetas feel?” she asks you dubiously. You giggle as you move her hand away, “believe me, I’m not pregnant” you state flatly then get out of bed.
Julieta and Pepa watch you get out of bed and walk to the mirror, “what makes you so sure?”, Pepa asks as she crosses her arms at your response.
“Bruno and I haven’t been able to conceive a child in six to seven years now. So, we’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t have kids.” you face them with a shrug, then proceed to brush your hair a bit sadly.
Julieta and Pepa frown then walk to your side. Pepa placing a hand on your shoulder gently, “Lo siento Y/n, but” she looks over at her sister, “We believe that this” she pats your stomach, “Is happening now” she nods her head as she looks you in the eyes.
You look back at her then chuckle softly, “And why would it be happening now?”
“Y/n” Julieta places her hand on yours as you turn to her, “you’re showing clear signs of early pregnancy.” Julieta holds your hands firmly, “if you don’t believe us then you can ask someone who will know”
“…” you shut your eyes and sigh then nod your head, “Okay” you smile softly at them, “who am I asking?”
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“You’re pregnant!”
You’re wince at the words, rubbing your arm awkwardly, “You sure? Because I haven’t even done anything accept walk in here and-“
“I am 100% certain you are pregnant, Y/n Madrigal. I have seen many pregnant women through my time as a mother” she walks up to you and holds onto your shoulders, “I think I would know if my one and only daughter-in-law is pregnant just by the way looks of her” she says then scans you up and down.
You raise your brow then eyeball your own appearance, “What’s wrong with the way I look?”
“Nothing dear, You’re just…glowing that is all!” She says happily then cups your cheeks into her hands, “Ay, my sweet sweet Y/n. You are going to be a mother” she smiles pridefully, “the mother of more Madrigal babies!” She announces happily then takes your hands, “Come now, let us tell the townspeople about this great news. This calls for a celebration and a huge-“
“Wait, Alma” you move away from the door, “i think I should talk to Bruno before we make this important announcement. It’s important that the father knows before the whole town don’t you think?” You ask.
“Oh of course. We can tell him together. Let’s go” she gently pulls you towards the door.
“I’d actually like to tell him alone if you don’t mind” you say softly with a loving smile on your face, “Por favor”
Alma blinks a few times then nods her head, finally giving in, “Ah yes” she looks down at your hand then pats them before letting go, “That’s, uh, that’s much more appropriate, you’re correct” she says then moves back a bit.
“Thank you” You pat her cheek then walk out of the room, towards Bruno’s Tower, “Ugh. I should just wait, because there is No way I’m walking all those ste-“.
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You scream as you hang from the rope, “Bruno!” You yell as you try to swing yourself back onto the steps, “Bruno I’ve got some news!”.
Bruno quickly books it out of his room, Tripping and fumbling on his way to you, “Y/n! What are you doing up there?!” He yells from the other side frantically.
“I’ve got some-“ you gulp, “great news! I…” you look down at the abyss, “Why is your room like this!”
“Just tell me what you were going to say so you can get down from there!” He holds his hands up, panicking. “Oh god” he says while looking around, “oh god, oh god, oh god!”
“Right right” you laugh, “Um” your foot touches the edge of the front steps, “I have some great news” you smile.
“Uh huh, and that is??” He asks then rubs his hands together as he walks back a few steps, readying to jump, “just gonna jump and swoop, jump and swoop” he mumbles to himself then starts running towards the edge of the cliff.
“I’m pregna-Aah!” You feel a heavy weight quickly pick you up and land on the floor above the steps painfully. “Oh!” You squeak then laugh a bit before looking down at what cushioned your fall., “Bruno!” You quickly sit up.
Bruno groans then sits up a bit and looks up at you. Attempting to crack his neck, “Yeah??” He winces at the pain.
“You okay Mi amor??” You place your hands on his cheeks and examine him throughly.
“I’m fine, I’m fine! Just a fractured shoulder I’m sure” he chuckles into your hands.
“Why did you do that?” You flinch at his current state. “I landed on my feet before you jumped and swooped in Bruno. You didn’t have t hurt yourself for me” you say then look behind you at the dangling rope.
“Why we’re you hanging from the rope to begin with?? I mean you practically fell to your death, Y/n.” Bruno cracks his shoulder in place, “ahh” he sighs happily, “Now what did you want to tell me?” He asks then pulls you down towards him.
You gently lay on top of him and rub his shoulder, “Oh. Right that” you look down at him and smile excitedly, “I’m pregnant”
Bruno looks up at you and blinks, “Wh, wha, what??” He asks then quickly sits up with you in his arms.
You nod your head, “Pregnant” you rub his chest happily, “We’re going to be parents!” You bite your smile down a bit.
Bruno blinks again then rubs his eyes, “¡¿embarazado?!” He asks bewildered, “you sure?? Like, this isn’t a joke??” He asks then grabs your hand and stands up.
“Yeah! Why would I joke about-“
“AHA! Yes!! ¡Dios mío, sí!” He hugs you tightly then lifts you up, nuzzling his face into your chest affectionately, “we’re gonna be parents! We’re going to have a baby. Oh!” You gently sets you down and pats your stomach, “don’t wanna hurt the little fella. Eheh” he laughs a little bit then his expression immediately drops, “Wait what are you doing in here! This place is a hazard within itself, especially for pregnant women. Cmon Cmon Cmon, we need to get you outta here” he takes your hand and pulls you to his side securely, “oh, we can probably tell the others of the good news and stuff huh?” he mumbles as he begins to walk down the steps carefully.
You giggle at his actions then peck his cheek, “ah well, that’s a shame. I was kinda hoping we could have some alone time before we tell the others” you smile flirtatiously while circling his chest with your finger.
Bruno quickly stops in his tracks then looks back at you, “oh I mean” he shifts his eyes towards the steps nibbles on his bottom lip, “It wouldn’t hurt to have a little alone time” he smiles sheepishly, “how about we head to the guest room and proceed with sed alone time huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows goofily, “then announce the good news?”
“Hmm” you tap your chin, thinking Then excitedly nod your head, “yep, sounds like a plan to me” You peck his lips.
Bruno feels his face burn then quickly starts making it down the steps, “ohohoho!” He laughs before making it outta the room safely with you in his arms
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I hope you enjoyed this one. I might make a part two if that’s what you want! I might also work on a part two for “Ugh…the Baker “ MAYBE.
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Te Deseo Lo Mejor(pt 6)
Bruno Madrigal x O/C Angst/Sexy Smutty Spice in the Walls/ Grab a SNACK
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“Ay, Dolores ya! Enough about the noises please. Ya lo dije, it’s the rats!”
“But Mamá, I think know the difference between rats and footsteps by now. And these were footsteps! Kind of like how Tío Brun-"
Thunder cracked over Pepas head and she turned towards her daughter with wide eyes, who held her hands over her ears. Pepa sighed and quickly shooed the cloud that formed over her head away.
“Lo siento, lo siento.” She said, taking in a deep breath and rubbing Dolores's ears to ease the pain she knew she was feeling from the crack of the thunder.
“Mija, you know how sensitive that topic is to Abuela and Tia Valeria, si? We don't talk about . . Well, just try to ignore it, hm?" Said Pepa. She glanced above her head, sighing in relief as the cloud finally disappeared.
Dolores sighed, tired of her family not listening to her-yet she was forced to listen to everyone else. Shrugging in defeat, she brushed past her mother and out the kitchen, bumping into Valeria in the process. Julieta was close behind her, as she was helping her bring supplies back from town.
"Ay, Sorry Dolores!" Valeria said, shifting the paper bag to one side and quickly fixing Dolores's small bow on her head that nudged a bit out of place. Dolores shook her head and gave her a small sad smile.
"Estás bien?" Valeria asked grabbing Dolores's chin softly, noticing her brows turn down into a sudden frown. But she looked up at Valeria nervously, as if she wanted to tell her something, but quickly nodded her head.
"Y-yes!" she squeaked out and quickly shuffling past her Tias in a hurry. Valeria turned towards Julieta, but her sister in law just shrugged, not knowing what was wrong either. As the two of them made their way into the kitchen, Pepa sighed in relief.
"Ay, please tell me you brought the wine!" she said, leaning against the counter. Valeria smiled mischievously and reached into the paper bag, pulling out a large wine bottle and waving it heartily.
"Eso!" cheered Pepa, a small rainbow appeared over her head as she bounced around in place happily. Julieta sighed as she placed her bag on the counter.
"Pepa, please don't over do it. You know how you get, cuando bebes demasiado." she said, as she began taking some of the groceries out. Pepa rolled her eyes and huffed.
"Julieta, come on. Mama will be at the Guzmán's tonight and the men will be at that silly horse race. It's the perfect night for Las Mujeres de Casa Madrigal to let loose!" she said excitedly. Valeria chuckled and headed over next to Julieta to help her unpack.
"Ay, Help me here muñeca!" said Pepa, pulling on Valeria's sleeve and pouting. She started to notice where Camilo got that from.
"I think . . " Valeria started, glancing over at Julieta who raised a eyebrow at her, a slight smile on her face. Pepa's eyes peered up at Valeria impatiently as her grip tightened around her sleeve.
"Quiero emborracharme esta noche." Valeria said firmly. Julieta rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips as Pepa happily danced around them both and hugging Valeria's side tightly.
"And the kids?" asked Julieta placing her hands on her hips, once Pepa settled down. But she just shrugged and waved her hand.
"Ah, you know Luisa and Isa can handle them! Come Valeria, I can finally wear that red lipstick I've been telling you about!" said Pepa as she pulled Valeria away from the vegetables she was happily putting away. Valeria let out a laugh as Pepa led her up the stairs. Letting that familiar warmth, that she hadn't felt in a while, finally seep into her chest .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"And that's when - Hiccup!- I accidentally shot lightning on Félix's culito! Right after he asked me to marry him! Gritó tan fuerte! "
Pepa's head tilted back as she laughed loudly, accidently spilling some of her wine on the floor as she swayed, Casita helping her balance by shuffling the tiles under her feet a bit. The red lipstick she was excited about not too long ago was smeared all over her mouth, and her hair was loose and frizzed out in all directions, her headband long tossed to the side as she twirled around.
"Ay, Sorry Casita!" She said with a giggle, the rays above her head shining brightly in the dimly lit living room. Julieta and Valeria held on to their stomachs, bending over from sweet laughter as Pepa continued on with her story, dramatically mimicking her husband and prancing about the room.
Valeria had lost count of the cups of wine she drank, letting herself go and feel the buzz of the sweet liquor that melted against her mouth as a rosy tint appeared along her nose and cheeks. Julieta found herself losing count as well, often leaning over to Valeria's side and snorting louding as she watched her sister, her cheeks redder than hers.
Soon enough Pepa grew fatigue with jumping about the living room and plopped down on the floor in front of Valeria and Julieta on the couch.
"Muñecaaa, sing us that song you used to sing! The one about the Brujita!" She asked, after catching her breath. Valeria slumped back against the couch shaking her head with a giggle.
"No, no! " she exclaimed, bringing her hands up to cover her face as she giggled. Julieta nudged her head against Valeria's arm, and nodded.
"Si, Si! Cantar! Pepa sucks at singing! Ella canta como una ganso! Ha! Ha! -Oops!" said Julieta with a chuckle, as she clamped her hand over mouth.
"Oye!" said Pepa, lifting her head up from her spot on the floor, to playfully glare at her sister.
"Ya, Ya!" Valeria said, laughing. Julieta and Pepa turned and began to stare at her with bright drunken smiles on their faces, waiting for her to start. Valeria paused, making them think she wasn't going to sing, before dramatically lifting her arms.
"Ay que bonito es volar! A las dos de la mañana! A las dos de la mañana! Y ay que bonito es volar, ay mama!"
Pepa and Julieta cheered happily and began singing along with her, clapping their hands and standing up to sway around the room.
"Volar y dejarse caer! En los brazos de tu hermana! En los brazos de tu hermana!" Y hasta quisiera llorar!"
Valeria had grabbed the almost empty wine bottle to use as her personal micrófono and stood up on the wooden coffee table, Casita lifting the tiles to give her a bit of a boost, as she continued to belt out alongside her hermanas that happily dance around her.
"Me agarra la bruja y me lleva a su casa, me vuelve maceta y una calabaza!"
On into the night they sang different folk songs and danced until the three of them grew wary and slumped back down onto the couch. Valeria's eyes grew heavy, as Julieta snuggled her head on her lap and Pepa slouched up against the couch on the floor. Soon enough they all had fallen into a quick slumber. Nothing but the soft creaking of the Casita and the soothing winds outside sounding off into the night.
A sharp pain in Valeria's back from the awkward position she was in on the couch, had woken her up a few hours later. She tried forcing her eyes back shut, but her mouth was so dry and she desperately needed a glass of water.
Carefully lifting Julietas head off her lap, Valeria quietly tipped toed around Pepa's loud snoring form. But it had gotten so dark, she could barely see where she was going.
"Casita, por favor, help me to the kitchen." she whispered, turning back to make sure Julieta and Pepa were still sleeping. There was a faint nudge against her foot and after that another tile lightly bounced and a small trail started forming so Valeria could make her way out.
She followed along with the tapping of the tiles, not noticing that Casita was leading her away from the kitchen and towards the walkway of the brightly lit different doors of each of the gifted Madrigal rooms. Valeria lifted her head once she noticed the shining glitter of the rooms, and squinted down at the floor.
"I said the kitchen, silly." she mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she turned around, but froze once her eyes found a pair of green glowing orbs floating across from her on the other side of the walkway of the rooms. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized the familiar orbs, but she harshly began rubbing her eyes, thinking it was the alcohol fooling her imagination. But when she dropped her hands, the green orbs were still staring back her with. But they quickly began moving away from her and towards the back of the walkway towards a plain painting that was hung up at the end of the wall.
Valeria felt the ground beneath quickly shift her, as the tiles quickly moved her to follow the retreating green orbs before the could escape. Soon enough she was in front of a hooded figure, blocking the painting in front of them that they seemed to be heading towards.
The hooded figure was out of breath and began to walk backwards away from her as she tried to reach up and pull the hood down, but they tripped backwards by one of the tiles that Casita perched up purposely to stop them. Valeria watched as they fell with a loud grunt, the hood slipping off the head, completely revealing a messy head of black curls that she was all too familiar with.
Valeria's hands were trembling and the effects of the alcohol that she had consumed seem to have completely burned off as anger began bubbling inside her, replacing the drunken happiness she had felt earlier that night, as she stared down at him.
"Bruno?"
His breath quickened as he stared up at her in a panic. The tiles under him lifted him up to fully stand in front of her. His breath brushing against her face as she stared back at him in shock.
But the sound of one of the children's shining doors began to creak open. Bruno forced his eyes away from her and he quickly tugged her arm to pull her away from the front of painting she was blocking, lifting it quickly and dragging her inside with him, covering her mouth in the process so she wouldn't give the both of them away.
Dolores had peeked her head out of her door and glanced around rubbing her sleepy eyes, before shrugging and turning back into her room.
"It's just the rats, it's just the rats. . . "
Bruno had taken Valeria deep into the walls of the home as she grumbled against his chest, pushing and shoving his head and arms for him to release her. When he had finally felt he was deep enough in his hideout for no one to hear, he set her down let his hand go from her mouth. But she began to yell out a curse and he quickly clamped his hand over it again with a sigh.
"Shh! " he hissed. Valeria shook her head aggressively against his calloused hand, wanting to yell out again, but her throat began to burn and her eyes blurred as tears began springing from her eyes as she glared up at the man she once called her husband. Bruno's eyes widened as he watched the tears spring from the corners of her eyes and on to the back of his hand.
"N-No, V-Valeria-"
But Valeria shoved him away and started pounding your fists on his chest over and over again as hot tears streamed down her face. He just stood there, letting Valeria take her anger out as she silently cursed under her breath. Bruno’s head hung low as she pushed and shoved his chest with all her strength.
“M-maldito, Mentiroso-"
She wanted to hurt him. She wanted him feel as empty as she felt the night he ripped himself away from her.
“Te odio, Te odio! No quiero verte nunca más!” Valeria choked out with as much venom as she could muster. She reached to punch his chest again, but he grabbed her arms firmly, stopping her in place.
“No me dejas eso-" he muttered under his breath. "Please. . "
“No-No, you don’t get to tell me that.” she said, trying to free her arms from his grasp.
“Dejarme!” She growled, as the anger continued to rise in her. Bruno finally lifted his head up, his glowing eyes angrily boring into hers. Valeria tried to wrestle free from his grip, but he held her in place, pushing her body against the wall and lifting her hands over her head so she couldn’t hit him again. But she began kicking at his legs, but he was already spreading hers apart with his knees for her to stop.
"Tate quieto-" he warned. But Valeria shook her head, too stubborn to let her anger rest.
“Dejarme-" she choked out, twisting her wrists against his clutch, they began to burn at how hard he was holding them. But Bruno just leaned in closer to her, his breaths hot and heavy on her mouth.
“No.”
Bruno closed the space between them and kissed her mouth desperately. Valeria tried to move away as his lips attacked hers, cursing into his mouth, but she could no longer deny her body’s longing to have her husband's body back with hers.
Valeria gave in, letting her lips move with his as if he never left.
He let go of her hands, letting them drop from above her head. She instantly wrapped them around his neck, her hands rushing through his dark curls and pulling him closer. Moaning in his mouth as he sneakily edged his tongue between her teeth to tangle with hers.
“You’ve -been-drinking…” he said between sloppy wet kisses as he tasted that familiar twinge of alcohol on her tongue.
Of course he knew she had been, he had watched her sing and laugh with his sisters the whole night from behind one of the small vents in the living room with a giddy smile on his face.
“Gracias a ti. . .” Valeria said meanly against his mouth.
His hands roamed down the sides of her body and lifted her higher against the wall, yanking her legs up to wrap around his waist.
“Te amo-" he said as he pulled back to trail his kisses on her chin and down her neck.
“Te quiero-Te quiero, Mi preciosa mujer -" he mumbled against her skin, desperately nipping and sucking her sweet spots that he had memorized all too well.
“B-Bruno-" she breathed his name, he sighed happily against her neck.
“Si, mi vida- I’m here, I’m here- lo siento. . . Lo siento.” His lips ghosted over hers once more, his luminous eyes shining on her face. He wiped the tears that were stained against her cheek, glancing down at her swollen lips before attacking them once more.
He tightened his hold around her and guided them both to the small cot on the ground, laying Valeria down gently and hastily removing his ruana. His tender kisses never ceasing as he hovered over her body, his hands roaming under her skirt and tugging on the waistband of her undergarments.
“Quiero probarte..” he murmured against her neck as he made his way lower, practically begging . Valeria's mind raced and the air around her was so thick and hot, her eyes could barely focus on Bruno's form. His glowing eyes and the small crack of the wall letting the moonlight in were the only source of light in the small space. It was all happening so fast and felt as though the room was spinning.
Valeria's fingers tugged on Bruno’s hair roughly to get his attention and he groaned in response, looking up at her with wide eyes when he noticed her uneasy breathing.
“D-Do you want me to stop?” His asked, his voice cracking in between. She managed to shake her head no, pulling his mouth back up closer to hers.
“I wanted. . . to make sure. . I wasn’t .. dreaming this. .” she said breathy against his mouth. The corners of his lips turned up in a lopsided smile and he kissed her lips again softly before lowering his head once more.
“I didn’t want to leave. ." She heard him whisper against her stomach. His hands lifted her shirt a bit, just so he could nip the skin, trying to inhale as much of her as he could.
“But I couldn't take it anymore. . . las malas visiones." He said between kisses. Valeria's brows furrowed, wanting to respond as the cracked vision board she found all those nights ago flashed across her mind. But he had made his way back between her legs, her skirt now lifted around her waist as his fingers ghosted over the waistband once more, tugging them down softly. Pulling her lingering questions away from her mind.
Valeria sucked in a deep breath as the cold air hit her center. But Bruno leveled his face in front, his hot breath hovering over. Her hips rolled upwards slightly, as her core ached to be touched by him and him only.
He reached his head over her inner thigh to give it a chaste kiss, before bending down once more, taking a long sweet lick to her slit. Valeria moaned loudly, but Bruno quickly lifted one of his hands up to cover her mouth, his face still buried between her legs as licked and sucked her sweet flower.
"Lo siento querida, but you have to keep quiet. ." he said against herr sweetness , his eyes flickering up at her. Valeria furrowed her brows in annoyance as she glared down at him.
"Please?" his breathed, hot on her core. She huffed and nodded reluctantly. He gave her an adoring smile, before burrowing his head in between her thighs once more. The faint green glow disappearing between her legs.
She bit down on his fingers, trying to muffle her moans as his tongue flickered against her bud. Her wetness filling him with content as he darted his tongue against her, his two green orbs looking up at her from between her legs to watch, as she squirmed against his mouth. His pulled his hand from her mouth and let them snaked around each of her thighs, pulling her closer when she flinched away.
"Y-Ya, B-Brun- Ay- P-Papi-" Valeria clasped her hands over her mouth as she rocked against his mouth. He moaned into her at the sound of the nickname she rarely used for him, the vibrations of his mouth sending shockwaves into her body. She rocked against his head, her legs squeezing around him as she released into his mouth. He gave one last kiss to her heat and lifted himself up, kissing her deeply letting her taste herself on her lips.
Her hands wandered through his hair as he kissed her, his hands frantically pushing down his pants, as he grinded himself against her entrance as she wrapped her legs around his waist again. He moaned into her mouth, slowly pushing himself into her sweet entrance. Valeria ignored the slight pain, as she hadn't been touched by him in weeks, her body had begun to grow used to his absence.
The both of them stayed there for a moment, as Bruno pulled back from her lips to look down at her flushed face, letting her adjust around him. That empty feeling that he had ripped from her was slowly fading as their bodies melted within eachother like a puzzle piece crafted from heaven itself.
But she didn't want Bruno to take so much control so soon. So she pulled him to the side and rolled on top of him, not breaking the connection they formed as her hands pressed down on his chest, forcing him to stay on his back.
"Ay, coño cariño ." moaned Bruno, as he stared up at her, his glowing eyes hazed with lust as his hands found there way to her thighs, gripping them in place. Valeria smiled lazily down at him and began rocking, his hips immediately matching her movements as she let her head fall back, letting him fill her center that had been droughted without his love.
Bruno let out a whimper as he tried to lifted himself up to hold her closer. But she kept pushing him down onto his back as she continued to rock against him. Still wanting to have the upper hand as that small bubbling anger began poking the back of her mind again. Remembering how he left her that dreadful night.
She felt her body twitch at the overstimulating pleasure of having her beloved inside her once more. She hunched over him, her chest was so close to his face, the necklace around her neck kept brushing against his nose. Valeria's eyes peered over to her wedding ring on her finger that shined against his chest. His glowing eyes reflecting on the gold band beautifully as she desperately chased her second release. Bruno snatched her wedding hand and lifted it up to his lips, kissing it over and over as he rocked against her.
“Te A-amo, T-te -ah - Amo-” He groaned against her fingertips as he frantically thrusted up against her , begging for her to say it back. But Valeria continued on stubbornly not wanting to respond.
A wave of euphoria washed over them both, as they blended together in a heat of sweet and sticky release. Moaning into each others mouths as she pressed her lips back to his face to give him a heated kiss. When she pulled back, Bruno’s eyes were already fading back to their normal color.
Valerias eyes gazed into his as she tried to catch her breath. Finally being able to touch the outline of his face and trace the smallest details, like freckles along his nose. His beard was a bit thicker and his hair had grown longer to his shoulders. Her fingers traced his cheek, feeling the slight hollowness it now held as she glanced up at the bags that had grown under his eyes. He watched in silence as his wife mapped out his face, as if she’d forgotten what he’d look like but . . . He was still herBruno.
“Te Amo. ." Valeria finally whispered against his lips. Bruno’s eyes grew glossy as he stared up at her, a wave of relief washing over him as those words left her sweet lips. He let out a sob as she kissed his lips gently, repeating sweet soothing words of love against his skin and letting his tears stick on to her face as she tangled her hands in his curls.
Valeria had so many questions racing through her head as she nuzzled against his body. But she felt that if she dared ask, this moment would end. That Bruno would disappear into the night again, leaving her without a trace. She clenched onto his arms, tightly, not wanting him to move away from her. But he laid under her calmly, letting her slump against him achingly as he stroked her back.
"Please. . . no te vayas." she whispered against his chest. She felt his arms wrap around her body, her eyes growing heavy with exhaustion as she let herself fully drop on top of him.
"I won't."
If this was all her head. . . she did not want to wake up.
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PART 7 LINK
https://ichigobunsss.tumblr.com/post/673865274276118528/te-deseo-lo-mejor-pt-7-bruno-madrigal-x-fem
shit just got real .
disney i'm so sorry i made your character do SINFUL things plz dont sue me, but it's your fault for making him so amazing
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(btw the folk song our ladies are singing is called "La Bruja" it's a mexican folk song but i'm using the version with my queen Salma Hayek y los vega it's one of my faves)
Yes im making it canon that julieta is a shaddy giggly drunk & pepa is a loud funny one😂
AND YES CASITA IS HELPING OUT ALOT LMAO & poor dolores is so tired of everyones shit
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tokoyamisstuff · 3 months ago
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Bruno: You should learn to accept your flaws, just like me.
Y/N: You accept your flaws?
Bruno No, but I accept yours.
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your-girl-mj · 4 months ago
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Please don't be inlove with someone else [Bruno x f!reader]
Summary: Bruno was enchanted to meet [name]— and [name] was enchanted to meet bruno
Warning: cringe. swear??? Words. Kinda angsty?? long story.
Note: if someone already did this, please do know that I didn't steal your idea, I have this idea late at night while vibing at the song
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16 year-old Bruno had his shoulders slumped for the rest of the day, after getting yelled at for giving them a terrible "prophecy" when he was just pointing out that the fruit is already rotting.
He was just trying to help, but he disappoints everyone. His sisters tried to make him smiled or laugh by telling him jokes, mocking the villagers. The boy wasn't really in a mood, but he wants his sisters to be happy, so he faked it.
He faked being okay, he faked smiling, he forced himself to laugh. He just needs to, for them.
There I was again tonight. Forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy.
Bruno's day continued like that, until he was told to answer the door, since it would be rude if no one greeted the visitor. That was when he first saw her, [name] [last name].
His sisters would always talk about her, how much of a good friend she is, very kind, welcoming, selfless.
This was the first time he actually met her, she wears a plain dress, plain sandals, while carrying a basket pull of things, to what he guesses is for his sister Julietta, nothing extraordinary. But to Bruno, she was enduring to looked at.
Vanished when I saw your face. All I can say is, it was enchanting to meet you
She tilted her head to the side, silently questioning who's in front of her. Which he picked up clearly, and starts to introduce himself.
"Uh, I'm Bruno, Julietta’s and Pepa’s brother..” he muttered quietly, but she heard them loud and clear. walking through the door once he opened it wide enough.
“oh! so you’re Bruno!” she exclaimed, "Sorry, I didn't notice—it's just the people in town described you as a scary man, who had bad luck always on his shoulders,"
"Yea," the boy awkwardly laughed it off, and continued to lead her to the kitchen where his sister is. Not gonna lie, he was a little offended on what she told him, but it's nothing new.
"I didn't expect you to be," the [eye. color]-eyed paused, thinking of a word to describe him, "adorable."
Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?". 'Cross the room your silhouette. Starts to make its way to me.
Bruno was sure his ears are broken, there's no way he was just called adorable, that's impossible. He felt his heart running laps, face heating up. He's never gotten a compliment outside of the family before.
The green-eyed can't help but hide his face, from pure embarrassment, making him hide himself deeper when he heard her laugh.
"Did I make you uncomfortable? Sorry, but I can't help it, you look really cute!"
Another compliment was thrown in his way, making him malfunction once again.
"I'm not cute.."
"You can't lie to yourself forever, señor."
Once they made it into the kitchen, Bruno was quick to leave the room, shuffling his way to his room, not wanting to attract any attention.
His sisters, however, still notice how he is swift to leave. Rising a brow to his actions, she turn to the visitor, already assuming what she did something to make her brother run like that.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing! I just said he's adorable, which is true, you can't deny that!"
The playful conversation starts. Counter all your quick remarks. Like passing notes in secrecy
Bruno was attached to [name] after few months, the girl didn't know if it's because she pick a fight with anyone who's insulting him so he can stop it, or that she's close with their family.
She didn't know that it's because, she's the only person outside the family be close to him. The future-teller feels some sort of comfort from her, he feels safe.
Her presence is warm, welcoming, accepting. Have a bad day? She's there, needs a shoulder to cry on? She's there, need another hand? She's there.
She never accused him for bad vision, she's just saying it's just the way things are. The boy found himself carving her attention every now and then. He would unconsciously followed her around town, he looked like a lost puppy.
"Bruno?" The [hair. color] called, the said boy hum in acknowledge, looking from his feet. "Do you need anything? You've been following me all day."
"Oh, I have? Sorry, I'm sorry about that— I'll uh get going.."
"No, no, no! Stay, I like your company! I just hope you're not 3 feet behind me." She chuckled.
The two sisters watch their little brother catch up, and engaged into a conversation with [name], you can see his bright smile from the other side of Encanto.
"He looks happy these days, genuinely happy."
"I agree, he smiles a lot too."
~~
"¿Que? Mi mamà and papà would never separate! How dare you! What's your problem?!"
Bruno was kicked on his chest, forcing the air out of his lungs, his head and eyes ache from his gift, now his body is burning with agony.
As the guy, three years older than him continued to yell, saying mean things, kicking him at his back, chest, face, everywhere.
No one tried to help him, they just whisper with each other, some of them just stared and the others ignored it.
As if they're quietly saying he deserves it.
"¡Por favor! I didn't know why its- its like that!" He curled into a ball, trying to avoid the hits and kicks he's receiving. "¡Lo siento! Please spare me!" The madrigal cried.
Pepa...julieta... anyone, help me...
No one cared. His sisters nor mother's not here, no one will help the curse of encanto.
No one.
"Aye, aYE, AYE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU??!"
So, someone did care.
The guy was pushed back brutally, 'causing him fell on his back. A figure stood infront of a trembling bruno, protecting him.
"Why did you push me??!"
"Why are you hitting him?!"
"He deserves to be hit! He wants my family to fall apart!"
"No he doesn't! STOP ASSUMING THINGS YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND!!"
Bruno got in between them, trying to pull his friend away. The shoutings were heard making a small crowd form around them. He needs to stop this, he doesn't want her to get hurt because of him.
"[name], let's go he's not worth it..." he mumbled, tugging her arms, wanting to be away from there as quick as possible.
Unfortunately for him, the guy heard him. His face turned red in anger, the audacity he have to give him a bad vison and say he's not worth it, is making him want to beat up the guy.
"You little—" he swang his fist directly at the madrigal, but it collided with something else, more like someome else.
[Name]'s cheek burn, her head became dizzy from the hit. The green-eyed stood from his spot in horror, he have never seen someone punch in his life. It's alway him, being the victim not the others. After snapping back to reality he's practically panicking, is she alright? That was a big hit, her bones might crack. He needs to get her to Julieta.
Even though she's in a lot pain, the girl mocks the guy saying that it wasn't manly for him to hit a girl, let alone a few years younger than him.
She caught him off guard by kicking him in his private part, causong him to kneel down, holding it in pain. The crowd, including bruno wince at the action, knowing well that it must have hurt a lot.
Once he was down, she kicked him in his nose making him lay down on the ground, and her going on top of him, punching him hard.
"What?! Not so tough now, huh??! This is for bruno! This is also for bruno! This one is for insulting him, kicking him, punching him—" her insults continued.
The future-teller tried his best to pull his friend off. Some villagers also tried to pull her off, but failed. Many called out, but she ignored it. The guys is sobbing, in pain and humiliation from being beaten up by a girl. He screamed apologies at her but she opposed him saying he should be sorry to bruno.
A thunder was heard followed by a rain above her, causing [name] to snapped out.
Turning around, she saw Bruno hugged safely by julieta, and Pepa approaching her, a cloud stalking her.
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"Look at your fist!! It's all bloody!"
"It's not my blood so who cares?"
"You still got hurt badly! You have to stop picking a fight!"
"He was gonna hit bruno! I need to stop him, or he will do it again!"
The ginger and [hair.color] argued, as julieta hurried to finish her cooking. [Name] held the ice on top of bruno's head, considering that he was hit numerous times.
Despite her popped eye brow, bruised cheek, and bloody fist, she was perfectly fine, it hurts but she can handle it. The girl is more worried about her friend.
"Are you feeling alright now? Julieta is almost done." [Name] assured, once Pepa left to talk to her sister.
"You didn't have to do that..."
"Do what?" He frown at her words, but she just laugh.
"Don't laugh, you got hurt because of me.. I can't forgive myself-"
"Hey," she called out, being gentle with his face as she move his head to face her. He can't look at her, knowing that he's the reason she got hurt. "Bub, it's not your faul‐"
"How come it's not my fault?! You took the hit! I'm suppose to have that bruise, not you! You can't keep picking fights-"
"Bruno, he was a pervert. I beat him up 'cause he deserves it, and I never have a proper excuse to hit him like that. I took the hit because I wanted to, okay? Stop blaming yourself."
The said boy continued to look down, but soon look up when he felt her lips pressing on his forehead, his face warming up. "I'm glad that you're alright now."
And it was enchanting to meet you. All I can say is, I was enchanted to meet you
At the age of 18, the future-teller can't deny his feeling anymore.
He wants to confess, he wants to be with her. Be hers, and [name] his. He's feeling selfish, but he can't help it. Not when he heard his sisters talking about [name] liking someone.
He can't risk confessing and ruining their 2-years of friendship. But why would she flirt with him then? Keep saying he's a handsome young man? Cute, adorable, hard-working, kind, etc. She's literally confusing!
He promised himself to never look into her future without consent, he wants her to be as comfortable as possible.
The green-eyed often zone-out almost everyday, and everytime. He would always get scolded of because of it. How can he not? When she's literally there, showering him with affection, no idea how much affect she has in him.
"Aye, 'migo! What are you thinking so hard about?" The [hair. color] smirks, making his cheeks heat up a bit, and his heart aches from being called a friend.
Amigo huh? I'm just a friend to her...
"It's nothing, I was just um, thinking about what chores should I finish next."
The girl could feel his gloomy personality and tried to cheer him up. "Aww, is little Bruno having problems again?" She playfully nudged him, beaming when he finally cracked a small smile.
"I'm fine [name], you're swooning over me again, am I really that charming?" He teased, tiny nervousness still present.
"Woah! Where did you get that? I didn't know you can be flirty, Hermoso."
Hermoso, okay now he's back to himself, all the confidence earlier banished, back to his stuttering self. "I- I kinda overheard um, Felix! Talking to uh, Agustin about these things," he stammers, avoiding eye contact. "I thought I could use it against you—since you always teased me.."
The girl laughs, leaning on her friend. "How about I take you out for tonight?"
Bruno's ears peaked up, red dusting his cheeks, "take me o-out? With you..?"
"Yea! Let's sneak out tonight, I wanna show you something cool, meet me by the bridge at midnight, okay? Okay, bye!"
"I, uh, yea bye!"
~~
Calm yourself, Bruno! It's not a date, she's just going to show you something. Nothing special, nothing new.
The young man paced back and forth, fidgeting the ends of his new green ruana, a gift he got from Julietta. It's rather big, but he still wore it since it's cold, perfect for a cold night like this.
His pet rat: Manuel, watched him through his big black eyes as he starts to ramble to himself. "It's not a date, right? But the way she said it.. take me out? To a hangout or a... I need to stop jumping to conclusions-"
Bruno stops his ramblings when he was interrupted with a squeak from Manuel, strolling near his pet, he inquired. "why? What's wrong? Are you hungry? You can go back to la casita if you want, I'm sure there are still leftovers over the counter."
"Aww, I didn't know you'll be bringing Manuel with you, I would've brought a snack with me."
The madrigal jump from his place, black curls bounce once he does so, as if it's instinct he places a protective hand to his rat friend, and bringing up with a fist to the person like he's... giving a fist bump?
"Woah, Woah! Relax bub, it's just me." [Name] rise her hands, surrendering from his not-so-threatening fist with a smile. The lantern swung as she moves her hand.
The boy let out a heavy sigh, relieved that it's not a stranger, "you scared me, at least warned me of you're here, and don't just appear next to me!"
"Sorry, sorry, my bad!" She giggled, "come on, follow me!" The [hair. color] run into the trees, making Bruno worried, and followed her quickly after he shoved Manuel into his ruana.
"[Name]! Wait! Slow down!"
"Hurry Bruno!"
The duo arrived into a field, the grass is just below their waist, the girl turned off the light of the lantern, making the madrigal panicked, moon is there only light now.
His anxiety is rising with every second of it, what if a big snake a just behind that bush, ready to devour them? What if a wolf just came in running full speed and ate them? What if—
"Bruno."
Her [eye. color] shines under the moon as she stares at him with a comforting look, "it's safe, I've checked it many times." Gently taking hold of his hands, she guides him in front of the field. "You can run, right?"
"R-run? What are we running from? Is there someone else here?—"
"Bruno, can. you. run?"
"..yes."
"Good," she pulled him with her, as she run backward. The moment she stepped into the field, hundreds of fireflies merged from their hiding places, flying around them. Bruno stared at them in awe, mesmerize by the bugs surrounding them.
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go.
Her path lights up into greenish-yellow lights, as more fireflies wake up from their slumber, she runs with him, laughing and smiling. He soon joins with her, spreading his arms to wake more glowing bugs to light up their surroundings.
They let go of each other's hands and started to run in different directions, shouting and cheering as they do. They would draw patterns on the grass, jumping over each other's shoulders (Bruno face-planted when he tried, making them stop doing it) and now, they were lying on the grass, gazing at the starry night sky, clearly out of breath.
"So," she panted, "It's cool isn't it?"
"Cool? It's more than cool! It was awesome!"
The two talks to what felt like hours, but when the green-eyed saw her eyes flattering shut, he knew she needed to rest.
"Let's get you home now, it is pretty late."
"What? Why?? We're having so much fun!!"
"Come on now señorita, we don't want your parents to be worried about you."
After he dropped [name] off her house, he can't help but think all the moments they shared when they were on the field, he felt his face heating up from their conversation, and her attempts on cheering him up.
She didn't know how much she affects him.
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew. I was enchanted to meet you
He lay awake that night, still thinking about earlier, about her. Their conversation, about why she took him there.
-
"You like someone, don't you?" Her question caught him off guard, not expecting a bold inquiry.
"What- what makes you say that?"
"You zone out a lot, and when I tease you saying, 'you're deep in thought, is it a girl??' You'll blush and push me away saying it's nothing." Turning her body, facing him. "We both know it's not nothing. So, who do you love?"
-
Love, Do I love her?
He can't stop his train of thoughts, does he? Or it's just a little crush? Admiration.
The lingering question kept me up 2 AM, who do you love?
The future-teller heard a squeak next to him, seeing his little companions asking for food. "Oh, I forgot about you guys! I'm sorry, I'll get you food downstairs now, let's go, let's go!"
He nimble on the leftover arepas, giving little crumbs to his companions while he glace at the front door for the nth time tonight.
Bruno paced in the kitchen, thinking that it's the best way to calm his racing mind.
Why is he even awake? That's right, his rats want food, but that was after he can't sleep. He was thinking about her, [name].
The boy sighs, glancing at the door once again.
Why is he waiting for her? It's almost morning, well technically it is morning. She's probably asleep.
I... need sleep.
I wonder 'til I'm wide awake and now I'm pacing back and forth. Wishing you were at my door. I'd open up and you would say, "Hey"
A certain [hair. color] stayed awake on her bed, her thoughts trailing back to the moments she shared with Bruno.
The way his face glistened as the fireflies pass them, his soft voice echoed in her head. His beautiful emerald eyes stared back at her, as he smiles, thanking her for bringing him into the field.
She should be thanking him, she's been the happiest since she met him. She can't deny the jealousy when her friend confirmed that his thoughts are about a girl. But seeing him happily talk about how he admires this mysterious girl, she knows that she's gonna need to let him go, if he's happy, then she's happy.
The girl can't help but finally admit that she really did fall for Bruno madrigal.
It was enchanting to meet you. All I know is, I was enchanted to meet you
Days passed and the boy became an insomniac, his attempts to sleep failed. As he keeps tossing and turning, his thoughts always brought back to their moment at the field.
As firefly floats around her, he could see the reflections of the light from the insects. For the very first time, he understand the difference from pretty and beautiful.
Wait.. I love her...?
"I love her! Manuel!" He called out, picking up his rat friend, "I figure it out, I love her!! I love [name]!"
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew...
After a week, The girl still remembered how a firefly land on top of his nose while they lay down, his chest rising and falling as he let out an airy chuckle. Manuel came out from his hiding and chase a few fireflies, running and jumping with his little feet, the duo giggled at his attempts.
This night is flawless, don't you let it go.
"Good night, [name]."
"Good night, Bruno!"
As [name] held her night-gown in front of her, ready to put it on and sleep. She held it close, spinning around, waltzing herself to the bathroom. Daydreaming about her beloved Bruno.
I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew. I was enchanted to meet you
A few months had passed, [name] ended up confessing first due to Bruno being a little scaredy cat and is not afraid to take his feelings with him to his grave. They live life to the fullest, they love each other, and nothing can get in between them.
The madrigal sisters are happy considering that their best friend will be their soon-to-be sister-in-law. Not that they will admit it out loud but, they're already planning a wedding.
Felix and Agustin congratulated him, for finally having the guts to confess. (Bruno lied about him being the one to confess 'cause he thinks they will make fun of him. Which is something he should not be worried about, 'cause Pepa already told Felix, and Felix told Agustin, but they played along since they don't want Bruno to embarrass himself)
They're been together since, through the ups and downs. They fall harder for each other, each day.
Days turned into months and months turned into years, until the madrigal proposed to her. Finally making up his mind that he wants to spend his life with [name]. This was just the beginning, the beginning of their new life together.
This is me praying that. This was the very first page, not where the storyline ends
After 6 years of being in a relationship, they are finally being wed. Living happily with their three kids.
"Amor?" He mutters, drawing shapes at her back as they lie down on his bed, receiving a hum from his wife. "Thank you for confessing that day, otherwise we will still be friends right now.."
He felt her vibrate as she let out a laugh, "I knew you won't tell a soul when you like someone, so I took the step forward."
"Wait, are you saying.. you knew I've liked you for so long but you didn't say anything?"
"Remember the day I took you out to the field?"
"Yea, it was one of the best days of my life. Besides meeting you and our wedding, and maybe when our children were born‐"
"Bub, you're changing the topic again!" [Name] boop his adorable big nose, getting his attention quickly, making him giggle at her gesture.
"Oh, right sorry sorry! So that's the day you knew I like you?"
"I can't lie to you, at first I was jealous 'cause you talk so lovely about her, but when you say she was your best friend for the longest time, I was confused. Aren't I, your only best friend for the last 2 years, or you've been keeping secrets from me? But I was like 'no, Bruno won't lie to me!' And then I kept—" the [hair. color] continues to ramble, her facial expressions make him laugh, not because she looks funny, but it's because she is adorable.
My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again
Bruno is troubled, it's like he wasn't his usual self, he acts normal in front of everyone including his wife, but she knows something is troubling him.
His knocking on the wood is becoming a little aggressive than became, he crosses his fingers with every chance he gets.
He throws salt and sugar constantly, making [name] worry. Yes, it's normal for everyone for Bruno to do these things but, not every day, not every minute. He only did this once a week, so why is he doing all of this all of the sudden?
"Coràzon, talk to me... what's wrong?" She kneeled down from the bed to see his face since he's looking down on his lap, his distracted face is showing.
"It's nothing, I was just-"
"It's not nothing," she paused, grabbing his chin making him glace at her. "Hey, look at me. You know you can talk to me about everything, right? Come on now, take your time."
He shifted his eyes from the floor to her [eye. color] ones, "I've b-been having these nightmares, and I'm afraid of them coming true, 'cause I-I don't know if they're a vision or just a nightmare.." he cries, putting a hand of his eyes wanting to stop the tears, his wife put a comforting hand on his back, soothing him. "It hurts my head, It hurts my eyes, it hurts everyone. I hate this power. I don't know why they even call this thing a gift!" Standing up, she gave him an embrace, his head against her stomach. He buried his face in it, embarrassed that he just cried.
"It's okay, let it out amor... I'm here for you okay? They're just nightmares, do you want warm milk before we go to bed? Mateo likes it when I male some for him, 'cause it helps him sleep." He nodded quietly, snuggling farther. "If you have any more problems bothering you—you can always count on me, we'll solve it together. You don't have to get through this alone, okay? Promise me, Mi Vida."
"I promise."
His promise didn't last long as he peaked into Mirabel's future, seeing the disaster that was happening.
The house breaking, the magic in danger, with his niece in front of it. He knew what he had to do.
He approach his lovely wife, who had been dancing happily with their kids, his youngest was excited for Mirabel considering that he, Camilo, and Mirabel had the same age, Mirabel being the last one to get hers.
He didn't want to ruin the fun, so he continued his day as nothing happened. He kisses their foreheads like usual and plays with them.
These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you
[Name] felt like his kiss is unusual, it's like he's saying goodbye, or that she will disappear any moment. The woman shrugged it off, thinking that maybe he just missed her.
It was almost Mirabel's ceremony, his mother kept giving him a side-eye, sending shivers down his spine.
He knew he had to leave, right now, at this very moment.
The future-teller told them that he's not feeling well and he wanted to take a nap before attending the ceremony.
His kids hugged him, saying "feeling better soon, papà!", "Please don't miss Mira's ceremony, she will be sad!", "I can make you feel better, I have tia's arepa with me!"
He kissed all of them in the head, pretending like there's nothing wrong. Nothing is going on.
Pretending that he won't disappear from their lives.
He watch his other kids play with rats, as the oldest: Mateo stayed, "are you still continuing the rat game show after this? I really want to see who will win the big cheese!"
Stop. Stop making him have second thoughts, it's for their own good. People are already avoiding them just from knowing he's the father, thinking his children will be just as bad as him.
"Of course mijo! I'll be back before you know it!"
Stop. Stop lying. Please...
"Okay papà, you better keep your word!" His eldest giggled, running away from them due to being called out for help.
Finally facing his oh so lovely wife, he hugged her. Shoving his face between her neck and shoulder, inhaling her smell, he looks creepy right now but who cares? This will be the last time he will hug her like this.
He wants to change his decision, he thought of every possibility he could so he can stay with his family. But he can't, his creative brain runs out of ideas, which never happened before.
He had no choice, he had to. For the family. For Mirabel. For his children. For [name]
"You're crushing me, Mi Vida." Hearing that, he pulled away from her a little, still holding her by the waist, apologizing.
"Sorry, I just— miss you that's all."
"Are you okay? You've been acting weird all day, is it about the nightmares again? You can tell me anything, coràzon."
No, I can't tell you this one. Lo Siento, amor...
"Well, I just remembered Manuel, that's all. He was such a good rat.."
"So that's what's been bothering you," she paused, holding his face in her palm, kissing his nose. "He's in a better place now, bub. You can sleep now, but be there for Mirabel, she wants all of us to be there when she get her gift."
"I will."
More lies. Stop saying more lies, Bruno.
"But I was like 'no, Bruno won't lie to me' ", I'm sorry, mi Vida. I'm really sorry.
I broke your trust.
Pressing their forehead together, his mind kept repeating the same words,
"Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you."
"I love you. Y'know that, right?"
"I know, I love you too,"
Their lips collide, sharing their sweet last kiss. Bruno cherishes the moment, he didn't want this to end. He wants to stay, but it's for their own good.
He needs to stay away. He wants the best for his family, no one has to know about the vision.
"Te amo, amor... mi vida."
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the dark-haired man strolled to his way to his room, not after walking past his mother, who's been eyeing him since he came down.
"Have you looked into the future, bru-"
"not yet, mamà," he interrupted, "I'm gonna do it now, I'll be back after Mirabel's ceremony..."
"But you have to be there, Mirabel wants all of us to be there when she gets her gift."
"I know, but If you need me to look more in the future, I need more time..."
His mother sighed at his excuse, putting her fingers at the bridge of her nose. "Alright, since knowing why the candle keeps flickering is more important. After you have the vision, bring it to me immediately."
"Sì, mamà."
She dismissed him, rushing into his room, he packed his belongings, not much is in there.
His gaze drifted off to his wife's belongings, before deciding to pack it as well. He needs to cut off the bridge connecting his room and the stairs, [name] can't go there as well or she will see the vision once she step inside his cave.
He debated if he should give her a letter, anything. Just a warning that he left. Once he made his decision, he made sure that no one is there to see him leave. Good thing that everyone is busy downstairs, partying, cheering happily. He could see his niece and nephews as well as kids, dancing and playing. He didn't saw mirabel, so he assumed that she's with his mother.
He walk quietly, with a hood over his head, making his unnoticeable by the people. He watched them carefully, trying to see if they will see him moving, even in the corner of their eyes.
Then he saw her.
[Name] Madrigal, his beautiful loving wife. His heart sting as he stared at her, chatting with his sisters, unknown to the events that will happen after this day, it sadden him knowing that this will be the last time he will see her.
Please don't be in love with someone else! Please don't have somebody waiting on you!
It's been 5 years since the last ceremony, and [name]'s husband's disappearance. She moved in her daughter's room: Alondra, after finding out he had cut off the wooden bridge breaking the path into his room and vison cave.
The schedule of cleaning the table after dinner was her family, she could hear her daughter and youngest son played and tease each other while cleaning the floors and wiping the table.
Bruno watch through the cracks of the family tree, smiling to himself seeing how much they have grown.
The [hair.color] as well as her oldest son, washes the dishes. Mateo talked about his day on the town, and flusteredly admitted that he found a certain girl, pretty.
"Awww, my baby is growing up so fast! Already finding having romantic feelings on someone!" She grabbed his face, her hands still covered by bubbles, and kissing his big nose.
"Mamà! Stoooop, you have soap on your hands!" The teen tried to move away but his mother kept her place and kissing his nose to his forehead. "It was just a small crush, nothing serious like my past crushes when I was 12!"
"Oh? I can see how you talk about her, it's clear that you like her romantically!" She exclaim, finally finishing the dishes.
"How would you know, Mamà? Are you a love expert?" Her two children also became interested at their older brother's question, waiting for [name] to answer it.
She instead, pulled out two clear jars consist of 15-20 fireflies, with a bunch of leaves inside. Bruno and his kids watched closely as the [eye.color]-eyed put out the candles that lights up the kitchen, before releasing the fireflies.
The madrigals watched in awe at they floated gracefully around them.
"Do you guys know why I like fireflies so much?" The woman inquired, receiving a no from her children. "Your papà told me he likes me while we were watching these fireflies in a field."
This night is sparkling, don't you let it go! I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home!
"He did??! That is so romantic!"
"...it's kinda cringey of you ask me."
"That's... actually a great idea of confessing."
[Name] laughed at their comments, before correcting herself. "He didn't really confess, he dropped so many obvious hints that it's me-"
"So mamì, you're telling us that you assumed that the girl, papì is talking about is you?" Her youngest: Diego asked, pretending to think. All of them laugh, including Bruno once he saw his wife's face.
"Hey! He told me, she was his best friend for 2 years! I was his only girl best friend for two years! It's either me or he's hiding something, and I know my Bruno wouldn't lie about something like that." She proudly admits, a small giggles erupted.
Mateo then frowns, "yea, Papà wouldn't lie..."
" 'teo.."
"I'm sorry, Mamà" he shoots her an apologetic look before continuing. "but, I don't get why would he leave like that? He told me he will be back. He told me he will keep his word..." his eyes traveled to the family tree, "I barely remember his face..."
"Aye mijo, you don't know how much I want to go back.." Bruno mutters, he wants to comfort his son, telling him he was back, and he never really left.
"Why did... Papà leave, Mamà?" The girl asked, looking down. "Does he not love us anymore?"
"Mija, don't say that. Your Papà loves you three so much!" She felt them lean on her, "I don't know why he left, but what I do know, bruno won't leave without a reason."
"What kind of reason that's more important than your family?" Diego mumbled, to his dismay, his mother heard it.
"Diego, come on now. Your father have been through so much," she paused, "My guess is that he saw something in his vision, something big and terrible, and he didn't want that to happen so he left to stop it." Behind the painting, Bruno smiled at her words, he couldn't be more grateful that she's very understanding.
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
"You're too understanding for your own good, Mamà!"
"I'm just sharing what I assume happen, and my instincts are never wrong!'
"Yea, never wrong, just like the broom‐" her daughter started.
"Oh, the broom! Mamà said it can still sweep, but in reality-" her oldest continued.
"It only had a few strands and barely clean the floor!" The youngest finished, they all shared a laugh.
"Okay, I'm wrong sometimes." She admit, playfully, staring once again at the few fireflies left inside the house, while the others flee to their freedom.
This night is flawless, don't you let it go. I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew. I was enchanted to meet you
"It's late! Go to your rooms now, go, go, go!" [Name] shooed them, "don't forget to brush your teeth!"
"We won't!" Her oldest one stayed, while his sibling go to their rooms.
"You still haven't answered how you knew I like her, Mamà."
"Oh yea, I got carried away with the story!" Mateo giggling at her mistake, "It's just, the way your eyes lit up with you talk about her is the same ones your Papà gave me at the field."
~~
The woman sighed in exhaustion once she watch her child leave, before pulling out some leftovers. She beams at her little companions when they appeared near her, reaching out for the food.
"Here you go, eat well. Slow down, Juan! You'll choke, if you shoved it all!"
She watched as the rats run to god knows where, brings few foods that's untouched with the same grin she had ever since they came.
"Aye, Bruno." The [eye.color]-eyed whisper in the air, leaning on the counters, "I missed you— you don't know how hard to handle those kids!" She chuckled, convinced that she's going insane for talking to herself, "Te amo, mi vida."
"yo también te amo, mi amor." The madrigal replied, though he knew that she couldn't hear him. "I'm sorry, really. I'm not there to help you, but thank you for always being there for the kids."
Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you
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manehead · 3 months ago
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I am not worth a fight
In which Reader has a short temper and will always defend Bruno, no matter what (bit dramatic)
“Tú! How dare you? Stop mistreating and accusing him like it’s his fault! Did he predict something bad about your future? News flash! He can only see what is going to happen, he has no control over it!”, you snapped, feeling everyone’s eyes on your figure.
To be completely fair, you really didn’t mean to cause a scene; you had tried to clench your teeth while you and Bruno were at the plaza watching amused el pequeño Antonio playing with his friends, catching all those people glancing at the man near you, whispering mean comments.
And yet you didn’t react because you knew Bruno’d be too embarrassed and self conscious about having all that attention on himself; but seeing him shifting uncomfortable under those spiteful eyes, gulping nervously as he couldn’t even enjoy his precious time with his nephew, struggling to pretend that everything was fine, made your blood boil in your veins.
Still, you hadn’t say a word — definitely not thinking about how liberating it would have felt to punch each one of them.
That was until some older man decided to ruin the day completely and marched in Bruno’s direction shouting about some vision which had showed his estúpida collection of cactus completely dried out.
“Tù! Aquí estás! It’s your fault! It’s all your fault! You made my cactus die! Él malo Bruno—“
The whole situation would have been almost hilarious, something you and Bruno would have laughed at and shared at dinner with his familia that night, begging Camilo to turn into the man to show how ridiculous he had been, if it wasn’t for the fact that that specific man had followed Bruno around for days in order to get a vision, even though the curly haired man was obviously busy and warned him of the possible consequences — as he always did.
Your head turned around to a worried Bruno, who was attempting to become smaller, hiding in his shoulders, preparing to defend himself as the man looked like he was ready to throw hands at him. It made you even angrier — that was the last straw. So, you finally snapped.
“Él es maldito! My collection of cactus, mi preciosa collection! One whole year of struggles—“
“Oh, cry me a river! I bet you didn’t even took proper care of your plants. Besides, may I remind you it was you who followed him around not caring about what he was doing, questioning and insisting even though he told you clearly it wasn’t a good idea and yet, you are the one complaining!”, you took a step forward in his direction with each word.
“It— it’s not that— I didn’t—“, he stammered, looking around trying to find some back up, his façade quickly coming down as he began to retreat nervously.
“Escucha me, Bruno is way too nice and gentle to say anything, you don’t deserve him, but let me give you a vision myself, if you”, you pointed your finger against all the villagers, “If any of you keeps bothering Bruno nonsense, you will have to deal with me, and I am most definitely not playing around”, you threatened firmly, not trying to hold back the rage anymore.
Everyone looked at you in silence, staring back between you and Bruno, who hadn’t say anything yet, or locking their gaze on the ground, no one even daring to add any other word to your speech.
You couldn’t help but grin at your victory, yet your smile soon dropped when you heard Bruno hissing firmly to you, “Vamos”, grabbing your arm. “Tonito, I bet Dolores is already coming, just wait for her right here”. The little one nodded, offering you a worried smile. Mierda.
The two of you remained silent during the whole trip back to Casita, letting you eventually come to your senses with what you just did in the village.
Maldición, did you actually say all of that? Even though you could have been way meaner— No. Bad idea.
Cursing at yourself for being so impetuous, you wished you could see Bruno’s face in order to find any sign of anger or worst, disappointment, but he was walking a few steps ahead and, honestly, you didn’t have the gut to ask him to stop and turn around.
You went back to the Casita and he hadn’t look back to you even once, he simply continued walking towards his room. Terror was now spreading in your body: not knowing how he was feeling was killing you slowly and without mercy. You felt your stomach twisting and your mouth was dry. What if he is mad? He could be mad. He has the right to be mad. He looks mad. I didn’t mean to overstep, he knows I did mean well. He knows it, right?
“Bruno, please, let me—“, you blurted out once in his room, trying desperately to save what could be saved, but one harsh look from Bruno was enough to shut your mouth. You gulped waiting for your destiny, like you were going to be put through the wringer.
“You didn’t have to say any of that. What were you thinking?”, he questioned bitter, his voice deeper than it had ever been. He was definitely mad. “I am used to it, I am used to being looked up and down and- and talked back, but you— you can’t be the one people get mad at, you don’t deserve that kind of treatment, so what made you think it was a good idea for you to say that? Why did you defend me? Now those people will assume things—“.
“Let them”, you mumbled under your breath. Bruno sighed, shaking his head, not daring to dig any further in that. “No, they can’t. I won’t let them. I won’t let them say bad things about you because you felt pity for me”.
“You think that’s why I said all of that?”, you asked shocked. “You don’t deserve the way they treat you! No está bien just because you are used to it, Bruno!”, you were getting yourself worked up here, again. “Are you being for real?”.
“Sí!”, he yelled, taking you by surprise. “I am being for real, because what is going to happen when people will get the idea that maybe we are—“, he gesticulated with his hands between the two of you, as he searched for the right word “— close, and will start mistreating you for that, and you will eventually grow into hating me like everyone else, and will leave me alone because that’s what’s gonna happen, I know it, I have been there! Èl maldito Bruno deserves nothing but this loneliness—“, your head felt dizzy. You had been so careless. All he cared about was you.
His eyes shifted to a light green because of his intense emotions and you couldn’t help noticing the tears forming in the corners. “Deja. Deja, lo entiendo Bruno”, you begged him.
“I am not saying anything that it’s not true”. He looked at you completely defeated, tired, sad and you hated each one of those people who had ever made him feel bad about himself.
“I promise you I am not going anywhere—“, he chuckled, a knowing, melancholy smile on his face. “Lo dices ahora”, he whispered. You came closer to where he was, watching his eyes light up in surprise.
“Sí, I say this now, but I do know myself, you know me, and when I tell you that I stood up for you not out of pity but because I genuinely care about you, and not because we may be— close, but because you do deserve love and acceptance like everyone else, I need you to believe my words”, his eyes followed attentively your steps, until the two of you were only a few inches away from each other.
“I understand that life hasn’t been very easy for you, but I intend to be part of yours for a long time, if you will let me”, at this point tears were rolling down on both of your faces. You gently caressed his cheek, resting your hand and letting him slowly lay there. “And if you will have me, you will also get these parts, where I will pick up fight with people for how they treat you, or I will get mad at you when you don’t recognise your own worth, and I will work my ass off, reminding you everyday how amazing you are and that you deserve every kindness in this world if that is what it takes to make you believe me”, you stated. His hand was now on yours, a crocked smile forming on his lips.
“…People will assume things—“, he repeated. “Why do you keep saying that?”, you asked. “I don’t want your status to be dragged down because of me”.
“What—?”. “People will assume we are— ay, cómo puedo— you know… together”, he mumbled, spreading butterflies into your stomach just at the thought of the possibility.
“As I said, let them”.
He shook his head. “You don’t know what you are talking about. You don’t want that”, you don’t want me, he wanted to add. Shifting from the previous position, he took a step back, not looking at you anymore.
“How do you know that?”, you uttered, feeling hurt: does he really think that little about me?. “Can you stop thinking about what everyone else is gonna believe for one moment? Could you stop assuming what I—“
“I don’t have that privilege! En verdad, I don’t understand why we are even discussing it in the first place, it is not like you have any feelings for me at all!”. Silence filled the room. His chest was going up and down due to his rage, his heavy breathing the only sound other than your incessant heartbeat.
You felt your ears ringing. Now, you have to tell him how you feel now. It’s now or never: but no words escaped your mouth.
Bruno sighed defeated and started mumbling to himself, fidgeting with his ruana: “Entonces, I will go back to the village and explain to everyone that you really didn’t mean what you said before and everything will be fine—“.
“I do”, you admitted whispering, not daring to look at him.
He stopped his ranting. “Qué?”.
You gulped, fighting to gain the courage you needed to speak up. “I do have feelings for you. I had for a while. So, if people start assuming things it wouldn’t— I mean, I wouldn’t complain”, great speech, you thought.
“You don’t have to say that—“
“Bruno—“
“Por favor, don’t lie to me—“
“Dios, would you stop assuming things and let me talk!”
Bruno stayed quiet and in order to avoid meeting his gaze, you went on: “It drives me mad that people mistreat you, not when you are so kind and gentle, and I get it, I am a mess, so sí, I wasn’t thinking about how you would have felt about it, y lo siento, I am sorry about that, but not about what I said because I meant it and I would do it again. I will pick up a thousand fights for you, because you are so worth it”, you sighed, the urge of saying how you felt was so strong, winning over all your fears, and all those emotions you had desperately wanted to keep secret, that you had kept locked deep down for so long, were now screaming to be heard.
“Te amo, Bruno. Not out of pity, but truly and fondly and hardly, seriously, sometimes it takes a lot just not to kiss you and— and other things— and, fuck, I had a point, I wanted to give you a big speech about this because it feels big to me, and—“ you had now lost control over your words, praying that the earth could just dig an huge hole and let you fall in it. “And I love you and it feels so good to be able to say it out loud, I love you, and you deserve the world and more, and I love you, no one will ever make me want to not be with you, and I love you and now I have to shut up, fuck, stop—“.
Realising you had been holding your breath this entire time, you exhaled, forcing yourself to look at Bruno’s face, because you had to know: he was left completely speechless, his cheeks still wet with tears but his eyes were now sparkling, and, you wouldn’t dare to be sure, wouldn’t dare to hope, but a tiny smile was now appearing on his lips.
“I am not lying. Por favor, say something”, you begged.
Not dropping his smile, Bruno came slowly closer. “You’re shivering”, he observed. You rolled your eyes, physically forcing yourself not to run away. “No me diga…”.
Bruno cupped your face in his hands, so kindly, so tenderly. “You smell good”, you whispered so softly he thought he imagined it. Regret came across your face and Bruno let out a little laugh and seriously, you were going to combust. “You’re shivering too”.
Your hearts were pounding so hard against your chests and all you could think about was how close he was standing. “Did you mean it?”, you caught that subtle doubting in his voice again and all you wanted was for that to disappear. “Do you really love me?”.
“Didn’t you notice?” you couldn’t help to not let slip out how desperate you were.
“I never dared to hope that, honestly. Not with you, not me”, his voice cracked. He was now caressing your cheek with his thumb.
“Do you— I mean, well… Do you— No, alright… Lo siento, I promise I am better at this, it’s just that you are so close and your eyes are so green and I am mumbling all over again, please show a little mercy on me—“, his lips were now way too close to yours. His smile was so beautiful you had to restrain yourself not to kiss him right there.
“If only you knew for how long I have been waiting for this — These words, from you”, his voice sounded so incredulous. Bruno stared at you for what seemed like years, still smiling, as you were the most beautiful miracle he had ever seen in his life.
“Alright, let me.. I am sorry amor, lo siento if I can’t express well what I feel, but, it feels so unreal—“, he confessed, his voice trembling, “I couldn’t even — How could you love me? I didn’t stand a chance. When you stood up for me, I felt— overwhelmed by all these emotions, fear, love, protectiveness, and I got mad, y lo siento, because I know how it feels like to be left out and the idea of you being mistreated, or even just the thought of you walking away from me— No. You light up every room you are in, you are breathtaking, eres la razón de mi sonrisas, la única—“, you gave a small whimper, smiling tenderly. “The idea of you loving me—”, he shook his head. “Not even en mi sueños”.
“Funny of you to say that, because I feel like I am dreaming”.
You both giggled softly. Your forehead were now touching, his hands still gently on your burning cheeks. His eyes searched yours. “Then I really don’t want to wake up”, he whispered, brushing his lips to yours, so kindly asking for your consent.
You finally kissed him, a kiss you had wanted for as long as you could remember, and it was even better than anything you ever expected. He was better than anything you ever expected. His lips locked perfectly with yours, as you both grinned into it. His hands grabbed your waist, as yours were on his neck, holding each other closer as you could, feeling the need, after all that time, to be juntos.
“Te amo”, he confessed, putting so careful a small lock of hair behind your ear. “Gracias por fighting for me, for not giving up on me— gracias”.
You gave him another kiss. “I will always fight for you, Bruno. You are so worth it”.
“You know, I thought you were going to punch that guy”
“Maybe I should have—“
“Oy—“
“Qué? It isn’t like he didn’t deserve it, or do you think I couldn’t handle him?”
“No, mi amor, I am sure you could. I was actually worried about him”
“Ah, a quien lo importa— there’s nothing Julieta’s arepas can’t pull back together”
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ratsprophet · 3 months ago
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Illicit affairs (pt. 5) +18
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Bruno Madrigal x reader
Warnings: smut, +18
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Note: you didn’t ask for it, but I wanted to ha! 🤠 sorry this took a little longer than the other chapters, I’ve been a little busy, not that you care, but here’s finally the last part, I really hope you like it, I enjoyed writing it and the series in general. I really love your interactions, so feel free to comment on anything:) ps: I hope I’m not missing anyone on the taglist, and I couldn’t tag some people, sorry I’m not an expert here hehe, anyway:
“What was that?” you tried to ignore it, as you sat on the table among everyone.
“The snacks, you said you’d bring more snacks? From the kitchen?” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, yeah, there weren’t any. Sorry kids, those are all the snacks” Bruno said, sitting by your side, trying to sound convincing. All his nieces and nephews giving you two a funny look.
“Right…” said Isabella after an awkward silence.
“So… we just ignore what’s going on?” asked Mirabel.
“I will” said Luisa as she took a bite of her food, “you’re welcome”.
“There’s nothing to ignore, let’s just move on, right?” You suggested, looking at everyone.
“I really like you as a Tía” little Antonio surprised you from across the table “just so you know” he gave you an innocent smile and you couldn’t help but to smile and sigh. This was going to be a long night.
Everyone danced, everyone drank, everyone ate. Everybody was having so much fun. You danced a lot with Bruno, teaching him new moves, feeling his body loosen and relax more and more with every song, you could see his smile grow when he realized how much fun was it to let yourself get carried away with the music, moving to the rhythm and the beat, feeling one with the songs.
In a certain moment of the night, when Isabella was more relaxed and drunk than you had ever seen her, she came to you, grabbed you by the shoulders and said:
“Amiga, platonic my ass. You go to him and be happy, I know you too well. Life’s short, live your truth” and she walked away dancing. Yeah, that was powerful. It had been a long night, you needed some air, so you walked out to the riverside.
You played throwing some rocks at the river while stars began to show through the colors of the sunset.
“So, the problem’s fixed, huh?”
“Dolores also told you that?”
“No, she didn’t tell us anything… anything very specific. But that’s not it, it’s the big smiles when you walked in. He didn’t really mean that, right?”
“No, he didn’t. It’s complicated. I think he has a few problems with his self-esteem, I just wish he could see himself through my eyes, or the people who love him… he is not even close to what people used to say about him”
“You know, I grew up scared of him, my mom always used to say those things, made m wonder if she hated him, and after he came back I realized she used to say that to cope… to trick herself into thinking she did not miss him so much. She really loves him, so does everyone here… and I think you’re good for him. You’re a great couple”
“Oh, no, no, we’re not a couple, yet”
“Come on, you’re telling me you don’t want to be? The way you look at each other is disgustingly silly, like hearts coming out your eyes like a cartoon”
“Maybe… oh my god, your mom is going to kill me”
“She doesn’t need to know… yet”
“You think they would be okay with this? Your mom, Julieta, Abuela…”
“I mean, they would probably freak out a little, you know” he giggled “but I think… they would be happy for him. To have someone who loves him like that. They haven’t been alone, my mom has my dad and Tía Julieta has Agustín, but Bruno… I don’t remember anyone ever mentioning him having a partner”
“Really? Not even when he was younger?”
“Nope. Maybe he hasn’t had anyone, maybe he had someone and it didn’t go well, who knows? Who cares? Now he has you”.
“I really like him, you know. It would be nice to have something… perhaps I could end up being your Tía”
“Meh, that wouldn’t be the worst thing, but I’d appreciate if you didn’t remind me IF that happens” you laughed and there was a silent peaceful moment.
“Thank you” you said as you put your hand on his shoulder “you’re a great niece” you joked.
“So I keep getting told” he giggled.
“Let’s go” you said as you walked to Casita and he followed you. The party was already on its last stage, where everyone was saying goodbye, most people had already gone home, even some of the family members had already gone to sleep. Bruno had not, he had been waiting for you to get back, sitting in the stairs, and when he saw you a peculiar spark shined in his eyes.
“And you really believed he didn’t like you? When he sees you like that? And I thought you were quick” Camilo said beside you, you responded with a nudge, making him groan.
“Ouch! Alright, you’re quick. But please, go with him before he loses it” he suggested, you rolled your eyes, but did as he said. You approached Bruno, gave him a sweet smile.
“(Y/n), could you… come to my room? I need to show you something…” he asked, you could see excitement in his eyes.
“I’d love to, I like surprises” you took his hand, he reassured you with a smile, and you both walked to his room in the middle of a party ending. He guided you into the room you had been to before, letting go of your hand
He carefully handed you the piece of paper with your face craved into. You could really see yourself there, your eyes, nose, mouth drawn with so much resemblance, detail, care. Love. You held the drawing so carefully like it was a treasure and it was so fragile you had to handle it like a precious jewel. After admiring it for a few seconds, you lifted you eyes to look at him. His beautiful orbs staring at you with doubt and tenderness.
“You like it?” he asked.
“I love it, Bruno… it’s beautiful” the corners of your moth lifted to a smile.
“Well, I tried, I didn’t want to show you because, you know, it’s not as beautiful as you are” he blinked rapidly and seemed nervous. You sighed, turned around and hung the paper in the wall, then returned to him and grabbed his hand to take it to your cheek.
“Thank you, really. It’s the nicest thing someone has done for me” you could see his face blushing under your touch. He dared to put his other hand in the other side of your face, pulling you slowly closer to his face, and just like that, kissing you again.
His kiss was very sweet, but you could also feel his urge to taste every inch of your mouth. Your hands moved to mimic his, feeling the blood vessels of his neck beat, caressing the skin softly, wishing there was more of him you could touch. You moved your hands slowly down, going from his chest, where you could feel his heart pumping so fast you thought it was going to explode, to his abdomen, provoking him to tremble a bit, letting out a small groan, and then to his waist and back, where you set your hands firmly and pulled him closer, only then feeling a bump crashing with your front, making him whine in your lips. He pushed away gently but shaking, blushed, and breathing heavily.
“I-I’m sorry, it’ll pass, I didn’t mean for… to make you uncomfortable or anything” he apologized, pulling his ruana down, trying to hide his crotch. You were flushed, trying hard to keep eye contact with him, with your lips still parted from the kiss. He looked down, embarrassed. This man was touch starved and you had given him something he had desired for a very long time. You wondered if this reaction what have happened if anyone else did touch him like that… perhaps it was just you. You wished it was just you.
“Don’t worry…” you took a step closer, used your hand to lift his chin gently, making him look at you, he was struggling to do so. “It’s not a problem”. He holds his breath, closing his eyes, feeling your hand softly caressing his cheek and then his neck as you pull him closer to you before finally closing the space between your lips and his again. Unsure of how to proceed, he moved his hands to your waist as you trail yours to his hair, tangling your fingers with his curls and pulling slightly as you heard him whine. He surprises you with the pleasant sensation of his teeth nibbling your lips with urge, making you let out a small groan and speeding up your breathing. You clumsily guide him to his bed and then traced your hands to his back, pulling his ruana up as he allows it. You throw it to the side of the bed, push him lay down, blushing when he sees you pull up the fabric of your skirt to allow you comfortably place your knees on the sides of his hips, with a flirty smile you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands playing with his hair when you rubbed your inseam with his crotch over his clothes, making him close his eyes as a groan escapes him. You leant to catch his mouth again in a kiss, hands trailing down his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt and then touching his bare skin. he began to grow more confident as he placed kisses to your jawline and down your neck, then returning to your mouth. His hands set on your hips, holding you tightly as the blood began to rush to his member. You moved your hips slightly to feel his reaction. He whimpered as the friction building up between your center and his crotch started to hurt.
“(y/n)” he moans in your mouth; you separate just enough to see his agitated face begging you to do something.
“Just a sec” you say with a playful smile, took a moment to trail your sight around every detail in his face, “you’re very pretty, Bruno. You’re very pretty”. Not giving him time to respond, you moved a little to allow your hands to unbutton and unzip his pants, him trembling under your touch as you released his needy cock, already dripping precum. You enrolled your hands around his base and gave an experimental stroke, making him jump and throw his head back, a moan escaping him. You placed sweet kisses on his jaw as your hand began to speed up its movements, which he quickly stopped by grabbing your wrist.
“I want… you” he got to say between tight breaths, finally speaking up for what he wanted.
“Alright, as you wish” you said, letting him go. You stood up to reach under your skirt and remove your underwear under his needy look, green eyes starting to glow. You returned to your position, holding your skirt to let your wetness feel his pulsing member. You moved back and forth, rubbing his length against your folds. His grip on your hips tightening as he hid his face on your neck and your hands tracing the hair on his chest. After a moment that you considered fair, you lifted your body and guided with your fingers his cock to your entrance, sitting down again, pushing in as he tried to hold a loud moan by biting your neck. You waited a second there to feel all his length and thickness inside you, your walls clenching around. You started to go up and down, holding him with your arms, his warm breaths hitting the soft flesh of your neck, his hands set tightly on your hips. Moans and breathless whines take over that room.
You leaned over to make him lay on his back, adjusting your thighs rubbing the skin of his hipbones, putting your hands on his chest, caressing the flesh around his nipples while moving your hips in a circular motion while going up and down, you could feel the constant beats of his heart as his torso moved with your pace. He took his hands to his face, tangling with the curls that were covering his glowing eyes, the pleasure on his expression, his moth parted from the moaning that he couldn’t keep in.
“Let me see you” you said between breaths, then grabbed his hands and pinned them to the sides of his head, interlacing your fingers with his, discovering his sweaty face filled with ecstasy, his back arching from the pleasure and rush of sensations he was having; grunts and moans escaping his mouth, his eyes glowing, half lidded, not being able to control his expression. A rush of pure delightfulness travelling through his whole body as he squeezed your hands, making you speed up the pace over his core until your movements became erratic, feeling closer and closer, when a loud moan came out of him, mothing your name on it, as you could feel his spill on your inside. Not so long after, you had your climax, so then you could let yourself rest over his torso, his member starting to soften inside you, his hands climbing to hold your lower back as if he tried to pull you closer to him.
“I’m sorry, I’m not really good at…”
“No, no, no, Bruno. It was amazing. I really enjoyed it. Did you like it?” You asked getting up a little bit to rest your chin on his chest, giving him a tender smile he reciprocated and caressing his cheek.
“I loved it. E-every moment, I felt in heaven” you reassured with your smile,
“Does this mean that…” he swallowed spit, you could feel his Adam’s apple trembling up and down in his neck. “We’re… something?”
“We could try something. Do you want us to be something?”
“Yes. I-I mean, if you want it too, but you don’t have to, it’s okay if you aren’t interested in being with me- “
“Your dick is inside of me, Bruno, you’re literally inside of me. Isn’t that enough of a clue?” You teased and he blushed and chuckled, you went on.
“We can try, Bruno. We don’t have to rush, we can get to know each other, go on dates… and see where it goes”
“You think my sisters and my mom will be okay with it?” He asked you with genuine concern, he was still insecure of his actions in his family’s eyes.
“I wish I knew but, you shouldn’t worry about that. I do know that they love you infinitely and will just be happy to see you happy. They’re your family after all. But… I’m not going to lie, I’m worried about Pepa, you’re her little brother, I don’t think she’ll precisely love me after this, but, it’s a risk I’m going to take. I couldn’t miss a chance to be with the prettiest man I’ve ever seen” you said playfully as you tangled one of your fingers in a wild curl from the side of his head, skimming the flesh of his ear, giving him chills with the nervous smile that had formed into his mouth. God, this man blushed so easily, but he looked gorgeous, so it’s not like you were complaining.
“S-so, uhm. Yeah, I hope they’re okay with it…” he mumbled and stretched his neck to give you a tender kiss in your forehead, and then you rested your cheek on his chest, feeling the up and downs of his breathing, closing your eyes to feel whole and enjoy this little moment after a nice memory you hoped wouldn’t be the last.
“Dios mío, this was it!” he said a little bit too loudly, from the sudden.
“What? What do you mean?” you asked, confused.
“The vision, it was this moment” he rushed to say as he reached up with his hand to grab something under his pillow. It was the glowing green plaque you had seen him with the day before, and you grabbed it from his hands to see what was in it. Suddenly, you knew what he meant. The image craved into the plaque was you two, right now. Holding each other, you on top of him, his chest naked.
“You saw this yesterday?” You asked “did you know we were going to have sex?”
“Uh-uhh, erm… I didn’t know we were having… sex, I thought, I mean, you cannot tell what we’re doing in that vision, it looks like a hug, right?” He lied not to make it weird. He saw it happening, the last moments of it and this was what ended up being craved into the plaque, but he did see it happening, but didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
“And you kept it under your pillow? For… okay. You know what, I don’t need to know. I just need to take a break. It’s been a long day and it’s very comfortable in here. Hold me tight, will you?” You knew he lied, but didn’t want to make him any more flustered, it had been a lot for today, the man needed a time up, and you did too, so you rested your head back in his chest.
After some minutes of rest, realizing it was already late, you began to get up, giving him the same forehead kiss on the way, while releasing his member and moving to his side to leave.
“You don’t want to stay?” He asked with his puppy eyes.
“We’re not there yet” you joked “also, I gotta get home. My parents will be worried” you added getting up and putting your underwear back on, starting to leave.
“Wait! I’ll walk you home, just give me a minute” he rushed to say, looking for something to clean himself, you laughed at the scene and walked out.
“I’ll wait for you at the door!” You added before leaving his room and walking down the hallway to the stairs. A smile in your face, breathless sighs, peace, and joy flooding your mind. What a beautiful night. You weren’t even thinking, your body was on autopilot, so you crashed didn’t notice Dolores’s door opening right ahead and her coming out, standing with a blank stare in front of you, she scared you and you jumped, coming out of your thoughts.
“Next time, I’m begging you. Let me know so I can get earplugs. That’s it” she said before coming back into her room and closing the door, suddenly, just like it had opened.
Damn. You really couldn’t hide anything in this house.
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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 4 months ago
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2 things I think happened BEFORE Encanto:
1. After Bruno made the comment to Pepa on her wedding day, because he ruined the perfect clear skies Abuela sent him away and didn’t let him watch his sisters wedding.
2. After Bruno decided to leave the family and chose to stay in the room adjacent to the kitchen, Casita opened up the crack in the family picture so he could watch and have meals with his family.
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ratgodbizz · 4 months ago
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✿𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚕✿
★Bruno Madrigal x GN!Reader
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✭Heavily touched starved- I mean, the man lived in the walls for 10 years.
✭Likes to be near you at all times with fingers intertwined, his head on your chest, you cuddled up to him- anything that has you close.
✭Loves to perform and tell you his telenovas, getting heavily into character with voice changes and going into drastic detail about the plot
✭Can get relatively loud when going into detail about things he loves, you might have to tell him to quiet down in gentle ways.
✭Loves cuddling while facing you, one arm wrapped tightly around you, other either gently rubbing underneath your eye or tangled in your hair.
✭He will literally cry if you do the same.
✭Praise is a huge thing he likes- just tell him hes worth love and that hes not a bad omen.
✭He literally is constantly knocking on wood and tossing salt over his shoulder for good luck, show him that he doesn't need to do it so often and that hes a good person.
✭Can get very insecure- assure him you're not leaving
✭I mean, he really was shunned his whole life because his gift was seen as bad.
✭Needs a s/o who can put up with his insecurities and be his shoulder to cry on
✭Gentle back rubs as he sobs in your shoulder is a must
✭Pepper kisses on his face- he'll totally be red as shit by the end
✭"Mi Amor- what are you doing?" he asks, face flushing a crimson red and voice cracking a bit.
"nothing mi vida" you say while just oh so calmly kissing his face.
✭He totally deserves it too <3
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elfwoodfae · 3 months ago
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“Entiérrame Tus Espinas” Bruno Madrigal x reader.
Author’s note: this is a part two for “hombre y mujer” but it can be read as a stand alone.
Warnings: Angst, SMUT MDI! 18+
Part 1
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“Bruno… Bruno stop” Your hurried feet carry you after him, sprinting through the house, your hand grazing his ruana as you try to catch him and stop him. He pays no mind to what you say, only running faster, nearing his door, nearing his hiding place.
“Bruno please….please stop” you try again out of breath, trying desperately to get to him before he disappears for who knows how long in one of his hiding spots.
He runs up the stairs, his foot catching on one of the steps, nearly tripping him over but he manages to catch himself on time, reaching his door and pushing in, trying to close it before you can get in the room, but you move faster pushing against it and successfully following behind him.
“Please” he begs, neither of you know what exactly he is asking for but you can see slowly how his wall is crumbling down, his eyes beginning to glass over but he fists his hand, trying hard to stay strong in front of you. To show you he is strong that he can handle it, that you aren’t with a pathetic baby who can’t hold onto anything.
“Bruno stop, please talk to me,” you try, slowly reaching a hand out to coax him closer but he only moves backwards, putting more distance between you both.
“It’s nothing, y/n, it’s nothing,” you can see him frantically denying with his head, trying desperately to hold back a sob as his hand shake in front of him.
“Okay, okay if it’s fine then let’s go back, everyone is worried.” You try again, moving towards him, offering him your hand to take.
“I don’t want to go back, I can’t… is my fault I ruined it, please I ruined it….I ruined it…” he is falling into a spiral, he is loosing the internal battle he holds within himself. He doesn’t understand how anything bad that happens could not be related to him, he always ruins everything, he always disappoints everyone.
“Bruno it’s not your fault, come here, Bruno it’s okay let’s just talk about it.” Panic is beginning to settle over you, no longer is he a rat but rather a caged animal, ready to snap and bounce, the emotions going through him are quickly changing from panic to anger to blame and guilt.
“You need to leave, there’s so much better than me out there, I will ruin you and you will hate me like everyone does.” Tears are gathering in his eyes, his hands run through his hair, his breathing becoming erratic.
This is the same argument he always brings up, the one no matter how much you reassure him won’t happen keeps pushing forward in between you both.
“Stop that, you know I won’t leave Bruno don’t say that.” You move closer to him, your temper quickly getting the better of you. “that’s what you do, you are afraid and you push me away! You run and you hide and refuse to open up about it to anyone! Did that work out for you last time? Did it fix everything to hide yourself away!?” You push, and you push too far until he breaks.
“Don’t do that, please, please no, don’t go there, don’t do it…” he breaks, tears spilling down his face and he can’t even look at you before turning around and stumbling up the stairs to his vision cave. Guilt takes over you quickly, a thick swallow breaking at your throat, you pushed him too far, those were doors never meant to be knocked on, wounds never to be looked at and somehow you had opened every single one of them in only a few seconds, so much for the love you claim to have for him, all the times you swore to never let anyone hurt him but it’s you who has twisted the knife on his heart.
It hasn’t been easy, even after being married for nearly six months is still hard for him to let you in, to let you get close to him and you are patient with him, you give him space, you give him the time he needs to start coming out of his shell. But still when the visions, the nightmares come he always hides away, he always stays away far from your reach, he is still scared of them, and you try to reassure him that you are here, that he is not at fault for whatever it is he may see, but years of pain and suffering, of blame and hurt cannot be erase from existence in a year or in ten. There are still moments where you think all the progress done between you both, all the comfort and safety you have built, the trust you have in each other will come crumbling down, and everytime it feels as if it will be the last time he will try to let you close, and the last time you will try to take his demons and make them yours, all to take his pain away.
This is one of those moments, one of those visions that tear into his soul, scar him so deeply he can’t take it and flees, he hides, not even the comfort of your arms enough of a promise to coax him out. You follow him, like you always do, and he usually stays, he usually lets you comfort him, but something has changed, lately he hasn’t allowed you to interfere, he hasn’t let you help him, he has distanced himself from you, and the visions just seem to be getting worse and worse. Julieta tries, she tries to help her baby brother, to talk to him, but he pushes her away too, he hides within the house in places no one can find him for days, not even Mirabel who has always been close to him, it feels as if any moment now he will go back to the walls to never leave again.
You don’t blame him if he does this time around, after all you have just deliver what could be the final blow. He doesn’t deserve it, the words you have thrown at his face, and regret had filled you the moment they had escaped your mouth, but it was too late now to apologize for them, he wouldn’t believe you even if you tried, the only thing you can do now is give him time.
It’s almost a full week that he stays hidden for; you haven’t seen him, no one has in fact, Julieta leaves a plate of food in the kitchen for him every night, family dinners have become somewhat awkward, they ask about him but everyday is the same answer, you haven’t seen him. Not even Mirabel has, you would think that by now she would have found him, but not even the rats are telling Antonio anything. The nights are the worst, the bed feels cold without him, most of the time you lay awake, hoping he will make a noise, the anxiety of the situation turning your stomach in knots.
You turn around in the bed, the moon shining through the window, playing shadows on the walls from the trees outside. A single tear rolls down your cheek, making you bury your face into his pillow, the one you are currently holding onto for dear life. It smells like him, incense and jasmine. Sitting up slowly you move the blankets out of your legs, getting up and walking slowly to the wall opposite of the bed, lifting your hand to softly caress it, hoping he is behind, hoping he can feel it.
“I’m so sorry,” you murmur, a tear rolling down your cheek, eyes closing as more begin to escape.
“Mi amor I’m so sorry, por favor perdoname.” You are full on sobbing now, your body squatting down to the floor, kneeling as you cry.
“Bruno please come back, amor come back, I need you, I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve the words I said, you are the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me, amor you are my angel, my light, eres mi luna y mis estrellas amor, por favor, I’m so sorry, I am the one who doesn’t deserve you, please forgive me even if I don’t deserve your forgiveness amor please.” Your body trembles with every cry, tears wetting your nightgown, your hand touching the wall as more sobs abandon you.
The floorboards creak from behind the wall, footsteps echo as they move from somewhere within the room and out of your range of hearing. Your eyes follow the noise, holding your breath when you see the doorknob beginning to turn.
He opens the door slowly, almost afraid of moving too fast, he is scare of your reaction to him, of how you will feel towards him after he disappeared once again for the longest time he has ever been gone again. His head is hanging low, his eyes on the floor as he approaches you with careful steps. You quickly get up, running in his direction and wrapping him on your arms, bringing him down to the floor with you, as more tears escape you and your hands fists into his ruana, holding onto him. His shaking hands find your face, moving to the back of your head through your hair, moving you forward towards his chest as he buries his face in your neck.
“I’m so sorry,” you say against his chest, tears wetting his ruana.
“No, no you…you don’t have anything to apologize for I’m sorry I ruined it..” he begins but before he can continue you cut him off.
“Bruno, Bruno mi vida mi tesoro” you move his head back from your neck, your hands on his cheeks as you make him look at you. “Mi amor you haven’t ruined anything, amor it’s not your fault, is mine, I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve those words, they aren’t true, I didn’t mean them, I know this can’t take the pain I caused you back but please amor, don’t blame yourself anymore, I was angry, I was angry that you were pulling away from me, instead of understanding that you needed me to be strong, to understand you because you were scared, please forgive me amor. Please understand that I’m here and you don’t need to be alone, that you don’t ruin things, that even when you feel like you need to hide, that you need to disappear please please don’t push me away, please don’t close yourself off of me, you are the biggest blessing I have, you are my whole world amor, tu eres mi vida, mi tesoro, eres mi rey, te amo, te amo mucho cariño, nunca nunca sientas que te tienes que alejar de mi.” You can see his tears falling, his eyes widening as his hands tighten around you. Nodding frantically once, twice he moves closer to you, nudging his nose against yours as you close your eyes, his hands cradling the sides of your head, his lips ghosting over yours, he had missed you, he had missed the sense of intimacy you always brought over him. He had grown to love you, to need you.
His lips crash over yours, softly kissing you, his thumbs drying the tears left behind over your cheeks. Your hands move over his chest, snaking around his neck and settling on the sides, thumbs softly caressing his stubbled jaw. His hands move down your shoulders, grabbing your waist and lifting you over him, leaving you straddling him. His hands move over your back, fingers softly caressing your skin, moving down until they find the hem of your nightgown, his fingers sneaking inside and trailing over your skin, leaving goosebumps on their wake.
You can still feel his body shake under yours, his eyes close and his lips kissing along your jaw, down your neck, delivering soft bites onto your skin. The floor is not the most comfortable place of all, but it’s the first time he has deliberate initiated this kind of intimacy, and you won’t dare stop him now. Your hands move to pull at his ruana, making him lift his arms, allowing you to take it off of him; your fingers move over to the buttons on his shirt next, undoing them one by one, taking it off of him and feeling the skin of his chest, how warm he is, how soft his skin is as your fingers trail up and down his middle.
Moving back a little you give him space to take off your nightgown, a soft blush coloring his cheeks at the naked sight of you, his soft hands tremble for an entirely different reason as they move over the soft skin of your stomach, trailing up to cup one of your breast in his hand, feeling the soft skin and his mouth moving over your collarbone, leaving open mouth kisses and soft nips over the area. Your hands travel down his chest, wiggling back a little your butt over his legs you find the hardness between his legs, grasping it softly, earning a low groan from him, you can see the glow coming from where his head is nestled on your neck.
“Lay back amor” you tell him as your hand pushes him back a little, making him lay back, resting himself up on his elbows. “Dejame disfrutarte,” you say, moving down his body until your eyes are level with his crotch, your hands moving quickly over his pants, opening them while he lifts his hips enough for you to pull them down along with his underwear, leaving him bare to you.
His eyes are trained on you, watching your every move, your hands grasp him, moving yourself lower until your lips graze his swollen head, covering your bottom lip with his precum, your tongue peaking out, grazing the underside of the head, making him moan as he throws his head back, his chest rising and falling and the muscles on his abdomen pulling taunt. Parting your lips you allow the head to slip through, sucking it, your tongue moving to flatten on the underside of his shaft. Working your way down you feel the spit coming down his cock, your hand grabbing the base and pumping him at the same pace as your mouth, taking him all the way down, feeling the tip of him hit the back of your throat, making a mess of this man, moans and grunts escaping him and you see his hand twitch, dying to bury itself on your hair. Setting a pace you continue sucking him, bringing him all the way down until he hits the back of your throat, the gagging feeling doesn’t last long and is a small price to pay at the sight in front of you.
He is trying his hardest not to come, his abdomen burns from the effort of holding in the tension and his head moves up to connect his eyes with yours You look absolutely sinful, the way his cock slip past your lips, how your lashes frame your half lidded eyes; he is sure you could make any man drown at sea only with one look.
“Mi vida” he moans out, his hand rushing to grab your hair, pulling you back slightly off of him. He is too close and he doesn’t want to finish on your mouth, he prefers to cum inside of you.
His hand moves to your arm, yanking you up lightly to sit up, his nails lightly scratching the skin of your thighs when he removes your underwear , and when his body is going to move over yours your hand holds him still, pushing him back once again as you quickly move to straddle him. He looks absolutely broken in the best way possible, he looks like a starved man, desperate, he needs you and he looks like he is about ready to beg to any God who is listening for you. You don’t want to make him wait any longer, sitting up slowly you grab his member, lining him up with you, grazing the head against your entrance, coating him with your juices before pressing down on him and feeling the head slipping through. Just that simple movement has him a complete mess, he looks so beautiful like this, glowing green eyes half lidded, his mouth half open, his hair pulled back behind his ears, and when you finally move down until he is balls deep he looks absolutely destroyed as you sink him home.
He gives you complete control over him, allowing you to do with him as you please as he sits up, his arms wrapping around your back and his face hiding on your neck, where he bites the skin to muffle the moans and groans that escape him, your hips move at a fast pace, ride him so delicious he thinks he will die. Your moans fill the room, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders for balance as your movements fasten, the delirious way the hairs on his pelvis rub against your clit are nearing you to your orgasm, the pressure on your stomach tightening the faster you move over him.
“Amor” you beg him even when you are in control is always him who can break you apart with a simple touch. He knows this, even when he doesn’t believe it he knows how easy you fall apart in between his arms. The simple command of yours making his hands move over your skin, settling on your hips to guide you better, moving you up in time for him to thrust up into you, groaning once your bodies collide together, his hips move up, thrusting into you, his hands tightening on your hips so hard they most definitely will leave bruises behind. This moment when he feels you tightening around him, your walls squeezing his cock as you come, his name falling from your lips like a prayer, in this moment he forgets, he forgets he was ever trapped on those walls, he forgets the loneliness, the pain , the anger, he forgets everything, he is only a man in this moment, a starved man, his instincts take over him, and for those few seconds that’s all he is, a man chasing after his release. The look on his eyes change, they are predatory, they glow brighter, the burn into you and his teeth turn into a snarl as groans escape him and then he is really fucking you, too lost in pleasure to even manage to form words, his hips furiously thrusting into you, your moans only fueling him like kindle to a fire, his hands holding onto your skin like his life depends on it, almost as if he doesn’t hold you so tightly you will disappear in between his fingers, and then he comes with a cry, a feral sound escaping him, his face burying on your chest as his movements become sloppier until he is spent inside of you.
And then he is back, the soft man you know is back, his hands caress you softly, holding you in place, hugging you and kissing you, enjoying being in between your arms once again. Neither of you want to move, enjoying each other too much, needing each other too much to care that you are in the floor, covered in release and sweat but it’s okay, there is time to clean up later, the only thing in the world right now it’s him. His breathing on your skin and his soft caresses on your back.
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dos-oroguitas · 4 months ago
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Following the rebuilding of Casita, you reunite with your lover whom you haven't seen in years after his sudden disappearance.
Bruno Madrigal x Wife! Reader
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Being the wife of the misunderstood seer that had terrified the whole town of Encanto was less than ideal. Constantly under scrutinizing gaze and murmurs, one would think you would cave under the pressure. Bruno thought so too but you had smiled at him. As long as the two of you were together, there was nothing else to worry about.
And then he disappeared. In the dead of night, he had left your sleeping form without a note, without a goodbye, without a word. You would only awoke the next day to find your husband’s side of the bed cold and empty.
You grieved your love, you grieved the man who swore would never break your heart. The man who swore that he would always be by your side. And that grieving never ceased. Despite Alma’s attempts to make you stay in Casita, you only shook your head weakly.
“Home.. Home is where Bruno is.” You whispered on that fateful day that you brought up leaving. “And without him, I have no home, not in Casita..”
The Madrigal family watched as you packed your bags and left, bringing along with you what was left of Bruno, your wedding candle and the grief that weighed heavy in the depths of your heart. You would stay at the edge of the town of Encanto, often getting visited by a few family members with Mirabel, your niece, dropping by almost always to keep you company. You noticed she was just like your husband, stubborn, even as you had advised her that you didn't need any checking up on, she had insisted.
Today was different though. After the cracks that occurred on the streets of Encanto, you were cleaning up the damage that occurred in your own home, broken furniture and a few tiles fell off at the earthquake-like shake. The other townspeople had left to help out after the destruction of Casita but try as you may, you couldn’t bring yourself to return to the home that Bruno had left you in. So you stayed here, cleaning up quietly. Even as Casita was finally rebuilt and the miracle had returned you had stayed in your home. Even as the whispers and rumors of your husband’s return fell upon your ears, you didn’t move. Partly because you thought it was too good to be true. You believed that he was still alive. That he’s out there somewhere but you didn’t want to get your hopes crushed. You sighed deeply as you sat in your chair, cradling the wedding candle that Bruno had left with you.
You had expected the day to be slow and quiet as it always has been. Then the door burst open and in came Mirabel Madrigal, green rimmed glasses all wonky and tilted to the side, out of breath. Did she run all the way from Casita to here?
“Tia (Name)!” Came your niece’s frantic cries. You whipped your head to her direction, as frantic as she was.
“What happened? Mirabel, are you okay?!” You exclaimed, cupping her cheeks in your hand.
Mirabel would only shake her head, grabbing your hand. “There is something you should see!” She had managed to drag your confused form up to your doorway before you had halted.
“What is it? Ay, Mirabel, where are you taking me?” You had tried to calm yourself, heart suddenly hammering against your chest.
Mirabel only shook her head. “In Casita! There is someo.. something you need to see, Tia!” You purse your lips, you really didn’t want to go but Mirabel had looked so panicked and her tugs of your hands seemed like it was an emergency.
“Bueno, Bueno, fine!” You had sighed in exasperation, letting her drag you out of your home and to Casita.
As you approached the house you had once called home, you saw a few figures in front of the house. Their eyes had widened and Julieta and Pepa were the first to engulf you into an embrace. Though you would look at them skeptically. They seemed both nervous as well as excited. Alma was by their side, looking remorseful but happy that you were here. Though the three had exchanged looks that you weren't able to see.
You were about to part your lips, wanting to ask what was the problem before you were swiftly whisked away by Mirabel once more. Through the halls of Casita, and you stopped upon nearing your lover’s door. The memories of you and Bruno resurfacing.
“Mirabel, I, por favor, I can’t..” Mirabel had stopped as well, looking at you before her gaze flickered to the door. She shook her head, lips pressed firmly into a line as she stubbornly opened the door.
“Mira, c’mon I..” You were pulled into a tight hug by Mirabel. “Please, Tia, just trust me?” Her imploring gaze made you sigh shakily. You didn’t even know what lies behind those closed doors. It hurt just being there. Your heart clenched painfully but at the same time there was something drawing you in. You purse your lips before sighing deeply. “Whatever it is better be worth climbing all those stairs.” You glare at her playfully, watching as her lips turned into a happy grin.
“Trust me, it’s worth it.” You hear your niece say. You slowly pull away from the embrace, hyping yourself up to once again walk through the all too familiar room. “Here goes..” You entered the room, greeted by the sand that you admittedly missed despite having it on your clothes everyday when you were still living here.
You looked at the stairs, grumbling to yourself. Damn you, Bruno. You had asked him for an easier way to climb the large room but he had never really gotten to it. Slowly you made your way to the top, wheezing and out of breath.
After much climbing and walking you had made it to your lover’s vision cave. You ran your fingers on the worn down walls, remembering all the times you and Bruno had whilst he was still with you.
You smiled bitterly. You never could forget about the eccentric man that caught your heart with both his clumsiness and quirks you found adorable rather than annoying like other people would say.
You had expected there to be nothing but sand. Like it always had. It was left untouched by you, afraid that you would disturb or wipe away any essence that remained of your beloved husband. What you didn’t expect was a lone figure standing there. Unruly dark hair and a familiar green ruana. You squinted before your eyes widened, your footsteps halting. Your breath got caught in your throat.
Bruno Madrigal had expected his niece or any other family members. He didn’t expect to turn and be face to face with the love of his life. The same one he had left all those years ago. You were still so beautiful. Sure you had greying hair like he had but he swore you had still looked the same on the day he left you. And the yearning turned to fear, were you angry at him? Did you hate him? Why weren’t you saying anything?
“I know what you’re gonna say, (Name).” Bruno’s voice trembled as he looked at you. He swallowed thickly, fidgeting under your gaze.
Of course he had thought of a reunion with you two but never like this. He tried to rehearse the words that he would say with the help of his rats but each time it didn't feel right.
“How could I have done this?” He looked at you, desperately as you said no words, you had only stared at him, lips parted. He looked down, rambling even more. “Staying away all of these years, living in Casita’s walls, why didn’t I come back to you..”
“Well, what sign did I have that Mamá or the rest of the family wouldn’t take the vision the wrong way?” He asked frantically, still receiving no response. And his palms felt clammy. Did you hate him so much that you didn’t even think he was worthy of your words?
“That anyone in Encanto wouldn’t see me as a bearer of bad news?” He tried to avert his gaze, his nervousness evident as he fiddled with the ends of his green ruana.
“I tried so hard to get another vision, to find another answer but I couldn’t..!” He continues.
“I-I know that I left you all alone when I promised I wouldn’t,” He continues, tears welling up in his eyes as you remain silent, his voice cracking. “But I thought you’d be better off without me.” You were a part of the reason why he had left. You had deserved better than him, he had thought. Before your marriage to him you were sought after, loved by the village for your kindness but their looks and smiles of admiration turned to pity when they were informed that you were betrothed to him.
You approached him, your gaze longing and as you took a few steps forward, he took a few steps back.
“But I was wrong, I see that now but..” His back met the walls of his vision cave and he stammered. There was no more room to back up to.
“Oh, stop being so stoic, (Name). Go on! Shout, scream, say something!” Your silence made him nervous. He knew what he did was unforgivable and he deserved the questions and the screams you should be giving him but there was nothing. You remained quiet and he was startled to see you raise your hand before he felt your warm palm against his cheek.
His green eyes had widened as he looked at you.
“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” You finally whisper as your eyes gazed at him lovingly. All the years of grief and mourning for the husband you thought you had lost were now washed away by the happiness that flooded you upon seeing his face, feeling his warmth.. it wasn't hallucinations or dreams anymore. He was here. Your Bruno was here.
The tears that welled up in his eyes fell as he closed them shut savoring the kiss that you pressed against his lips.
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I just watched How to train Your Dragon again and thought this scene was very fitting to a reunion with you and your beloved rat husband, Bruno Madrigal.
I hope you liked it? I thought Bruno deserved so much love 😭💖😔💕
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madjazzhatter · 4 months ago
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Bruno and Florencia Madrigal.
I hope you enjoy this! Yes, they’re the same age.
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mobuaddiction · 4 months ago
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Ok in my mind this little guy was born when Bruno still in walls
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ichigobunsss · 4 months ago
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"Don't Go Yet"
Bruno Madrigal x Fem Reader Fluff 🌿✨
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It had been a few months since your husband had returned after is mysterious disappearance all those years ago. But that had been long forgiven. Those long sleepless cold nights without him laying beside you were gone, the lonely seat beside you at the daily Madrigal breakfast, lunch and dinners were gone.
Bruno had returned home, and to his surprise, you had welcomed him back with open arms..
But Alma had him doing readings over and over after the famous Madrigal home was rebuilt. Yes, things had changed within the family, but it seemed Alma still wanted to prove her son was worthy of being welcomed back into the community
Old habits die hard and all . .
Some were hesitant to get their readings done by Bruno, being that the rumors surrounding him stuck so strongly in the village, even after his return. But Bruno (with much of your support) had put on a brave face, and learned to not focus on the negative parts of his visions, but to use what he saw as a way to guide them in the right path.
Word had spread around town how "strong" and "accurate" Brunos visions had become and one after the other had lined up to see him in his new tower. Alma was thrilled, but..Bruno, to put it plainly, was exhausted. He wasn't used to this many readings, especially after years of not doing any and it was starting to worry you.
It started with him having small nosebleeds after a bunch of readings, having to stop mid way during a vision and sending the visitor home with a confused look on their face. Then the headaches began, then the night terrors- sometimes waking up in the middle of the night with his eyes glowing so brightly you could barely see your room. It wasn't until you forced him to at least take a few days of rest, that he let you drag him out of his tower one day, and shooing the remainder of the curious visitors away.
"Brunito.." you said quietly. You both were laid on your shared bed one afternoon and Bruno had already been drifting off and on to sleep. Refusing to properly rest unless you were there beside him the entire time.
"Hm?" he said, one eye lazily peeking down at you as you laid on his chest, his hands drawing lazy lines on your arm. You lifted your head to turn and place yourself fully on his chest, your fingers brushing against his chest hairs. He happily wrapped his arms around your waist, and smiled down at you.
"Qué paso quierda? You're giving me that look again." he mused. You sighed and brushed some of his curls out of his tired eyes.
"I think you need a vacation." you said firmly, tracing your finger along his nose. Brunos eyes widened, but let out a small laugh.
"Years away from you wasn't a long enough vacation?" he joked, but you rolled your eyes and lightly smacked his chest.
"I'm serious. You've been doing these readings non stop and. . .I've seen what it's doing to you." you said, leaning back down on his chest. Bruno stood quiet, and his eyes drifted to the side avoiding your worried gaze. His fingers began nervously tapping against your skin. You knew he wanted to avoid talking about the little incidents that have been happening, but you weren't having that.
"Bruno.." you whispered, bringing up your hand to lightly pull his face back to yours.
"I'm okay. I-I just.." he trailed off, but you nodded, urging him to continue.
"I don't want to disappoint anyone again. Not you, not mama..mi familia..no one." he said, a frown forming on his face.
"Bebe, we talked about this-" But Bruno pulled away from you, and sat up from the bed, fully turning from you.
"Si, we talked about this, but those thoughts will always be in your head. In the back of everyones minds they are just waiting for me to make a mistake-to have a bad vision about someone because I'm Bruno the Madrigal screw up!” he ranted on as he lifted himself from the bed and began pacing back and forth. You winced, at the harsh words he spoke about himself.
"T-thats why I have to keep going. I have to keep giving these visions because if I don’t then..”
The more he went on, his eyes began to glow as he frantically traced around the room. It wasn't the first time he acted like this, but this time worried you the most because you weren't sure how his body would react. You were beginning to regret bringing up the topic.
"Bruno stop you might-"
"El hijo maldito! The one that left his wife in the middle of the night which I thought was best, but it was actually a horrible thing to do-
"Bruno!"
He flinched and froze in place as he finally looked at you, his eyes fully lit that glowing green and widened in panic. Sighing, you stood up from the bed and made your way over to him, resting both your hands on his face.
"Breathe, like we always practice, remember? " you said calmly as you took deep breaths so he could follow. He mimicked your actions and closed his eyes. After a few moments he opened them, their color returning to normal as he looked up at you.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled, leaning his forehead against yours.
"No te preocupes." you said, brushing your hands through his now dark salt and pepper curls and giving him a soft kiss against his lips. "You are more than enough for this family and for this town." you said between the kisses that you began peppering all across his face.
"Mi amor..." he whispered, closing his eyes as you smothered him in kisses and began leading him back towards the bed. You sat him down and he wrapped his arms loosely around your waist as you stood between his legs.
"Bruno, I have never been more proud of you. I wish you could see yourself like I do. You are an extraordinary miracle. I just want you to be careful, Bebe.." you said, as he leaned against your stomach, looking up at you and finally smiling. The tension in his face finally leaving as he sighed contently against you.
"There he is..My protective, strong husband." you mused, Bruno huffed and buried his head against your stomach.
"With his sexy curls and big beautiful eyes-Ugh those glowing eyes! Ay, they make me melt!" you said lifting his face back up and squishing it, giving him a sloppy smooch. He chuckled against your lips.
"How about a cafecito, hm?" You asked, already pulling away from him. Casita had already opened the door to your room, but he gently yanked you back towards him and sat you on one of his legs.
"N-No.. Don't go yet." he whispered, leaning his head in your neck and kissing it softly and down your collarbone, sending shivers down your body. The door quickly shut, making you laugh as Bruno pulled you to him. If the Casita had a face , it would probably blushing like you were.
"Oh, change of plans?" you joked letting yourself sink into him. Bruno lightly nipped your skin and mumbled a "Si" as he continued attacking your neck with kisses, his beard tickling your skin.
"And...that vacation?" you asked, leaning into him more.
"If I say yes, will you let me kiss you some more?"
"If you say yes, I'll let you do more than that." you said in his ear. He paused and quickly (but gently) pushed you on the bed and hovered over you, earning a giggle from you.
"Bueno, in that case-" he said and kissed you deeply, as his hands began wandering your body deliciously.
You had meant every word you said. And you'd remind Bruno how important he was to this family and to you no matter how long it took for him to let it sink in.
🐀 🌿 🐀 🌿 🐀 🌿 🐀 🌿 🐀 🌿 🐀
(I haven’t written in a long time so sorry if this is wonky, BUT I LOVE ME SOME RAT MAN BABY)
LINK TO MY BRUNO TE DESEO LO MEJOR FIC
https://ichigobunsss.tumblr.com/post/673214675571359744/te-deseo-lo-mejor-pt1-bruno-madrigal-x-reader
✨🤍🌿🤍✨
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tokoyamisstuff · 3 months ago
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Haimish - Bruno Madrigal x Reader
[hey-mish] - original ger. for 'homey; cozy and unpretentious'
Chapter 1: First Encounter
Summary: You dreaded the day of meeting the man you were promised to - but he was not in the slightest what you expected. Warnings: Slight Angst, Bad Family Dynamics Notes: Bruno is in his 20's/30's in this story whatever fits you better, Fem! Reader, Arranged Marriage AU, Strangers to Lovers Words: ~2900
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A/N: Might do a Part 2 or more for this, but y'all know my consistency so this isn't a promise.
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Even though you were always sure of your familiy's love and support, the feeling of being their 'black sheep' never ceased.
Nothing you could achieve would ever compare to the greatness of your amazing siblings, who would prime at everything they put their hands on.
You on the other hand could only try to not cause any trouble or disgrace for them - and admittedly, since sometimes felt as if you'd attract bad luck, even that was a hard task for you.
It wasn't like you ever did something particulary wrong - yet your alterity was driving a wedge between you and the rest of your kind ever since you could think of.
And even while trying to give it your best to fit in and not express your true self, they would never know how to handle you. All interactions seemed forced, though they gave it their best to include you in their everyday life.
But today, you were given another chance to make them proud - at least you wanted to see it that way.
From another pespective - one more likely, one that screamed at you from deep inside your brain, no matter how many times you'd shove it back - your parents probably wanted to get rid of the stain on their lineage.
This would be the day you would be given away to the infamous Madrigal family - to marry one of their lowest, as people called him.
Your mother went on rambling for weeks about what great honor it was for you to be chosen out of so many possible spouses, and how everyone owed the Madrigal's for establishing and protecting the village.
But you knew better than that, could see right through her empty lies.
It had been years since the young Bruno was last seen by anyone - being resented by the inhabitants, the young man had chose to isolate himself inside the family estate...
...and on the rare occasion where someone was bold enough to make the travel to ask for their destiny, they'd return infuriated and full of despair by the fate they had been given.
A villain - that's what they called him.
Someone that feasts on the misery of others, who causes mischief for his own entertainment.
Who would want their daughter to marry a person the townsfolk knows only by horrifying tales and descriptions?!
It was as bright as daylight - no one else had asked for his hand. Not even the blessing of having magical children was a temptating enough offer to spend the rest of your life with that freak.
But the greater mystery was: Why had the great matriarch chose you of all people? She could've asked anyone in the town, and they'd give them their daughters - not willingly, though, but their respect for the family would be far greater than the grief for their child.
Maybe because of your many siblings. You were eight in number, so the possibility of you having good genes to bear many children was high as well. And most of them were popular, strong, smart...good preconditions.
Or your mother was simply asked to give them one of her daughters, and obviously she'd abandon her least favourite.
There was no use overthinking it. All you'd gain from this was falling into a bottomless pit of sadness, and you wouldn't have that right now.
After all, tomorrow was your wedding day!
"Let's make the best out of this..." you encouraged yourself, even though your eyes were already glistening with tears.
You were all alone on your stroll to the Casita, since tradition requires bride and groom to become acquainted with each other without anyone else.
Tomorrow on the ceremony however, everyone would attend.
Your family had already sent all of your belongings here a few days ago, so you came empty-handed. Seems like they can't wait to throw you away as fast as possible...
The door opened on it's own as soon as you stepped in front of it, and as soon as you stepped inside, you were sure to hear giggles coming from the upper floor. Must be his sisters, you thought, calming yourself down as you heared their doors creak shut again.
You only knew them from their regular visits at the market, yet never personally asked for their assistance. The way you grew up, you were a pretty self-sufficient person in general. But from your brief interactions, they alwyays seemed very kind.
If they grew up to become such splendid persons, then why was their brother so evil? Not even you had been so wildly different from your siblings, yet-
The sound of a shattering vase had you jumping, but looking into the direction of the sound, there was nothing more than a small, white rat.
"Oh! You scared me, little guy..." Since there was no one to be seen, you though you were still too early, and it wouldn't hurt to pass time as you waited for anyone to show up. Thus decided, you approached the sweet little gnawer, snickering a bit more lighthearted as it actually let you pet it's soft fur.
You wouldn't waste a single thought about what anyone would think of you - no matter their reputation, rats were always one of your favourite kind of animals. "You're so cute! Sorry, I don't have any snacks for you..."
"He already ate."
Only now you saw the silhouette hiding behind one of the pillars, screeching as his words drang to your ear. It was embarassing, honestly, so you quickly tried to regain your composure to not leave a bad first impression.
Oh no - that must be him.
What do you do now? How do you approach someone like him?
A thousand thoughts were racing through your mind at once, especially the worries you had so desperately tried to surpress until now, sending shivers down your spine.
Behind that pillar was a terrible person, who brought disasters to people like it was his second nature - and that man was supposed to marry you.
Just what kind of twisted things would he do to you, just for his own sick entertainment?
You tried to calm yourself, clutching the corny dress your mother had forced upon you, so he wouldn't see the trembling of your hands.
Yes: This man wouldn't be allowed to see your weakness. No way you'd let him enjoy your fear, just like that!
"I-I...good evening." That was all your brain could bring together, and it took everything inside of you to make your voice sound confident.
Finally, the man behind the pillar moved into the light of the entrance hall, and you had to bit your lip to keep any tears from falling. You squeezed your eyes shut, lowering your head to face the ground as you heared the menacing footsteps come closer...
...when you opened your eyes, however, you could only gasp in surprise.
There he stood: A slim, scruffy looking man with wild raven locks, dark circles under his eyes and a three-day-beard. He was standing in front of you with a far too great distance, and seemed jittery beyond belief.
That person right in front of you was not even close to resemble the giant, monstrous looking guy everyone was telling you about.
Quite the opposite even - his eyes showed a vulnerability that made all of your fears disappear into thin air, replacing them with guilt for your prejudices.
The young Madrigal opened his mouth a few times, in an attempt to greet you - yet no sound would escape. Instead, the rat from before climbed onto his shoulder, and the young man would mutter as if to conversate with the animal, saying something like 'not now' and 'I am very busy, don't you see?'
You laughed.
Hopefully he wouldn't misunderstand, but you couldn't help but break out in bright laughter at this endearing sight. It felt like all the weight of those past weeks had been lifted from your heart just like that, in this one moment.
"S-Sorry..." Bruno rubbed the back of his head, before shooing his little animal friends away. "Those guys, huh?"
"It's alright" you still chuckled a little, and the man finally mirrored your smile. His lips cracked in the most tiniest curve as you reached out your hand, and he gladly took it. "I'm Y/N. Nice to finally meet you!"
"I-I'm, well...I'm Bruno." He silently cursed himself for not being able to say more, to compliment you or being polite otherwise...
...but seeing you like this, a person who probably heared the usual stories about him and still being so nice? It didn't make any sense.
Either way, you didn't seem like you were just acting out of fear or sense of duty - your eyes gave it away. They were bright and held a kind of affection he could never before detect with anyone else.
And it was only making him more flustered than he already was.
He was wondering the whole time, about what kind of woman would actually want to associate with him. Well, probably his mother had her fingers into this as well.
But in the end he concluded that the less details he knew about the way your engagement happened, the better.
Because it was eating him alive to think about how you were most likely forced away from your family, obliged to be with him of all people - someone who couldn't give you anything but bad luck.
"It's late already..." Bruno uttered as he noticed you yawning, frantically avoiding any eye contact. "I- uh..."
You already understood, so he didn't need to finish the sentence. Somehow, his shyness was something you already admired about the man. "Yes, that would be nice."
Out of a whim, you hesistantly brought your hand close to his, both of you fondling with each other's fingers awkwardly until intertwining your hands.
This would cause the last of Bruno's composure to practically disappear as his wide eyes switched forth and back between your hands and your face - until he just started running all of a sudden, not letting go off of your hand in the slightest.
"I apologize in advance" the man whispered softly, his grip on your hand not easing as you stood in front of the massive, glowing door. It depictured an hourglass, and over it an image of your fiancé with a stern look on his face - unlike the real deal.
"What the-" Your breath got caught in your throat as the door opened, revealing the last thing you expected to see in this house full of wonders.
Everything in the Casita looked so bright and overall utterly amazing - but Bruno's room was nothing like that. It was kinda gloomy, almost spooky, even...and unbelievable cold.
Needing to pass a wall of sand, you started to caugh from the dust, even though Bruno put his ruana to shield you from the falling sand. You felt his hand hovering over your back, before daring to softly pat it, repeatedly murmuring apologies at your direction.
So this was where you would live from now on...
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." He never stopped talking under his breath as he went ahead, lending you his hands to assist you ascending those countless stairs.
"Well, living like this will sure keep us fit, right?" You tried to lift up the mood, sadly to no avail since Bruno didn't feel deserving of your kindness in any way - and how you were treating him would only make his guilt skyrocket.
Absentminded as you were you tripped and almost fell, just to be caught by Bruno's hand. His palm was sweating, so he pulled you close, securing you in his grip without second thought.
You on the other hand caught your heart to miss a beat at the sudden proximity, but the shock was enough to make you clutch to the man until you arrived.
Good thing that you weren't afraid of heights - but imagining a small boy living in here ever since his fifth birthday made your guts twist painfully. But then thinking again, he probably seeked out some peace and quiet after everyone asking too much of and then resenting him afterwards.
You don't know what you expected on top of that room, but it was certainly better than what actually awaited you there: Just a plain chain bridge, leading to a dark cave furnished with only the most basic necessities. A few boxes with the little belongings you had were already up here, and you wondered if he had to do it all on his own.
What a sad and lonely life this man must've lived up until now, even within his own family. How familiar, you thought - but no. Your own life was nothing compared to the pain he most likely had to endure.
"I've prepared some things for your arrival" he cheered awkwardly as he lighted a few candles, humbly presenting some flowers and other selfmade decoration. "It's not much, but, well.."
"Thank you very much, Bruno." The man was taken aback as you gifted him your most sweetest smile, before wandering around to inspect your new home.
Your glare got stuck on the makeshift bed - probably older than you were - and anger boiled inside of you at the realization just how neglected he got...
...not only by the village that seemingly misunderstood him completely, but even his own family, not caring for his well-being at all.
No wonder the man is a little weird with all of his circumstances - but a pure soul nonetheless, you were sure of it.
"No worries" he interrupted your pondering, snorting as he tried to bring himself to laugh. "I can sleep on the floor. We're not officially married, so-"
"Nonono, it's alright. Let's- let's just lay down."
You shed off that way too flashy dress, almost a little amused by Bruno giving it his best to convincingly not peek, whistling and busying himself with other things instead.
It needed some convincing for him to sneak under the covers together with you - especially since he detected tears at the rim of your eyes.
If only he knew that it hasn't anything to do with him, but only you missing your home - and being so damn disappointed in his family, as well as your own.
There was so much to process for you, and to be honest: You were glad to not be alone with all your emotions. Your fiancé seemed like a nice guy, and great company at that.
"Bruno?" you spoke with a cracking voice, searching his face in the darkness.
"Y-Yes?" Even though he was laying as far away from you as possible, you could feel his legs twitching. A nervous habit, maybe.
"Why did you agree to marry me?" Now that caught him off guard.
A few minutes went by in complete silence, before you shuffled closer, wanting to make sure he was alright. He winced as your hand gently squeezed his shoulder, but soon got used to the comforting warmth.
"My gift wasn't helping the family, but uh...but I love my family, you know?"
You choked on a sob when you heared his words, wondering how he could be so full of love for people who had apparently wronged him so many times. Because no matter how much you wanted to forgive your parents, you just couldn't.
Maybe Bruno was just a better person than you were.
"D-Did I say something wrong?" The man stiffly shifted besides you, yet your arms wrapped only tighter around him, tears wettening the fabric of his shirt. "That's no-ot it...I'm sorry...it's just been a long day."
Like so many times before, Bruno found himself at loss for words - and his throat felt a little bit tighter every time you'd show him any form of care.
"Well-" he croaked, racking his brain around to find some comforting words, "I'll try my best to make you comfortable, I promise!"
"I know that" you sniveled, and even though you only knew that man for so long, you wholeheartedly believed in his oath. "Thank you, Bruno."
You would drift into sweet sleep way before him, relieving you from your own mind - while Bruno on the other hand would stay wide awake, not daring to move a muscle, afraid to wake you up.
He found himself watching you resting soundly in his arms as he pulled the blanket a little more over your shoulder, anxious about destroying this peaceful moment.
When you hummed approvingly in your sleep, hands running down his sides, he could finally relax a little, releasing a breath he didn't even noticed to be holding.
Determination blossomed in his chest as he watched you in awe, tinted in the dim candle light: He can't mess this up like he always does - he mustn't!
Bruno might not be worthy of your affection, but he'll do whatever it takes to give you a good life. Something you deserved - the first person who approached him without any remorse in what felt like ages.
Because now, with you in his arms, the cave felt somewhat a little like an actual home.
For the first time ever, he wasn't cold anymore. That feeling in his chest was warming him up inside and out.
And that emotion would soon lull him to sleep as well, at least tonight blessing Bruno with some peace of mind.
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yandere--stuck · 4 months ago
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Yandere!Bruno Madrigal x Reader Headcanons
💚 Bruno treasured your friendship. His gift often felt more like a burden than anything, something that severed ties and burned bridges rather than strengthening them. He didn't know why he had been given this gift. Perhaps his inclination to superstition had led him down his path. Either way, his gift had, more often than not, inspired anger and fear from those who asked for his visions. Bruno understood. No one liked receiving bad news - but, hey, don't shoot the messenger, you know? Still, over time, Bruno could feel the resentment building within his family, within his community… But, at least, Bruno had you. Your friendship. Your… Love.
⏳ As the stressors pile up, Bruno knew he could turn to you. A shoulder to cry on, a warm human body to cling to. Your warmth reminds him of how little affection he'd received, dwindling over the years as more and more people turned away. Sometimes, he'd hold you and just break down, sobbing against you. And yet, it was nice. Nice to decompress. Nice to be with you. It was nice, more than nice, to sit atop Casita and watch the clouds or stars and talk about everything and anything. Or when you'd take his hand and run through the village together, laughing until you're out of breath. And, sometimes, he'd take you into his room - with you there, it didn't feel so empty. So isolating. In spite of his fear, you'd urge him to read the future - and every time, you'd react with awe and wonder, even when the prediction wasn't positive. Your excitement and happiness was infectious and Bruno couldn't help but feel overjoyed. He always felt like that around you. It was… Almost intoxicating. Addicting. Soon, he never wanted to part with you. But, that was only natural, right? You both made each other so happy…
💚 He doesn't go into hiding, at first. Not when he receives the vision of Mirabel, no. It didn't look good, of course, but he'd never think this future was the fault of his favorite niece (don't tell the others!) There had to be some other explanation. He'd… He'd keep it to himself. And you. Yes. You always helped him spin bad situations and predictions into something positive. You could help him. And… And, well, Mama had been encouraging him to settle down. If you felt the same, you could help Mirabel together, as a part of the family. For the first time in forever, Bruno was excited to seek out a vision. His hands shook with excitement and nervousness as he began to burn the branch and leaves, smoke forming and twisting around him and…! It's… It's horrible. Oh, God, it's horrible. How- how could he do this to you? He… Oh, they were all right! They were all right! He was a monster! He couldn't save Mirabel, he couldn't save anyone! But… He could save you from himself. He could, at least, do that. And when the sun rises in the morning, Bruno is gone.
⏳ Or so it seemed. Bruno still lived in the house, within the walls, now only having the rats as company. But, this was for the best. He'd protect you from himself and be able to save Casita from the shadows. After all, he's the one who received the visions. It was his responsibility to fix this, right? It would have been easier, though, if you stopped visiting the house. Stopped looking for him - around the village, around the house, in his room. Him following you around didn't help, watching you through the cracks in the walls… But, he couldn't help himself! Being in your presence, without being able to touch or talk to you… It was suffocating. His entire body itched to reach out and touch you. But, he could hold out. Could hold out until you gave up hope, gave up on him. Or, so he thought. Because you never did. You practically became a member of the family with how much you stayed at Casita. Being around you so often, depriving himself of interaction with you… It was enough to drive him mad.
💚 Days stretched onto weeks, then months, then, years. There's only so much Bruno can do to distract himself. He can talk about his woes to the rats, but it's not the same as talking about it with… With you. He tries spending his time making telenovela plots, one plot he particularly likes is about two star-crossed lovers who seemed like they were made to be, but one knows that he can't be with love because of his hidden monstrous nature and goes into hiding to- er, maybe he said too much, heh! It's so hard to think of anything but you. He had been good for so long. But, one night, he stops next to your room. Hears the sound of your breathing. His entire body burns from the lack of your touch. Still, after all this time, he wants you. Needs you. He lacked your presence for so long… He just wanted something. Something to sate him. Just this once, and never again. So, Bruno pushes open the painting in your room, stepping and ducking through the crawlspace and crossing his way over to you as quiet as he can. He kneeled beside you, slowly, carefully. He cups your face, thumb caressing your cheek. He leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. He trembles as he begins to cry. He missed you so, so much. He places a soft kiss to your lips… Before climbing back into the walls. Where he belongs. Best not to overstay his welcome.
⏳But, just as the walls of Casita keep cracking, the night was the beginning of the end. He allows himself to do it again. And again. And again. Just once more, he tells himself. But, it's a lie. You notice things going missing. You have odd dreams of someone looming over you. You awake feeling watched. An air of tension fills the entire house, only added by Mirabel's claims that something was happening to the magic. So, one night, you pretend to sleep. And you wait. You don't hear him coming. Silent as a mouse, and you didn't have Dolores' hearing. When you feel hands on you, your eyes snap open - and it takes you a moment to recognize the man above you. Bruno? Bruno was alive? You… You had assumed the worst when he hadn't reappeared. And… He apologized. Before his eyes and voice go dark, saying he can't take it anymore. He has to have you. His hands cup the back of your head as forces you into a deep kiss, groaning against your lips. He rambles and raves, telling you about how badly he needed you as he drags you into the walls, hand over your mouth. Within his living space, you see your missing clothes, locks of hair, knick knacks and keepsakes. It was all him. And the man before you, unhinged, tells you that he knows he's become a monster. The one he was terrified of becoming… But, now, being a monster doesn't feel so bad anymore. It's funny. All this time, he thought he was running from fate, only to be hurtling toward it… And that night, along with the cracking of the walls and the twitching of Luisa's eye, Dolores hears her tío's mad ramblings and your muffled screams for help. And she can't sleep, grappling once again with the moral struggle of doing what's right, or keeping secrets for the sake of the family.
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manehead · 3 months ago
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Reassure me
Reader has a really hard time expressing her feelings while being busy (honestly just a little dense), so Bruno gets insecure about himself.
warning: angst but yo, I am not that cruel to not let it end in the best way possible :) so comfort at the end;
“Do you love me?”.
You kept your eyes on the papers you had been writing for days, continuing to add words and then just erasing them as they didn’t feel right. “Sure”, you answered absent-minded, not even questioning why Bruno asked it in the first place.
“Bueno”, he said after some time, and you couldn’t not notice the way his voice trembled at the end. “What?”, you asked confused, finally looking at him, noticing he was sitting with his legs crossed on the bed. “Nada”. You frowned, “It doesn’t look like nada, amor”. “It’s really not that important”. He tried to smile apologetically, but you could easily tell he was hiding something.
You got up from where you were seated and kneeled in front of him. “Bruno”, you called, as the man kept his concerned gaze on his lap. “Angel”, you repeated softly. He gave you a weak smile because of the nickname, but he quickly turned away. There was definitely something wrong.
“What’s bothering you, mi vida?”, you questioned again, trying not to get away your worry, feeling it’d make him feel worst.
“Do you have second thoughts?”, he asked, still avoiding your eyes. “About what?”; Bruno groaned, standing up in order to walk away from you. “About us, about me”, he bursted out. You blinked a few times, processing his words.
“Qué? No! Why, do you have second thoughts?”, you also stood up.
“No!”, he exclaimed, looking as shocked as you were.
“Then why would you even ask me that!”.
Bruno sighed loudly, shaking his head. “Don’t get me wrong, I trust you, so when you say you love me I don’t — I don’t doubt your words. Es qué—“, his eyes wondered around as he thought about the right way to express himself, “It’s been weird and— and confusing lately. You are always so busy and absorbed in your work, and at first I understood the situation, lo sé cómo you usually get when you feel the urge to write, but honestly? You have been basically avoiding me the last few days—“;
“Bruno—“
“Por favor, let me finish”, you shut your mouth, biting your tongue, fighting the urge to talk. “I would come to you during the day and you’d be too distracted to even talk to me, I mean, I just asked you if you loved me and you didn’t even look up!”, he began walking up and down the room nervously. “I’d hug you and you’d be already trying to get off of me, or I would hold your hand and you wouldn’t even notice. I’d kiss you and I’d feel like you just happen to be there, waiting for it to end as quickly as possible in order to come back to your writing”, you felt overwhelmed by his speech, the guilt building up in your body so quickly it made you sick. Did he really think all of that?
“I tried, I swear, I tried not to have doubts, but it is so hard— I —“, Bruno was on verge of crying, “Yo te quiero con toda mi alma, and I feel like you don’t. It hurts me. It’s like you are somewhere up in the sky and I am right here, on the ground”, he eventually let the tears fall on his face. “I don’t know, I guess— I am just too insecure…”, he whispered to himself, not even daring to look at you.
You wanted to punch yourself. You were aware that after all those years alone with his thoughts he needed to feel loved, to hear how much he meant for you. And yet all you could do was doing the exact opposite.
Rapidly closing the gap between the two of you, you brushed away that tears with your fingers, kissing him with so much passion and urge. You wanted him to feel your love, that love he felt you didn’t have for him— Dios mío. You felt his arms holding you tightly, grasping desperate the fabric of your shirt. “I am here”, you whispered on his lips, “I’m not somewhere else, I am here with you, Bruno”. “Are you?”, he questioned doubtful, the hurt in his eyes hitting you like a fist in the stomach. How couldn’t you notice how worried he had been these days?
“I swear Bruno, if I could in any way let you spend even just a few seconds in my brain, you’d see how much love and admiration I have for you, you— I am serious, you have no idea”, but Bruno didn’t seem to be listening, still holding onto you like his life depended on it.
“You drive me loca por ti, amor”, you whispered, cupping his face in your hands. This time he looked at you. “How?”, he asked, and you felt the need in his voice to be reassured. “Well… where do I begin with?”, you caressed him with your thumb. “It’s the way you wake up in the morning, your arms around me so protectively, your beautiful dark curls all over the place, so soft”, you intertwined your fingers in his hair, quick to lay it back on his cheek, not wanting to let go; “It’s how you mumble my name when I’m still asleep, or how you blush when I kiss your shoulder to wake you up. It’s how you are always smiling at me, so much that it makes me melt Bruno. How you are so kind to everyone despite how awful they can be sometimes, how joyful you are when you spend time with your family, when you try to help Julieta in the kitchen until she basically has to drag you out of there, or when you and Camilo would put on a show, how you are always telling Pepa not to worry about her clouds, or keeping quiet around Dolores, and I could go on more”.
“How excited you get when we talk about anything, from the reason why we are alive in this world, to the tiniest matters”. Bruno was captivated by your words, his hands shifting from your back to your waist, still keeping you as close as possible.
“How proud and jealous you can get and, oh—“, you lowered your voice, tracing the lines of his lips. Bruno shivered, slightly closing his eyes. “Mírame, angel”, he obeyed, giving you his full attention. “The way you’d look at me from across the room, and how I’d feel your eyes on me burning, the way I feel alive when you touch me, when you make love to me, ah, querido— I am helpless. How you say my name so lovely, so desperate, how you whisper sweet things to me when we are so close— I would think about it all day, especially when you are not with me, you know?”, Bruno nodded. Of course he knew. He knew how much it hurt not having you with him all the time, not touching you all the damn time.
“How green your eyes can get, that emerald, gorgeous green. How supportive you are, not just of me, which I really appreciate, but with anyone who needs an hand. How proud you are of your telenovelas, how handsome you look in your ruana, which I may or may not steal from you sometimes. How sensitive you are. How you’d do anything to make others feel better, how you laugh so loud or soft, I’d do anything to always see you laughing”, you saw how your words were slowly affecting him, but you wanted to give him more. He deserved more. He deserved all.
“How you wouldn’t hesitate to defend the ones you love, how you dance with me, when you spin me so graciously. How your hands are always so warm, how you caress me so gently”, your hand left his cheek to find his hand, so that you could intertwine your fingers with his, kissing his knuckles. “How you’d light up when I call your name. How your freckles are invisible to the eyes of the public, but so vivid to me, because I get to do this—“, you kissed delicately his nose, and his cheeks, and then his forehead as Bruno‘s body relaxed under your gentle touch. “I would never get tired to do this”, you looked at him right into his eyes, “Not when my entire soul loves you, mi amor. And I won’t get tired of telling you this, ever, because it’s true”.
Bruno brought his lips to yours in a craving kiss, “Te amo, te amo, te amo—“, you kept on repeating like a lullaby, “Te amo Bruno”. “Te amo también”, he managed to answer between the kisses.
You laughed a little. “What?”, he interrogated. “It’s just— I almost forgot to tell you that I really love when you moan my name—“, “Sí, sí, got it—“, he blushed, rolling his eyes at you. “Ay, as if you are really annoyed!”, you grinned as he raised his eyebrows, “Don’t tempt me hermosa”, making you giggle. “Maybe later, because I actually forgot to show you something”.
“Like—?”, he glanced at you suspicious.
“You didn’t read the story”, you explained, loosing yourself from his hold, gaining an objection from Bruno which only made you chuckle, quickly grabbing the papers you were still working on, then handing those to him, “There”.
Bruno red the first lines, and as he went on his face heated and his eyes grew wider. “It’s just a draft, so it’s obviously not perfectly written, but the subject is very, very important to me”.
“Is it about—“, he looked at you surprised, “me? All this time you have been writing about me?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “Can’t get my mind off of you, so what can I do about it?”. “Increíble, tú eres increíble”, he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head amused, then embracing you as he made you spin in the air. “I think my heart is exploding, mi alma”, he admitted in your hair. “Good, because that’s how you always make me feel, don’t ever forget it”.
“Okay, you’re getting cheesy”
“Oh, cállate. You love it”.
“Mh, yeah, I do”.
“Can I keep these?”
“Of course, I wouldn’t want anyone else to have those. But I still have to check a few things—”
“Dios mío, it’s fine like this”
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ratsprophet · 3 months ago
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Illicit affairs (pt. 4)
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Bruno Madrigal x reader
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Note: hi! here is part 4. The next part, part 5, is going to be the last, so if you want to be added to the taglist comment or interact. Also, i’m thinking of making the last part +18... let me know what you think.
You rushed to the kitchen with your heart shrunk, feeling a hole on your chest, it’s like you couldn’t breathe.
“(y/n), I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to hear that, it’s not like that, I- “, Bruno said from behind, chasing you. When you got to the kitchen, you interrupted him staring deeply into those loving eyes
“What difference does that make?” you said, saddened, just loud enough for him to hear, “you know, I can understand that you don’t want me like that, it’s okay, I misunderstood everything and maybe I should feel ashamed of ever thinking that it could be okay, but I thought that maybe we could be friends, that we could have something nice, I didn’t think you felt that disgusted by me”.
“No, no, no, no, no. It’s not you, the problem. How could it ever be?”
“Then what is it? why are you so terrified of being near me?”
“It’s…”
You sighed. “You don’t need to lie about it, I’ll just go, sorry to bother you” you turned to go, but his hand on your arm caught you before you could go any further from him. The act made you turn to face him, his saddened eyes showed frustration.
“It’s me!” your gaze shifted to a confused look “I am the problem… I cannot force you to be with me, curse you to make you love me, you’re so young, with your life ahead of you, you’re so gorgeous and kind and sweet and I can’t let you stay with me, I’m no good for you” you gasped in surprise
“That’s my decision to make, don’t you think?” you took a step closer, “it seems to me that this is your move, when things get rough or you’re afraid, instead of talking to people, you give up, and run away? Did that work out for you the last time?”
“Don’t go there. Don’t do that, please” you could see in his eyes he was hurt by what you said.
“I’m not going nowhere, I’m not…,” you sighed “I’m sorry. It’s just, you think so little of you, it breaks me. Do you really think the worst thing that could happen to me is to fall in love with you? Why?” you demanded. You really didn’t understand.
“It’s not good for you… you’re… you. And I am me. People are still afraid of me, that’s not going to change. I will always be seen as bad luck, and weird and- “
“Stop. Bruno, stop. I cannot go on listening to how much you pity yourself and want to live in the prejudices and to project the image of yourself that others built, because I don’t see any of that. We met 2 days ago and it’s been enough to see the beautiful person you are, you care for your family, you love them; you’re sweet, and funny, and lovely, and talented, and a lot of things I am yet to discover, if you let me” you held his hand in yours, eyes fixed on his.
“Do you really think that?” he asked as if he could not believe what you were saying.
“Yes, yes I do”
“But I’m like twice your age” his voice hurt when he said that.
“Fuck that. I’m an adult, Bruno, you’re not forcing me or tricking me into anything. We’re not engaged or anything, you don’t have to worry about that. You’re not forcing me to do anything, I am an adult. Plus, you already lost 10 years of your life, do you want to lose more?”
“I’m sorry… it’s my fault, I ruin everything”.
“Oh, stop that, for god’s sake. Even if… nothing happens,” you gulped “you don’t have to push me away. We can be friends, if you don’t like me like that”. You felt his hand freeze under yours.
“I… I do want you like that” he said, his sight set on your hands, not able to look at your surprised eyes. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt the skin of your whole body bristle. That’s what you needed to hear.
You dropped his hand and leaned over to grab the collar of his shirt and before he could react you pulled him to you, closing the space between your lips and his. His eyes open as well as his shoulders raised and his arms not touching you showed his surprise, not knowing what to do. It took him a second before he slowly relaxed, closed his eyes and took his hands to your waist, fingers tightly holding the fabric of your skirt, gently pulling your body closer to his, a little bit too carefully, afraid he’d hurt you.
After an intense but tender kiss, you slowly pulled away, just enough to be able to look him in the eyes, his expression had changed and he was looking at you mesmerized.
“What was that?” He asked
“I don’t know”
You slowly began to kiss him again, but this time leaning towards him, tiptoeing just a bit. Your hands moved from his shirt to his neck, pulling him closer to you as he held your back, feeling more comfortable every second that passed. Your hands on his bare skin made him have shivers travelling through his whole body. Then you took your hands all down to his chest, and that’s when you gasped for air, feeling free, relieved. You looked up to him, whose hands were still around your waistline, he looked so sweet, with his hair already messy, his cheeks flustered and his green eyes staring at you, hypnotized. He was about to say something when you heard steps approaching the kitchen and you both rushed to separate and make sure everything was in place.
“You found him! In the… kitchen?” asked Mirabel from the door frame.
“No, yeah, he was uhm…” you rushed to say, rubbing your lips, when you remembered you were wearing a red lipstick and gasped, looked over to Bruno, you had a mini heart attack when you saw him licking his red tinted lips, then you looked back at Mirabel, who was standing there, trying to figure it out.
“I-I came looking for food” he tried to play it off, still not noticing the color on his lips.
“But there’s food at the party” she said, squinting her eyes like she was trying to see better, due to the bad lighting because it was starting to get dark outside.
“Oh, there is? Ha! funny, right? Then I guess I’ll go there” you saw he had the intention of walking out, but you stopped him and walked in front of him, reaching Mirabel, turning her around and walking her out.
“You know what? I need him to help me with something, he is right, we’re running out of snacks, we’ll catch you there in a moment!” You said as you pushed the confused girl out of the kitchen, came back, closed the door, and faced Bruno who was looking at you just as confused as his niece.
“Your… your lips” you pointed out. He touched his lips and then looked at yours and he came to realization.
“Oh, Oh! Right…” he was breathing heavily, eyes set on the floor, fingers carefully going over his lips. You took some steps closer to him, you gulped.
“Are you okay?” you asked softly while taking the last steps that separated you from him. He slowly nodded and finally got the nerve to look at you. Hesitant, he took his shaking hand to your cheek, feeling the heat over your blushed skin.
“Can I… kiss you?” he asked and your breathing became deeper. You surrendered to his touch and nodded.
“Yes” he took his other hand to your neck and leaned over to kiss you slowly, your lips merging into his. You reached over putting your hands over his shoulders, messing with his curls, playing with them, his hair was incredibly soft. When he moved away, you stared into each other’s eyes and couldn’t stop the smile to yourself.
“It’s okay” you said to him as you caressed his hair, he gave you a reassuring smile and you separated. “Let me help you with… that” you pointed at his lips and laughed with him. You grabbed a napkin from the drawer, then you proceeded to wipe the lipstick from him as he looked at you lovingly.
“Let’s go back, they’ll be worried” you suggested.
“Right. Wait, you think this… they suspect about this?” he asked.
“You can’t really hide anything in your family, so… but don’t worry, it’s just… we’re getting to know each other, right?” you proposed.
“Yeah… yes” he smiled at you and you started to walk towards the party room, side to side, chatting a bit between nervous smiles. Unconsciously you approached a table where all the grandkids were sitting in, and they all watched you come closer, they seemed like they had been having a… conversation.
“Where’s the snacks?” asked Mirabel. Fuck, the snacks.
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