#Bruno Madrigal fanfic

[noellemadrigal]

If you’re lost you can look and you will find me, time after time ✨💚

[foggyfanfic]

Dodgeball

Alma would like the record to show, that she has always tried to understand her son. Of course she has, she’s his mother, if she doesn’t understand Bruno, then who does?

Nobody, that’s who. Nobody understands Bruno.

Lately, ever since they started talking, really talking, she’s understood his anxieties, his hurt, his loneliness, his love of rats, and even his decision to live in the walls for ten years. But she has accepted that she will only ever understand half of what comes out of his mouth.

It started when he was six and everything he didn’t like was “square”, then when he was a teenager and everything good was that English word “nifty”. Lately, anytime Bruno saw Pepa or Julieta being affectionate with their husbands he would look his sisters in the eye and say “That’s cringe”. She assumed this terminology came from the future, but honestly, Bruno had always been so creative, he might have just dreamed this stuff up.

Now, Alma stared at the box the merchants had brought back from the city at Bruno’s request and debated if she even wanted to know.

Alma took a deep breath in, closed her eyes and slowly breathed out.

“I am trying to do better,” she quietly reminded herself, “I will be interested in, and supportive of… whatever this is.”

With that said, she opened her eyes, turned towards the stairs and started the short journey to her son’s door. She knocked on the blank wood next to the new and improved carving on Bruno’s door. Then she waited.

Eventually, the door opened, and Bruno gave her that quiet smile she had missed so dearly while he was gone, “Hola Má, what did you need?”

“A package has arrived for you,” she told him, “it’s too big for me to carry upstairs-.”

She apparently didn’t need to say anything else, because Bruno’s face lit up and he eagerly stepped through the doorway. He rushed to the banister and looked down at the box, grinning.

“Oh, that’s great!”

“Indeed,” Alma said, doing her best to smile warmly.

“I’ll open it right now and get it outta here,” Bruno promised her, already walking to the stairs. 

Alma followed, “No rush mijo. Do you need any help?”

“Ah, sí. I uh, I will probably need help inflating them,” he said, thoughtfully.

“Oh, well, I don’t know how much help I could be in that regard,” she frowned, then remembered something, “although I think I might know where the air pump is.”

Recently, Luisa had been trying to learn how to ride a bike, and she had picked up a small pump that Alma was pretty sure was in the closet by the laundry room.

“That’d be perfect,” Bruno nodded eagerly, practically skipping down the stairs, “a-and I’ll probably need something big to hold them in. If you don’t-, if you can think of-, por favor.”

“I will see what I can do,” Alma agreed, walking down the stairs at a much more sedate pace.

Bruno’s sandals slapped noisily against the tile as he rushed across the courtyard to the box waiting for him in the entryway. His hands fluttered around it excitedly for a second, then he patted his pockets down for the small pocket knife Camilo had gotten him for his first Christmas back. He carefully opened the pocket knife, then slid it through the tape holding the box closed.

“Bruno,” Alma finally dared to ask.

“Sí Mamá?” He didn’t look up as he unfolded the top of the box.

“What exactly is a ‘El Señor Divertido’s Super Bounce Dodgeball’, and why have you ordered a box of them?”

“Oh! Remember how Mirabel was saying we should find some way to stop people from pestering me for visions?”

Alma pursed her lips, “I do, however, I’m not sure throwing balls at people is the best solution.”

Granted, she wouldn’t stop him if he chose to start throwing harmless rubber balls, but Alma had put a lot of effort into softening the villagers towards her son. Him going on a red rubbery rampage might undo that hard work. Sure, there had always been days when she’d been tempted to throw things at various villagers for the way they talked to Bruno, but in some ways, her renewed determination to protect her son from the village’s disdain required she hold her tongue around others more so than before. Let Isabela and Pepa outwardly fight for Bruno, Alma would use her position as village leader to support his reintroduction into society.

It was the least she could do.

Thankfully, Bruno’s plan did not involve throwing things, or at the very least, didn’t involve him throwing things.

“What? Oh. I guess I could do that,” Bruno paused, frowning down at his box of deflated red rubber balls, then he shook his head and his grin came back, “B-but actually this is based off a joke that’s going to be really funny in the future. You’ll see! This is going to be great.”

She shoved aside her doubts and kissed Bruno’s cheek, “I’m sure it will be. Now, let me see if I can find that air pump.”

It took a day or two, and some help from her grandchildren, but Bruno got all of the dodgeballs inflated and stored in giant laundry sacks. He put the sacks of balls on a wagon and took it into town, leaving it in the town square. 

On the wagon he hung a sign that said “Only people that can aim with the accuracy of Apollo may receive the gift of prophecy. If you want me to give you a vision, first you have to hit me with a dodgeball. You get one try, and are liable for any property damage if you miss. Anyone who misses, then pesters me for a vision regardless, will be reported to Pepa.” 

He’d signed his name in green paint, along with a little hourglass, then in parentheses put “(Oh, and to the kids, you are allowed to play with balls as much as you want, just put them back in the wagon when you’re done. (Kids can also ask me for help re-inflating the balls, adults have to take care of that themselves.))”

Alma and Julieta stood in front of the wagon, staring at the sign. On another day, Alma would have taken the time to be amused that Julieta was standing the exact same way Pedro used to when he was confused, but today she was too busy being confused herself. Confused and concerned.

“Juli, mija, I-, you know I have been trying not to ask too much of you lately, so of course you can say no, however, would you mind-?”

“Making extra arepas in case Bruno gets pummeled with red balls for the sake of a joke nobody will get for another few decades?”

“Sí.”

“I will mind, but I will do it anyway. So long as I am also allowed to pummel him with red balls.”

“…that’s fair,” Alma nodded.

As they watched, a kid ran up and read the sign. His face lit up and he dug into the laundry bag for a ball, he paused long enough to smile politely at Alma and Julieta, then ran off with the ball held over his head.

“Guys, guys, el Señor Bruno is lending us this brand new ball,” he shouted, presumably at the other boys down the street.

“Well, at least he’s making the kids happy,” Julieta noted.

“Indeed.”

They stared at the wagon for another few seconds, then Alma sighed through her nose and walked away. Julieta fell into step beside her a second later. When Alma spared the wagon one last glance, Osvaldo was reaching into a bag for one of the balls.

She sent a silent prayer to God, Mother Mary, and any saint who felt like listening that this wouldn’t end with her son being grievously injured.

It turned out, however, that her fears were misplaced. 

Her first update on the dodgeball situation came from Camilo the next night as they all sat down for dinner. Luisa was giving Camilo a doubtful look, repeatedly asking “Really?” to which Camilo repeatedly answered “Really!”.

When Bruno walked in, head buried in a book, Camilo cheered, “There he is! Watch this!”

Without further ado, Camilo picked up a tortilla and threw it like a frisbee at Bruno. Pepa immediately began admonishing her son, but everybody else watched the tortilla as it sailed towards Bruno’s downturned head. At the very last second, Bruno ducked and the tortilla passed over his head, hitting the wall with a quiet “thwap”.

Bruno lifted his head from his book and looked at the tortilla as it slid down the wall to the floor, then he looked at Camilo, who was applauding him.

“E-even if that had hit me, it wouldn’t count,” Bruno told him, “It has to be, y’know, a dodgeball.”

“I know, I know, but Luisa was doubting your dodging skills,” Camilo retorted, jabbing a thumb at his cousin.

“I wasn’t doubting him!” Luisa immediately said, giving Bruno an apologetic look, “I just… y’know… was having a hard time imagining Tío Bruno jump over three balls at once.”

“Myeh, that’s fair,” Bruno shrugged. He pulled a bookmark out of his pocket and closed his book around it, then sat down, the book disappearing under the table.

Alma had no doubt Bruno would be sneaking peeks at it throughout the meal.

“Three dodgeballs at once?” Isabela asked, then she wrinkled her nose, “How would that even work?”

“El Señors Garcia, Cortez, and Lopez all wanted Tío Bruno to predict how this weeks football tournament will go so they could place bets,” Camilo said, “so when they saw Tío Bruno in the market they ran to the wagon then each grabbed a ball. You shoulda seen it, they were tripping each other and shoving each other, then they all got to Tío Bruno and threw their balls at the same time. El Señor Cortez had to throw his from the ground ‘cause Garcia had tripped him. So all three balls go zooming at Tío Bruno and he doesn’t even flinch, he just jumps straight up and let the balls go past him.”

“Really?” Mirabel asked, turning to look at Bruno.

Bruno shrugged again, “I-It’s not like I didn’t get plenty of warning. They were cussing each other out the entire time.”

“Yeah, but you just jumped straight up! I swear you jumped at least as high as the roof of the bookshop,” Camilo pointed out, gesturing to indicate exactly how high Bruno had jumped.

“Oh! Like in the walls,” Mirabel said, “like how you jumped over that big hole.”

“Basically,” Bruno nodded.

“Big hole?” Alma asked, unable to keep the worry out of her voice. She knew this was in the past, but she didn’t like the idea of her son jumping over large holes when he was in the walls, unable to get help if he got injured.

“Oh, yeah, heh heh, that,” Bruno rubbed at his arm, “w-well it didn’t start out as a big hole, at first it was a little hole. I-it’s only towards the last few years in there that it, you know, got uh, got… well, big.”

Alma frowned, “That doesn’t sound very safe.”

She was doing her best not to let her fears affect the way she treated her family, but she’d found, somewhat counterintuitively, that expressing those fears helped her to move past them. Besides, when she openly expressed her concern for his safety and well-being, Bruno would smile sheepishly. In the past when she had simply said things like “Do you think that was wise?” Bruno used to hang his head, shoulders drooping.

It was a small change, but one that had made a big difference in their relationship.

“I-I was fine, it’s like Mirabel said, I just uh, I just jumped over it,” Bruno reassured her, “it uh-, I actually got really good at jumping. Hence, y’know.”

Bruno waved a hand at Camilo, who once again acted out Bruno’s jump via hand gestures.

Alma breathed out through her nose, allowing her son's words to reassure her. She smiled at him, and nodded to indicate she believed him. Bruno grinned, as pleased as ever to have helped in any small way.

Dinner continued without any more mention of dodging or balls or jumping. And it was several days before she heard another word about Bruno’s little game.

The next update on Bruno’s new rubber ball based system of distributing visions, was heralded by a lot of angry shouting at Casita’s front door. Alma stood behind the door and strongly considered if she truly wished to open it.

“The sign itself says anyone who throws a ball and misses is liable for any property damage caused,” the voice that sounded suspiciously like la Señora Rivera shouted.

“Well I wouldn’t have missed if Bruno hadn’t moved!” retorted the voice of el Señor Marius.

“What?! You expected him to stand completely still so you could hit him?” Rivera snapped, “In case you didn’t get the memo, this is called a dodgeball. Dodge-ball.”

Alma didn’t wait to hear another word, it sounded like la Señora Rivera had this well in hand. Meanwhile, Alma needed to get started on that grocery list.

As she walked away there was an insistent knock on the door while Marius shouted, “Dona Alma?! Did you know your son has set a trap in order to turn the people of Encanto against each other?!”

“It’s not a trap, you’re just a dumbass!” 

Julieta peeked her head out of the kitchen, curiously. She raised an eyebrow at her mother in a silent question. Alma tapped a finger to her lips.

“We’re not home,” she informed her in a whisper.

Julieta glanced at the door, then slowly nodded, and obediently agreed, “Sí Mamá.”

After that, news of Bruno’s little game trickled into Alma’s ears through a variety of sources. Félix passed along a message from his football team that after seeing his agility and quick reflexes, they’d be happy to have Bruno, if he was interested. Bruno, who hadn’t been invited to join anything since he was seventeen, had blushed and admitted he’d already agreed to help coach the various kid’s teams and wouldn’t have the time.

Osvaldo showed up at Casita in need of an arepa after he threw a dodgeball at Bruno and ended up hitting a particularly vengeful donkey when Bruno ducked and rolled.

Various groups of children came by Casita with flat red balls and happily asked Bruno how he had learned to cartwheel so many times in a row, or jump off walls like that, or bend over backwards the way he had.

The game stretched on for three months, and changed shape as it did so. As far as Alma could tell, the object of the game had stopped being to win a vision two weeks in. Now, the young athletes and old braggarts of the village just wanted to be the one to finally hit Bruno. New rules had been drawn up and transcribed on a sign that was hung next to the first, such as “trapping Bruno is cheating” and “handing the ball to Bruno does not count as hitting him with it” and of course “hitting somebody who looks a lot like Bruno is not ‘close enough’ and Oscar is very sick of you throwing things at him”. 

This last rule was followed by the comment “maybe Oscar should learn how to dodge”, which itself was followed by a note, presumably from Oscar, that had to be covered with black paint and a reminder that kids read that sign.

Finally, in a great twist of fate, it was Agustín who won the game of dodgeball. 

Bruno and Agustín were out with Alma, helping her pick up the last two crates of wine for Dolores’ wedding. For obvious (albeit gently stated) reasons, Agustín was carrying the complimentary chocolate that the winery had thrown in as a wedding gift. Meanwhile, Alma and Bruno each carried a crate with nine bottles of wine.

As they passed through the town square, Alma smiled when she saw a bunch of school children kicking one of the now familiar red balls around. She turned to Bruno and remarked, “If nothing else, you have brought a great deal of joy to the village children.”

Bruno chuckled sheepishly, “Yeah, that’s-. Good, happy to, uh, make people happy. I guess.”

“Oops! Sorry,” one of the kids called to all the rest when he apparently kicked the ball out of bounds, and it rolled over to them.

Agustín, being the only one with a free hand, picked the ball up and said, “I’ll take it back over to them.”

They nodded, Alma bit her tongue to say something that might sound unintentionally judgemental like “Sí, that would be best”. Idly, she tried to think of a casual, non-patronizing way of saying “The fact that you know your limits and work with them instead of getting defensive shows exactly how good of a man you are”. She supposed it would have to wait until a quiet moment, when she could take the time to properly express her admiration of her son in law’s character.

Old Alma would have been content to assume that Agustín understood how much she''d grown to respect him over the years, however Old Alma had also been content to assume that her son understood how much she loved him. And that clearly hadn’t-.

“Whoops,” Agustín yelped, interrupting Alma’s musings.

What came next, Bruno would later insist at dinner, was proof that Agustín was perhaps the most magic person in the village.

Agustín tripped over a raised cobblestone and the ball flew out of his hand. It soared towards the door of the shoe cobbler’s shop, which flew open just in time to smack the ball away. The ball shot into the center of the square, where it bounced off the front of a passing wagon. Now zooming through the air at dangerous speeds, the ball passed over head bystanders as said bystanders threw themselves to the ground. It hit the wall of the church, cutting some of its momentum but changing its trajectory. 

Straight towards Alma.

Alma had maybe three seconds at most to stare at the now rapidly incoming red ball and try to come up with a response. She couldn’t throw herself out of the way, that would mean dropping the wine. However three seconds isn’t a lot of time, and that was the only thing she could think of.

Then the ball was gone, hidden behind her son, who was suddenly standing toe to toe with her, curled protectively around his crate of wine. 

Bruno screwed up his face, and planted his feet. His body jerked as Alma heard the unmistakable sound of the ball bouncing off his back.

For a second the entire square was silent. 

Then Bruno sighed, stood up straight, turned to Agustín and said, “Oh come on!”

People cheered, children applauded, Alma half expected somebody to throw confetti. Some guys came up and firmly patted Bruno’s shoulder, telling him it was “a good way to go out”, while others shook Agustín’s hand.

It took them about an hour to get home as Agustín and Bruno unexpectedly found themselves at the center of an impromptu award ceremony. Turns out, somebody had been keeping track of how many days Bruno had gone without getting hit, and an actual medal with the exact number was being made. Agustín was handed a trophy, probably the only athletic award he would ever receive in his life, and asked to give a little speech. He stumbled through thanking his wife, and saying what a great honor this was, then hit gold with the crowd when he highlighted some of the most memorable attempts by people who were actively trying to hit Bruno.

Soon after, Bruno was convinced to make a tradition of it, although he said that he would want to put some sort of time limit on the game next time.

“M-maybe a month long event?” he had suggested, “It could be-, we could make it a whole tournament?”

Finally, they were allowed to go home as people began debating how they could turn the dodgeball game into a month-long tournament. However, even when they did get home, Bruno and Agustín were cajoled into telling the story at least six times. Bruno added more and more ridiculous ways for the ball to be tossed around the square with each re-telling.

Dinner featured the most exaggerated version of the story of all, with Camilo and Antonio happily chiming in with suggestions to encourage Bruno. And, of course, there was the very noisy debate over whether or not Agustín had magic.

"If he gets magic, I better get magic too," Félix joked, "you ain't the only one who married into this family."

Then, finally, after everything had wound down and the family was headed off to bed, finally Alma got the chance to hug her son.

“Gracias, mijo, for what you did earlier,” she whispered as she hugged him, then pulled back, cupped his blushing face, and kissed his cheek.

“It… it was nothing,” Bruno chuckled in his quiet, awkward way, “don’t mention it.”

Alma shook her head, smiling softly, “Ay, you know, you’ve always been so modest. Even when the entire village crowded around you to tell you how special your gift was, you were such a humble child.”

“O-oh?”

“Sí,” she sighed quietly, “you have always been a good son, you know that, don’t you? Even when I didn’t show it, I have always been proud of you.”

Bruno smiled down at his toes, stuttering over half aborted sentences. Eventually, he laughed quietly, then gave her a crooked half smile, his strange sense of humor glimmering in his eyes, “Right in the feels.”

Alma chuckled, shaking her head. She gave him another hug and bid him good night. It was true that she would never fully understand the things Bruno said, but she knew what he meant.

[capypub]

Bruno Madrigal (Encanto) Masterlist

Summer Wine (Completed)

Bruno Madrigal x OFC

Rating: T - M (chapters vary in rating)

Bruno can’t help but be drawn to beautiful little bartender who so openly flirted with him, unbothered by the rumors and stories. She’s everything he ever wanted to be, confident, comfortable around people, and able to bring out the best in those she serves. Over time, as they grow closer, she begins to bring out parts of him he never knew existed, courage, dominance, and perhaps a bit of jealousy…

Chapter 1 Chapter 6 Chapter 11 Chapter 16

Chapter 2 Chapter 7 Chapter 12 Chapter 17

Chapter 3 Chapter 8 Chapter 13

Chapter 4 Chapter 9 Chapter 14

Chapter 5 Chapter 10 Chapter 15

Dancing With the Double-Edged Sword (Completed)

Bruno Madrigal x OFC

Rating: T- M (Chapters Vary)

Summary: When Bruno introduced Hernando to the family, his sisters and mother thought he was simply playing games, but as they grew older and Hernando continued to grow with Bruno, they realized that he might be here to stay. After many failed attempts at “curing” Bruno, the family eventually grew used to Hernando’s presence, learning to recognize the signs of when they were interacting with Bruno and when they were interacting with Hernando. Although their personalities may differ, they continue to share the same body. Now they must learn to maneuver romance together as they pursue the same woman. Likewise, she learns how to love two versions of the same man, finding pieces in each of them that only draw her closer.

Chapter 1 Chapter 6 Chapter 11

Chapter 2 Chapter 7 Chapter 12

Chapter 3 Chapter 8 Chapter 13

Chapter 4 Chapter 9 Chapter 14

Chapter 5 Chapter 10 Chapter 15

[halseyquinn]

Birthday miracle

A/N: When I scrolled through all the content for the Madrigal triplets’ birthday, inspiration suddenly hit me ;) This is the first time I wrote an actual story for this fandom...I hope you enjoy it.

Just a little bit of Bruno-birthday-angst and platonic (!) family fluff :) I tried to combine my story idea with today’s “Encantober” prompt “miracle” (I hope it’s “miraculous” enough ;) Also: I don’t speak Spanish, so please feel free to tell me if I got anything wrong!

TW: none

“Squeak!” Bruno tried - rather unsuccessfully - to ignore the high-pitched sound and carefully turned around in his hammock. Bad idea - he seemed to have underestimated the might of gravity and soon hit the floor with an uncomfortable “thud”. The good thing was he was definitely wide awake now. “Squeak?” A small, pearly grey rat sat on the edge of his hammock and looked straight into his eyes when he finally decided to open them. The expression on the furry little face could almost have been described as concerned - if it had been a human. “S’alright, I’m alright” he muttered, trying to sound comforting as he gingerly massaged the throbbing spot on the back of his head.

Who was he kidding? He was 50 years old...no, 51 already, today was his birthday and...He sighed. “Great way to start your birthday” he mumbled under his breath and knocked on the nearest wooden floor tile he could reach - just in case. He gloomily looked around the room and sighed again. Maybe it would be better to just stay where he was, right here on the floor. Because...this day was bound to become awkward and uncomfortable, right? It was his - and his sisters’ - first birthday after...everything. The last time they had celebrated together had been eleven years ago - and even back then it hadn’t been a very pleasant day for anyone. Too much uncomfortable tension, too much regret, just too much... And not enough at the same time. Not enough words. Not enough honesty. Bruno had nervously started to wring his hands without even noticing. Now he was back - but was anything really different? Had they really spoken about things? Had they truly forgiven him for what he’d done? Had he forgiven them? Was he really welcome or were they just too polite to kick him out again? He started to shiver a little which had hardly anything to do with the fact that he was still sitting on the floor in only his nightclothes. Wrapping his arms protectively around his body, Bruno’s gaze fell upon the little grey rat again, which seemed to eye him curiously. “What am I supposed to do?” he asked it softly and somewhat hopefully, feeling unable to come up with the right answer himself. “Squeak! Squeak!” The rat looked more agitated now, almost enthusiastic. It even seemed to make little movements with its paws as if to shoo him out of the room...no, he’d likely just hit his head harder than he’d thought.

Before Bruno could ponder this curious situation any further, the door of his room was energetically pushed open to reveal his youngest nephew, already dressed and accompanied by what seemed to be each and every one of his animal friends. Before Bruno could even utter so much as a “good morning”, his rodent companion had started to squeak even louder than before. “Yes, that’s right!” Antonio agreed. “I came here to get him - what? He doesn’t want to leave his room? But why?” the last part was directed at Bruno, accompanied by a half-surprised, half-curious look. “Uh- nothing, it was nothing” he muttered comfortingly, hoping Antonio wouldn’t see through him. The kid was extremely perceptive for his age. “I-uh...I just...wasn’t sure whether I was already allowed to...leave my room - you know, so that I don’t spoil the...surprise?” he offered. Where on earth were his good ideas and acting skills when he needed them? But Antonio - luckily - seemed perfectly satisfied with his answer. “It’s alright, tío! You don’t have to wait anymore - everyone’s already waiting for you, downstairs!” he beamed at his perfectly nonplussed uncle. The latter was only able to utter a feeble “T-they do?”. Antonio nodded, still smiling. “Well, uh, I guess...you better go back then and I get dressed properly in the meantime and then I’ll join you all?” Bruno suggested. But Antonio only shook his head, making his curls bounce wildly. “Nope” he said, before adding “They told me to tell you to come to the kitchen - now. We’ve been waiting for you for a while, you know? Everyone’s really excited already...” he trailed off a little. Oh no, not the puppy dog eyes. Bruno could never say “no” to anything any of his nephews or nieces asked him if they looked at him that sadly. “It’s alright, I go with you right away, okay?” he said quickly, relieved to see Antonio’s face light up again.

Bruno hastily donned his ruana, which had been rather carelessly thrown over a chair and looked accordingly, and followed his youngest nephew plus animal entourage downstairs. He didn’t really have a chance to wonder about anything before they reached the kitchen. Antonio went in first, Bruno followed a little hesitantly, carefully peeking around the corner and - “¡Felicidades, Bruno!” He was overwhelmed for a moment, so many people, so many animals, so many voices and noises, Pepa was dabbing at her eyes, a little rain cloud forming above her head, from the corner of his eyes his spotted a huge multilayered cake, balloons and lots of colorful flowers, Julieta rounded the corner and - the next moment he was pulled into a tight hug. And suddenly everything was alright. He didn’t even feel the little bump on his head anymore. “Happy Birthday, mi hermano - I’m so happy to have you back...finally” Julieta whispered. Bruno couldn’t hold back the tear that ran down his face and trickled through the fabric of his shirt. “T-Thank you, I-I’m s-so happy to be back, too” he sniffled and felt his sister hug him even tighter. The two of them were soon joined by Pepa, who wasn’t even trying to pretend she wasn’t crying and after a couple of minutes the whole Madrigal family had joined what could only be described as a gigantic group hug. Well, not the whole family, to be precise. Alma Madrigal, who had left the room for a moment to fetch a vase for the flowers, stopped abruptly when she entered the kitchen again, eyes going wide with surprise. Then a soft smile spread over her features as she murmured to herself “Que milagro” [”What a miracle”]. She carefully placed the vase on a nearby table and went to embrace her wonderful family.

[cloudly-moonlight]

What triggers you if you read Bruno Madrigal fanfic and what makes fanfiction so unrealistic, something that doesn't fit or look right on you.

Bruno been sexually abused then marry his abuser... (I don't understand how that work.)

Bruno marrying his bully that bullied him for years.

Bruno depending his abuser, (Unless he got stockholm syndrome). Other than that I can't think of anything to say.

There is no such thing as as an accidental kiss.... it's not real, whoever said it happenes are lying to you. Accidental kiss happen in Tv shows, movies like Kdramas and so on.

Bruno keep going back to his captors... I can't seem to put my mind through it, I don't know why but it is what it is.

Bruno in fanfiction are always so weak, timid, shy and helpless.... I want to read a strong Bruno Madrigal not a hopeless one.

I would say more but I'm working on my story for now.

Btw these are just my opinions and you don't have to agree with me.

[5footframe]

No one deserves that

✨Chapter 5 of “Please Find me” ✨

“Bruno gets a chance to rest and an old guardian reassures him that his healing is valid.”

CW for description of injuries

Last chapter! I finally finished it! I hope you all like it 💚✨

[bruno-madrigal-my-beloved]

The Only One for Me- Chapter 1

Bruno Madrigal x Reader/OC

Current rating: T (subject to change)

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Your name is Elena Suárez. You're 30 years old and you're perfectly happy with your life the way it is: Surrounded by family, helping out at your parents bakery, and generally just living your life the way you want to. Everything was basically perfect.

…Except of course for your mother constantly badgering you about when you plan to settle down and have kids. You don't even want kids. You were perfectly happy being the cool aunt instead. That didn't stop your mother and every guy you came into contact with trying to convince you otherwise, unfortunately. Though it wasn't like you weren't interested in having a relationship. It was just that no one has ever seemed to fit the bill.

That was until you met him of course. The man you had been fascinated with since your childhood. The man the whole town and your own mother had warned you to stay away from. The bringer of bad luck and despair.

After disappearing nearly a decade ago he was finally back—and he was the biggest dork you had ever met in your life. You had to have him.

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Story after the cut for those who prefer to read on Tumblr

Chapter 1

“Mamá I already told you I’m fine,” you insist, carefully removing a couple of baking pans from the wood-fire oven. The rich scent of freshly baked cakes drifts through the room as you shuffled about, a slight sheen of sweat glistening along your brow. It was almost like you were the one inside of the oven instead of the cakes. Unfortunately, opening the windows had only done so much with the sun already so high in the sky.

“Por favor, mija,” your mother sighed as she pressed on, watching as you set the small pans down on the wooden trivets lining the countertop. “You’re already thirty years old, don’t you think it’s time you started looking to settle down?”

You close your eyes and take in a deep breath, wiping your face with a nearby towel before placing your hands along the cool edges of the countertop. Every year it was always the same thing. A conversation you dreaded whenever it reared its ugly head. You sincerely wondered if the questioning would ever stop or if you were just destined for an eternity of judgment. Honestly, it really shouldn’t be as big of a deal as your family was always making it out to be.

“I already told you mamá,” you said gently, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you tried to keep your voice level. “I’m already happy with the way things are right now. You don’t have to keep worrying about me.”

You continued with your work, gently patting another layer of cake out of its tin and onto the cooling wire rack. Several other cake slabs sat beside them. It had already been a couple of hours or so since the first few layers had started cooling and you were looking forward to adding the final touches. Just to be sure, you lightly tapped the top of one of the slabs before poking it with a toothpick. It came out spotlessly clean. Perfecto! Now, where did you set that jam again?

“You say that now,” your mother carried on, either oblivious to your attempted dismissal of the subject or merely choosing to disregard it, “but what about in another five or ten years? Don’t you want a family some day? I’m just so worried about you mija.”

And there it was; the pit of guilt in your stomach clawing its way up into your throat again. You resolutely squashed it down and kept moving, opening cupboards and searching through the drawers. Maybe if you ignored the subject long enough she would drop it. Now, where had that jar gone? You knew you had set it down around here somewhere.

“Have you seen the berry jam? I could have sworn I left it on the table earlier but I can’t find it anywhere,” you asked, trying to move the conversation in a different direction. How many times would you need to repeat yourself before it sunk in? You loved your mamá dearly and you hated to hurt her feelings, but this wasn’t something you were really interested in debating about right now. Or ever, really, but that was beside the point.

“Elena,” your mother pleaded. You looked over to see a frown pulling at her lips, wrinkles pulling down taut along her cheeks. The lines in her face seemed to grow deeper everyday. You were sure this endless circle she insisted on putting you through was probably also partially to blame. For a moment, a sense of guilt tugged at your heart. No, no. You need to be strong, you urged yourself.

“I’m fine, mamá, honest. And I already have a family,” you insist, hands raising as you began counting off of your fingers. “I have you, papá, Catalina, Luciana, mis cuñados, y todos mis sobrinos.”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” she said somewhat sternly before taking a breath, pausing. A glassiness had overtaken her dark eyes. “Both of your hermanas have already found someone special in this town and helped our family flourish. I’m so worried that if you wait too long there won’t be any good men left for you and you’ll end up all alone. I just can’t stand thinking about you missing out on one of the biggest joys in life, mi vida.”

You clasped your hands together, eyes drifting to the floor as you bit at your lower lip. A mix of anxiety and irritation bubbled in your gut as you searched for the right words to say. Though, sometimes you wondered if it really even mattered. Most of the time it felt like you were talking to a brick wall. No matter what you said, it never really seemed to sink in. Why couldn’t anyone just respect your feelings and let it go?

“Really, I’m fine,” you stressed for what felt like the hundredth time. Your fingers fiddled together as you looked back up with a strained smile, lips tight like a rubber band ready to snap. “I’m perfectly happy just being a tía. And it’s not like I wouldn’t like someone if the right guy came along. It’s just that… It seems like every guy my age in this town either wants kids as soon as possible or already has them. No one’s interested in, well, just me.”

“Because that’s what you’re supposed to do, Elena!” your mother suddenly snapped, waving a hand in your direction. You pulled a face, brows scrunching together in offense as you took a step back. “Of course they would want to have children with you! You’re a sweet, beautiful young woman. You would make a wonderful mother someday.”

“But I don’t want to be!” you bit back, throwing your hands to your sides in a huff as the last bit of restraint within you broke.

The twinkling sound of shattering glass snapped both of your attentions from the heated argument. There in the kitchen doorway, a look of shock plastered across his face with his hands outstretched, stood your sobrino Samuel. His large brown eyes locked on yours before shifting down to the sparkling mess of reflective shards littering the tiles. A blush of shame deepened along his chestnut colored cheeks.

“Oh! Samuelito, I’m so sorry.” you said softly, walking over towards him and past your mother before she could speak. He blinked at you as you leaned down carefully on the floor. You gently grabbed his hands and looked them over. “Did I scare you? Are you hurt? Tía didn’t mean to be so loud.”

Samuel shook his head and you smiled, rubbing your thumb over his cheek with a sigh of relief. You looked down at the mess now scattered all over the floor and your eyes widened in surprise. Flecks of purple jam and berries had nestled themselves between the bits of glass glittering along the tiles. How very interesting. You puckered your lips into a knowing smirk and raised an eyebrow.

“Hombrecito, did you steal the jam I made for the cakes?” you said in a playfully accusing manner. Samuel looked down at the glass, black hair falling over his face before he looked back up at you with a sheepish expression. His mouth pulled into a small grimace before he brought his hand up hesitantly, pecking his fingers to his lips a few times.

“You ate it all?” you said, aghast as you placed a hand over your heart. “¡Tu pequeño ladrón! What am I going to do now? The whole town is going to starve now that I don’t have any berry jam to fill the cakes with!” You emphasized this by giving him a little poke in the tummy. He smiled and tried to wiggle away from you as you scooped him up off the ground and away from the glass. You gave a slight grunt. Were all seven year olds this heavy?

“Ay, such a mess,” said your mother as she scurried over with a broom in hand. You stepped out of the way, sobrino held snugly in your arms.

“It’s fine, we have plenty of other jars,” you dismissed, ruffling Samuel’s hair. “But someone needs to learn to be more careful! What am I supposed to make jam out of now? Maybe I should just mash you up instead!”

Samuel smiled and shook his head, wriggling away from your tickling fingers until you were forced to set him down. He pointed out towards the door of the kitchen before bringing his hands up to wiggle his first two fingers over his palm. You rolled your eyes and smiled, huffing with amusement under your breath.

“Welllll, I guess we could go to the market in the town square and get some more,” you relented. Samuel grinned. “Besides, your papá y mamá won’t be back until late anyways.”

“If you’re going to go out then at least make sure to pick up some sugar and coffee beans as well. We’re almost out,” your mother remarked as she swept up the glass into a dustpan. She paused to look around the kitchen, inspecting the rest of the floor before shaking her head and heading off to the trashcan in the corner.

“Claro, mamá,” you answered, dusting some flour off of your long skirt. “What time were you heading up to the Madrigal’s, by the way? I forgot to have Catalina bring up the dulce de leche cookies. Would you mind taking them up when you and papá leave?”

“Si, and soon. But why don’t you come with us?” she asked as she swept along the bottom cupboards lining the walls on the other end of the kitchen. “You haven’t come up a single time within the last few months. I’m sure it would do you good to meet some new people and help out.”

“I can’t, remember? I have to watch Samuelito for Catalina. You know he doesn’t do well in large crowds like that,” you said, thankful to have your excuse to fall back on. Though, truthfully it had been your own idea in the first place. Your mother had been trying to get you to come help with the restorations ever since that fateful day la casa Madrigal had fallen. As much as you would have loved to help, and really you did feel quite bad about the whole ordeal, your skills were far better applied elsewhere. Like making treats and lunches for the town for one thing. That, and you were terribly afraid that if you so much as stepped foot up on the property, your mother would instantly turn into la señora matchmaker and you really didn’t want to deal with that right now.

“Ay, fine,” your mother relented, seemingly too tired to continue arguing her point. You hoped it would last longer this time around. “Just don’t keep him out all day like last time. Mi nieto needs to get to bed on time for once.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile at your mother’s scolding while your sobrino pouted below you. It wasn’t your fault there was so much fun to have out in the wilderness along the edges of the Encanto. If any of your sobrinos wanted to go swimming or climb a tree, who were you to deny them their fun? Especially Samuel. The poor kid already had trouble making friends in the first place because of his speech impediment. Who were you to deny him the fun he deserved? You were his tía, not his mother.

“Si, si, mama,” you said obediently, poking your tongue out at your sobrino as you walked over to the center table to grab your mochila bag. “I have to be back soon to finish the cakes for tomorrow anyway.” Samuel pouted again and you gave him a shrug.

“Sorry hombrecito, works gotta be done,” you confessed, sliding the strap of the bag over your shoulder. A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth as you watched your mom continue sweeping her way across the kitchen. You knew it was probably a bad idea but it was just too tempting.

“Alright, adios! See you when you and papá get back home tonight!” you said cheerfully, skipping forward with a grin. A disgruntled gasp left your mother’s mouth as your shoes, very deliberately, brushed underneath the broom as you crossed her path.

“Dios mío! Elena Rojas Suárez!” she yelled after you as you snatched up your sobrino and sprinted out the door, chuckling to yourself. You knew you’d pay for that one later but you just couldn’t help yourself. It was just a little something to make you feel better after the little spat you both had had. Besides, it’s not like you really believed in any of those dumb old superstitions anyway. Not like your mom did. If you ever did decide to get married sometime in your future, a little sweep over the feet wasn’t going to stop you.

The walk down to the market in town square was always a pleasure when the air was this fresh. With your house situated towards the back end of town and nestled alongside the river it always gave you time to get lost in thought as you strolled along. Samuel walked beside you, holding your hand as you looked up into the sky. A bright, cloudless blue met your eyes and you smiled. Pepa must be in a wonderful mood, you mused to yourself. It was still hard to stop thoughts like these from coming even after the months that had gone by. The Madrigals and their gifts were just something that had always gone hand in hand ever since you could remember. You were still getting used to the fact that they were just like everyone else now. It was strange to say the least.

You had always been intrigued by the Madrigals. Ever since you were a little girl you had wondered what it must be like to be a part of the most amazing family in the village. Being able to control the weather, heal anyone with ease, or even predict the future—it was all so utterly mind-blowing at the time. Of course, this sense of wonder soon evolved into a sense of deep respect as you grew older. The duties the family shared taking care of all the town’s people were no easy feat. When you were younger you had almost wished you had been born into a family as amazing as theirs. The idea of having some sort of special gift all your own was an incredible thought—the ceremonies being even more so. You still remembered every single one. Though, nothing would ever beat the first.

You had been about thirteen at the time when you heard the news. The eldest Madrigal grandchild was going to be getting some sort of gift just like señora Madrigal’s children had before you were born. Even though you had only met two of them personally, you had been in awe of them pretty much your entire life. You could never forget the kindness in Julieta’s eyes when your papá had taken you to her the day you broke your leg falling out of a tree when you were just a little kid. The arepa she fed you had been the most delicious thing you’d ever eaten in your life. It was almost as remarkable as feeling your leg snap painlessly back into place after that first bite, good as new. Even seeing Pepa’s work down where they farmed all the town’s produce had been beyond phenomenal. Within the blink of an eye the sky had shifted from crystal blue to burnt charcoal as she raged in the middle of the field. It was as awe-inspiring as it was terrifying.

Out of the triplets though, the one you had always been most curious about was the one you had never actually seen before. This wasn’t for lack of trying, of course. Your mother forbade it the second the idea sprang out of your mouth. He’s a bad man, your mother would always say. He’ll bring you bad luck, he’ll curse you, he’ll ruin everything if you go to see him. Of course, your younger self was just as skeptical about good and bad luck as you were now and had tried to go anyway. A man who could see the future? What could possibly be cooler than that? You never quite did look at your mother’s chanclas the same after that failed escapade.

When you finally were able to go up to la casa Madrigal for Isabela’s gift ceremony, your mother had kept you on the tightest leash. And even though you had tried your hardest to search through the crowd, you hadn’t seen anyone who resembled the mysterious Bruno Madrigal. Of course, all you really knew were the stories that were spread around by the town folk at the time. Now that you were older you knew better than to look for a monstrous looking man with glowing green eyes.

Even though you had failed in your mission to find the elusive doomsayer, you hadn’t ended up being all that let down in the end. Not when you had so easily become entranced by the amazing ceremony before you. The second the small girl’s hand had touched the knob of the glowing golden door a burst of color flashed into the room. A curtain of gorgeous pink flowers had bloomed spontaneously above the frame as her name engraved itself upon the door. Swirling loops of golden lines etched themselves around the border as an image of the little girl shimmered in the center, bathed in flowers much like the ones currently sprouting up all over the rest of the room. It had been a truly magnificent sight.

A few months later you had gotten to go again, this time for Pepa’s daughter Dolores. Then a few years later came Luisa. A few more after that and it was Camilo’s turn. Each time you couldn’t help but stand in awe as whatever amazing gift these lucky children were blessed with made themselves known. You would clap, and cheer, and smile along with the rest of the crowd. It was something you always looked forward to as time went on. The Madrigals were certainly something to behold. But then soon came the biggest surprise of them all—Mirabel.

Never before had you felt worse for a person in your life. The absolute distress in the little girl’s eyes had cut you to your very core. No one had really known how to react when the door had disintegrated the way it had, fading away and leaving poor little Mirabel to stand atop the stairs with her abuela looking just as shocked as the rest of you. The town’s folk had started muttering amongst themselves in confusion while you could only stare. You remember wondering what on earth was going on. This hadn’t been like any of the other times. When it finally struck you that Mirabel had, in fact, received nothing at all, almost being rejected by the house itself, your heart tore in half for her. It made things all the more anxiety inducing when Antonio’s turn had come around almost a decade later. You were thankful to hear that things had gone well for the boy while you stayed at home. It was the only ceremony you had ever missed, though for an entirely different reason.

However, it hadn’t taken very long for the town to stop talking about the events of Mirabel’s failed ceremony back when it happened. Not even a couple days had passed when news came about that the youngest sibling of the Madrigal triplets had completely disappeared. Some speculated that Mirabel’s unfortunate circumstances had somehow been his fault and he had left out of shame. Or perhaps, others would say, that he had been devious enough to cause it intentionally and been kicked out of town because of it. With all the bad luck he was said to cause, not many people questioned these allegations. All sorts of rumors cropped up one after another, but as usual you refused to believe a single one of them. After all, even after all your twenty years inside the village at the time you had never actually seen the guy, let alone met him. Unless murals counted of course, much like the one you were walking alongside now as you made your way towards the middle of town. How could you pass judgment on someone you hadn’t even spoken to once in your life?

The sweet smell of orchids and roses hit you much stronger than it had been along the pathway as you stepped out into the square. Everywhere you turned, flowers of all sorts absolutely poured over the window sills and balconies. It had always been one of your favorite reasons for coming this far into town. Of course, ever since la casa Madrigal fell those few months ago, things had turned a little deeper in color for the town. Now there were more than just pink, white, and red flowers around every corner. Tons of luscious cacti and other various plants in every shade imaginable had sprouted over just about every available inch of the village. It had waned a little as time went on. Even so, several of the plants were still happily scattered about, adding a nice range to the flowers that had become the norm over time. You for one were a lot happier now that some more greenery was around to spice things up.

As you spotted the shop in the distance, you tugged your sobrino along with a bit of a skip in your step. With almost everyone up at la casa Madrigal helping with the renovations, you didn’t have to worry about getting too many weird looks while trying to get Samuel to laugh. Not that you really cared about how you looked to anyone else, really. Poor Samuel was just too shy and you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. You knew though that if you could get a smile and a few little huffs out of him you had done your job well. Not that your job was ever really done.

Not paying enough attention to where you were walking, you found yourself stumbling backwards as a sudden weight slammed into you in front of the door to the shop. You grasped at your head with your free hand and looked around, wincing. A hooded man dressed in a green ruana stood before you. His hand was also busy rubbing at his temple before his hazel green eyes turned upwards to meet your own.

“I’m so sorry—”

“Excuse me, I didn’t mean to—”

You both broke off after talking over one another. An uncomfortable silence followed as you both waited for the other to speak. When it seemed that neither of you were willing to go first, the man lowered his gaze and shifted uneasily, soothing himself as he rubbed his arm. You bit your lower lip and took in a breath. Before you could break the silence, the man suddenly reached forward and grasped the doorknob to the shop, pulling it wide open. He gestured for you to step inside, refusing to look up from underneath his hood again.

You raised an eyebrow but thanked the strange man with a light smile regardless of if he could actually see you or not, leading Samuel inside along with you. As you walked into the shop you caught your sobrino openly staring back at the man. With a gentle tug, you pulled him along.

“Don’t stare, Samuelito. You don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, do you?” you asked in a slight whisper, leaning down closer to his level.

Samuel shook his head, a look of guilt shining in his eyes. You gently slipped your hand out of his and pulled him into a small side hug, ruffling his hair with the other as you consoled him. It seemed to do the trick and he smiled again. You smiled back before looking back up to the man waiting for you behind the counter.

“Señorita Elena, I haven’t seen you in quite some time! And Samuelito, how is my hombrecito doing today?” said the balding older man through a toothy grin. Your sobrino smiled and waved, giving a small thumbs up.

“Buenos días señor Fernández. Lo siento, I’ve just been so busy at home with all the baking and cooking, not to mention keeping an eye on Samuel for Catalina and Esteban, that I haven’t had a chance to stop by sooner,” you said with a sheepish grin. “How have the renovations up at la casa Madrigal been going? Mi papá says you guys are almost all finished. Is that true?”

“Oh sí! They’re just mostly putting the finishing touches on now,” señor Fernández beamed. “Muchas gracias de nuevo por tu comida. I don’t know what we would have done without all your delicious treats and lunches. Mi hijo Carlos especially loved your mini guava pies. Maybe I could introduce you sometime?”

“De nada, but uh,” you started, your smile tightening in place. “I just have so much work to do and I’m afraid I won’t have time really to properly meet anyone right now. Mi familia and I have to reopen the shop soon after all. Once everything is back to normal I mean.”

“Ah, that’s too bad,” lamented señor Fernández. “Well, anyway, what can I get for you today?”

“Oh! Right,” you said with some relief, glad to have the topic changed back to something a bit more pleasant. “Somebody decided to eat the last of my berry jam today so I’m here to pick up some new ingredients. I need sugar, two packages of raspberries, and um… oh! Right, coffee beans too please.”

You watched as señor Fernández bustled about behind the counter, stepping into the back room with a basket in hand. A strange tingling sensation buzzed at the back of your neck. You turned your head and glanced back to see the strange man from before looking over towards you. He immediately dropped his eyes to the floor as you gave him a friendly smile. Hm, must be shy, you thought to yourself.

“Um, I really am sorry about that whole thing, by the way,” you called over to him. He looked up in surprise. “I should have been watching where I was going. I hope you’re alright.”

It looked like the man was contemplating something to himself for a moment, his hand returning to his arm again to rub nervously. He licked his lips before looking back up at you.

“Uh, no that’s okay,” he said quietly, voice unsure. “It was my fault, really.”

Before you could protest, señor Fernández returned from the backroom with a basket in hand. You smiled when you saw everything accounted for being set atop the desk before a strange tapping met your ears.

“There you are, señorita,” the shopkeeper said happily, drawing your attention away from the sudden noise. “You’re lucky too! That was the last package of sugar I had for the day.” He gave the bag of sugar a few pats to emphasize this. A small groan dragged your attention back to the man behind you.

“Are you alright?” you asked with concern. The man’s brows shot up his forehead when he realized you had heard him, immediately waving his hands in front of himself in dismissal.

“Oh, no, that wasn’t me,” he insisted, eyes darting back and forth frantically. “That was just uh… the door! Yeah, noisy thing isn't it?” He gave an awkward chuckle and leaned back, opening and closing the door a few times while unsubtly making a small noise out of the corner of his mouth. “No, I’m fine. Nothing wrong here.”

You couldn't help but giggle, finding yourself smiling incredulously at the antics of the strange man. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked over at the wall, avoiding your stare. When you turned back to señor Fernández an idea struck you as you caught on to the circumstances. Smiling, you leaned over the counter and whispered to the shopkeeper. He raised an eyebrow at you before glancing over to the strange man with a look of disapproval.

“If you say so,” he said simply with a shrug before handing you an extra bag along with the basket of goods he had procured for you. With a satisfied grin, you made your way over to the strange man in the overly large ruana. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn he looked as if he were trying to escape seconds before you turned around.

“Did you want some sugar?” you asked casually with a smirk, your sobrino sticking close by your side. The man in green looked at you as if you had grown another head before realization dawned on him. He shook his head vigorously.

“Oh, no! N-no, no, that’s fine,” he said, raising his hands defensively. A few dark curls poked out from behind the fabric from their tousling as he shook his head again. “I can just come back tomorrow. Not a big deal. Don’t worry about me.” The same awkward, lopsided grin pulled at his lips again.

“Nonsense,” you dismissed, setting down the basket before grabbing the sugar and extra bag. You poured half of the contents into the new bag before tying it and handing it over to the man. He blinked at your offering before looking back up to your face and back down again.

“I—”

“Just take it,” you interrupted him with a smile. “I only needed about this much for now anyway.” This was, of course, a blatant lie but you weren’t about to tell him that. Your mamá would just have to get a little extra when la repostería opened back up.

You nudged the bag towards him again. His green hazel eyes looked at you with uncertainty before he reached out, taking the bag from you with hesitance, careful not to touch you. An almost barely there genuine smile ghosted over his lips as he clutched the bag close.

“Gracias,” he said with sincerity.

“De nada,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. “You know, you look kind of familiar… have we met before? I’m sorry if I’m forgetting, I just can’t seem to place where I’ve seen you before.”

It had been nagging at you from the moment you had run into each other in front of the shop. You didn’t know if it was his eyes, or maybe it was the rather large nose, but something about him was incredibly familiar. It had been ages since you had really gotten out and socialized, so it wasn’t like this was all that surprising for you. Though, maybe he could just be someone you met a long time ago and hadn’t seen since? There were quite a few people living in this town so it wasn’t like you had gotten the chance to meet absolutely everyone either. Not that your mamá hadn’t been trying.

“You…” he started, face scrunching for a moment. A look of awe sparked behind his eyes followed by an inkling of fear. “You don’t know who I am?”

“No, I’m sorry,” you said with a hint of embarrassment. “When did we meet before? I’m such a scatterbrain, I can never seem to keep anything in there.” You gave an uncomfortable laugh before knocking on your own head a couple of times.

“Ah, um… actually, I don’t think we have met before,” he relented, hugging the bag of sugar closer while one hand twiddled with a string sticking out of the edge of his ruana.

“Oh! Well that’s a relief,” you laughed before freezing. “Not that I’m saying it would’ve been bad or anything if we had! Um… anyway, my name’s Elena. Elena Rojas Suárez. Oh, and this is Samuel. Mucho gusto en conocerte.”

You extended a friendly hand towards the stranger. He eyed it as if it were a snake poised to strike. You stayed patient, merely giving an encouraging smile as you waited. It wasn’t very often that you actually felt compelled to get to know someone and you weren’t about to just let this opportunity slip by. It would just be your, and Samuel’s, little secret.

“And you are?” you asked gently, nodding towards the nervous man. His eyes flashed up to yours and then back to your hand. He pulled his arm slowly from his body and edged forward, fingers shaking. For a moment, it actually looked like things were going to go well.

“Uh,” he said eloquently, hand frozen in the air and still far out of reach. His eyes shifted to yours and then back down to your hand several times before he seemed to make up his mind. “Bye!”

And with that he stepped backwards, opening the door quickly and bolting out of the shop. You watched as his ruana got caught in the doorway, yanking him back for a second and causing his hood to fall backwards as it stuck around his throat. A mess of black curls with a bit of silver peppered in bounced around his face as he flailed against the door. The door opened and then shut again quickly in his desperation to flee the scene. You could only stare out of the window in utter confusion as the nameless man ran off into the distance, hand slowly falling back to your side.

After staring with your mouth open for a few moments a sudden bubble of laughter escaped from you at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. You about doubled over, laughing into your hands before raising them in confusion, expression twisting in bewilderment. Never in your life had someone blatantly run away from you over something as simple as an impending handshake. It was hysterical. Almost cute, even. Who on earth even does that??

“Oh my goodness,” you wheezed, wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh what must have gotten into that poor guy?”

“Do you really not know who that was?” called señor Fernández from behind you. Both you and Samuel turned to look at him, you still giggling softly as you tried to calm yourself. His grave expression clashed with your own and stopped your laughter in its tracks. Suddenly you felt almost ashamed over your reaction.

“No?” you said uncertainly, clearing your throat as you wiped your hands over your skirt. Samuel grabbed ahold of your hand once it was back within reach and you glanced down at his nervous face.

“That was Bruno Madrigal,” he warned, eyes narrowing as he looked back towards the doorway.

It was like a punch in the gut with how fast the air shot out of your lungs. Your jaw dropped as you swung yourself back around to look out the window. There was no way. Unfortunately, the strange man had already long gone out of sight. You turned back to the shopkeeper, aghast.

“No!” you shouted in disbelief, practically whipping your head to look to the door and back. “Estás mintiendo! I thought he left like a decade ago! Wait, that was him? You’ve got to be kidding!”

You didn’t know what emotions were swirling around in your gut right now. Anxiety? Fascination? Excitement? Confusion? Perhaps a little of everything if you were being honest.

“Didn’t you hear?” he whispered harshly, eyes scanning for any potential eavesdroppers that may be lurking outside.

“Hear what?” you asked. Your skin was buzzing with this newfound information. You needed to know more.

“There’s a rumor going around that he had been living in the walls of la casa Madrigal. The guy never even left!” he hissed.

You turned again back to the window and then looked down at the half full bag of sugar in your hand. You had just given away half of your sugar to the proclaimed most dangerous man in your village who, potentially, could have been living in the walls of his old home for the past ten years. The doomsayer. The unluckiest man alive. The one person you had been most anxious to meet since you were only a child—and he was the most awkward person you had ever met in your life.

Your mother was going to kill you if she ever found out.

Spanish Key- I am not a native speaker but I am learning, feel free to point out any mistakes!

Adios

Bye

Buenos días

Good morning

Claro

Sure

De nada

You’re welcome

Dios mío

My god

Dulce de leche

Caramel sauce

Estás mintiendo

You're lying

Gracias

Thank you

Hombrecito

Little man

-ito

Diminutive; to make something cute.

La casa Madrigal

The Madrigal house

La repostería

A pastry shop

Lo siento

I’m sorry

Mamá

Mom

(Mi) hija/Mija

(my) daughter

(Mi) hijo/Mijo

(My) son

Mi nieto

My grandson

Mis cuñados, y todos mis sobrinos

My brother-in-laws and all of my nieces and nephews

Mi vida

My life

Mochila

A Colombian bag made of cotton or wool

Muchas gracias de nuevo por tu comida

Thank you very much again for your food

Mucho gusto en conocerte

It’s very nice to meet you

Papá

Dad

Por favor

Please

Ruana

Normally similar to a poncho, but with a slit down the middle so you can wrap yourself inside it. However, in Colombia, this is not the case.

Señor

Mister

Señora

Misses

Señorita

Miss

Sí

Yes

Sobrino

Nephew

Sobrinos

(Nieces and)nephews.

Tía

Aunt

¡Tu pequeño ladrón!

You little thief!

[fan-love-ang-shortstoryprompts]

Prompts that got taken down on AO3 #3

Bruno Madrigal leaves Encanto and becomes a Pro-Hero, and either the whole family goes to find him, or just his sisters, because they hear something about him from news brought in from outside, and they are all shocked to learn that time had kind of frozen or slowed down or stuttered in the Encanto for years, and the whole world moved on, AND everyone has "gifts" now.

They are technically the first quirk users, they still have the joint because something like that doesn't just disappear in a few generations, it would take many many many years, like in MHA. Eventually they find him, for story's sake we'll say he somehow went to Japan and is a teacher's assistant to Aizawa or someone at UA.

Hijinks ensue, during a villain attack is when the fam or his sisters make themselves known, because they were on their way to see him when it happened, and they just joined in fighting together with him.

After the fight, introductions are made, and Aizawa tries to arrest them for illegal quirk use, but Bruno explains that their abilities aren't technically a quirk, and that they're technically from before quirks were called quirks. They talk about the fam and their abilities and how they got them etc, before going home.

You decide if Bruno goes with them or not, or if he visits, or what.

We'll say that the cracks never happened because Mira figured out the vision, or snapped at Alma, and they actually sat down and talked about workload and marriages etc. Then they decide to go and look for Bruno, since he obviously isn't in the Encanto, and what's this they've heard about "Pro-Heroes"? 

[matchamoments]

Chapter 7 of 'Their love could never be' is live!

[sorryiwasasleep]

The world can be cruel, especially if your name is Bruno Madrigal.

But sometimes, there are good parts.

When he leaves the Encanto and ditches the Madrigal name, Bruno learns some hard truths about the world, but he also finds acceptance and maybe even love.

Chapter 6: The Plan Moving Forward

[noellemadrigal]

Bruno nervously took a step towards Noelle and paused for a moment, rubbing his arm. She looked up into his eyes with a curious expression as she waited for his next move. He took a deep breath and reached out his hand, which she gladly took. The touch of his skin against hers caused an intense flutter deep in her heart, and a feeling of warmth and love suddenly rushed through her body. Bruno smiled as he felt it too. He gazed back at her in complete awe and moved himself closer to her before wrapping his other arm around her hip.

“Is..this ok?”

“Ye..yes” Noelle responded, barely able to gather her words.

A reassuring smile edged across Bruno’s face and he slowly began to sway, guiding Noelle with him. She blushed and tried to follow his movements, gaining more confidence as she could feel herself relax and become in sync with his body. Bruno leant his face towards her shoulder and began to hum softly, causing Noelle to beam ear to ear and helplessly drop her head into his neck. They danced together for a while, both not wanting this moment to end. Both relishing in the love and joy they felt in each others presence, as in this moment it was as if nothing else existed. That they were just two beings who’s spirits were intwining in a magical dance that they both couldn’t help but surrender to. They needn’t speak, for it was this moment that they both now knew their love was true, endless and pure.

💚✨🍃

Art by the amazing Giullia Lalli ✨

[novthewolf]

Encanto Masterlist

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Camilo Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Camilo x Reader Headcanons

Camilo proposing to you

Camilo taking care of you while you're sick

Yandere!Camilo x Reader

Camilo x Reader with Shadow Magic

Camilo simping over Reader

Camilo x insecure!reader

Camilo meeting your ex-boyfriend would include

Having a secret relationship with Camilo would include

Jealous!Camilo x Reader

Camilo being the only one capable of making you laugh

Stealing Camilo's ruana would include

Camilo comforting you when you're crying

Camilo simping over Magical!Reader

Camilo saying "I love you" for the first time

Camilo reacting to Jealous!Reader

Camilo accidentally confessing his feeling to you

Dancing with Camilo Madrigal

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Dolores Madrigal - [Request Open]

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How the Familly Madrigal react to Dolores's noise sensitivity

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Pepa Madrigal - [Request Open]

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Pepa x Reader Headcanons

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Bruno Madrigal - [Request Open]

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Bruno comforting his nieces and nephews

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Mirabel Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Having a picnic date with Mirabel Madrigal would include

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Luisa Madrigal - [Request Open]

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Helping Luisa Madrigal through her anxiety

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Isabela Madrigal - [Request Open]

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Isabela dating a botanist Imagine :

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Julieta Madrigal - [Request Open]

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Julieta Madrigal x Reader Headcanons

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The Family Madrigal - [Request Open]

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Family Madrigal helping a self-harming!Reader

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[foggyfanfic]

Of Men and Yelling

Oneshot Summary: Continuation of Love and Fury. Bruno's eldest child contemplates the difference between his old father and his new father.

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Gabriel’s madré had been a very quiet woman, and his father had been too loud for her to stand. Or at least that’s what he assumed. He had been told she left soon after he could walk. He often wondered why she hadn’t taken him with her, but he figured that his old father just plain old hadn’t let her.

Gabriel’s old father was very loud and he had had a lot of rules that he wanted Gabriel to follow. Not all of which made sense.

Gabriel’s new Tío Félix was also very loud, but in a distinctly happy way. His laughter echoed off the walls, he frequently cheered when one of the children showed him pictures they drew or cool rocks they found, sometimes he would get excited and shout the punchline of his joke. He was loud in a good way, and although it sometimes startled him, Gabriel liked the way his new Tío was loud.

His other new Tío could be loud too, but always incidentally. Tío Agustín might yelp when he tripped, or shout compliments at his wife over the clanking of pots and pans, or, just like Tío Félix, get overly excited on behalf of the kids.

His new Tías and new Mamí would also get loud sometimes, but in his experience, girls getting loud wasn’t the same as boys getting loud. When his father got loud, his Abuelo would tell Gabriel to grab his Tía and wait with her and the baby in the nursery until everything was quiet again. Sometimes, it would take hours for things to get quiet, and when they did, all the men in the house would be grumpy and snappish.

When his Tía had gotten loud, Abuelo would hug her and say strange things like, “There’ll be enough money by the end of the year” or “Just a little bit longer”. One or two times Abuelo said, in a voice like a reminder, “you promised to take Gabe with you”.

Gabriel used to wonder where his Tía was going to take him, now he wondered if his Tía would have brought him here to the Madrigals. Or if his Abuelo did this purely out of desperation.

Gabriel’s new father never got loud.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. You would think that if yelling led to hiding in a nursery, then quiet should be alright. Good even. 

But when his old father had suddenly gotten quiet, it just meant there wasn’t enough warning to grab his Tía. There wouldn’t have been any warning at all if Gabriel hadn’t wanted to check on his baby cousin. Gabriel had walked in to see his father picking the toddler up, she had fussed and he had shaken her so violently, Gabe hadn’t been able to hold back a scream.

His father had put her down and turned on Gabriel instead.

Next thing Gabriel knew, he was with the Madrigals. His Abuelo was practically begging his new parents to take him in, despite the fact that his new Mamí was already saying they would. When they managed to reassure Gabriel’s Abuelo they would love him as their own, he had left, supposedly to bring his Tía to Encanto too.

Gabriel had soon learned his baby cousin was also with the Madrigals. He had watched, struck dumb with horror, as his new father had carried her into the room. The little girl had pulled at his new father’s long curls, and although his new father had hissed and grimaced, he hadn’t yelled, he hadn’t shaken her, or even glared. He had just grabbed her little wrist between two careful fingers and pulled her hand loose.

The next thing Gabriel learned was that “Corazon” was not, in fact, a name but a term of endearment. It was what his Tía and Abuelo had always called his little cousin, so he had assumed it was her name.

And apparently his Abuelo hadn’t said her name before he left.

“Well, that’s alright, Señor Gutiérrez will bring her Má back soon, and then she can tell us her name,” his new Mamí had reasoned.

But that was a month ago. And his Tía hadn’t come. Neither had his Abuelo.

His new father had climbed up all the stairs in his giant room and had come down with a glowing green rectangle. He had shown it to Mamí and she had looked first very happy, then almost sad.

“G-guess we should pick out a name for her,” his new father had said.

“Guess so,” Mamí had nodded, then sighed, “Ay poor girl. Do you think we’ll ever know what happened?”

“If we will, I didn’t see it.”

That was two days ago, now Gabriel was sat beside his Mamí at the kitchen table, drawing a picture while his parents bandied name suggestions back and forth.

“I still like your idea,” Mamí hummed, drumming a finger against her lips.

“Waiting until she’s old enough to name herself?” his new father asked, with a crooked grin.

“No,” Mamí chuckled while shaking her head, “about naming her something to do with love.”

“It would be kinda cute if her name was Corazon.”

“Oh sure, when she’s a kid. What about when she’s in her forties and negotiating with some belligerent di- jerk in the market?”

“Well why are belligerent jerks being rude to her? Don’t they know she’s our daughter and therefore perfect,” he huffed, and he was scowling, but by now Gabriel knew he wasn’t actually angry unless his mouth was screwed up in a frown.

Or at least, Gabriel thought that was what anger looked like on his new father. He didn’t act all that angry though, angrier than normal, sure, but not angry angry.

“Sadly, this belligerent jerk is an idiot who doesn’t realize our children are the most important people in the world,” Mamí replied, pretending to be sad.

She wasn’t actually sad. His new Mamí was never truly sad, not the way his Tía had been whenever his Tío had to leave for work. Gabriel had mentioned his Tío, that his little cousin had a father out there somewhere who didn’t yell that much and drove ships for a living and knew stuff about the stars. A father that often bragged about having another wife in some other far off port, whenever Gabriel’s Tia wasn’t in the room. Gabriel had suggested that maybe his Tío’s other wife would want to raise Corazon, and all of the adults had exchanged nervous glances. His new father had checked anyway, but hadn’t seen his Tío coming for his cousin either. That had made his Mamí a little more sad but still not as sad as his Tía always was.

The baby cousin in question, was sitting in his Mamí’s lap. Although at this point, Leandra was probably going to be both their mother. Gabriel paused in his drawing, staring down at the little rats circling Mamí’s dog on the page. If they were going to have the same parents, that made them brother and sister, right?

He waited for a break in the adult’s conversation so he could ask, but his new parents talked fast, trading jokes back and forth at lightning speed. They smiled at eachother like Tía smiled at her best friend, then every once in a while Mamí would giggle and his new father’s smile would get sort of melty, or his new father would snort while he laughed and Mamí looked like she might start glowing she was so happy.

Eventually, Gabriel gave up and figured he could ask his parents later.

They were back to suggesting names at eachother, naming off women known for being loved.

“I don’t know about Helena, sounds too-, I don’t know. I’m just not a fan. What about Marilyn?”

“Marilyn? Whose Marilyn?”

“Monroe.”

“From your visions?”

“Sí.”

“Not bad, let’s put it on the list.”

“Oh. The list. We should probably be making an actual list, huh?”

Gabriel frowned down at his drawing, as far as he knew, it was the only paper in the room, but he didn’t really want to part with it. He was really proud of the way the rats were turning out.

“I think so, it’s what the others did when they had to choose baby names,” Mamí got up, taking his cousin/sister with her, “I’ll go grab some paper, a pen, and maybe some books? Shakespeare may have some good suggestions.”

“Oh! Oh! And Neruda, grab my copy of Neruda,” his father said, almost loudly, but not quite.

She nodded, paused long enough to kiss both her husband and Gabriel on the cheek, then walked out of the room.

Then Gabriel was alone with his new father.

He never knew what to do when he was left alone with his new father, he didn’t know what the rules were. His old father wanted him to sit quietly and listen to his stories even when they were boring or weird. His new father though? Who knew what he wanted.

“What you drawing mijo?” his new father asked quietly, he was always especially quiet when he was talking to Gabriel.

“Your rats with Mamí’s dog,” he answered, not sure whether he should hand the picture over or keep his head down.

“Hmm, oh sí! Very nice, I like the shape you chose for the rats, makes them look extra cute,” he said, leaning over so he could see the picture without Gabriel having to do anything.

Gabriel scribbled in some flowers so he wouldn’t have to look up at his new father, “Is Corazon going to be my sister now?”

“Um, I guess so, although I think it’s fine if you guys decide that for yourselves,” he shrugged, “you can still be cousins if you want to, or you can be siblings. Just like how Leandra and I understand if you’re not ready to call us Má and Pá.”

They had told him this before, but he didn’t really get what they meant. They were in charge of him and his cousin/sister now, that made them their mother and father. What exactly did he need to be ready for?

He didn’t ask, sometimes when he asked questions his Mamí would get sad, at least as sad as she got. She would hug him and tell him she loved him, which was nice, and he got the feeling she was trying to answer his questions. However, if he asked “Why do you and father keep tucking me in?” and she answered “Because we love you”, then he still didn’t understand why they went through the trouble of telling him stories every night. His old father said he loved Gabriel, and he never tucked him in or told him stories.

“Did you want more juice?” his new father asked, after Gabriel didn’t respond for a long time, standing and picking up his own cup.

Gabriel looked at the long since empty glass that he’d been largely ignoring. He nodded and grabbed the cup, turning in his seat to hand it to his new father.

“Sí, por favor.”

His new father’s fingers wrapped around the cup and Gabriel thought he had it, so he let go. He was wrong. The cup slipped out of his new father’s fingers and fell to the ground, crashing onto the tile and into a million tiny pieces.

Gabriel froze.

“Oops, let me just grab the broom,” his new father said. 

He barely heard him. His heart started pounding in his ears, drowning everything else out. For whatever reason, he kept picturing his old father coming towards him in the nursery. Right before Gabriel’s memory went black, his old father had scowled darkly, but he hadn’t yelled. 

Gabriel jumped into action, slipping out of his chair and bending to pick up the big pieces. He faintly heard his new father say his name, he faintly felt the sting of jagged edged glass, he faintly noticed the tears running down his cheeks. But for the most part, the only thing he could focus on was picking up the glass as quickly as possible. Fixing the mistake he made.

Until a much larger hand closed around his wrist and his new father yelled, “Gabriel! Stop! Drop the glass!”

Heart beating in his ears, Gabriel dropped the glass then flinched when one of the pieces broke further. He didn’t dare look up at his new father.

His new father had a raspy voice, and usually the rasp served to make his gentle voice sound even gentler. Like velvet. However, it now served to make his voice sound like a growl as his new father tried to get Gabriel to step away from the glass.

He wanted to do as he was told, but he found himself strangely, horribly, frozen.

The hand left his wrist and instead Gabriel was lifted into the air, for a split second, all he could think about was how his old father had shaken his cousin when she fussed. Without fully meaning to, he went limp.

His new father sat him down next to the sink, grabbed his wrist again, and bent over Gabriel’s palm.

“Ay, you’re bleeding mijo,” he sounded pained.

Through the blur of tears, Gabriel watched as his new father cleaned his hand then bandaged it. He was talking all the while, explaining what he was doing, warning when something might sting, and telling Gabriel what the next steps were. But Gabriel could barely hear him over the sound of his beating heart and hitching breaths.

Fingers lifted his chin, and he looked up into his new father’s soft hazel eyes.

“I’m not angry mijo, you’re not in trouble,” his voice was a quiet whisper that cut through the fog Gabriel was in like a knife, “I only shouted to get your attention, and I’m sorry if I scared you. B-but please, I-I don’t want you to get hurt. If something like that happens again, leave the mess where it is and let an adult handle it. Alright? It’s just a cup. You’re more important.”

Gabriel couldn’t respond at first. For a split second he felt relief wash through him, his Papá wasn’t angry, then something inside of him snapped and he was crying so hard he thought he might puke. 

“Gabriel?” Papá asked, “Wha-? It’s alright, you’re alright. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Slim arms wrapped around him, enveloping him in soft green wool. He clung to his Papá, sobbing on his shoulder and soaking his green ruana through with snot and tears. Papá held him firmly, one hand cupping the back of his head.

He finally managed to calm down when his Mamí returned with a bag of books under one arm and his cousin/sister on her hip. She asked something Gabriel couldn’t fully hear, probably why he was crying.

“I dropped a glass and he tried picking it up and cut himself,” his Papá explained, “I-I think I may have scared him while trying to get him to leave it.”

“He doesn’t look scared of you,” Mamí pointed out.

“Um, I think- I mean I don’t know, b-but based off the things Señor Gutiérrez said about Cicero’s parenting style, I think-. He doesn’t need to be afraid of me to be scared by me. Does that make sense?”

“I know what you mean,” Mamí set the books down and joined the hug, pressing a kiss into Gabriel’s hair, “don’t worry mijo, we won’t let anyone hurt you. You know, Bruno once beat Cicero in a fight.”

Papá snorted, “I snuck up behind him and hit him with a rock. Bruce Lee I am not.”

Hiccuping, but no longer sobbing, Gabriel wondered if he should know who Bruce Lee is.

“You still managed to save me from him,” Mamí said, then, “you’re safe here mijo. Nobody’s going to hurt you, not so long as Bruno is around and there are rocks in the world.”

He finally managed to stop crying all together and lifted his head from Papá’s shoulder. He looked up to his Papá’s face and found a warm smile waiting for him.

“Better?” he asked, voice back to a quiet rasp.

Gabriel nodded, “B-better.”

“Bien,” Papá said, he kissed Gabriel’s forehead then said, “how about you have some water, then we’ll go see your Tía Juli for an arepa, huh?”

“Alright,” Gabriel nodded again.

He drank the water he was given while his parents cleaned up the glass. He watched them as they smiled at eachother, bandying about more name ideas, and occasionally shooting him warm looks. 

He could walk just fine, but Papá carried him to the market square where Tía Julieta was set up anyway. He said that he just felt like hugging his son for a little longer.

On the journey over, Gabriel thought about yelling, and men, and the reasons men yelled, a little bit more.

His old fa- Cicero, had yelled when he was angry.

His Tíos yelled when they were happy or surprised.

His Papá yelled when he was worried about the people he loved.

His Tíos’ reasons for yelling were pretty good, but Gabriel thought that his Papá’s reasons were best.

[capypub]

Dancing with the Double-Edged Sword (Epilogue)

Bruno Madrigal x OFC

Chapter Rating: G (fluffy ending)

(Masterlist)

“Marry me,” he murmured into her hair, inhaling the faint floral scent, his eyes closed in complete relaxation. 

She sighed, but remained curled up against his chest. “Go to sleep, Hernando.”

“I will if you say yes,” he argued, grinning against her temple.

“We’ve already talked about this, amor,” she grumbled into his shirt.

“Tell me again,” he insisted, the smirk obvious in his tone.

          Over the past year, Mila’s relationship with Bruno/Hernando has blossomed into something unimaginably beautiful. They had witnessed both his sisters marry and Juli welcomed the first of the next line of Madrigals to the world, a beautiful girl named Isabella. Bruno gradually became more comfortable with acting on his desires when it came to Mila. Hernando had developed a sudden desire for weddings and marriage shortly after Pepa’s ceremony. Mila suspected that he may actually just be developing the beginnings of baby fever. 

          She noticed how excellently both sides of her lover engaged with the infant now running around the house. No matter how hard he tried, he could not hide his adoration for his niece that reflected in his face every time they were in the same room. 

“When the padre returns from his mission work we’ll be the first to see him,” she mumbled slowly, half asleep as she repeated the same things she had been saying since he first proposed in private. 

          They had not told their families. Hernando had been very secretive with obtaining a ring and getting Mila alone long enough to ask the question. They had been in the same field where Bruno had first told her he loved her.  

“When should we tell them?” he asked, rubbing gentle circles into her hip with his thumb. 

“Tomorrow, go to sleep, Nando,” she huffed, blindly reaching up to cover his eyes with her hand, yawning as she turned around and curled deeper into the sheets. 

He chuckled, having learned quickly that Mila valued her sleep more than anything. Moving closer to her, he pulled her against his chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her hair as he settled deeper into the pillows. 

Smiling softly, he kissed Mila’s bare shoulder, realizing she had quickly fallen asleep by the slow, deep exhales of her body against his chest.

We did good, didn’t we, hermano…?

“Yeah we did, Bruno…yeah we did…” Hernando murmured, the small smile remaining as he slipped into sleep.

[average-dilf-enjoyer]

KINKTOBER

Day 3: Roleplay + Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal/f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: Fingering, PIV sex, consensual dubcon (is that what you call it??), this is cringe I’m so sorry

A/N: Honestly just expect every fic to be rushed asf and/or slightly late because I have ten million things to do every day 😭😭 literally proofread this at 3:00 am

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You loved the Madrigals, you really did. Hell, you were married to one of them. But they could be a bit… overwhelming.

You and Bruno couldn’t even get a moment alone on your anniversary of all days, despite how much you tried. And oh, you tried, but you were constantly interrupted by people wanting to congratulate the two of you, wishing you happiness in your marriage and even giving you gifts. And when they threw a party for the two of you near the end of the day, you knew it would be late at night by the time you would get time alone. You appreciated it, of course, but all you really wanted to do was get in bed with your husband.

It was near midnight before you finally got to escape to your bedroom. After wishing everyone a good night and thanking them for everything, the two of you rushed to your room before anyone could interrupt again.

As soon as the door was locked he pulled you to him and kissed you. “Mierda, I thought we’d never get away,” he chuckled between kisses. “‘M sorry, mi vida. They mean well, it’s just…”

“Mm, I know. It’s sweet of them to do all of this for us,” you assured him, taking his hand and dragging him to the bed.

Bruno grinned as you pulled him onto the mattress with you, threading his fingers with yours as he laid next to you. “Yeah… I mean, it’s nice, but I’ve been dying to get alone all day,” he sighed, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

You cupped his cheek in your hand. “Well we have now, don’t we?”

He nodded, climbing over you. “Yeah… gonna make up for all the time we lost today,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss at your neck.

“Y’know, I was thinking… maybe we could do something different tonight..?” you whispered back, slightly nervous about his reaction to what you’re about to suggest.

He leaned away to look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “What is it?”

“Um… well…” you took a deep breath, trying to steel your nerves. “Have you ever heard of, uh… roleplay?”

He gave you a knowing smirk, leaning closer. “Yeah..?”

“Um. Well, I was thinking, maybe we could try it?”

He kissed you again, sweet and gentle. “Sounds fun. What’d you have in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking maybe you could play a thief breaking into my home or something..?” you suggested, still shy.

He nodded, fully paying attention, and you had no idea how he wasn’t laughing at you. You felt ridiculous for even mentioning it. “Okay,” he said. Simple, no judgement or amusement in his voice. You would even go so far as to say he sounded excited. “You sure you wanna do this?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Alright then, let’s do it,” he agreed with a smile and a kiss to your cheek.

“You better have been telling the truth when you said your real gift is acting.”

You awoke to a thud from somewhere in your house. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Wha..?” you groaned to yourself, getting up to search for the source of the noise. You didn’t even get to the door before you found your answer.

You screamed when the man appeared in your doorway, and he quickly silenced you with a hand over your mouth.

“Shut. Up.” he seethed, grabbing you hard and pushing you back onto your bed. “You're gonna let me have my way, got it?”

You nodded wordlessly, too afraid to speak.

He nodded in return. “Good.”

You watched in terror as he went through your room, knocking things to the ground and searching your drawers.

“This real gold?” he asked, holding up a necklace he found on your dresser.

“Yes,” you said quietly, terrified of what he might do to you if you lied.

He hummed and pocketed the piece of jewelry, then turned to you, eyeing you up and down. "Mierda, you're pretty. I couldn't see you well before, but now that I've got a better view, I think I might take you too."

You felt a chill run down your spine at his words. Take you..? You weren't sure what he meant, and you didn't think you wanted to. He started walking towards you and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for whatever he was about to do. What you didn't expect was for his hands to grip your wrists, pushing you back onto the mattress as he climbed over you. Your eyes flew open. "Sir..."

He grinned as you whimpered under him. "I'm gonna make a deal with you. You let me fuck you, I'll leave."

Your eyes widened at his proposal, a mix of fear and arousal swirling in your gut. "And if I don't?"

The man chuckled darkly, his grip tightening on your wrists. "I'll make sure there isn't a single valuable item left in this entire house. Your choice, cariña."

You gaze up at his eyes, now darkened with lust, weighing your options. Surely it would be easier to just let him do this... and you certainly couldn't afford to lose all of your possessions. "You can fuck me," you answered meekly.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he growled, letting go of one wrist so he could unbutton his pants.

You whimpered involuntarily when his other hand left your wrist to slide up your shirt, running along the skin, "Dios, you're soft..."

"Please don't hurt me..." you whispered shakily as he moved his hands to the hem of your skirt.

"I won't," he assured you, sliding down your skirt and panties, surprisingly gentle. "All you gotta do is lay there and keep looking pretty."

You nodded, eyes wide as his eyes roamed your body, drinking you in. His fingers gently prodded at your entrance, and you hissed at the feeling of his cold fingers on your heat.

His eyes never left yours as two of his long, thick fingers slid into you, watching you writhe and gasp beneath him. "That's it, hermosa..."

The nickname only made you more aroused, gasping and panting as he crooked his fingers inside you. You couldn't believe you were aroused at all. He was stealing from you a moment ago, for God's sake. But you couldn't help it. He was handsome and so gentle with you, the opposite of what you had thought he would be. "Please, sir..." you moaned softly as that oh-so familiar pressure built up inside you.

"Mierda, you're easy, aren't you? I've barely even touched you," he admonished you, pumping his fingers faster.

He had you coming on him fingers in seconds, moaning loudly into the quiet of your room. "There you go, cariña..."

"Sir," you whined after you came down from your high. "Fuck me."

"Needy," he chuckled. "Thought you were afraid of me?" he asked as he slid down his pants, revealing everything the cloth was hiding, and wow, it was hiding a lot. There wasn't anything particularly remarkable about his dick, but it looked incredible, hard and leaking precum.

"I am." You really were. You just also happened to be incredibly turned on, and his cock standing at attention in front of you wasn't helping.

He hummed and notched his tip at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. "But you like it." He said it like it was a fact. And it was. You did like it.

You gasped at the intrusion, grasping at his shoulders as he slid into you. "Ohhh, fuck-" you moaned.

The man hissed above you, fisting his hands into the sheets. "Oh, mierda, that's good." He began thrusting into you, setting a slow pace that quickly gained speed as you got acquainted with the feeling of him inside of you.

"More," you whined, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, pushing him deeper. "More, sir, please..."

He snaked one hand between your bodies, reaching to play with your clit. His fingers rubbing circles into the sensitive bud had you reeling, unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure rapidly building in you.

"You close?" he rasped, rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts grew erratic. "Want you to come with me, can ya do that, hermosa?"

You nodded, gasping as he speared you on his dick over and over again. "Mhmm."

A moment later he was spilling inside of you with a loud groan, and the feeling of him filling you up was what pushed you over the edge. You came hard, searing waves of pleasure running through your trembling body.

"Bruno..." you sighed as he collapsed on top of you. "Holy fuck."

"I know," he laughed breathlessly, pulling out of you and rolling onto his back.

You turned to him, resting an arm across his stomach. "Happy anniversary, Bruno."

"Happy anniversary, cariña."

[5footframe]

“Mirabel was standing in the door way, pointing at a small green hourglass displayed on her dress. It made Bruno’s eyes shine with tears and pride that his niece had so much love for others, even people like him.”

Please be safe reading, SH and ED warning

Angsty hurt/comfort Bruno Fic i’m writing. I love to hurt this man, it’s free therapy.