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“She’s a Good Witch” Bruno Madrigal x Fem! Reader

Summary: When Bruno struggles to fall asleep, his nieces decide to take him to a Bruja, much to his trepidation.

Tío Bruno, you know these are sleeping hours, right?” Mirabel, Isabela, and Dolores all stood, very sleepy and irritated, in front of their uncle, who was currently trying to stuff arepas into his old, tattered poncho.

“Yeah, I know, but this whole ‘sleeping’ thing is kind of new to me, and also, I just wanted some arepas,” Bruno said while laughing nervously, rushing to catch the arepas that fell through the holes of his poncho. Ever since Bruno returned, his family, especially his mother, worked extra hard to make him feel welcomed back into the family.

During the re-construction of Casita, Bruno got a new room with no stairs, much to everyone’s relief, and he had his own bed, and his vision cave was even separated from his room so that when he exited it, he wouldn’t have to stress and could rest. While he was greatly appreciative of the effort his family was putting forth, his body and mind just wouldn’t allow him to actually rest.

“Guys, I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” Bruno tried to explain to his very unconvinced nieces, who had come up with a solution to their Tío’s insomnia problem.

“That’s it,” quipped Mirabel, “We’re taking him to _______.” All the girls nodded their heads in agreeance, turning to return to their rooms. While they turned on their heels, they felt Bruno’s presence close behind, his whispers turning into tiny shouts.

“________?!?!? Who’s _______?!?!? Where are they?!?!? Why are you taking me to them,” Bruno sputtered, trying to get all of his questions answered at once.

“She’s a bruja, she lives in the mountains,” replied Isabela, a smirk growing on her face at the thought of what Bruno's face must've looked like.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re taking me to a WHAT,” Bruno stammered, searching his ruana for a rosary.

“Oh, come on, we’re a family with supernatural powers, and you’re afraid of a bruja,” Mirabel smirked, teasing her uncle. “Besides, as fellow black sheeps, we have no room to judge anyone before meeting them, right?”

“Also, we haven’t seen her in a while,” Dolores added, smiling at the anticipation of seeing an old friend. “She’s sweet, you’ll like her.”

“Wait, when did you guys see a bruja?”

“We’ll see her later at sunset, I think that’s when she’s most active.”

"Hello? I'm asking a question?!?"

“Ooh, we get to see Pantera,” exclaimed Mirabel, excited to see their little furry friend once more.

“SHE HAS A PANTHER?!?!”

The girls all looked at each other, mischievous grins spreading across their face. Unfortunately, their uncle had given them an idea to torture his mind.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhhhh, it’s got fangs, and claws, and it’ll only let you live if it likes you,” whispered Mirabel, making little fangs with her fingers.

“It can smell your fear, too, so we suggest you man up overnight, Tío,” Dolores chimed in.

“Sleep tight, Tío,” said Isabela, leading the way for her sister and prima back to their beds, all of them laughing with their back to Bruno. Of course, them knowing the truth about you, they slept peacefully.

However, Bruno didn’t know you, and he didn’t think this was any laughing matter. As a matter of fact, he thought it was so unfunny, he stayed up all night trying to find the joke in all of this.

He laid awake, thoughts racing at the thoughts of possibly being mauled by a monstrous panther. What made you live so far from the rest of the Encanto? Were you banished there? Surely his nieces wouldn’t associate with someone that had to be banished, right?

“Bruno, hurry! She’ll be up soon,” Mirabel shouted with all the support her lungs would allow her. She, Dolores, and Isabela had all hiked up their skirts into their fists and bolted towards the top of the mountains. They couldn’t wait to see you!

Bruno, however, could. “That’s Tío Bruno to you, and there’s no need to rush, there’s plenty of time left,” he nervously chuckled out. Bruno was able to cope with some of the information his nieces had told him, like how you were a witch. Mirabel was right, he knew first-hand how it felt to be judged prematurely, but that still didn’t take the edge off of his nerves. He didn’t know what to expect, which only made his mind race that much more.

The closer they got, the more your cozy cottage adorned by vines came into view, and a garden of herbs around its perimeter. It was like a hidden treasure behind unkept, overgrown grass, and was ironically squared neatly away in an old picket fence, the white paint chipping off. You even had a rickety little swing door with a heart-shaped hole carved into it. Cute, right?

As Isabela and Dolores made a loud commotion struggling to open your fence, Mirabel decided to just jump over it all together, tripping in the process.. Bruno was baffled by his nieces’ sudden lack of composure, and athleticism, as they were so giddy and bouncy like they’d been trapped inside all day.

When they looked up, there you were, smiling at them wide while standing in your doorway. It seemed their racket tipped you off, and you kept the same energy as them.

“MIRABEL, ISABELA, DOLORES,” you shouted, running toward them at full force. First, Mirabel wrapped herself around your waist, then Isabela, and the Dolores, knocking you all down into the grass. You all only had the energy to lay there and hoot and holler in laughter.

“Mis bebés, cómo estás,” you asked them, suffocating them with hugs and kisses them all over their cheeks and noses. It felt like years when you were apart, even if you were only a mile away. But no matter how long you were apart, you could always pick up where left off last.

“A little sore, but who cares, we're here! We waited all day to come see you,” piped Isabela, who was still trying to sit up from her giggling fit.

“Why all day?”

“We brought our Tío Bruno,” replied Dolores as you helped her stand up. “He hasn’t been sleeping well.”

“Where is he?”

“He’s over the-....where’d he go?”

“Tío Bruno,” called out Mirabel. Right where Bruno had been standing was a flattened spot of grass with the basket of goodies they had brought you. There was an uncle on the loose.

“Tío Bruno, where are you,” called out Isabela. “We have someone who wants to meet you.”

While the four of you were searching for him, he had turned right back around and started walking home. Once he saw the door open, his nerves had gotten the best of him again. Plus, he saw how excited the girls were to see you, and he didn’t want to interpose on your fun. He decided he was just fine, after all, he just needed to adjust to being home.

However, he didn't get too far, as he was stopped dead in his tracks by what felt like something rattling his shins, and when he looked down to see what, or who, liked his legs so much, he was met with the purr of a black cat, who sat on his feet and looked up at him and greeted him with a tiny “meow.”

“Oh, hello,” he said, slightly unsure about where this cat came from or if he should look for some salt to throw. He crouched down to let the cat sniff his hand, and it was warmly welcomed, as the feline began brushing up against his forearm, bringing a small smile to Bruno’s face.

“I think she likes you,” you shouted from the top of the mountain, startling Bruno and forcing and giving himself whiplash. Upon your appearance, the cat trotted up to you, doing the same thing it did to Bruno’s legs to yours. “Where’d you go?”

“Oh, I was just making sure the girls got here safe and all. They seemed so excited to see you, so I was just going to leave and let them enjoy their time with you,” he said, a sad smile forming on his face.

“No, please, come in! I’ve been anticipating a visit from the Bruno Madrigal! Besides, Dolores told me all about your sleeping problem.” A clever smile played on your lips, as you watched his heart fall into his stomach. He cursed his niece's inability to keep anyone's confidence.

He was snapped out of his mental lecture by you descending towards him, extending your hand out for him to take. As you got closer to him, he took in more of your appearance. Your palenquera slid off your shoulders and you created a slit up the skirt that allowed you to move more freely and be more in touch with your practices. Bruno devoted his attention to the crystals and jewelry adorning your waist and thighs. He took in the features of your face, how long your lashes were and how they perfectly framed your eyes. He also began tracing the outline of your lips, how soft they were and, most importantly, curved into a smile for him. Not only was he afraid of you, but he was also attracted to you.

He reached out for your hand, slightly trembling, and it almost broke your heart. You pulled him with an excited jolt towards your house, earning a surprised yelp in response. You couldn’t help but notice how he looked at you. He'd respectfully looked away when caught, but he’d stare at you and his gaze would glaze over, like he was entranced by you. You could tell he didn’t get out much. You decided at that moment to show him the best time of his life.

“I found him, he was trying to escape,” you snitched, snickering at his flustered expression, not knowing how to respond.

“Tío Bruno, tsk tsk. She’s going to take great care of you,” chuckled Isabela, smiling like a madman. “Oh, and we see you met Pantera.”

“That’s the panther?!?!?”

“So, uh, how long have you been practicing Brujería?” Bruno was following close behind you, trying not to wet his feet in the river as he helping you scavenge for herbs. The nieces suggested Bruno go out and "help" you. He was hesitant, insisting he didn’t want to distract you from work, until you reassured him, saying that you “wouldn’t mind the distraction,” giving him a sly wink that made the nieces “ooh,” and waggle their eyebrows at their Tío.

“Well,” you started, standing in the river hoping to find some Clary Sage, the last ingredient for the blend. “Mí abuela was a bruja, and many people had misconceptions about her practices. They thought she was evil, so they’d wish maldades on her. One day, they made her so ill, I thought she’d die. But, she taught me how to care for her using Brujería, and she recovered faster than I’d imagined. I’ve practiced ever since,” you explained, smiling warmly as you thought of your grandmother.

“See, we’re not as scary as you thought before,” you teased, earning a shy smile from Bruno. “And don’t be so distant, I don't bite,” you laughed, splashing him out of his self-pity.

“Oh, wow. I’m sorry to hear about that, I’m glad she got better,” he replied nervously, embarrassed about his opinions of you earlier.

The two of you had wandered your way all the way to a nearby river, still with no luck in finding the Sage, but to be honest, you were okay with that. That meant that you could spend more alone time with Bruno, in addition to continuing to flirt with and fluster him.

"Hey, don't start something you can't finish," joking as he splashed you back.

"Who said anything about not finishing," splashing a larger wave at him this time.

"You wanna bet?" Soon, it went from "who can make a bigger wave," to "hope you don't drown!"

You thought you were for sure winning, until Bruno stopped playing fair and grabbed your arms, forcing you stop.

"Let go, you're cheating," you squealed.

"Sorry, can't hear you, there's WATER IN MY EARS," he jokingly reprimanded.

You two shared a hearty laugh, but as you two caught your breath, he started to stare at you again, this time not even trying to hide it.

You two were drenched, clothes clinging to your bodies. Your dress wrapped around your moonlit silhouette, hugging the curves of your breasts and hips. Him, his graying curls hung wet over his eyes, and his shirt showed off the soft ripple of lean muscle.

He was so close, his emerald eyes taking in every inch of you. The way he looked at you made you feel naked, vulnerable. But for him, knowing his intentions, you were okay with that.

You just decided to just go for it, intertwining your fingers in his curls and kissed him. Without hesitation, he followed suit, his hands finding your waist and deepening the kiss. After a moment of mindless indulgence, you both pulled away in realization. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you apologized, not wanting to scare him away. “No, it’s fine. I wanted to do that, actually” he smiled, looking down at his fidgeting hands. You both just smiled at each other, and you both actually considered moving back in until you heard, “_______! Tío Bruno! Where’d you go? Are you two getting along?” Mirabel was screaming for you two, and the two of you realized how much time had gone by. You both laughed at each other and turned to head back home. Of course, when the nieces saw you two drenched in water, their Tío’s hair disheveled, and the slight tint of red across your cheeks, they knew exactly what went down, and they couldn’t help but bust out laughing.

“Bye, _______, we’ll miss you,” Mirabel whined, poking out her lip in a pout as she gave Pantera one last rub down her back.

“You don’t have to wait so long, I don’t exactly go anywhere,” you laughed as you walked them out. You gave Mirabel, Isabela, and Dolores each a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, and that left Bruno last, a small smile on his face as he looked at you. “Thank you, I appreciate all your help today,” he began, his nieces watching you two in the background. “We should get going, huh,” he laughed, rubbing his arm. Smiling warmly, you gave him a kiss on his cheek and gave him a tight hug. “Get home safe,” you smiled up at him, leaving him blushing and flustered on your doorstep. “Come and visit anytime.”

Bruno’s nieces teased him all the way home that night, saying “ Tío ‘s got a crush on _______,” and “Tío’s got a new girlfriend!” Of course, he brushed off the teasing, playfully reprimanding them. But he couldn’t help but think about you all night, about when he’d see you again. You made him feel young, again, so warm and fuzzy and he even had a sweet dream involving you.

A/N: First fic on this page and first fic in a looooong time, so may be a bit rusty. This was all written in good fun, and I may update it later when I’m more awake and better with words, lol. In the meantime, I do feel like the ending could've been drawn out more, but again, was sleepy and wanted to put this out. Let me know what you thought, and hopefully, I’ll be able to continue the Bruno fanfics. Thanks for reading! :)

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P.S. Primary blog is @that-freaky-mysterious-one , so replies to comments will be from that account.

Update: I changed the third part of the story, I felt that not enough happened in the original part, so I added some stuff, lol. Hope you like it! :D

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