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Bruno Madrigal x reader

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Note: hi! here is part 4. The next part, part 5, is going to be the last, so if you want to be added to the taglist comment or interact. Also, i’m thinking of making the last part +18... let me know what you think.

You rushed to the kitchen with your heart shrunk, feeling a hole on your chest, it’s like you couldn’t breathe.

“(y/n), I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to hear that, it’s not like that, I- “, Bruno said from behind, chasing you. When you got to the kitchen, you interrupted him staring deeply into those loving eyes

“What difference does that make?” you said, saddened, just loud enough for him to hear, “you know, I can understand that you don’t want me like that, it’s okay, I misunderstood everything and maybe I should feel ashamed of ever thinking that it could be okay, but I thought that maybe we could be friends, that we could have something nice, I didn’t think you felt that disgusted by me”.

“No, no, no, no, no. It’s not you, the problem. How could it ever be?”

“Then what is it? why are you so terrified of being near me?”

“It’s…”

You sighed. “You don’t need to lie about it, I’ll just go, sorry to bother you” you turned to go, but his hand on your arm caught you before you could go any further from him. The act made you turn to face him, his saddened eyes showed frustration.

“It’s me!” your gaze shifted to a confused look “I am the problem… I cannot force you to be with me, curse you to make you love me, you’re so young, with your life ahead of you, you’re so gorgeous and kind and sweet and I can’t let you stay with me, I’m no good for you” you gasped in surprise

“That’s my decision to make, don’t you think?” you took a step closer, “it seems to me that this is your move, when things get rough or you’re afraid, instead of talking to people, you give up, and run away? Did that work out for you the last time?”

“Don’t go there. Don’t do that, please” you could see in his eyes he was hurt by what you said.

“I’m not going nowhere, I’m not…,” you sighed “I’m sorry. It’s just, you think so little of you, it breaks me. Do you really think the worst thing that could happen to me is to fall in love with you? Why?” you demanded. You really didn’t understand.

“It’s not good for you… you’re… you. And I am me. People are still afraid of me, that’s not going to change. I will always be seen as bad luck, and weird and- “

“Stop. Bruno, stop. I cannot go on listening to how much you pity yourself and want to live in the prejudices and to project the image of yourself that others built, because I don’t see any of that. We met 2 days ago and it’s been enough to see the beautiful person you are, you care for your family, you love them; you’re sweet, and funny, and lovely, and talented, and a lot of things I am yet to discover, if you let me” you held his hand in yours, eyes fixed on his.

“Do you really think that?” he asked as if he could not believe what you were saying.

“Yes, yes I do”

“But I’m like twice your age” his voice hurt when he said that.

“Fuck that. I’m an adult, Bruno, you’re not forcing me or tricking me into anything. We’re not engaged or anything, you don’t have to worry about that. You’re not forcing me to do anything, I am an adult. Plus, you already lost 10 years of your life, do you want to lose more?”

“I’m sorry… it’s my fault, I ruin everything”.

“Oh, stop that, for god’s sake. Even if… nothing happens,” you gulped “you don’t have to push me away. We can be friends, if you don’t like me like that”. You felt his hand freeze under yours.

“I… I do want you like that” he said, his sight set on your hands, not able to look at your surprised eyes. Your heart skipped a beat and you felt the skin of your whole body bristle. That’s what you needed to hear.

You dropped his hand and leaned over to grab the collar of his shirt and before he could react you pulled him to you, closing the space between your lips and his. His eyes open as well as his shoulders raised and his arms not touching you showed his surprise, not knowing what to do. It took him a second before he slowly relaxed, closed his eyes and took his hands to your waist, fingers tightly holding the fabric of your skirt, gently pulling your body closer to his, a little bit too carefully, afraid he’d hurt you.

After an intense but tender kiss, you slowly pulled away, just enough to be able to look him in the eyes, his expression had changed and he was looking at you mesmerized.

“What was that?” He asked

“I don’t know”

You slowly began to kiss him again, but this time leaning towards him, tiptoeing just a bit. Your hands moved from his shirt to his neck, pulling him closer to you as he held your back, feeling more comfortable every second that passed. Your hands on his bare skin made him have shivers travelling through his whole body. Then you took your hands all down to his chest, and that’s when you gasped for air, feeling free, relieved. You looked up to him, whose hands were still around your waistline, he looked so sweet, with his hair already messy, his cheeks flustered and his green eyes staring at you, hypnotized. He was about to say something when you heard steps approaching the kitchen and you both rushed to separate and make sure everything was in place.

“You found him! In the… kitchen?” asked Mirabel from the door frame.

“No, yeah, he was uhm…” you rushed to say, rubbing your lips, when you remembered you were wearing a red lipstick and gasped, looked over to Bruno, you had a mini heart attack when you saw him licking his red tinted lips, then you looked back at Mirabel, who was standing there, trying to figure it out.

“I-I came looking for food” he tried to play it off, still not noticing the color on his lips.

“But there’s food at the party” she said, squinting her eyes like she was trying to see better, due to the bad lighting because it was starting to get dark outside.

“Oh, there is? Ha! funny, right? Then I guess I’ll go there” you saw he had the intention of walking out, but you stopped him and walked in front of him, reaching Mirabel, turning her around and walking her out.

“You know what? I need him to help me with something, he is right, we’re running out of snacks, we’ll catch you there in a moment!” You said as you pushed the confused girl out of the kitchen, came back, closed the door, and faced Bruno who was looking at you just as confused as his niece.

“Your… your lips” you pointed out. He touched his lips and then looked at yours and he came to realization.

“Oh, Oh! Right…” he was breathing heavily, eyes set on the floor, fingers carefully going over his lips. You took some steps closer to him, you gulped.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly while taking the last steps that separated you from him. He slowly nodded and finally got the nerve to look at you. Hesitant, he took his shaking hand to your cheek, feeling the heat over your blushed skin.

“Can I… kiss you?” he asked and your breathing became deeper. You surrendered to his touch and nodded.

“Yes” he took his other hand to your neck and leaned over to kiss you slowly, your lips merging into his. You reached over putting your hands over his shoulders, messing with his curls, playing with them, his hair was incredibly soft. When he moved away, you stared into each other’s eyes and couldn’t stop the smile to yourself.

“It’s okay” you said to him as you caressed his hair, he gave you a reassuring smile and you separated. “Let me help you with… that” you pointed at his lips and laughed with him. You grabbed a napkin from the drawer, then you proceeded to wipe the lipstick from him as he looked at you lovingly.

“Let’s go back, they’ll be worried” you suggested.

“Right. Wait, you think this… they suspect about this?” he asked.

“You can’t really hide anything in your family, so… but don’t worry, it’s just… we’re getting to know each other, right?” you proposed.

“Yeah… yes” he smiled at you and you started to walk towards the party room, side to side, chatting a bit between nervous smiles. Unconsciously you approached a table where all the grandkids were sitting in, and they all watched you come closer, they seemed like they had been having a… conversation.

“Where’s the snacks?” asked Mirabel. Fuck, the snacks.

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Author Note: Also on Wattpad with my other fanfic story, planning to put this on ao3, too. Disney put crack in this man and I’m now an addict. Bruno Madrigal x Fem Reader. Might do Bruno requests later, WARNING: this might have a smut chapter later on and I’ll start it off with said warning. This book will take place after Pepa and Felix’s wedding, making Bruno 27 and the reader in her early 20s. *Might include the link to a Spotify playlist I made for Bruno.

*I gathered much of my information about Latinx witchcraft from family and sources online, but please know that it doesn’t mean that this depiction is entirely accurate as each group of Latin America had varying practices and varying views on spirituality. Also, please know that some shamanic work is closed due to trauma related to colonialism, which must be respected. I only included what I could find that isn’t closed out of respect, such as consensually recorded rituals and interviews. Please let me know if I happen to depict something inaccurately.

Chapter 1:

Trudging through the mud of the jungle, you find yourself coming upon a clearing in the forest. As the deep mud hardened on the path ahead, you changed out you shoes for your much cleaner sandals. Reaching down into your bag as the beads and bones of your necklace grace your hair, you push back the lose strands. You decide to carry your shoes along with you, hoping to not appear indecent but also understanding that they were the only work shoes available to you, you pushed the thought back in your mind for the plan to leave them before entering a home. Taking a deep breath, you pass through the threshold, leaving the jungle and preparing yourself for the unknown journey to come.

You were concerned to find a hurricane stricken town as small homes were being rebuilt. You rushed down the cobblestone and dirt path, finding a small family lifting and nailing boards back into their place.

“Do you need help?” You asked with hitched breath.

“Oh, please!” You aided the worn mother as she struggled with the weight of a wooden beam, pushing with all the strength you had. You heaved for a minute before finding yourself nearly giving into the weight. But, surprisingly the heavy board instantly became weightless and your pained face softened, turning your head upwards and titling towards the board. You released your grasp once the board lifted with ease and found yourself wide-eyed staring back at a small girl with the whole beam in her hands. She had freckles, curly hair tied back in a ribbon, and … muscle? What the hell is this town?

She blinked back at you innocently, “Oh, you’re new.”

All you could do was wave back, you’ve never seen anything like this before and somehow the small family you were surrounded by simply thanked her and carried about their business.

You then clear your throat while breaking the awkward glance, “Hi, … my name is (Y/N) (L/N). I was summoned here by my village’s curandero under the request of Alma Madrigal.”

Unsure why you were speaking so formal to a small child, you shifted a bit after your sentence.

“Oh, you mean Abuela?”

You glance back at the young girl, “Sorry, I didn’t ask. What is your name?”

“Mine is Luisa Madrigal, but I like your’s more. That’s so cool that we’re going to have a pretty magic lady staying with us!”

You giggle at the charm of this child which eases your nerves from the state of this town, you then return your attention to the situation. “Is everyone in your family well?”

“Oh yeah, this just happens sometimes when Tía Pepa gets angry.”

Your stomach sinks for a moment. Who are these people? Are they dangerous? Are they even human?

“Oh…” Was all you managed to squeak out. The little girl giggled and took your hand. “La casita is this way, Abuela will be happy to hear you’re here, even though she is a little upset at Tío Bruno right now.” You noticed that at the mention of ‘Bruno’ a few villagers glanced your way, you then made eye contact with an elderly man who’s wide eyes seemed to be warning you, ‘Be wary of that one’.

Oh no, …I think my mentor greatly underestimated the possible severity of this case. .. What am I even here for? Am I meant to aid someone? Why didn’t they ask for a true curandero? Who is this family? And who is ‘Bruno’? Your train of thought is then ceased by the sights of a torn building, with what seems to be a lone-standing tower with a ’t’ shaped metal frame at the top. Having the traits of a building you had never seen before, you saw remnants of candles, wilting flowers, and white fabric. That’s strange, a wedding must have taken place only a few days ago. As the small child tugs on your arm, the townspeople begin to whisper and stare with some signs of relief in their faces as you near the end of the cobblestone path. I have no idea why I am here, but at least they seem a little happier at the sight of me.

You then turn your attention back to the road, finding a clearing near the end which opened up to this grand home. You admired its beauty, entranced by the sight of the lovely home which somehow appeared untouched by the storm. You were startled seeing a beautiful window seal you were admiring swing open and gently sway from side-to-side from its hinges.

“Casita is saying hello.” The little girl whispered as she leaned closer, then letting go of your arm allowing you to timidly wave back. The girl then ran into the house, assuming that she was retrieving her grandmother you remained still, hoping to be polite by not walking into the home without meeting the matriarch first. You shifted a bit, nervous while realigning your beads and fixing your hair to appear more neat. But you couldn’t help listening in on the yelling from the inside as you placed your dirtied work shoes by a planter.

“I don’t care, Mamá, I don’t want to see him ever again! If he wants to run and hide back in his tower like a child, let him!”

“Lower your voice, the whole village can hear you.”

“Let them hear, they already hate Bruno. What else will they think if I hate him, too?!”

The rumbling of a thunderstorm began to shake the ground beneath you.

“I was only trying to help your nerves. … Look, now you’re scaring poor Luisa.” This masculine but warm voice then softened, “Come here mija, there’s nothing to be scared of.” He sounded so, … genuine. Something about this voice drew you in. Was this Bruno?

Silence then fell throughout the house and you felt bad for overhearing it all. You then jump back at the sound of clear footsteps from inside nearing the front door. Turning your whole body around and playing with the sleeve of your dress, you hoped to seem innocent. However, you jumped once water began to fall on you and with a worried expression, you turned around to face a fuming redhead and her concerned newlywed husband striding out of the house with bags in hand. Your horrified expression turned into one of sorrow as the woman barely recognized your presence, too busy holding back tears that were now spilling and smearing her makeup. Before you could find a way to comfort her a voice of an elderly woman calls from inside, causing you to turn back towards the casita.

“Oh, hello (Y/N), I am so sorry you had to arrive here in such conditions. Everything was meant to be organized and perfect for your visit, I am so sorry you had to see all of that.”

You give the woman a polite but shy smile, “It is alright, señora. Please, don’t apologize. I understand that family matters come first before anything. Please, let me know if there’s anything I can help with.”

The sorrowful face of the woman lightened at your response, “I guess they were right when they said you are admirable. My name is Alma Madrigal which you seem to already know. But, please call me Alma.”

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Pronouns used: she/her.

CW: none, just feels.

I got heavy inspiration from other Bruno x reader stories here, so if it sounds familiar, that’s why. I wrote this at 7 pm and finished at 1 am 😭 I revised it and checked for any mistakes. If you see a mistake, please don’t comment on it 🥲 just enjoy the story!

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Bruno’s vision of you.

You and Bruno were getting close. You both had a lot in common. You would visit each other every day, but today was special.

You awoke to a knock on your door. “Who is it?” You ask as you sit up in your bed.

“Hola, (y/n)!” It was Mirabel. “May I come in?” She asked through the door.

“Of course”, you reply. You get out of bed and stretch.

Mirabel opened the door and walked over to you. “Did you sleep alright?” Mirabel asks.

“Like a baby”, you reply. “What time is it?” You go to look at your clock.

“it is 9:30.” Mirabel tells you.

“What?! 9:30?” You race to your closet and grab some clothes. You throw them around as you search for just the right outfit. “I can’t believe I slept so late”, you rush to get an outfit together.

Mirabel puts a hand on your shoulder, “slow down”, she says.

“I can’t! I have to go”, You shout as you race around the room frantically. You quickly brush your hair, and put it in a bun. “I’m supposed to meet Bruno in his tower! Bruno is going to give me a vision for the first time. ”

Mirabel stops you, “calm down. Bruno would wait patiently for you any time.” Mirabel pulls out a beautiful, bright green dress from behind her back. “I think this dress is perfect!” She hands you the dress.

“Thank you so much, it is beautiful. It’ll be perfect!” You hug Mirabel.

Mirabel steps toward the door. “I’ll let you get dressed, take your time.” Mirabel leaves and shuts the door.

“I need to go now”, you say as you put the dress on. “And a little bit of make up”, you put on make up and gaze at yourself in the mirror. “It’s missing something.” Some shiny emerald earrings catch your eye, so you put them on too. “Perfect.” You throw on some shoes and head to Bruno’s door.

“I hope he doesn’t think I skipped out on him. I hope he isn’t upset with me.” You approach Bruno’s door. You take a deep breath, and walk inside.

Since La casa Madrigal was rebuilt, Bruno’s room had rebuilt as well. Not as many stairs to climb.

As you head up the stairs, getting closer to his vision cave, you hear Bruno talking. He’s rambling to himself. “What if (y/n) never shows up? She didn’t want to come see you for a vision. I pushed too hard.” Bruno was anxious.

You step inside. “Brunito?” You say softly. Seeing him makes your heart flutter.

“(y/n)! You’re here!” Bruno runs to you. “Wow…” He paused, looking you up and down. “You- you look beautiful.” Bruno smiles at you.

You blush. “Thank you, amor.” You look up at Bruno. His gorgeous green eyes staring straight into yours.

“I-I got nervous… I was worried you wouldn’t show up.” Bruno looks down and crosses one arm over his body to hold the other arm.

You grab his face gently, and kiss him on the nose. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything. I love being with you.” You blush.

Bruno smiles and melts at the sound of your voice. “Uh, should we get started?” He gestures to the vision circle.

“Absolutely.” You grab his hand and lead him to his spot on the floor.

Bruno takes your hands, and helps you sit down first. He sits across from you. He lights the fire in the middle, and takes his time lighting each corner of sage around the fire. He then tosses some salt and sugar over his shoulder. Bruno takes your hands in his.

You hold Bruno’s hands. Bruno was used to people holding his hands for visions, but this time it felt different.

Bruno takes and deep breath and looks at you. “Ready?” He asks.

“Ready.” You nod your head at him.

Bruno closes his eyes. The sand begins swirling around the two of you, and Bruno opens his eyes. The bright, green glow was stunning to see in person. You felt safe.

Images start to appear. Quick flashes of different scenarios appear all around you. “What do you see?” You ask.

“I-I see you. Someone’s with you. You’re holding hands. He kisses your hand.” Bruno searches the sand for more. “There’s a wedding, you’re getting married!” Bruno squinted his eyes, as he tries to see who is accompanying you.

“What else?” You ask excitedly.

“I see… I see”, Bruno pauses. “You’re expecting a baby, you’re pregnant.” Bruno can’t tell who’s with you. The figure puts his hand on your belly.

“A baby?!” You shout. “Who is it?” You push.

“I can’t see, It’s, It’s.” The wind and sand start to settle down. “I need to know”, he says to himself.

A green emerald vision appears in Bruno’s hands. He is stunned for a moment, then looks at the vision he’d just created. He studies the image. “I can’t believe it.” He smiles.

“What?! Let me see!” You reach for the vision.

Bruno hands you the vision, and puts his hands behind his back.

You stare at the vision. You gasp, and a wide smile grows on your face. You continue staring at the vision in your hands. A married, pregnant you, with someone holding your belly and kissing you. It was him. Bruno Madrigal was in your vision.

“Oh, Brunito, mi amor!” You jump into his arms, tears forming in your eyes.

“I’m so happy you’re happy,” Bruno holds you in his arms. “Mi amor,” Bruno looks into your eyes. “I knew from the moment I met you, I wanted you in my life. You’re amazing, and so kind.” He holds you tight.

“Bruno, I feel the same.” You can’t look away as his eyes hypnotize you.

Bruno stands up. He gets on one knee and pulls out a small box. “This is the happiest vision I’ve ever done.” He opens the box to reveal a bright, green emerald ring. “I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you by my side.”

“Oh, Bruno, amor.” He knew. You both knew it would end up this way. You wipe tears from your eyes and you both stand up. He embraces you, and you both melt into each other.

Bruno motions to you. “May I?”

You lean over and kiss him, not even acknowledging the ring he’d just pulled out. He had made it himself out of a vision slab.

“I’d be so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.” You cover his face with small kisses.

“I- Is that a yes?” He asks shyly.

“That’s a strong YES!” You shout, making your voice echoing through the cave.

Bruno places the ring on your finger. “It’s a perfect fit.” He smiles. “We should go tell mi familia.” Bruno holds your hand and you both walk toward the door of his room.

As you open the door, you hear a loud, “FELICIDADES!” The whole Madrigal family was waiting outside the door.

“Gracias”, you say to everyone. You race out to show them the ring.

“Julieta steps forward. “Welcome to the family.” She smiles at you, and hugs you.

Bruno stands by Agustin and Felix. “I can’t believe it. I’ve never been so happy.”

“Women have that power.” Felix laughs. “We’re proud of you Bruno!” Felix wraps an arm around Bruno.

Everyone talks to each other and congratulates you both. A perfect end to a perfect day.

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You almost kill Bruno in the best way.

I plan on writing a fanfic with this bit in it, but I had to write this now! So enjoy as a self insert! I was inspired by a tik tok, enjoy!

You’re new to Encanto, maybe you moved there to take care of an older family member or maybe you inherited a house. You have not met Bruno yet, although maybe you have heard of him.

You find one of Bruno’s rats who got stuck somewhere and rescue it. Maybe a couple of its rat friends were nearby acting worried because they didn’t know how to help. 

After rescuing the rat you feed them and talk to them for a bit before letting them go on their way back to Bruno.

The rats go back and tell the others what happened and collectively they decide that you need to meet Bruno. One of them goes back to your house and steals an earring from you and leads you back to wherever Bruno is when you see and chase after it. Maybe Bruno is at the Casita, maybe he is down by a secluded river, etc.

WOOHOO!! It’s finally Bruno’s turn, I saved best boy for last.  All parts combined in gdocs are 29 pages total, this is def the longest thing i’ve written in over a decade!! I hope you enjoy, and look forward to whatever i decide to write next

thanks, and enjoy!

as always. credit goes to @dark-side-blog2 for the wonderful hucow! au

WARNINGS: not sfw, yandere, duncon, noncon, sleep fucking, force feeding, manipulation, dark themes, afab reader, she/her pronouns, all characters 18+!!