nelly. nelly please.... im begging you...... for fathers day headcanons at casita in the lmfe universe 🥺🙏
YAAAAAAASSSSSS I’ve been dying to write this scenario! This will mostly be Bruno-centric, but please enjoy!
The events of this one-shot will be canon to the LMFE Universe.
Ruana: a Father’s Day Special
He sat by the counter while you and Julieta hustled about in the kitchen; taking plates from your hands as she scrubbed them clean of leftover cake, handing them to the awaiting boards of Casita to dry, and finally putting them up on the cupboard in a neat pile. You raised an eyebrow at Bruno’s disposition
“Oye, tonto. What’s the matter? You were so jolly during Agustín’s party earlier,” You carried a large pot near your husband’s feet and dusted your hands off. Your nose scrunched as he let out a long sigh. “...you can help us out, you know.”
“I know, I know. Sorry, amor,” he leaned forward and rested his head on his folded arms, burying his nose on the cloth of his sleeves as he picked at the loose ends of the fabric. “You don’t have to worry, I promise.”
You dried your hands on your skirt and ran a hand through Bruno’s locks. “Is this about the triplets?”
“N-no! Not at all, really!” He sat up abruptly and waved his hands in front of him. He knocked on the wood three times and mumbled to himself whilst his fingers weaved together; a sign that he was nervous.
“You and I both know that you can’t lie to me,” you hoisted him up his feet, straightened the collar of his ruana, and hoisted the pot over and put it in his hands. He let out a silent oomph as the weight buckled him down, but he managed to regain his composure and scrunched his nose at you. You smiled cheekly and pinched his cheek. “I’ve known you since we were babies. Plus, I’m your wife. I know when something’s bothering you.”
From behind you, Julieta rolled her eyes playfully and made a face. “Ay, not in my kitchen please. Go do your cheesy business elsewhere.”
“We didn’t complain when you and Agustín were all touchy-grabby in the middle of the celebration, didn’t we?” You stuck your tongue towards Julieta and pushed Bruno beside his sister. He stumbled on his own footing—he always did walk on two left feet—and balanced himself before he could hit the counter. Luckily, Casita was there just in time to catch him before he fell. You scratched your cheek and muttered out a quick apology.
“Oh hush. You can’t complain when it’s his birthday.”
“But still. You’re gross.”
“I have seen you and Bruno behind the garden and being frisky with each other. Do not tempt me to tell Felix.”
“You saw that—! You know what, of course you did.”
“What else did you expect?" Julieta laughed and took the pot from Bruno’s hands with ease. “Now that’s done, go and meet with Felix and Agustín in the courtyard. You’ll be cleaning the mess this morning.”
“Even Agustín?” Bruno asked with a cringe. Julieta shrugged and waved him off.
“Yes, including Agustín. Just because he’s the birthday boy doesn’t mean he’s exempted from his chores. And have some bonding time with your hermanos while you’re at it.” Just as Julieta dismissed Bruno to do his chores for the day, Casita moved its floorboards and handed Bruno a broom. Your husband sighed and picked up the broom with a disheartened look on his face.
Before he can go to the courtyard, you reach out to grab his shoulder and give him a big kiss on the cheek. He was stunned at first, but eventually his frown turned into a dorky smile. You giggled. “The triplets remember, amor. Just give them time. They would never miss Father’s Day for the world.”
“...was I really that obvious?” He played with the broom in his hand. You cooed at your husband and caressed his cheek.
“I could read you like an open book. Now quit sulking and get to work.”
“Yes ma’am.” He grinned slyly and stole a kiss from your lips. You had to resist the urge to punch him on the arm as your cheeks warmed up.
When you were sure that Bruno was out of earshot and had preoccupied himself with talking with your brother-in-laws, you turned to Julieta and gave her a thumbs up. She returned the gesture and washed off the suds from her hands and opened the cupboards to take out special plates just for today. You cupped your hands over your mouth and let out a tiny whisper.
“Dolores, it’s almost time. The boys are in position.”
“Let me guess, you too, huh?” Agustín laughed as soon as Bruno stepped into the courtyard. He chuckled and waved at them, slightly raising his brow at the amount of bee stings on Agustín’s face.
“Are you—are you okay?” He asked. Agustín blinked and chuckled before fishing out an arepa from his pocket and plopping it in his mouth. The stings immediately subsided as he shrugged.
“The bees were just greeting me with a happy birthday, no big deal.”
“It is a big deal bro,” Felix chimed in, a bucket full of water and a mop at his sides. “They’ve been chasing you since your party. You were lucky Javi and Nacito used their gifts to drive them away.”
“They have some pretty great teamwork, those two,” Agustín picked up a charred flower from the ground and grimaced. “Ignacio does need some bit of control over his fire breath, though.”
“I agree,” Bruno started to sweep up more charred flowers from the floor. “But I’m still so proud of them nonetheless. He managed to control his breath even if he’s still six years old! I mean, how cool is that, right? And mi Javier is such a smart boy—talented with his gift too! Who knew he could come up with a plan to get those bees away from you so quickly. And mi Angelita—oh! Isn’t she just the sweetest little angel that you could ever meet—”
“Hermano, you’re doing that thing again.” Felix laughed boisterously while wringing the mop dry. Bruno blinked and felt his face warm, his hand instinctively grabbing the sides of his hood in embarrassment. Despite this, he still had a proud smile on his face.
“Heh. Sorry. I just get so carried away.”
“No need to apologize,” Agustín draped an arm around Bruno’s shoulders and gave him a reassuring pat. “I do the same with my daughters too. It’s hard not to become a proud dad when your children are so talented.”
“And gifted, too,” Felix laughed. “Literally.”
“Speaking of proud dad,” Agustín immediately deflated as he said that. He removed his arms from Bruno’s shoulders as he trudged his way towards a chair that Casita graciously slid towards him. “No one greeted me a Happy Father’s Day today, not even Julieta! I know it’s technically my birthday and we already had our celebrations, but it’s odd that even Mirabel forgot to greet me.”
Bruno perked up and nodded in agreement. “Y-yeah! Even the triplets didn’t greet me! They’re usually very very active when there’s an occasion and I found it incredibly odd.”
Felix shrugged and continued to mop the flower stains from the floor. “Not me. Camilo gave me a card this morning. Although Dolores did look a bit upset at the now that I recall…”
The men looked at each other weirdly; as if a silent solidarity was passed between the three. Their work momentarily stopped as they thinked at the timely coincidences.
“...has anyone seen any of the kids after the party?” Felix and Bruno shook their heads.
Suddenly, three chairs were dragged across the tiles and forced the men to sit as they were dragged seated against their will. They all screamed and held on to the sides of their respective seats as Casita practically kidnapped them from where they stood. They all ascended up the second floor and abruptly stopped in front of Ignacio’s room.
“Wh-what’s going on? What’s happening?!” Bruno yelped and held on for dear life. “Casita?!”
The three of them found their eyes covered with a soft cloth from out of nowhere. But Bruno could tell that it was controlled by Javier’s masterful handling of his gift from the green glow that coated the items and the golden specks that were left in their wake. Bruno didn’t have the time to pry the blindfolds away from his face when Casita had started to drag their chairs again, but this time, they had a vague idea of their destination.
Cool air met their skin as they were taken against their wills. They heard the chirps of crickets in the distance, as well as the soft lull of water and grass. They smelled the calming scent of campfires and the delicious aroma of freshly cooked food that can only be made by none other than Julieta. Agustín would know—he had spent most of his time in the kitchen with his wife to help out with the cooking.
When Casita had stopped them, and the blindfolds now untied and floated away from their eyes, the three men gasped at the sight that laid before them.
The first thing they saw was a giant banner splattered messily with paint of varying colors with the words Feliz Día del Padre! written on the top. The eternal night that made up Ignacio’s room was lit up with more torches than they could count. In front of them laid a table that was skirted with intricate foldings that could only be the handiwork of Alma. She always had a way of table skirting, and this one was more intricate than the one that they had seen in Agustín’s table during his birthday celebration early this morning. There were custom plates for each of them, all drawn with unique designs with their names inscribed on the sides. And finally, standing before them were their families. They all had a grin on their faces as the men gawked at them in a mixture of shock, wonder, and adoration.
Garlands of flowers of each man's color were draped on their necks as soon as the celebrations started. They danced and partied the second time that day, now with more enthusiasm to their steps as they swayed to the beat of Agustín’s masterful playing of the piano. Isabela grew flowers left and right, all in the colors of her papa’s clothes to celebrate this wonderful day. Even Alma had joined in the dancing and helped little Mirabel with her steps. Slowly but surely.
In the middle of it all, the triplets ran to their father’s side and hugged his legs tightly, Chica the lamb trotting close by with an occasional bleat. Floating above them was a big green box tied with a pretty white bow. There were doodles on the side of wings, fire, and sparkles—a tell-tale sign of his darling children’s handiwork—and a card on the top with messy writings of his name. But Bruno knew from the heart that it was Angelina’s handwriting.
“Papa! Happy Father's Day!” They all squealed. Bruno was nearly sent to tears when he ducked down to scoop everyone in a tight embrace. You watched from the side with a heartfelt smile as Bruno gave all his children a kiss to the forehead, laughing out loud when Ignacio refused to accept any of Bruno’s infamous beard smooches.
“Did you rascals prepare all this?” He asked. They all nodded with glee.
“Yep! It was nuestro prima Dolores who thought of everything!” Javier answered with an adorable smile. You cooed at how similar he looked like his father when they were together.
“And I helped with the banner!” Angelina smugly grinned. Ignacio stuck his tongue out to Angi.
“You spilled paint all over the banner.”
“It was better that way! I wanted it to be more colorful!”
“See? Even Chica agrees with me.”
“Angi, Nacio, no fighting.”
You giggled and ruffled your menace children’s little heads and nodded your head to your husband who was clearly eyeing the present floating above them. “Didn’t you all have something to give to your papa?”
With a cheer, they all fished the present above them and hurriedly presented it to Bruno with wide grins. You had to hold a laugh when Angelina tried to cover up the missing tooth from her mouth. Bruno accepted the gift with teary eyes and gave all the kids a kiss to the forehead. This time, Ignacio accepted it begrudgingly.
When Bruno opened his gift, the man felt roguish tears escape his eyes.
There, folded neatly inside, was a ruana. Although similar in design with his current one, there were messy embroideries sewn to the sides depicting bright stitches of orange and red fire, a blue wing with a cloud at the side, and an hourglass and a yellow sparkle. They were all clearly the work of his darling children, and he couldn’t be more proud.
“Did you—did you make this?” Bruno asked while wiping his tears. The triplets grinned and nodded, all pointing out the various designs that they had sewn meticulously to the sides. They were loose, some ready to untangle by the seams, but Bruno could only see the most beautiful artwork he had ever seen.
“Mhm! And mami helped us too!”
“She did?” Bruno looked up at you with what you could only describe as utter adoration. Smitten, to be precise. You giggled and shrugged.
“They wanted to make you something instead of buying anything, so they helped me make a ruana for you,” you went forward and knelt with Bruno to be on eye level with your children. You held Bruno’s hand and gave him a warm smile. “Now look at the inside.”
When Bruno flipped the ruana, he found the neat embroidery of his wife near the seams of the fabric forming a single sentence; No scorching sun nor freezing cold will stop us on our journey. To promise and to laugh, to love for eternity.
Overrun with emotions, Bruno leaned in to bring you in a deep kiss. He didn’t care about how his brother-in-laws snickered and followed suit with their wives nor the fake gagging noises his children were making beside him. All he could care about was satiating the itch that came with showering you with his love.
When you parted, Bruno immediately scooped the children up in a tight embrace and kissed their cheeks with more fervor than before. They all whined and tried to escape, but it was no use; they were trapped in the arms of their father’s love.
Bruno spent the whole day wearing his new ruana proudly.
Bruno blinked his bleary eyes open. The dust that flew as he slowly rose to stand tickled his nose unpleasantly. He trudged his way forth to his lonely, beaten up table and sat in front of his drawn plate while grabbing the utensils laid beside it. He quietly listened as the familia sang songs in the courtyard, away from the dining hall from where he sat. He could vaguely hear the sound of his darling son playing the tiple and Angelina’s boisterous giggles as she sang, probably dancing in the air like she always does when there were songs. He sighed and fished an arepa out of his pocket, put it on the center of the drawn plate, and hummed along the jolly tunes from the courtyard.
“Ah, I almost forgot,” he stood up and stretched, removing his ruana and draping it up his lonely chair. He carefully brought out a big green box with children’s doodles at the side, now albeit faded from age, and gently brought out the ruana the triplets gave him years before. His movements were delicate, almost meticulous, as he dusted the fabric. He had to shoo away the rats that seemed to take an interest in the box and put it back on the highest shelf where they couldn’t get to it. He was careful not to break any of the stitches that the children had sown in just for him.
He sat in front of his table again, but this time, he had a grin on his face. He swayed his head to the tune of Ignacio’s tiple and ate his arepas with a hum.
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