Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Bruno x Fem Reader (Visions: Part one?)

|| Bruno and you are both 23||

You couldn't help but wonder about the fate you would be given tomorrow. The famous Madrigals had been sharing their gifts with the town for ages, but tomorrow was finally your chance to take advantage of it. 

Knocking on the large door, there you were. Today was the day. You would finally get your prophecy from the known Bruno Madrigal. A lady had opened the door, Alma Madrigal. She kindly welcomed you in with few words and led you up into the tower. A door sat in front of you, glowing. 'BRUNO' it read, the figure of a scrawny man on it. You thanked Alma with some empanadas wrapped neatly in a basket.

Once you were alone you inhaled, preparing for what and who was inside. Instead of what you imagined would be a normal bedroom, you were greeted with an hourglass pouring out sand. 

"If I run through it will be momentary..." you reassured yourself, getting into position and bolting into the sand. Instead of the flat surface that you had imagined, you fell straight into a pile of grainy sand.

"Great," you mumbled, brushing yourself off and collecting yourself to your feet. As your eyes moved up you couldn't help but gasp, thousands and thousands of stairs met with you. You sighed, letting out a groan. Stairs stairs stairs. You climbed up all of them, and by the end, you were a panting mess. You whined a bit before walking across the long, janky bridge, anxiety filling your mind. Was all of this worth it for some stupid vision? Reassurance isn't always the best remedy. But alas, you were at the top, and you weren't going to waste all that time coming up here just to go down. So your answer was to continue.

The place was creepy, rats squeaking and scattering across the sandstone floor. It's gonna be fine. You tried to calm yourself, but to no avail, it didn't work. Creepy statues covered the wall of the hallway as you walked closer to the vault-like door, there was an audible shuffling noise inside that echoed. 

"Hello?" you said, your voice booming off from all of the walls.

The shuffling stopped with no other reply. You sighed heavily and opened the door to an awkward man sitting in the middle. It was the same scrawny one from the door, Bruno Madrigal. You attempted to put on a sweet smile, walking over.

"Hello!" you chirped, waving a bit. Your response was an awkward wave back.

"I'm Y/N!" you continued, moving to sit by the man. There was a light blush on his cheeks as more silence replied. 

"So... Bruno! I was wondering if I could have a vision?" You were trying your hardest to sound kind, just like your mother had taught you.

"Yes," he blankly stated, rats crawling onto his lap. You couldn't help but feel suddenly unhygienic from the rodents. He seemed to have a bond with them though, petting their furry heads.

"Those are nice... pets?" you said with uncertainty, "What are their names?" 

"This is Arepa," he said, his voice becoming more confident in the talk about the rats. Finally, an opening. 

"She is very cute!" You smiled, he only blushed more, scrambling to set her on your lap. You didn't picture having a rodent on your lap, and you surely didn't ask for it, but you accepted it. At closer inspection of her, she was cute. And with more inspection of him, he followed that statement. 

"We should get started." The silence broke with a raspy voice as he quickly stood up, you nodded. He moved to set a few rats off to the side, quickly coming back with matches. He fell a bit while sitting down, which made a small giggle fall from your lips. His flustered demeanor was hilarious in a way. The young man stroke a match, lighting piles of leaves on fire, reaching out and grabbing your hands. Deep breaths came from him as he mumbled things to himself, anxiety overcoming him. You could feel his sweaty palms, and wonder filled your mind. Is this too much to ask for? No, surely not. The famous Bruno Madrigal has done this forever. His eyes opened, engulfed in bright emerald green.