Hernando and Bruno sat together at the precipice, looking down on the encanto as the sun set and the lights came to life at the festival below.
“It’s nice up here,” Hernando said. “You really can see the whole village.”
“I like it better than being down there in all the commotion.” Bruno tightened the blanket around himself as the night air dropped to a chilling degree. “But it sure does look warm and inviting..”
Hernando looked down at him and offered him his blanket to wrap in to keep his friend warm. He held him close as they watched the night lights shimmer below.
“You know, it may be darker up here and not as warm, but I’m here with you. You’re not alone..”
In the darkness, Hernando couldn’t see the tears that welled in his eyes, but he could hear it in his voice when Bruno replied, “I know...thank you.”
Summer Camp AU Drabble. NSFT. Minors Scram.
CW: MMF Threesome
Henando and Paola belong to @rinnysega. Elena belongs to @prophetic-hijinks. Check out the Summer Camp AU (and other unhinged AU content) on @splat-precipice
Everyone knew that you couldn’t go near the boathouse at dusk. In the downtime that came after dinner but before lights out, the counselors all knew to keep the campers far away. They didn’t want to answer awkward questions about the funny noises coming from inside.
Noises like the ones currently thumping from within the boathouse’s rickety, water damaged walls.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop,” Bruno moaned. He, Hernando, and Paola had realized at the beginning of the summer that the three of them could fit rather comfortably in one of the camp’s larger row boats, the perfect size for the trio to each have something to hold onto as they tested out a number of new configurations from Bruno’s tattered paperback kama sutra book.
The rowboat rocked gently on the creaky floor every time Hernando thrust inside him. Bruno was on his back on the rowboat’s bench, his shorts – sinful, khaki things that Hernando couldn’t seem to resist – were pulled down around his knees, just about to where Bruno had a bandaged shin earned from kneeling on the splintered floor of the boathouse two days prior. His shirt – the one brandished with the sunny logo for Camp Can-Toe – was long discarded. From the shins up, he was wearing nothing but his tan lines and his whistle.
Paola, for her part, was draped over the gunwale with Bruno in her mouth, humming softly every time she took him to the hilt. Bruno swayed with the motion of the boat, and if he weren’t well accustomed to the feeling by now, he’d be seasick. Or rather, boathouse-sick. But instead he was just sex-sick, a welcome variety of fever heating him up and making him dizzy as he spent himself from Hernando and Paola’s combined attention. In the moment just before his release, Elena, the counselor for the school’s music program, flashed into his mind. She’d smiled at him flirtatiously in the mess hall over breakfast that morning, and the interaction had been ping ponging around in his head ever since.
Bruno felt a pang of guilt, but soon forgot it. Paola was bringing him back to the present moment, running her hands on his chest. Hernando was still fully dressed, utility vest and all; in his rush to get Bruno’s shorts off, he hadn’t bothered undressing himself. He untied the bandana from his neck and offered it to Bruno to wipe the sweat off his brow. “Right,” he said, his cock still hard and twitching. “Paola’s turn.”
"I don't know why you wanted me to bake cookies this year," Hernando said while he struggled with the recipe. "Your sister makes great ones. Why do you need me to do it?"
"I think we both know why," Bruno said, twirling his glass of wine. His eyes glanced down at Hernando's body in nothing but his underwear and revealing apron.
"Kind of funny how it was a nice day and suddenly we get caught in a snow blizzard," Hernando teased Bruno.
Bruno rubbed his arm as he stood close to Hernando and Paola inside an unlocked farmer's shed. "Heh...well, you wanted to go for a walk, and Rosa wouldn't let Paola be gone for more than half an hour so...."
"Awww did you ask Pepa to make a blizzard for me?" Paola swooned.
"She owed me a favor."
"For how long?" Hernando asked, giddy with excitement to be with his loves in such a small, intimate space.
Bruno smiled and held up his fingers. "Three hours."
Heyy, I just wanted to say I love your fanfic The Precipice so goddamn much and I hope you're having a nice day. I might have missed it when reading through but, I was wondering if we could get a more detailed description of what Hernando and Paola look like? Whenever I imagine Hernando I just picture young José haha
Thank you so much! 🥺 Asks like this make my day!
Of course, here are their mock ups for their adult designs
Paola - black hair, a skin complexion just a smidge lighter than Félix, brown eyes
Hernando - thick/straight dark brown hair, brown eyes, a skin complexion like Camilo’s
Paola tends to wear low scoop neck dresses with a shawl and Hernando nice shirts and dress slacks/shoes when he’s not in his dirty construction clothes
Their clothes always have Greens, Purples, and Brown somewhere on them to match Bruno (the way Mirabel’s family is cool colors and Pepa’s is warm colors)
Whenever Hernando hugs Bruno, does he just end up accidentally picking him up and holding him there without realising given how strong he is and how small and light Bruno is? I picture that whenever Hernando hugged Bruno in your fanfic
Yes! Hernando has big puppy energy and often times picks up Bruno into hugs without realizing how long he's been holding him off the ground.
When they're adults, and their size difference gets more apparent, I'm pretty sure he's pulled a Luisa on a few occasions and squeezed poor Bruno like Mirabel here:
“How do you like the matching pajamas I got?” Hernando boasted.
Paola was busy taking selfies in the mirror, making sure to get all angles. “Mmm. They’re not really matching if Bruno and I are elves and you’re Santa, baby.”
“They didn’t have the elf pajamas in my size. All they had was Santa.”
“And you didn’t think we could all three be Santa?” Paola asked, smiling up at him. “So you demoted your boyfriend and your girlfriend to elf status?”
Bruno played with the loose threads on his sleeve. “It’s okay. I like being an elf. Less stressful”
“That’s the holiday spirit!” Hernando hoisted Bruno up and held him to his side. “Besides, you two look great in green. I look best in red.”
