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Francis was so fucking bored, the curly-haired 15-year-old poorly suppressed a yawn as Vicente kept rambling on about his latest, fantastic, artistic creations made entirely out of the souvenirs he brought to Bahía Bonita after his latest trip to his home country, Brazil.
Now, the young clairvoyant in training was absolutely sure everything that the beautiful man with light caramel curly hair and sun-kissed skin dressed in a tye-dye jumpsuit was saying was very interesting but Francis just had a really long day and was utterly exhausted.
At first, the teen magician only used his "powers" as a hobby or a way to make quick cash sometimes, after becoming painfully aware that the only person before him in the Family Madrigal to earn what his ancestors called a "gift" of seeing the future was his Abuelo Bruno, someone he never met.
And all the raven-haired waiter knew through the first half of his teenage years, which was when he found out about the real origins of the powers he had since he turned 5, was that the man was infamous for his future visions only having negative repercussions.
So Francis had a right to feel cautious about his own gift perhaps being a curse, even if his Abuela Mirabel told him none of the tales were actually true and his grandfather, her late husband and direct uncle, was simply misunderstood at the time.
Francis had met her when she came to the small island located in Argentina, looking for him and his younger twin brothers, Julio and Rodrigo specifically, the three of them were a long lost addition to the Family Madrigal whom the majority of the Family back in Colombia deemed to be dead by now along with the boys" parents.
The elderly woman was beyond ecstatic to meet the kids and wanted to take them back "home" immediately but Nonna Arnoldina, a fierce, hot-tempered yet kind-hearted Italian lady who had raised them since they were lost little toddlers at the beach one fateful morning, put her foot down and Abuela Mirabel begrudgingly obliged.
Only saying Francis and his brothers could visit Encanto any time they so desired.
Francis, Julio and Rodrigo were instantly taken under Nonna Arnoldina"s wing upon accidentally arriving at Bahía Bonita after their parents" ship got lost at sea, a couple years later the boys were joined by the woman"s great granddaughter Fiore and they were all raised together like siblings,
Arnoldina was the local Italian Old Lady who owned a very traditional restaurant in the heart of the small island, she was loved by everyone, her excellent food attracted people from many other lands nearby.
Francis started working young at the restaurant but he genuinely loved it, it was almost impossible to take him away from that kitchen most times, aside from learning new, special, family recipes every single day, it was always fun to use his magic to make his chores much easier and faster when Nonna wasn"t looking.
The charming teen apprentice is the eldest of his siblings, Fiore is currently 11, the twins Julio and Rodrigo 13, all troublemakers in their own way, it has always been hard to make them take anything seriously but since Nonna Arnoldina has always been stern just like Abuela Alma from the old stories, they usually listened to her.
But now, she has passed too and the Madrigal Trio plus Fiore had not taken it well at all, especially the youngest of them and Francis, who felt the closest to her.
It"s been 6 months and none of them had the courage to reopen her Ristorantino ever since, it was just too difficult for any of them to lose yet another parental figure while so young.
Despite how much he was grieving, the former kitchen apprentice with sweet, olive green eyes still needed money to provide for his family as the natural next in line at taking responsibility for them.
Julio used his gift of growing any kind of plantlife, including fruits and vegetables he wanted to help expand Margarita"s Garden and keep everyone in town fed.
Although he still says his real gift is "acting", they all take so much after Bruno without even knowing....
Rodrigo ,as a natural evolution of his ancestor, Camilo Madrigal"s gift, can shapeshift except not only into other people but animals and even objects as well,
Needless to say that Francis and many of the townsfolk were victims of his many pranks at least once.
Yet now,the bratty, moody noirette was finally faced with the mission of finding a purpose for his gift, alongside with coping with Nonna"s death.
Nobody in the Colombian side of the Family knew they were all alone in the island, without adult supervision, sure there is Margarita, Arnoldina"s Wife now widowed but she has been too unstable, Julio is the one caring for her Garden these days after all.
Rodrigo was terrified of what life in Colombia may be like, old family tales say the kids start working day and night for the Community there right after they turn 5, the shapeshifter couldn"t help but shudder, it sounded like a nightmare.
Hopefully Francis will know what to do, he"s the eldest, the boring square one who doesn"t know how to have fun, is always nervous about something and obsessed with getting everything right while utter chaos surrounds him from all sides.
If there"s someone who can help save their family, keep them all together, it"s him.
By insistence of his best friends Alina and Maria, Francis opened a fortune teller style booth where he could tell everyone"s future.
Fortunately (or unfortunately) it has been an absolute success, Francis earns in a weekend what he would earn in a month at the restaurant but some clients......can be aggravating.
Patrício always asks to see dinosaurs on the crystal ball, Alina always asks if Maria will say Yes to going out with her but chickens out right before Francis ever gets to see anything,
Fiore always says he should be using TikTok to read people"s futures online instead and tries to give him fashion advice, telling him that if he dressed better, he would have a much higher chance of getting a boyfriend to distract him from his grief.
Keno Malvatti is super cute and naive, they tried dating once and it"s a huge shame all those pretty, plump, pink lips do now is whine all day about his sister (and secret girlfriend) Malu not taking him seriously enough,
It sucks so much... the whole reason Francis and Keno broke up to begin with was because the red-haired woman wanted her little baby brother "all to herself".
And she got it, she should be the happiest woman on the planet.
Marina always asks if Margarita will ever pay attention to her, Corina always says Francis should exercise more, working at that kitchen with constant access to Nonna"s food got him "too soft" around the edges.
Manuel Escobar....is tall, dark and incredibly handsome with his long, wavy, brown hair reaching his back, olive brown skin and big hands which means the young clairvoyant can barely manage a word or two around the older boy.... who only has eyes for Vicente, the obnoxious Brazilian guy.
Yes, most of the town just started seeing Francis as their local therapist and the weary, charming noirette never missed cleaning tables, cutting vegetables and washing dishes as much as he does now.
He had barely any time to grieve before it felt like everyone"s problems were suddenly weighting heavily down on his own broad shoulders and oh,
Arnoldo, the new Restaurant"s owner is supposed to arrive tomorrow, the curly-haired boy almost forgot with all the many other things currently clouding his mind.
Amazing.
Fantastic.
Francis just could really use a nap.
Margarita was too grief stricken to even consider taking over her late wife"s Ristorantino, it hurt so much for her to even step back in there so she spent most of her days by her garden observing Julio work or at home supposedly being watched and taken care of by Fiore....or Rodrigo posing as such when she"d sneak out.
Francis nor any of his siblings were old enough to be the next in line to own the place either so the options were:
1) Sell the whole property altogether which literally everyone was against despite how much they could probably use the money.
2) Move to Colombia with said money where they would be forced to offer their gifts as free labor at their local community which was also an instant nope.
3) Keep on looking for other relatives from the Italian side of the Family outside of town who might be interested in the Restaurant Business, Francis and his siblings were pretty hesitant about this one also but it sounded like the most plausible option at the moment.
....And it shouldn"t be so hard, right?
Turns out, it really wasn"t.
After a quick search by Fiore, she easily found Arnoldo, Nonna"s direct grandson whose had also become a renowned Chef himself, Arnoldina did mention him on occasion, when he would appear briefly on TV teaching a recipe or selling a product, she"d point at the screen proudly and say "I taught everything he knows, I gave him my name for a reason".
Francis took a deep breath, opening the big doors of the restaurant after literally half a year in order to clean and have everything looking impeccable for Arnoldo"s arrival.
Needless to say he hasn"t slept a single wink that night, buried in nerves and crippling anxiety.
Thankfully, nearly everyone showed up to help: Julio, Rodrigo, Alina, Maria, Escobar, Vicente, Patrício, Marina, Simbad, Corina and even Malu and Keno who were, in theory, the Ristorantino"s direct rivals with their food truck.
Francis had no time to suspect if the Malvatti Siblings may have been up to something however as he was too busy making sure everything was perfect, nothing could go wrong.
He didn"t know much about this Gran Cocinero Arnoldo aside from the occasional old pictures or TV Cameos, the teen magician surprisingly never cared to know more,
It seems like the brunet, mustached man was raised by Nonna for a while during his childhood as well but he never visited again after he left Bahía Bonita, it"s been almost 40 years since then from what the young clairvoyant can tell,
If anything, this man came off as incredibly ungrateful in Francis" eyes.
But if this Arnoldo just so happens to be strict, stubborn but soft-hearted like their Nonna....
Maybe they would be okay.
"So, people around town told me you can tell the future, you look a little young for that, you know?" a mysterious, short man in an oversized, brown coat with a low, gruff, husky, heavily accented voice told Francis as he sat on the chair in front of the younger"s table where all his things were set up.
Arnoldo didn"t come.
Maybe if Francis had given in and seen the future, he would have known and not wasted everyone"s time.
Now he"s here back on his much dreaded booth, back to "playing therapist".
His day had just started and this man"s voice alone was already giving him chills, it sounded so alluring yet familiar as well.
"I"ve- I"ve heard that a few times, yeah...." Francis uttered nervously, his gentle olive green eyes struggling to keep focus on the much older man"s deep, dark orbs, sharp black yet shining bright as a starry midnight sky.
Francis couldn"t bring himself to look away, no matter how hard he tried as he involuntarily shrunk back into his own chair.
The curly-haired boy"s whole body shivered and he swallowed dry as the other man used his thick, heavy, gloved hand to lift the teen clairvoyant"s soft chin to eye level, running his large thumb along the anxious boy"s jaw, if he didn"t have Francis" full attention before...
He certainly did now.
The brunet, mustached man leaned much closer, his pink lips inches away from the young apprentice"s, the noirette could feel the other man"s breath on his face as he slowly pulled his hood down and whispered hoarsely before his lips softly touched the naive magician"s.
"You don"t have to worry, I trust you, Francis."
It was Arnoldo.
"Fraaanciiis....Fraaannn..." delicately sang Alina.
"Wake up, sunshine, let"s go." playfully spat Fiore.
Francis" head quickly shot up from it"s place over his open laptop where the curly-haired boy in question had been drooling all over in his sleep, dreaming of a "mysterious" mustached, Italian man he had been thoroughly researching all night.
So maybe he found Arnoldo to be insanely attractive, so what?
It"s not like the grand chef would even bother giving him the time of day, he"s coming today but nothing guarantees he"s going to stay.
Francis wants so badly for him to stay.
Natalio is absurdly tall, skinnier than a post, legs for days, a huge smile adorning his lips as he excitedly carried half of Arnoldo"s baggage out of the ship and into the restaurant.
Topa carried.....more like dragged the other half of the suitcases with his feet when Arnoldo wasn"t looking, he"s short, chubby and round-faced, in fact, he shared several physical features with the Chef Francis supposed to be Topa and Natalio"s Boss.
Three impossibly gorgeous Italian men from the city and Francis was often forgetting to breathe ever since they reached land, he was already wet just from Arnoldo making eye contact with him.
Speaking of the devil in disguise, Arnoldo is short and round-faced like Topa but with several more pounds to him plus his signature mustache, the large, much older man, nonchalantly strolled by as Francis kindly helped Topa with the experienced Chef"s bags, way too close to accidentally dropping them on the way to the Ristorantino as he "discreetly" stared at the Italian brunet"s huge ass.
If Arnoldo sat on the teen waiter"s face right here right now, he would be doing the boy a favor.
"Hey kid, if I"m thinking what you"re thinking, it feels fucking amazing, I can guarantee you that." Natalio startled the raven-haired clairvoyant out of his distant thoughts, taking a while to register what the taller had just said before going fully red in the face just like Topa by his side, a wide, mischievous grin spreading across Natalio"s face in the process.
"No need to be embarrassed, I"m his husband, I suppose you were too busy staring at his.... generous behind to even notice a ring on his finger." the lanky musician in flannel stated casually as if he was talking about the weather.
"Natalio!!!!" Topa exclaimed in exasperation.
"I"m so-sorry,Mr. Bertolazzi,I-I-" Francis stammered, ready to bury his face in the sandy beach they just walked from.
"Please, you can call me Natalio, kiddo, I won"t bite.... Arnoldo might though." the overenthusiastic, carefree man winked, grinning wolfishly.
Francis" whole body shivered at the thought.
"Arnoldo, please, stop ,sir, you have a husband, we can"t do this, he might see us!!!" Francis whined helplessly.
"If he catch us, he can join us and we can tag team you, we"ve done it before, no problem...." Arnoldo trailed kisses down Francis" neck as he pulled the teen apprentice"s round ass against the massive bulge in his pants.
"W-what- y-you"ve done-" Francis could barely manage half a sentence out before before the older, overweight, mustached man shoved the boy"s body down into the table using his own heavy weight to keep the other down as he expertly put Francis" pants down and apron off.
Taking his own apron off and opening his trousers just far enough to pull his massive, girthy, veiny, leaking cock out, it was the middle of the day, customers chatting out in the dining area, people going in and out of the kitchen as they delivered orders,
Francis let a loud sob escape his thin lips as tears fell down his cheeks, his head currently smashed into the cold, hard surface as Arnoldo breached his wet, warm, dripping hole mercilessly in one go.
This is all Francis wanted,
But not like this.
Natalio entered the room and smiled to himself, that unsettling, borderline creepy smile of his, Francis" big olive eyes were pleading but all the slim man did was wink at his husband, unzipping his ugly khakis, pulling his own gigantic, wide cock out, happily stroking it to life and shoving it down the kid"s throat in one swift motion.
Francis was too busy (what with his aching, painfully filled, stretched holes and all) to notice both 50-year-old, mustached men kissing messily just above him.
Francis still did faintly hear Arnoldo say "Want to see if he can fit us both?" next thing the young noirette knew, both meaty, hairy, succulent monster cocks were forcefully shoved up his ass at once, his piercing cries and screams could be heard in the entire island, Fiore filming the whole thing for her own enjoyment.
The 15-year-old could barely stand on his two frail legs the next day, he obviously still had to work twice as hard regardless, not counting when either Arnoldo or Natalio would fuck him and Fiore whenever and wherever they wanted.
Fiore surprisingly far more willing than Francis was as Arnoldo railed her in front of Alina and the customers by the reception desk.
Natalio had Francis on his knees in front of him as the sometimes forgetful man sat by the fountain outside, showering the boy"s tight throat and stomach with his thick, salty ropes of boiling hot cum.
Nobody else batting an eye, not even when both Francis and Fiore showed up pregnant just a couple of months after Arnoldo and his husband"s arrival, so did Alina and Malu (but that one everyone suspects to be Keno"s).
They are definitely here to stay.
And Francis misses Nonna more than ever.
The curly-haired clairvoyant gently carressed his now bulging 8-months pregnant belly, crying helplessly as Julio slammed roughly into his shredded pussy, eager to be the next to knock his big brother up, Rodrigo and Keno pistoled hard into his gaping ass while Escobar shot his creamy load into the teen magician"s face and Topa in his round, protruding stomach.
Fiore just a few feet away, her own unnaturally huge belly (due to her incredibly small size) being relentlessly pushed against the counter over and over again by the massive, tall and muscular Simbad, his thick rod thrusting deep into her tight, wet, pre-teen, pregnant pussy, Patricio blissfully pissing down her throat while kneading on the little girl"s growing tits, making her choke on his hot piss and cum as he painfully pinched her nipples.
All claiming they would fuck the babies once they"re born as well just like Arnoldo himself had said proudly for everyone to hear several times in the past months.
And that, the old, overweight old man did, baby Valentina was barely 3-months-old, Francis had just found out he was already 7 weeks pregnant again when he caught the Italian brunet shoving two fat fingers in her tiny, undeveloped pussy, after that he"d seen the Grand Chef and several of the men and boys from the island spilling their nasty seed and even peeing inside her milk bottle,
Francis, whose was already used to being forced to take both types of fluids from all of them anytime when pregnant with her, could do nothing but turn a blind eye at the whole twisted situation, his eyes widening in their sockets as someone (he"d soon realize it was Vicente) pulled him down to his knees by his thick, black curls, brutally forcing the young teen to take the rather large remains of his hot piss that didn"t fit in the baby"s bottle.
Meanwhile in the busy dining area, Fiore"s own baby Chiara had her tiny lips wrapped around Escobar"s dark, enlarged, massive dick, suckling every single thick drop of baby batter she could while he breastfed on the 11-year-old"s engorged tits instead of the infant.
What"s the point of being able to see the future if Francis was completely unable to predict any of this.
There"s no one to play therapist for him now.