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fleetingvow · 2 years

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The nonexistent veins of this blog runs purely on angst. If you’ve come looking for written works of that category, please feel free to name the fics that have piqued your interest! A fair warning that the author’s first language is not English therefore perfection is not guaranteed, but that’s the beauty of it, is it not? Angst is an art of imperfection meeting a scale of perfection, or otherwise — if that makes sense.

Be reminded that this author writes under a nome de plume, which means all personal information are meant to be anonymous and not meant to be disclosed to the audience. This detail is relevant to those who wish to send an “ask” regarding the writer.

This blog’s works include gender neutral and female insert reader fics written about: Wednesday Addams, Evelyn Deavor, Anthony Lockwood, Henry Creel, Brienne of Tarth, Robin Buckley, Kang Sae-Byeok, and ( formerly and not anymore ) Camilo Madrigal.

Wednesday ‘ Wednesday Addams

BITTER SOLITUDE

Wednesday has always loved being alone. She enjoyed the company of solitude and the opportunity for something haunted in the eerie silence, but somehow your presence was missing. Did she do something wrong? ( Angst, Female Reader Insert. )

DEAD OF NIGHT

In which you and Wednesday open up to each other as comfort after you woke up from a nightmare, replaying the moments in the forest when the hyde attacked you not so long ago. ( Slight Angst, Fluff, Comfort, Female Reader Insert. )

DEATH BY A THOUSAND CUTS — I and II

wednesday addams never cried for anyone, not until she held you fighting for your life, desperately trying to stay alive to return the whispered confession. ( heavy angst. character death. female reader insert. )

WISH I NEVER MET YOU

a massive fight — you and wednesday never had that before, not until now that the walls almost crumbled down from the shouts being passed on back and forth. it could have worked, but then came the statement that ended it all for good. ( in progress. heavy angst. female reader insert. )

PRIORITIES

ever since wednesday got tangled with the monster mystery, her priorities seemed to turn into shambles as she brushed off your existence to get to the leads of her case, even if it meant kissing other people to do so. ( in progress. angst, cheating (?) toxic wednesday, toxic reader. )

Encanto ‘ Camilo Madrigal

JUST ANOTHER BOY

You were the new kid in Encanto and your family already tried to help building up the community by coming up with an idea of a school for the children in the small town. Whilst trying your best to survive education, you met a rather weird and awkward boy from the very famous family; The Madrigals. It was strange how he was outgoing and easily social to the others but you. Nevertheless, that's what made him interesting. Then, he just got weirder. ( Fluff. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

FALLEN DEBRIS

After the disastrous dinner where Mariano and Isabella were supposed to come out engaged, you and Camilo had an extremely heated argument about Bruno after defending him causing your relationship to deteriorate completely. You were there when Mirabel and Abuela fought causing the downfall of Casita — you along with it. And when Camilo found your unresponsive figure underneath the piles and rubbles of the fallen shelter's debris, well . . . ( Heavy Angst. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

FLEETING PROMISE

You were anything but mortal, and when you met a strange young boy, the light you provided only became brighter. But see, the thing is, you were strictly prohibited to be involved with any human interactions. So, when something found out that you talked to Camilo not just once but every night — much worse, felt things for him, you had to deal with the consequences. Before you disappeared, he had made a promise; a promise to let his heart reside in you forever until death do you part. But when you came back a decade later, there was nothing else you could do after you witnessed a purely uttered promise become a fleeting belief you clung onto for faith that even someone like you ever deserved mortal feelings such as love. ( In Progress. Heavy Angst. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

Stranger Things ‘ Peter Ballard

AFFECTIONATE DISDAIN

Peter didn’t like the way you stood as if you owned the world. It was meant to be his. Not you. He hated your eyes all the way down to the tip of your toes, but as he had no choice but to put up with getting stuck with you, how was it that the way the light reflected on your angle changed? You were brighter than the daylight shine, and he was disgustingly allured by it. But no, you weren’t going to make him crumble. ( In Progress. Fluff. Enemies to lovers. Partial slow-burn. Gender-Neutral Reader Insert. )

ALLURE

Who knew that you could meet your strange neighbour again? Only this time, he wasn’t so quiet nor friendly. He was older, more dangerous — and just as you were about to kill him as a mission, your wants got in the way. Both of you couldn’t resist. Maybe that’s just how alluring you were. ( Romance. Angst? SLIGHT NSFW. Gender-Neutral reader insert. )

THAT WAY

You were once prepared to throw your life away just for him to look at you the way he did another. It took him years to realise. It took him years to feel what it was that you couldn’t feel twice. He knew it was too late, but he had to tell you somehow, even without talking. ( Angst. Gender-Neutral reader insert. )

GHOSTING PRESENCE ' Robin Buckley x Reader

You both had a massive fight, and the fact that you moved in together made it more difficult to handle. For the rest of the day, no one acknowledged anyone. The space between the walls were silent, and as you went to bed facing the opposite sides, she just knew it had to end. ( In Progress. Angst. Female Reader Insert. )

Squid Game ‘ Kang Sae-Byeok

MIRROR SHARDS

You’ll never forget the metallic taste of your lips joined into one as she choked back on her groans with your fingers pulling the large shard of glass from her side. ( Drafted. Slightly explicit. Fluff, Angst. Female reader insert. )

Lockwood & Co. ‘ Anthony Lockwood

DEAD WEIGHT

The reader’s skills got rusty and with anthony breathing down her neck all the time, well, things that were better off unsaid were spoken. that’s when four became three. ( Angst. Female Reader Insert. )

GHOST OF THE PAST

in which anthony recalls the tragedy of the only person who stirred his blood and thoughts. the girl who stayed young forever. ( heavy angst with a character’s death, specifically the reader’s. unproofread. )

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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year

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Here is my contribution to the Encanto April Fools Day! It's a Camilo centric story that got a bit angsty but also fluffy and has an OC I have become very fond of.

Thanks to @atarahderek for the idea which inspired this story.

#Encanto Fools Day #april fools day #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #encanto #camilo madrigal #Camilo madrigal & oc #Friendship or the start of something romantic is for you to decide #Camilo madrigal Angst #disney encanto

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row-boats3 · 2 years

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The artwork below, by @czpeterp ,inspired me to do a little Encanto oneshot! With their permission, I decided to post it.

Here we go!!

“Milo?” The soft voice called in, opening the door to the room slightly. Soft footsteps carefully stepped inside. She scanned the room as her ears looked for the beating heart of her brother.

Dolores hated her brother's room.

It wasn’t anything particularly about how the room was structured, and it wasn’t loud like it could be in Luisa’s gym. What Dolores hated about it was the maze of mirrors, constantly changing in shapes and sizes.

What she hated were the way those mirrors sometimes made her brother feel.

She followed the heartbeat, having picked up on the difference over the past twenty minutes. She’d heard an anxious rush, beating quickly much like their mothers would before a snowstorm. Then, is slowed, yet something still didn’t feel right.

Not everything Dolores knew was from the sounds. Sometimes, she just knew her familia well.

“Milo?” She called again to alert him of her presence and tracked down the heartbeat.

Finally, she spotted him.

Camilo was slouched against a low-hanging mirror while sitting on the floor, his head tilted towards the ceiling.He blinked, staring upwards in a dazed fashion.

“Camilo?” The word passed her lips just above a whisper, eyes widening as they often did. Dolores had never been the actor her brother was. Just like their mother, she often wore her heart on her sleeve. Or In some cases, directly on her face. “Can you hear me, hermano?”

There was no response, as the teen continued to stare.

Dolores knew what this was. She’d seen this before, she’d done this before.

Her baby brother was completely distanced, fully over-stimulated as she often was by the sounds of the Encanto. With a soft sigh, she gracefully moved to sit beside him.

A hand reached out, placed on his shoulder and rubbing softly. Gently, she began to try to bring him back to the present. Her brother flinched slightly at the touch, blinking rapidly.

“Sorry.” She mumbled. Even in his half-aware state, Camilo could still hear his hermana's quiet whisper perfectly. He always could hear Dolores when she spoke. “You were pretty far gone there.”

A soft hum sounded in the back of his throat in response, though the teen didn’t move, still rigidly against the wall in deep thought.

It didn’t take any gift for her to see her hermano was struggling.

“Do you want to talk about it?” The woman inquired, pulling her knees inward for a more comfortable position. She’d be here all day if needed. “I can’t hear what you don’t say.” She reminded him. For as much as her powers revealed to her, she couldn’t hear everything.

A long stretch of silence followed, as brown eyes looked over the freckled face. Neither spoke, letting the breeze of cold air rush over them. The room was still shifting, mirrors rippling tauntingly as the dark grey walls settled. The bleak color supposedly reflects the mind of the room's occupant. The elder had finally given in, resigned to simply sitting with her hermanito as they rode out the storm

It’s what he would often do for her when Dolores’ own world got too loud.

“Lola?” The teen finally called out, the sound of his hoarse voice catching her attention immediately.

“I’m here.” She assured, a gentle hand reaching over to pat his own. Often, he’d complain when she did this, having decided he was “too old” for it now. But in the confides of Casita, neither dared to pull away. Not now.

“Have you ever felt,” he trailed off quietly for a moment, “Not like yourself?” He asked, letting the question hang in the air of a few moments before being able to add more.

“Like, your body isn’t real? You know what you should look like, but, like, everything seems wrong.” He elaborated, a small squeak leaving Dolores as she processed the information, carefully phrasing herself.

“No, not like that.” She answered truthfully. Her brother seemed to slump back into the wall at the response, so she took the opportunity to pull him against her side. Sometimes, she thought hearing heartbeats would soothe everyone just as much as it did her.

“But sometimes,” her soft voice finally got Camilo to look at his hermana properly. “When it gets too loud, i get really overwhelmed. There’s so many sounds, and I can’t filter out which sound is which, until I can’t hear anything at all. It’s just a high-pitched ringing.”

That had long been one of the scariest things she’d found with her gifts. No matter how many times it happened, she never didn’t panic when she realized she couldn’t hear. In even a few moments, so many things could go wrong, so many people could need help, and she was supposed to hear it and fix things.

Her brother looked over at her, both ignoring the tear tracks on his cheeks and red eyes. There was no point shifting it away for a healthier look to his skin, she’d already seen him.

“Is it always going to be this scary?” He asked, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “Does it ever stop feeling like your body won’t do what you tell it to?”

Dolores knew better than to lie right now.

“I don’t know.” She responded, gently stroking his curls to soothe him.

“What if next time I forget, I-I can’t remember?” Camilo was quick to wipe away any new tears with his sleeve before they fell. He didn’t want to seem that pathetic.

“I’ll always remember who you are.” She assured, continuing when he didn’t seem convinced.

“You’re Camilo Madrigal, my baby brother, Tonitio’s best friend, first-born son to Pepa and Felix. You’re a nice boy that loves making people laugh and cares about people.” Gently, the woman took his face in her hands, stroking back his curls as he was turned to look at her.

“You are Camilo. No one can take that away from you.” She promised, her doe-like brown eyes conveying as much sympathy as she possibly could.

The air was still for a moment.

Camilo immediately launched into his sisters arms, face pressed against her shoulder as he breathed deeply. His arms wrapped around her tightly, and Dolores continued brushing her brother’s curls to comfort him.

They sat like that as the house beneath them continued on with their day. The Madrigal family was continuing to serve the town and make noise, as did the villagers, no one any wiser to the moment between the two. Dolores took some solace in Casita knowing when to stay still, as not a single floorboard jumped up to interrupt their peace.

“Come on. This room isn’t good for you right now.” She decided, glancing at the shifting mirrors. “We’ll go sit in my room until you feel better.”

Dolores stood, extending a hand. Her brother took it.

“Gracias, hermana mayor.” He smiled gently.

Dolores smiled back just as softly.

“no te preocupes, hermanito. estoy aquí.”

And she always would.

#camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #writing #Camilo Madrigal angst #siblings #encanto #fanfic #dissociation #the madrigals #warm color family

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camilos-mivida · 2 years

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The Arranged Marriage

Part Two - Her Contrary and His Assurance

Pairing with Aged-up Camilo Madrigal and Female Reader

Summary: Your bestfriend of all time, Camilo Madrigal, had signed a contract, not just any plain contract, an agreement of an arrange marriage with you, without you knowing. Not that you were against with arrange marriage, you had always seen it coming since you had turned down every suitor you'd ever had and your family were already too desperate for you to find someone to settle down so you wouldn't be alone. Although knowing Camilo, everything he did has a reason behind it. So why did he?

Warnings: Slightly(?) mentions of curse words

Check the previous and next part in this Masterlist

You still haven't processed what happened, the dinner commenced after the engagement, leaving you and your thoughts alone. You were chewing on your food thoroughly as you tried to align everything that just happened. You spared a glance to your side, seeing Camilo eating normally.....that can't can't be.

There must've been something going on inside his brain right? You spared a glance at everyone else, I can't be the only one whose mind is in a horse track right? Like as they said they had planned it for a week so what could they be thinking right now? Why is no one speaking up? Even this Carlos beside me is just munching on his empanada, speaking of empanada, let's try one.

You reached out your hand on the serving spoon of the plate, Carlos handed you the plate and you took an empanada. "Thanks"

You were about to take a bite when all of the sudden Camilo decided to talk to you.

"Y/n, I-"

You were startled causing yourself to accidentally drop the empanada on your plate that you were about to eat, and then again, you caught everyone's attention.

"Dear, are you okay? Is there something wrong with the food?" Julieta asked, concerned, her eyes looking at you and the empanada you failed to take a bite.

"Estás bien, tía. It's just the empanada is still hot, heh" You told her, taking your sight back down on the empanada and blowing it before eating it.

"It's not even hot" Carlos spoke, poking on the not hot empanada. You side glared at him as he mouthed, excuses, and smirking after.

You took your gaze away from the sore eyes and turning your head made you meet Camilo again, por amor de dios why am I sitting beside the twins, you looked over at the other side of table, seeing your siblings having fun with their foods with the other Madrigals.

The ring of the band was cold, no idea where on earth could this has been placed before your fingers but it definitely was cold. You were unconsciously staring at the ring time to time, you were admiring it? Not really sure, but sure it was unusual for you.

If you were to tell the truth, the ring really looks beautiful, with all the designs and colors, just wow, but as you said earlier, it was too much for an arrange marriage. You frowned to yourself, grabbing your spoon and fork to go back to eating and that's when you noticed you had already finished the foods without noticing it.

"Oh..."

"See that's what you get when your distracted" Carlos annoyingly whispered to you, you slightly slammed the table, "Carlos enough!" You spoke up in a whisper. Camilo glared at his twin from behind, giving him a come-on-man look.

"I-is everything fine there, cariño" Alma asked, seeing your palms still hands the table after hitting it hard.

"Sí abuela, we're fine here" Carlos spoke and faked his smile towards abuela.

"Oh, look at the time! It's already getting late, we should head home now" You told them, seeing the dark streets from the open windows.

"Oh um, dear, you're to stay here for now" Your mother said, looking at both of you and Camilo.

"What?"

"Since the two of you are engaged now, we thought that you two might wanna have some time along together" Your Abuela smiled sweetly at you while explaining.

Isn't that illegal? Or is it because we're bestfriends and nothing would be different in having a sleepover than before... although it did have difference, you were now engaged to him.

"Or if you want, Carlos could be also there for an extra company" Abuela Alma suggested, gesturing the other guy beside you.

"No, I've had enough of him for tonight, thank you" You immediately denied the offer, sending a glare to the boy beside you.

Carlos scoffed. "That's mean, cuñada"

Carlos smirked when he saw you feeling weirded out by him calling you his in-law.

"Then it's settled, we'll see you tommorow Y/n, we must head home now" Your father wiped his mouth, before standing up with your family and thanking and waving the Madrigals a goodbye.

Is being arranged marriage means you're being under control? I wasn't even given a choice if I would want to stay here...

Your family had left the casa while you were still on your sit, watching the grandkids clean up the table.

"Camilo cariño, you can now go ahead with our beloved Y/n, tu primas can handle the dishes on themselves"

"But it's Camilo's duty today" Mirabel mumbled, looking at the pile of dirty dishes.

Camilo looked at you and his abuela, "Sí abuela, gracias"

"The food was delicious Señora, thank you" You too thanked her for the delicious meal despite having engaged at the same time you were eating.

"You can call me abuela, mija, and you're very welcome too" Alma tucked your hair away from your face as she slipped her hand on your chin, moving it side to side, admiring your beauty.

Abuela distanced her hand from your features as Camilo held your hand and pulled you away from the kitchen and headed to his room.

"She'd be a great in-law right?" Abuela asked as she looked back to his other grandchildrens.

"What did just happen?" You asked as soon as Camilo closed his door, walking away from him.

"Abuela admired your face?" Camilo spoke, picking up his ruana from the floor that he threw away the last second he exited his room, and hanged it on the chair.

"No not that--well part of it but that's not what I'm asking about"

"Then what is it?"

"Camilo, you know what I mean" You scrunched your brows, sitting down on the chair infront of his vanity.

"I really just wanted the best for you, Y/n" Camilo told you, walking around and closing the windows.

"And you think it's best for me to marry you?" You spun the chair away from the mirror and turned to him.

"Isn't?" He tilted his head back at you, closing the last window.

"Why did you agree, Camilo? Why did you agree on the arrangement?" You asked him directly.

"Why not? Don't you want be married to your bestfriend?" He joked, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

"Madrigal, I'm serious" You walked towards him land stopping with both of your hands on your waist.

Díos, last name call...and she's standing really close.

"I am serious!" Camilo raised his shoulders wuth his hand, telling his truth.

"Drop the act and tell me why you agreed!"

"I'm not acting" He defended himself.

"Then why did you agree?" You asked him, again.

"You won't stop won't you?" Camilo questioned, looking up at you.

"Why the hell would I stop? This is about us!" You exclaimed and for some reasons Camilo smiled when you mentioned 'This is about us'.

"Why are you smiling?" You noticed his contagious smile and asked him about it.

Camilo shook his head as he bowed down. "Nothing"

You felt like you were pressuring him to speak the reason to you, but who wouldn't, you just wanted to know the truth and why. Although knowing Camilo for years, you knew he was a sweet soft spoken man.

You breathed out as you crouched down, placing your hand on his knees as support, his eyes met yours.

"Are you alright?" Camilo had asked you, placing his hands on top of yours.

"I would be if you answer my question" You told him, having a glimpse of your doe eyes in sight.

Well I do want nothing more than for you to be alright.

He sighed and squeezed your hand before he began to explain. "It's because they expected so much for you but you kept declining everyone and I thought that maybe if I took the arrangement then they'll stop bugging you" Camilo told you.

...Mierda that sounded so wrong.

"Th-that doesn't make any sense" You spoke once you analyzed what Camilo just said.

"What?"

"Why would you give up your chance to find your someone just for my family to stop bugging me?" You questioned him as you stood up, walking backwards, away from him.

Your untamed thoughts began to overlap each other, making you, once again fogged up. You were to spoke directly to your point before your words could eat you up. You raised your hand backwards at him, showing him the gorgeous family passed down ring.

"This? Th-this, this ring is too much for this! Too much for that reason you just said!" You cried out with your hand still in the air.

"It fits perfectly beautiful on you!" Camilo also stood as he accolades you, gesturing your left hand.

"No Camilo! No! I don't want you to give up your chance to find your own real love just because of me! Be like your parents and not mine, don't settle down with me just because you feel bad. You're lucky enough that you have the freedom to choose who you'd settle with" You spoke as your voice quivered, and eyes tearing up.

You reached your hand out to him, "Please" you pleaded for him to take the ring off your hand, you felt nothing but to feel bad, you won't let his pitying to do something that he would regret later in life.

It was heartbreaking for Camilo to see you like that, he breathed out and stared at your hand, he held it up, softly rubbing his thumb on your knuckles, he examined how beautiful his mother's ring is on you. His eyes peeked up from your hands as he pecked your soft hand instead of removing the ring.

"I'll be okay with you, mi vida" Camilo whispered as he stayed at his position with your hand on him.

You sobbed, shaking your head. "No you're not"

"What makes you think of that?" Camilo asked in his sweet-tempered, loving voice. He stood straight, now holding both of your hands.

"Because of what you just said! You're only doing this so they would leave me alone! That's cruel if I'll let you" Camilo took notice of your tear stained face and ran his thumb from where your tears were.

"That's not really what I meant, um wording delivery problem, I meant, I'd be glad to take the place of what they expected for you of finding a good and loving husband to settle down with, and plus, I could be more than just that" Camilo wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in his warm and comforting embrace.

"Are you doing this because you love me?" Your voice still trembled as you looked up on him, but it was the lasts of the anxiety you were feeling.

"Te amo tanto mi vida, I always have and will" Camilo planted a kiss on your forehead before pulling you back in his embrace.

"Come, let's lay down, my legs will collapse any second if we didn't"

What Camilo said made you laugh as you both made your ways to his bed.

Hey wait there's more! Had to cut it since this felt long already for this post! Planned to make this part angsty but was defeated by Camilo's sweet and kind nature.

If there's a part that you may think that had gone way too fast, it's because the reader was directly saying her point since if she didn't, she might be too clouded to say it.

And this is also my twentieth Encanto fiction!!! Yey!! Thank you for reading! Do correct me for my mistakes and do tell me what you think of this!!! I'll post the next half later on! Have a beautiful week! Xx

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cahmilo · 2 years

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Amidst the Divergence ㅡ camilo m.

pairing: camilo x gn reader

genre: angst no comfort songfic (시간을 달려서 - gfriend)

tags: modern au, schoolmates, implied character death

word count: 1.3K

summary: what if, there comes a time where everything finally turns out the way you wanted it to? a phase where all your dreams will come true? a world where it all fell into place? but what if..... it will come at a cost of a divergence? where your destined life leads to a parallel path, never to cross with another? what if... it never happens?

Wandering through the hallways early in the morning was not something I’d normally do but oddly enough, I wanted it to. Unlike the rest of the school days, this seemed peaceful and calm. Only a few students were here, the school garden was extra quiet, and the chirping birds made it feel more like a dream.

Maybe I should arrive at school earlier. I’m not even a morning person, but I’m starting to see why people are.

Opening my locker, I stumbled upon a yellow envelope tucked in the gaps. It seemed like a letter sealed by a chameleon sticker.

What?

It looked like it belonged to someone else, but I was proven wrong by my name, written in messy cursive at the back of the envelope. Hastily opening it, I figured it was from an admirer.

“I’m wandering around your world, still unable to approach you. Although I have feelings for you, I try my best to look elsewhere but it always leads me back to you. The more I try to reach for you, the more my body leans farther from nervousness.

Are we like parallel lines? Both reaching the same destination but never meeting? Or are we like an infinite loop, only finding the beginning to an endless future filled with nothing but happiness and joy?

It takes a long time, but I will try to find out. So, here I am, sending you messages in hopes that my heart can reach yours.”

Whoever wrote this has a way with words. Even if I’m in disbelief to have a potential admirer, I still looked forward to knowing who this person is.

For the rest of the day, you were all I thought about. Will you write back again tomorrow? Maybe there could finally be another reason to look forward to early mornings.

—

“Another letter arrived today.” Holding up the note, I showed it to my seatmate Mirabel. Out of all my friends, she seemed like she knew how to keep a secret, therefore I trusted her. “It seemed like they came early to leave it by my locker.”

Mirabel skimmed through the letter, her cheeks turning pink. “They’re a keeper, for sure. It seems like they like you a lot.” Sighing, I nodded at her.

You really were a keeper, but who exactly are you?

This gave me an idea, I should write back to you.

“Like the sunrise that welcomes you after a dark night, don’t be afraid. Our futures are uncertain so getting closer would lead to a small progress. If you want to know my answer, reach out more to me, I’ll be waiting.”

Enclosing the letter in a bunny sticker from a pack that Mirabel gave to me, I sneaked it between the gaps of my lockers, the same area where they put their letters.

I hope I can figure you out soon.

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Numerous days have passed and every single one of them brought me joy, because you always manage to cheer me up all the time. Every morning I look forward to your letters and every after class, I look forward to leaving mine for you to receive on the next day. I love how this felt like, but I wanted us to already meet. Is it too soon?

Today, however, was not the usual way you wrote to me. Instead of a long poem of words, you gave me a QR code which was weird. Using my phone to scan, it led me to a link.

Dandelions by Ruth B.

I loved that song, and finding out that you shared it to me today was blissful. A song about wishes to be with the one they want in a lifetime is exactly what I felt to you as well. I may not know who you are, but I already see through your heart.

However, was it just a mere coincidence,

That it was the same song Camilo Madrigal sang for the talent showcase today?

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I cannot stop thinking about your letter this morning.

“My love, you are my sunshine. I’m sorry it is taking too long but I promise you, we will meet soon. I’ll tell you what I want to say. I’ll tell you our story, and how it began when I caught a beautiful glimpse of you. Your smile alone shines more than the sun. My sunshine, I love your sincerity when you read my notes. From afar, I hope you know how much you made me smile, like how you do when I pour my feelings for you.”

Can we meet soon? Day by day I grow impatient, because I long to finally see you. To be able to find you, and to finally to hold your hand that has been patiently reaching me from far away.

—

Honestly, it would be distasteful to look into your plans and arrive earlier than you would.

Despite all the complaints I got from my friends about me and you taking too long, I prefer to keep it that way. I gave you space, purposefully going away from the hallway an hour before class, because I knew that was your only time to pour your heart to me. Likewise, I hope you know I mean sincerity in every letter I wrote back.

But sadly, real life doesn’t work that way.

As much as I am mad about Mirabel for snooping into your business, I forgave her. The damage is done. However, I cannot stay mad because as much as I wanted to, my feelings rushing through my veins are nothing but extreme joy and happiness.

I’m glad it's you, Camilo Madrigal.

—

The day has finally come. You finally wrote the words I wanted to hear.

“This has gone long enough. I want to reach you, to hold you, to see you. Seeing you in my dreams tormented me. The anticipation and build up I get when I hold you worsens every time I wake up and realize it was not real. I’m not quite certain if you figured out who I am but regardless, I hope you feel the same.

If you do, meet me by the river outside the school after class. I look forward to finally arriving in the same place we both dreamed of. I look forward to the fate I’ve been longing for. With all my love, I keep my promise: to wait for you there.”

—

Even when we’re trapped in time and get lost in it, we will eventually meet. Please know that I am sincere, and hurry now.

Drifting through the wind, my hair flows with grace as I paddle the long smooth road. Cherry blossoms were falling elegantly, the pink hue covering the vibrant colors of the grass. With only love and hope in my mind, I cannot wait that longer as I rode through my bicycle reaching the river where we plan to meet.

But there was something else on the back of my head. Why does this moment feel different? Like it was not what I expected it to feel like. A foreign feeling I never once felt ever.

Why is this happening?

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There you were, sitting by the bench with a bouquet of yellow flowers in your hand. Your hazel green eyes shining brightly against the sunset. Your curly hair flowing beautifully with the wind. Your freckles, looking like constellations of stars I could get lost in.

Camilo, you were stunning as ever. In your other hand held a bunch of my letters that were scattered. While waiting, you read every single one of them. Gosh, your smile is beautiful. How lucky was I to be able to catch your attention? Maybe a lot. But how lucky were you?

Promise me this, Camilo. Promise me that you won't change. Smile at me then like you do now. If time goes by and you become older, I will still hold your hand amidst the divergence.

I’m sorry you were waiting long.

Your phone buzzed, snapping you from your thoughts. You opened our class group chat and your smile faltered. Your eyes turned from bright, to glassy and watery. Dropping the flowers and the notes, you immediately broke down in tears. I hated to see this.

I’m sorry, Camilo.

I’m sure you recognize the bunny keychain in the image dangling from my bag. I’m sure you recognize the yellow letters, scattered along the pavement. I’m sure you recognize the person in the image, once warm but now cold and lifeless.

I’m sorry you had to see me like this.

I’m sorry I wasn’t able to tell you that I loved you, that I loved you like you were my miracle.

Maybe, Camilo.

Maybe we are exactly like parallel lines. Going forward for the same path, never being able to meet.

But I promise you, Camilo.

When time goes by when you’re older, When your future won’t make sense, I will still hold your hand,

Amidst the divergence.

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theromcommotel · 11 months

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I remembered that Camilo is 5'3" yesterday and I'm 5'4":3c I just wanted to know how Cami would be like with a 5'4" Reader who occasionally wears heels that make them 5'6" as well, I dunno lolol

CAMILO X READER !!

“TIP TOES” !!

prompt: camilo madrigal with 5’4 reader in heels

requested by: wonderful anon<3

warnings: fem presenting reader and she/her pronouns

“oh my, 'milo!!” you shouted, as camilo crazily spun you around at the very crowded party at the somewhat newly built casita.

“hold on, mi placer, here’s a big one!” the curly haired colombian roared as he dipped you as the two of you danced together.

“'milo..” you whispered in his ear, catching his attention.

“yes, amor?” he cooed gently, softening his light tone as he cup your cheeks, worrying that something may be wrong.

“i just wanna get out for a bit, can we go for a small walk?”

“of course, anything for you, mi querido amor”

the two of you venture outside of the casita’s walls, as you finally make it into the town, fingers intertwined and locked in, camilo stops and turns to face you.

but he realizes, your not at his eye level anymore…

he looks up at your eyes, the ones he fell in love with not too long ago, and smiled.

“i love it when you wear heels, mi sol.” camilo said, leaving sloppy kisses on your jawline.

“is that so?” you ask with a furrowed brow and chuckle.

“it’s certain, and do you know what else is certain?”

“what?”

“my love for you.”

hey hey it’s hermy!

sorry this is kinda short, i just thought since it was a small idea it’d be a small fic :)

but i hope u like it anon!!

-hermy

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!

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theweirdartust · 30 days

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, FEEL FREE TO REBLOG!

Im finally back, backgrounds take so longg and school has been crazy, so more on the comic soon(it’s been 2 months😭)

Chapter 2, page 8

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evostar · 7 days

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The designs and info of isa’s family!!

Firstly Isabela! The mother of Camilo, Antonio and Dolores!! Her life is pretty rough, she was 6 when her father was taken away from her, while witnessing everything. She had a shitty ass husband who made her family’s life a miserable, the only reason she even married him was because of Alma, and arranged marriage. She divorced him 2 years ago and now she’s happily single. Alma still pressures her in this au too but since the divorce Alma has become much more softer and lowered her standards. Before she had Dolores though she had 2 miscarriages because of her husband!

Isabela was a crazy teenager, she also had a normal sistly relationship with mirabel, sometimes she was maybe mean but she knows mirabel knew she didn’t mean it, at least she thinks that. Her life changed when mirabel disappeared, not having mirabel in her wedding or when she had her kids was the worst. Since then she made sure her family was happy so they wouldn’t wanna leave like mirabel too.

It’s true that Isabela is a protective mother and maybe strict (like asian moms) but she’s the most caring person at the same time. You would never catch her be mean to Dolores or any other little kid. She has a nickname for every family member and a flower too!

Camilo is the eldest grandkid, being more than 5 years older than the others is hard for him, he constantly needs to “be a good influence”. Instead he is the most unserious grandkid, but the funniest! Alma tried to get him arranged with many girls but he passed them since he got eyes for an other person ;) He also had a pretty rough childhood because of his father, he abused him often without Isabela knowing and he was a pretty bad trouble kid. He had a close bond with his Tia mirabel though! Many called them “the age gap twins!” Isabela never complained. Camilo is a smoker, not a badly one just the one who smokes time to time, he got the addiction from his father :\ Camilo is 100% a mama’s boy.

He is a hardworking boy, charming and caring. Yet also trouble some and annoying too, he loves it to annoy his younger siblings or cousins, which they all hate from him besides Pepa. Him and Pepa have special bond, it often reminds him of the bond of him and mirabel, he and pepa often do pranks on others together or are just being besties together. He does have a lot going on which he hates, he is called “the one who never cares” often even though it is just hard for him.

Antonio!! He is as tall as canon mirabel in this au, and a bit chubby!! Antonio is a very shy kid and barely doesn’t have any friends, besides his idiotic trio friends, Juancho-Cecilia-Alejandra! The best four group you would see in town, he loves them very much as friends. Like Camilo, Antonio has a got a bd childhood, experiencing the same abuse as Camilo got. That hit his social life a lot and has made him isolated too, his friends and family kept him up the bad weather, which he is thankful for. He got a scar at his lip because when he was very little, he was playing with a Jaguar cup and the mother jaguar approached him and attacked him, just luckily hurting his lip before Diego saved him. (That jaguar turned out to be parces mother!) he’s still pretty childish in this au which makes him adorable, Alma tries to make him get more friends or more popular but he refuses often.

He’s a deliver boy! His main chore is delivering stuff around the down, he doesn’t like it very much but it’s just what he’s got to do, he thinks his gift could be much more useful but no one will listen to him. He’s the second eldest in the family and he quiet does act like a good influence, if it wasn’t for Julieta, Julieta is confirmed to be the best one out of the grandkids. (Well by Alma to say the least.) that doesn’t stop him from still having an good relationship with her.

Dolores is also a shy kid, shy enough for her to get nervous with her family too! She’s a free child who likes music and drawing a lot. Dolores is left unattended often since she’s quiet mature her age but she doesn’t like it to be alone. Her gift ceremony was a half month ago and it’s her nightmare, Dolores hates her gift but in the other side likes it slightly too. It has its own purpose. She didn’t have a too much bad childhood like Antonio and Camilo but unlike them she was a huge daddy’s girl. If he would’ve pushed her away or screamed at her she would still come back because she actually truly loved her dad no matter what but one day when she was 3 he randomly came to her and broke her leg (the reason Isabela divorced him) which broke her heart and now that he’s gone she is heart broken often, but she has grown more attached to antonio and isabela, if you would try and find her just go to either one of them and she’s there with them!

Later on she will meet someone called “senorita maripose” who she will talk to everyday is secret. For her senorita mariposa is a goddess guard guiding her home, like in a fairy tale (at least that’s what she got told by the woman.) Dolores doesn’t have any friends besides her best friend Mariano! She gets to see him very often and she loves him more than anything (not in a love way, they’re still kids!) they do make trouble often together and he’s the one only one who knows about senorita mariposa.

Ivan….yea…don’t got to say much about him. He is not a great guy since he grew up in a weird family. He got arrested 7 years in prison for child abuse and after Isabela found out what he had done everything she destroyed him. But at least he deserved it. He did pretty bad stuff.

Any thoughts on isa’s family? ;)

#encanto #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #encanto au #encanto reversed time au #encanto oc #fuck him fr he’s shit 💔#they’re just babies ☹️#a lot of angst #abuse is not good 😡#my art

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5foot-frame · 10 months

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10 Years is a Long Time 🥲

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snakeskins-world · 6 months

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Picture Perfect...?

The Madrigals were all doing their own things today.

It had been 3 months since the Casita crashed, and the rebuild. They had all become closer than ever! Feeling like they've truly reunited properly.

Of course, they still had secrets...

Dolores, was sat in the main room, next to Mariano. Dolores was listening with excitement as Mariano spoke, his voice like music to her ears.

Camilo, was with Antonio, upstairs. They were running do the halls, Antonio was riding his Jaguar, parce, as Camilo tried to keep up.

Isabela was sat on her vine swing, decorated with new plants. She was tripping up Camilo every now an again by growing random plants.

Luisa was relaxing in a hammock, a drink in hand, her donkey-unicorn stuffie in the hammock next to her. Both laying in the sun.

Pepa was stood with Felix, both were charring by the bottom of the stairs, their conversation going unheard by the other Madrigals,

but it was clearly happy and loving, since Pepa's cheek were practically painted pink, and the sun was shining above the town, and Felix was sporting his loving, flirtatious smile at his wife, speaking to her in Spanish.

Bruno was sat in his bedroom, redecorating.

Julieta was sat outside with Agustìn, both enjoying the nice weather.

Alma was sat in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee as she read a book, a romance. But she wouldn't admit that.

And Mirabel was setting the plates for dinner.

"Mirabel, dinner isn't for a few hours yet?" Alma says, her head tilting up, her eyes going from her book to her granddaughter who had just finished setting the plates.

"Well, I like getting ready early, this way we don't spend time putting the plates out during dinner." Mirabel explains.

"And we repaired Tio Bruno's old plate! We wanna surprise him at dinner!" Mirabel smiles excitedly, her usual cheerfulness, radiating from her like light did from the sun.

"He'll love it, Nieta. How about you go play with your cousins? Or sisters?" Alma suggests, but it was more like an order.

"But I need -" Mirabel's excuse was cut short.

"No. No, I won't hear any of that, go enjoy the nice day -"

The sound of glass shattering filled the house, everyone jumped.

Pepa picked up thr photo, it was of Antonio's ceremony.

"Camilo! Antonio! You both need to be careful!" Pepa scolded her younger children, a cloud growing over her head.

"Mi Vida, look." Felix whispers, taking the picture, showing his wife. "Where's Mirabel? She isn't in the photograph."

At this, the entire family started to crowd around, peering at the picture.

"Mirabel?" Antonio asks, looking up, the entire family copied. They looked at Mirabel, who was stood at the entrance of the kitchen, her hands clasped infront of her, a nervous look on her face, as if she had done something wrong.

"Mirabel, why aren't you in the picture?" Pepa asks, her voice carried confusion and a hint of sadness.

Mirabel looked away, her fingers interlaced before her hands moved to her to her side.

"W, well, you all were really excited, a and I wasn't included, I don't have a gift, I guess you all just forgot to include me, but I get why, I mean, you need to have a gift to be a Madrigal!" Mirabel says quickly, her hands moving as she spoke, moving with her voice.

As Mirabel spoke, the look on the Madrigals' faces slowly turned to stunned sadness.

Pepa's clowd turned dark and a light drizzle started to pour down.

"M, mirabel, we forgot you?" *Julieta asked, staring at her daughter. "Why didn't you say? We could've redone it." She says. Walking up to her daughter.

"Well, you were all really happy, a and I didn't wanna be a bother, so I just...stayed quiet." Mirabel says.

"Oh Miraboo." Agustìn says lovingly and sadly, using her nickname only he could say, he hugged his daughter tightly.

"You could never be a bother. You're a part of the familia Madrigal!" He smiles, trying to lighten the mood.

"This won't do." Alma says firmly, her hands clasped together, the entire family looked up to their Matriarch, waiting for her to continue.

"Next week. We will have a party, for Mirabel's sixteenth birthday." Alma says, then looks directly at Mirabel "And Mirabel, you will be the centre of the photo." Alma says firmly but kindly, showing she genuinely meant her words. "We missed your gift ceremony, and your Quinceara. We will have to fix that."

"You really don't have to!" Mirabel tried to change their minds, but the family was already brainstorming.

"Out! The future birthday girls cannot hear the plan!" Camilo says, ushering Mirabel to the kitchen.

Mirabel chuckled. She knew her family was trying to make up for it all.

Familia Madrigal was healing. And it would take time

But they'd slowly heal the cracks.

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allthingsencanto · 2 years

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How Disney promoted Encanto: Come see Encanto! Disney’s newest fun and cute movie with amazing songs and adorable charm! It’s so cute and wholesome you’ll love it! ☺️💕

Encanto: HELP my husband got murdered right in front of me years ago and I had to raise three children on my own as well as help this huge community who now looks up to me so I can’t show any weakness or make ANY mistakes I have to be stern and pretend I’m fine so now I have to be stern on my entire family and make them go through the same! Help I’m in this magical family and everyone has a power all expect for me and I feel outcasted like I don’t belong at all and I don’t contribute to my family at all but I LOVE them and I want to help I just don’t know what to do or how to find my place I feel like a burden and feel lost! Help I’m the perfect golden child who’s been forced to be perfect my entire life and practically had NO control for this role that was picked for me and in that trauma my relationship with my sister became strained because we don’t understand one another, I think she’s in the way and she thinks I’m SO perfect when I’m not I don’t even want this! Help I’m supposed to be the STRONG one but I feel like I’m slipping down the drain, I’m so emotional and if I mess up then I’ll be a FAILURE and I can’t have that I’m supposed to be strong one even though I feel like I’m worthless if I can’t do anything I just want to help and serve my purpose but I’m so scared because EVERYONE counts on me and I don’t want to let anyone down! Help I can never feel my emotions or let them out because I have this cloud over my head so I have to keep it all in as best as I can even though there’s so much I want to express and so many things I feel but I have to restrain myself and be perfect or our house will have a hurricane! Help I’m the bad omen uncle who left my family for 10 years because everyone saw my visions as negative therefor saw ME as a negative person and I never helped anyone I love my family but I was just hurting them in the process like how I ruined my sisters wedding so I became distant with my own family until I saw my niece in a vision and since everyone sees my visions as negative, I had to leave to protect her but I never left my family because I love them I stayed in the walls for 10 years eating dinner with them every day secretly even though they stopped talking about me and never knew I was here the whole time! Help I’m only 5 years old but I feel like I’m going to let my family down I don’t know what I’m doing or how this works, will I mess up? Will I be unlike my amazing cousins and siblings? I’m so nervous! Help I was born alongside the golden child so all the attention was on her while I have to be quiet and I can literally hear EVERYTHING and she’s getting married to a man I have a crush on but I can’t say anything I have to sit back and watch it unfold no one ever asks what I WANT, they only want to know what I hear! Help I’m-

Me: OKAY STOP ENOUGH! 😭

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glendybluebird · 2 years

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"Childhood Crush" 💛💙☀️🌙

Camilo Madrigal x Luna Guerrera (Alora Luna)

If you're interested in the story, you can find it on wattpad or Ao3 called "Amarillo".

I changed a few lines so I can shorten it.

I used a simpler art style to accomplish this faster since I've been working on lots of things.

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winxanity-ii · 2 months

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⌜Tactus Mortis | Chapter 06 Chapter 06 | La luz està en⌟

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The stars hung in the night sky as if strung in the air by invisible strings. It was peaceful, with the occasional sound of crickets in the background as you walked away from

As soon as dinner was over, you immediately rushed away, unable to handle the congratulations from the many Madrigals.

Though Alma made great points as to why it should be you in charge of the ceremony, you couldn't help the small clouds of doubt that snuck into your head, telling you otherwise.

"Well, no use of stressing myself out over it. What's done is done," you told yourself, wrapping your cloak tighter around your figure.

As you walked down the dirt path to your home, the sight of a small candle flickering in the windowsill brought a smile to your face; it meant that your father was home.

You haven't seen him in a while—four months, to be exact. Your father was often away, traveling beyond the giant walls that sheltered the enchanted city from outside civilizations to trade.

Sometimes, his expeditions would last far longer than four months, so he must have decided to come back sooner rather than linger out there in the world.

With a quickened pace, you soon found yourself standing before the wooden door. Opening it, you were met with your father sitting in a chair near the crackling fireplace, staring down at something in his lap while your mother sat across from him, gently bouncing a small bundle in her arms.

At the sound of your entrance, your father looked up, a tired look on his face.

The second you blink, your mother is gone. Shaking your head, you turned to smile at your father. "Pápa, you're home."

Your father said nothing, only returning a small smile of his own before standing up to give you a hug.

As you reached your arms around him, you were able to catch a glimpse of the photograph that once held his attention before your arrival: it was a picture of your smiling mother.

"How have you been, muñequita? I haven't seen you in a while." Your father asked, pressing a loving kiss onto your forehead before releasing you to walk back over to the chair.

Following him, you set yourself down on the floor at his feet instead of the chair across from him.

"I've been okay, Pápa. The Madrigals have kept me company and well in your absence. How about you?" You stared up at him with a questioning stare, taking in his disheveled form.

"I've been great, muñequita," he responded, sending you a smile that never reached his eyes.

You wanted to argue against his answer; he looked far from great, with dark bags hanging underneath his eyes and sunken cheeks that showcased his cheekbones, but you held your tongue.

The next few moments were spent in peace as your father and you caught up with one another, the crackling of the fireplace adding to the calm atmosphere.

"So a little birdie told me that you'll have a leading role in this year's Día de Muertos. Is it true?"

You know that he knew that it was true; he just wanted to hear you admit it. "Yes, Pápa. Doña Alma made the announcement at dinner. Apparently, she thought it would be best if I'd taken control and hosted this year's ceremony because of my gift."

After listening to you give the explanation, your father held a hand to his chest, letting an exaggerated sigh leave his body. "Ah, to think, you'll be in charge of such an important event. My little girl has grown up so fast."

You suppressed an action eye roll at his dramatics: "Pápa, it's not that big of a deal."

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just so happy for you, Muñequita. I can't wait to see what you have in store. I'm sure you'll blow us all away," he said, standing up before giving your hair a small ruffle. "Well, I'm off to bed. Goodnight, muñequita."

"Pápa," you whined, moving away from his hands to pat down the now-messy strands.

He gave one more chuckle before walking away. Just as he exited the living room, he sent you one last look over his shoulder. "Your mother would be very proud of how far you've come, Y/N."

You felt a smile grow on your lips at the sincere look on your father's face as he told you this. "Goodnight, Pápa."

As soon as he was gone, you turned to watch the fireplace, knees folded to your chest.

"You know, your father's right. I am proud of you." Your head swiveled over to stare at your mother, who sat in a rocking chair, gently bouncing the small bundle held against her chest. "You've come so far."

"Thank you, Mamá," you said with a smile to the spirit.

Two years after being blessed with your gift, tragedy struck your family. Your mother, Jovena, died while prematurely giving birth to your younger brother, Arlo. Everyone in Encanto mourned for your family's losses. A mother, wife, and granddaughter were taken from this world, and a life was taken before it had the chance to live.

Your great-grandmother was so distraught by their deaths that she died a few months later, at the ripe age of 89, due to grief. Your small family had been shattered since their deaths, leaving only you and your father to try and piece it back together.

Ten years later, your father seemed to still be mourning your mother.

Despite having died, your mother still crosses the realms to watch over your father, with your great-grandmother, Francisca, coming to chat now and then. You even got visits from your paternal grandmother, Alejandra.

You were left baffled as to why your mother and paternal grandmothers were the only ones to cross over and visit, and not your maternal grandmother, Beatriz. She soon revealed that those of the Muertez lineage did not pass into the same realm as others after their deaths; instead, they were sent to a grey zone to work as helpers for the goddess of death, assisting lost souls to the afterlife as well as serving as guides for the gifted Muertezs in the living realm.

However, since the genocide of the Muertez line left you as the last one, you were assigned your mother as your guide. In the past decade, your mother has taught you a lot about your gift and what it entails.

She spoke of how each and every power gifted to the women of the Muertez line was as unique and different as a snowflake; yours was the only one that was a repeat of one from before.

Apparently, yours was a sort of anniversary gift, depicting the first-ever gift Santa Muerte had bestowed upon your family.

Getting up, your mother walked over to your seated form, crouching until you were facing one another. "My child," she sighed, gently cupping the side of your face and sending chills down your spine at the coldness that followed.

As she did this, you couldn't help but peek at the bundle in her arm; a wide pair of eyes stared right back at you, and the spirited baby's mouth pulled up into a gummy smile.

Whenever you saw Arlo's face, you felt your heart clench within your chest. Seeing him made you feel as if you were cheated by a little brother that could have been with you at this very moment, a little brother that would sleep in your arms as you sang the songs your mother sang to you as a child, but you couldn't because he wasn't truly here.

Sending Arlo a smile back, you look up into the face of your mother. "I love you, Mamá." As you spoke, the bottom of your lip trembled, your eyes misting with unshed tears. "I love you, Arlo. Goodnight."

Your mother sent a smile of your own back. "Goodnight, my child." And with that, she dispersed back to the other side with your brother in hand.

Standing up, you wiped away your tears and went to bed, preparing yourself for a new day.

Okay, let me just start off and say, I AM SO SORRY! I've been stuck so hard on writer's block and thought of lowkey scraping the whole book, but instead of doing that, I just went to write on other books, and it helped me get motivated. So once again, sorry for making you all wait for so long!

Also, I know that the chapter isn't so action-packed, but I just wanted to tie up loose ends once again. Yeah, sorry about killing off the mama and great-grandma. And your 'could have been' little brother, but oh well, I love the angst.

See you all at the next update!

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row-boats3 · 2 years

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Encantober day happened to match something in the works for “Welcome Home, Son”, so I figured why not post it??

Here we go!!

………

Camilo flinched.

Slowly, he blinked in confusion, his entire being freezing in uneasiness.

She was….

hugging him?

Why in the world was Pepa Madrigal hugging him? He’d done nothing but cause trouble that day. He had broken the rules, and couldn’t handle the punishment to the point of forcing this kind family to put up with him.

He’d taken up far too much of her time already. They had to be mad at him, he knew it, so why was she being so kind to him?

Lithe arms wrapped around his shoulders, squeezing lightly. His skin tinged with warmth at the unexpected touch.

Camilo leant into Señora Pepa’s touch despite his negative thoughts, almost automatically, letting her warmth overtake him. His frame simply longing to sink into any positive touch it could find.

One of her hands came up, gently working through his knotted hair. Rhythmically, she smoothed it down as they sat together.

They sat that way for a while, just letting the moment be, until Camilo could see the figure out of the corner of his eye. He straightened up, unsure.

………..

“Ay, it’s good to see you!” The loud, boisterous man caught his attention. Camilo had offered a small smile back, not quite able to replicate his energy.

It wasn’t long before arms were wrapped around him. This hug was different, tighter and smothering, but Camilo couldn’t find it in himself to pull away.

“Hope we haven’t driven you too crazy.” The older man joked. Camilo’s entire frame vibrated as Felix laughed, a hand resting on his shoulder.

Camilo rested himself fully into his shoulder, finally giving himself a moment to finally breathe as he trusted the man to keep him upright. A shaky breath escaped his lips, and Felix responded with a cheerful clap to his shoulder. He waited until Camilo was able to stabilize himself properly.

It had only lasted a few seconds, but the teen never wanted it to end.

Something about this couple, it just felt like home.

#camilo madrigal #encanto #antonio madrigal #ao3 author #dolores madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #found family #writing #camilo madrigal angst #encantober #hugs #Welocme Home Son

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camilos-mivida · 2 years

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The Arranged Marriage

Part Three - The Next Day

Pairing with Aged-up Camilo Madrigal and Female Reader

Check the previous and next part in this Masterlist

A brand new day shined through the Madrigal's windows, the sky was clear as the heaven, being surrounded by the lovely winged animals, hearing their melodic chirpings from a great distance. Your dreams fade away as you were waking up to your reality.

"Morning, mi vida"

Are the first words you heared today, you blinked your eyes open, the ceiling is as clear as the day outside, the room filled with a certain scent. Coming back to your other senses, you were laying against his chest as you also heared him humming while stroking your hair.

You fought so hard to keep yourself awake but the nature surrounding you might have not agree, the way you adjusted yourself made him stop from what he was doing.

"Good Morninggg" Camilo sang when you peeked your head up to see him.

"Hellooo" You sang back, smiling happily as you did.

"How was your sleep?" Camilo had asked you.

You bowed down to yawn before looking back up again. "It was fine, how about you?"

Well my arms does hurt a bit from keeping you in them, but no worries, I'm fine.

"It was great, amor" Camilo lightly smiled at you before he propped himself to the side to face you entirely.

"So, what's our plan today?"

You chuckled. "Our plan?"

"Yeah, I mean today is my last day of babysitting the townskids since they're all grown up now and so am I" He told you.

"And how are you grown up already?" You cheekily asked.

"Well..." Camilo softly grabbed your left hand, intertwining his hand with yours, and placing a delicate kiss on the back of your hand before facing it to you. "I did already place my mother's ring on the hand of my dear beloved"

"Yeah, but through an arrangement, you didn't even spoke one word when you placed this here" Camilo's smile, frowned.

"Then take it off I'll redo it sometime" Camilo told you and removed the ring on your hand.

You loudly gasped, "Well that's not a grown-up thing for you to do" you commented.

"I know...but I want to do better than the dinner scene last night" Camilo told you as he placed the ring back in his pocket.

"Don't put that there"

"Yup, you're right, don't wanna lose that ring" Camilo nervously chuckled as he placed back the ring in your hand.

"BREAKFAST!!!" Someone banged on the door.

"Carlos! Don't bang the door like that!" A scold was heared from a distance outside.

"Eh lo siento abuela"

You and Camilo let out a silent laugh as he walked to his door to open it.

"Tonta what's taking you two so long?" Carlos asked leaning on Camilo's doorframe.

"CARLOS!" Pepa yelled from the courtyard.

"Just get inside before someone would scold you again" Camilo pushed Carlos inside and made him sat on a chair.

"It's really weird to see Y/n here" Carlos spoke as he saw you braiding your hair infront of his brother's vanity.

"It's really annoying to see you here" You told him, securing your braid.

"Why would you even braid your hair? Just let it be a mess" Carlos snickered, hiding his face.

"Permission to hit your brother?" You asked as you turned to Camilo who was buttoning up his shirt.

Camilo rolled his eyes, tired of his brother's annoying nature. "You don't have ask, mi vida, you could throw a boulder at mi hermano and I wouldn't be mad at you"

"Hey! That's not ni- AHH" Carlos screamed as you threw the nearest thing infront of you.

"Ay, mi vida, I know I said you could throw anything at him but not my hair brush, por favor, I won't lose my precious hairbrush because of that idiota" Camilo walked over his brother and picked up his hairbrush.

"Oops, sorry, if only I knew that you would also be part of my day in everyday, I wouldn't have agreed to that arrangement" You told Carlos who was rubbing his head.

"I'll miss you, Camilo" Cecilia hugged Camilo tightly as she was crying.

"I'll miss you too Ceci, but hey, we could still see each other in town right? Or when a celebration would happen in mi casa" Camilo asked while rubbing the little girl's back.

Cecilia sobs uncontrollably, wiping her own tears away. "I-I g-guess you're right"

"Ceci! Tía Felicia is calling us! Let's go!" Alejandra called her friend.

Ceci wiped her tears, "Oh yeah, I remember! I have to go now! Bye Camilo y Y/n!" Ceci said her goodbyes but before she took the next step, Camilo called her.

"Ceci!"

"Sí?"

"Wanna do the last swing with me?" Camilo asked the little girl, seeing her brightly smile at Camilo's invite. "YES!"

"Heh, mi vida, a little help with this" Camilo asked as the little girl handed her hand to you to hold.

Ceci giggled all the time she was being swung, she was feeling like a kid again like you and Camilo were also feeling at the same time.

"Can I be your flower girl?" Cecilia asked before she entered the house.

"What sweetie?" You asked, a smile gracing on your face in doing.

"Can I be your flower girl!" She excitedly cheered, looking at the both grown ups infront of her.

"Well, you are a very great friend of mi amor and you were kind to me, so I don't think why I won't agree you! What do you think?" You stood beside the girl with your hand on her shoulders.

Camilo playfully raised his brows up and down making Cecilia entertained and laughing. Cecilia pulled the both of you closer together and hugged you both.

"Graciaaas! Te amo! Te amo! Te amooo!" Cecilia squeezed you two in happiness before bidding her goodbyes.

"..Are you okay?" Camilo asked you.

"Oh, yeah why?" You were lost in your thoughts, staring in to the wide lake.

"Y-you seemed so to be lost in your thoughts? Is something bothering you? You have been staring at the lake for a while now..." He worriedly asked.

"No te preocupes, I'm really not thinking of anything...well maybe I am now" You responded to him with your head down, fiddling on your skirt.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You stared at his dreamy eyes, debating whether to tell him or not what's on your mind.

"Are you still having doubts?" Camilo asked while being stared at.

"I don't know how I feel about this, do you even want this?" You questioned him.

"W-what?" Camilo stuttered in the sudden question.

"It feels like we're still young for this and yet there are a lot of adventures ahead of us" You shrugged and stared at your shoes after you stretched them out.

"If you won't mind, I'd like to share my experiences with you" Camilo told you with a hopeful smile.

"Do you really like me?"

"I could never not"

Camilo honestly have a way with words, charming in every way that you could think of, there grows a loving smile on your features, made by him that soon appeared on his features too.

"Oh stop it" You turned to the other side an hid your flustered face.

"Ayayay wanna try Señora Felicia's new pastries?" Camilo asked, inviting you.

You gasped. "You didn't need to ask that! Let's go!" You stood up and grabbed his hand, dragging him away with you.

You were at Felicia's Bakery with Camilo when someone was stalking you watching you from a distance. He scoffed.

"Really Y/n? A Madrigal? As if he would be any different than the previous ones" He smirked, walking back, preparing for his next-

And scene! Yeah no, I'm not gonna spoil anything here now bye bye! Probably my shortest part compared to the previous ones. Thank you for reading this and do correct me for my mistakes and do tell me what you think of this! I appreciate all your comments and reactions! Once again thank you and have a beautiful week! Xx

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Pompeii Part 4: happy birthday

Summary: Carlos goes through more pain with having to continue his life but what if doing so allows him to gain some happiness again?

Genre: Angst and fluff

Notes: Pompeii Part 4! not really proof read so may be grammar mistakes

Warnings: ANGSTY, MENTIONS OF DEATH, YELLING, CRYING

check out Ducky's first parts pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3

As the month dragged by, Carlos wasn't the same anymore. Every night Carlos would cry himself to sleep at the thought of getting older without his triplets. And with the rebuild of Casita, it made him feel even worse. He couldn’t bring himself to go back to the place that killed both of you. So he never helped rebuild Casita; instead, he would go back to the river every day.

Every time he visited he would bring some of your’s and Camilo’s favorite food because he knew how mad you would be at him for not taking care of himself. During his time he would enjoy the peace of the quiet and only imagine what you guys would have been up to by now, maybe you would have confessed to your crush you told him about a year ago. Or imagine how many fights would end up with a cactus in Camilo cause he pissed off Isabela. Maybe you all would have ganged up against your older sister to make fun and park her new boyfriend. Oh right…yall never say that. Damn. You guys had missed so much in life so far, Carlos can't even bring himself to think of what else you guys would as well. By the time the sun set he would trench back to the house that some villagers were letting his family stay in.

He arrived back in time for dinner. Once again he just ate his dinner in silence while everyone else was chatting away. He was about to excuse himself when his abuela said something.

“Family, we are all grateful for the help to rebuild our lovely Casita. Tomorrow we shall finally be able to move back in, so tonight please gather up all your stuff so we are ready to move.”

By the end of dinner Carlos dragged himself back into the room he was staying in. He didn't want to leave yet. Not that he liked this place no, he just didn't want to go back to the same place he lost his meaning to live. The place where the lives of triplets were lost. He didnt even wanna walk near there, let alone live there. But he had no choice, no matter how hard he wanted to avoid this time.

Thankfully he didn't have much to pack anyway, it only took him about an hour. He only had one last thing to pack tho. There he looked at the photo frame that was faced down on his night stand. With a shaking hand he hesitantly lifted it up to reveal a photo of you three on your thirteenth birthday. All of you laughing together while cake smeared all over y’all cause Carlos decided to start a cake fight.

He choked. He remembered all the fun birthdays shared and didn't realize that last year was gonna be the last ever time.

“Hermano wake up, we get to go back to Casita today!” and enthusiastic Antonio squeaked.

Carlos weakly opened his eyes that were glue shut from the tears that poured last night.

“Calmate im getting up”

When he got up body was sore. He had slept all night in the same position clenching onto the photo of you three close to his chest.

Everyone was standing around the path to casita while mirabel was holding a custom doorknob just for her

“I see me..all of me” she said with tears in her eyes

Once she placed the doorknob in magic spread all throughout the house and bringing it back to life, literally.

Everyone started flooding through the doors bringing back the atmosphere of their once beloved home. But Carlos didn't budge. He stood there staring at the house which he dreaded going back into. A pain started to fill every cavity of his chest just remembering that sight he saw of his siblings. When all of a sudden a hand was placed on his shoulder.

“ It hurts me as well, but we both know that they would want us to go in, no matter how much of chickens they would be acting right now,” Dolores said, causing a low chuckle from Carlos.

She reached her hand out for him to grab. Slowly he held on to his big sister's hand as he was about to do one of the most painful things in his life, going back to that dreaded place.

As they both walked through the door side by side he tried hard to stay strong and put on a brave face. Once he stepped in he was flooded by amazing memories he had with you two

“ Hey Stupid what would happen if we started spinning you in the hammock?” an 11 year old Carlos exclaimed to his brother.

“Only one way to find out!” a young and very stupid Camilo agreed.

Flash forward to within 5 minutes with Camilo in a hammock wearing a helmet and holding onto the sides of it for dear life, and on the other side Carlos on the end of the hammock ready to spin him.

“What are you doing now?!” came in young y/n holding an empanada you just got from your tia.

“ About to see what happens to milo if we spin him in the hammock”

“I’ve got a helmet!” he interrupted.

“Yes he has a helmet. So you gonna help us or not”

“Fineeee” young you had said while stuffing the rest of your empanada in your mouth so you could help them.

“ ha remember that time we convinced Camilo to go into the hammock and spin him around” he said to his sister, remembering the memory

“ isn’t it the time he flung out and you guys had tia keep it a secret from mama cause you both knew you’d get in trouble”

“Haha yeah…it was fun”

Dolores had a smile escape from her seeing him laugh and remember the good times they all had together.

It has been a month now since they’ve moved back in. Almost everyone had gotten comfy again and settled back in. All but Carlos. Ever since they came back he hasn't opened his door. He didn’t want his powers back, it would only pain him to remember his matching gift with his triplets. And not seeing your guys' doors near his anymore hurts like hell. So instead he has been sleeping in Antonio’s room since Pepa wont let him sleep on the couch downstairs all by himself.

At dinner tonight something seemed off. Everyone's chatter sort of seemed a bit forced like they were all trying to hold something in. You can clearly tell in Mirabel’s face that she couldn’t keep straight. All of the sudden it seemed like Pepa had gotten the courage to speak.

“Carlos it’s your birthday tomorrow, would you like anything?” she asked with hesitation.

“ …I don't want to celebrate,” he said, holding back his tears. He had lost all track of time that he didn’t even notice it was almost his birthday. His birthday…no. It should have been an our birthday instead. He should have celebrated it alongside both of you. Now that he realizes it it was always you and Milo who made a bigger deal out of your guys birthday. All week he would have heard about it. All planning what gifts you wanted to get or who won the vote of the cake flavor this year. But none of it was gonna happen

With this he excused himself from the table and headed up to his room. While he was there he looked at the photo frame that was faced down on his night stand. With a shaking hand he hesitantly lifted it up to reveal a photo of you three on your thirteenth birthday. All of you laughing together while cake smeared all over you all cause Carlos decided to start a cake fight.

He choked. He remembered all the fun birthdays shared and didn't realize that last year was gonna be the last ever time.

“Happy birthday!” Carlos heard while being licked in the face by Antonio’s jaguar. What an amazing wake up call.

“Alright Alright i’m awake” he said half awake.

After he had gotten up and ready for the day he and Antonio headed down for breakfast.

When they got downstairs you could tell that the atmosphere felt a bit weird.

“Happy Birthday mijo” Felix calmly said to his son while placing a hand on his back.

“Gracias papa”

“ I miss them greatly as well, but we'll get through this together.”

“Carlos glanced over, giving him a slight smile for the kind gesture.

It was now a bit later in the day. Carlos was waiting for his tia to finish making some food for him to take for today.

During his aimless walk around he ended up going up upstairs. Walking along the edge he held his arm out to let his fingers sweep by the railing. He just did many aimless laps around, only moving to not run into plants. Yet during all this he didnt think a thing. His mind was just blank.

During lap who knows what, while he was walking he didn't pay attention and tipped over a small vase.

Doing this made him snap out of his trance. Quickly picking up the mess he made he finally realized where he was. There in front of him was his unopened door. He paused his cleaning and just stared at it.

“We both know you should open it”

A whisper voice appeared out of nowhere, scaring the hell out of him.

“AHHH! DOLORES WHAT DA HELL?!”

“Lo siento hermano”

“...maybe your right”

“ que?”

“ I mean those losers would have wanted me to open it by now right?”

“Agreed”

“Should I…?”

“It’s your decision”

Upon hearing this Carlos closed his eyes and took a deep breath. With fear in his eyes he looked at the doorknob. He took small slow steps towards the door and once he reached it his breathing hitched. Raising his hand upwards to grip the doorknob. When his hand was hovering over it he froze. Is he really gonna do this? How will he live with himself? But it’s what they would want right? But it still wouldn’t be the same? The more questions he wondered the fear was more evident on his face then over. Looking over his shoulder to glance at his sister she gave a resuring headnod that it’s okay. With this he finally lowered his hand and gripped on the doorknob. But nothing happened. The door was still blank. Confusion started to rise

“Did it work?”

“I don't know let me give it a try”

He tried to transform into anyone…but his appearance stayed the same.

“Wh-what’s happening?” a distressed Carlos asked

“I-i don't know!” said an equally confused Dolores

Carlos held up both of his hands, they were shaking crazy. His eyes darted all around trying to unscramble the mess in his brain. He looked up to meet the eyes of his sister, his lip trembling.

“CARLOS YOUR FOOD IS READY!” yelled his tia from the kitchen

“...I have to go”

With this he ran down stairs and swiftly grabbed the basket off the counter and ran. He didn’t know where he was running, he just let his feet guide him.

Finally when his feet stopped he looked up to see where he was. He had ran all the way to your guys’ graves. He hasn’t visited here ever since where you guys were buried, it pained him to come here again. Upon closer look he realized that the ruanas he placed on the grave stones were gone

“ No, no where did they go?!” he yeld while holding back a sob stuck in his throat.

He collapsed to the floor gripping his ruana near his chest. A pain unimaginable was in his heart. How much more could this day pain him? He sat there balling his eyes out. All the pain that had been building up from today was being released.

“ hey loser you don't look good crying” said a familiar voice

Carlos shot his head up to see who was talking. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot from the violent sobs. When he looked up he saw a sight he missed all too well.

“Ca-camilo…?”

“Yup! I would say in the flesh but umm yeahhh”

“How are you-where’s y/n?!”

“Over here dumbass”

Carlos shot his head back to see the sight of his sibling standing there. Oh god how much he missed it

“Wait how are you guys-”

“Well, if you would have been smart, I believe you got a new gift. Oh, and we never got the chance to thank you for our ruanas, it was getting cold.” you said.

“Ha your welcome then”

" Now you have to catch us up on everything though"

That was his new gift, being able to talk to the dead. Maybe his gift was still connected to his siblings in the end after all…

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