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Oh. My. Gosh. Can we get more of the Body Swap AU? I gotta know who else is swapped. My guess so far, Mirabel is Antonio and Julieta is Alma because I like the idea of everyone swapping and we all know Alma likes to pretend everything is fine so obviously she'd pretend to be whoever she body swapped with. A fun idea would be if everyone was swapped based on their favorite person, Luisa's favorite is Mirabel, Mirabel's favorite is Antonio, and Alma favoring Julieta isn't surprising at all. In that case, Pepa and Julieta would be their husbands, Bruno would be Pepa (wedding fiasco aside I like to think they are quite close due to both having less than ideal gifts), Agustin would be Luisa, Felix would be Dolores, Isabela would be Alma, Dolores would be Isabela, Camilo would be Bruno, and Antonio would be Camilo. Oh the chaos that would ensue, imagine, Dolores finally getting out of Isabela's shadow by getting to BE Isabela, and poor Mariano would be so confused why his ex that admitted she never loved him is now giving him goo goo eyes, Felix deciding to be an overprotective dad and testing Mariano by doing weird things as Dolores to see if he'll still love her, Isabela getting shoved into the leader position and trying to maintain her sanity and keep the town from falling apart, Camilo being the most dramatic creepy prophet he can be while Bruno cringes in the background with a cloud over his head, poor Agustin being ten times as clumsy due to his new size, Mirabel relishing in the fact that she has a gift and absolutely using Antonio's cuteness to her advantage, Pepa finally being free to express her emotions without her gift, her and Julieta taking turns staring at the mirror because dang are their husbands good looking, Alma taking over Julieta's job as healer and experiencing first hand all the work her daughter does and all the stupid and minor injuries people go to her stand for. The possibilities are endless.
Sure, why not? Let’s make this a full AU!
Yes, everyone (minus the husbands as they aren’t linked to the miracle) is swapped but I’m afraid your guesses are mostly wrong. But the favourite idea is fairly right.
Luisa obviously being Mirabel, both favourite sister and person in the family.
Mirabel woke up as Dolores (her favourite cousin), in bed with Mariano, and as you can imagine, completely freaked out. Probably burst her eardrums. So that’s what she’s been to up to while Luisa does whatever she’s doing.
Bruno is Antonio (his favourite of the nieces and nephews). He was very spooked. He had his suspicions, but Luisa showing up confirmed that something had definitely happened, seeing how she clearly wasn’t Mirabel and addressed him as Antonio.
Alma is Bruno (her favourite child) and is going to have a day in his shoes. She’s going to throw hands with some rude townspeople later who still treat Bruno like a bad person.
Dolores is Julieta (her favourite of the aunt/uncles), who has realised but because of her love for being right, is just going along with it. Can’t risk being wrong. She also woke from the sound of “Antonio” crying.
Camilo is Pepa (his favourite person). He initially thinks this will be breeze and isn’t as worried/scared as the others, but slowly comes to the realisation that his mother isn’t treated with the same respect he gives her by everyone else.
Isabela, plot twist, is Luisa. She’s a little embarrassed by it and claims she is only Luisa because Luisa got to be Mirabel. In actuality, she’s very pleased. Think of all the chaos she could cause—
Pepa is Isabela (her favourite niece). She will also be throwing hands later at rude-ass men who can’t accept the fact that Isabela is a lesbian.
Antonio is Camilo (his favourite sibling and babysitter). You did get that one right! He doesn’t really have much angst going on, he just has a fun day as his older brother and enjoys getting to be grown up for a bit.
And lastly, Julieta is Alma. She does try to pretend that everything is fine. She proves to not be the best matriarch, she does more mothering of the council than actually leading the town.
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saw you were taking encanto requests so i wanted to pitch in and ask for something that includes all the grandkids, who decide to kidnap adopt a girl just a few months younger than camilo and mirabel. they do this upon learning that her family is neglectful and she’s never known love. so they treat her like a beloved little sister, perhaps living out their fantasies of having a sweet baby sis.
YANDERE MADRIGAL FAMILY X READER
I’m sorry this is so late- literally forgot to post it💀
It was Antonio’s door ceremony , the village was lively with color, flowers bloomed at every green patch of grass, the members of la familia madrigal could be seen happily buzzing around the village, happy to accept any congraduations from the citizens. You were stuck in the shop all day, selling old items from way before you were born. Your parents of course, we’re off celebrating the new induction to the small boy named Antonio, leaving you to deal with everything, yet again.
You knew you should be happy, today marks a new day of flourishment for the village, but you just can’t seem to swipe that scoul from your features. Sure, you’d made very good friends with the madrigals, they were your best customers, Luisa often came in your shop to speak with you, Camilo would disguise himself every time, but you always knew it was him, and Isabela… she thought this place was too dirty, so she had taken you on somewhat of a date to the flower fields. Abuela had come in once or twice, didn’t buy anything, but spoke with you for a brief few minutes. The madrigal family was lived across the board, they were the reason that you were even alive today, but still, you couldn’t be happy for them. It was selfish. But it was true.
They were lively people, and they treated you like a a little sister or a daughter, but everytime you go to one of these ceremonies, every time you see mirabel and her mama in the plaza, you are just reminded of everything you’re missing in life. They have love, they are close knit. Someone would know if they go missing, or if they are found hung from the ceiling, someone will care for them. They know that no one will just forget them and go on with their lives. It always just sparked endless jealousy in you whenever you saw them smiling together, laughing together. And then they unknowingly rub it in by inviting you to their family dinners, by having sleepovers in Isabella’s room, or being hugged by Luisa. It was like they were just trying to prove how much you didn’t fit in.
You wish you had an Abuela that cared about your family, or a mama who would hold you close and comfort you when upset, or a papa who bragged about your accomplishments to others.
Especially now, as you stood in the crowd of people, watching at the golden family ascended the stairs of la casita. everyone around was cheerful, wearing the best of their best outfits, dancing and singing, just awaiting the reveal of Antonio’s room. You were a stark contrast to the general tone of the room, you had hoped that tonight maybe your parents would spend time with you, but they left yoh in a corner the second they left. You know, it’s sad and stupid to be mopey for no reason, but you couldn’t help but set a sad mood. It showed through your features too, a sad scowl and droopy eyes displayed on your face, you didn’t talk to anyone. Not even Isabella when she tried to feed you some of the arepas from the snacks. You didn’t realize that the entire madrigal family was solely focused on you, even Antonio was worried. Why were you sad? A fiesta is meant for smiles and flowers and madrigal weirdness, not a sad child longing for attention.
While in your daze, longingly staring at the family, you failed to notice the putter patter of la casita trying to speak, that was until it tapped at your foot. The tiles under your two feet moved around, fluttering and twisting until you snapped out of whatever trance you were in. You tilted your head down with a sorrowful smile at the times, which had now rearranged themselves into a smiley face.
“Hi, casita.” You said no more words than that, and it seemed to understand, leaving you along for a few seconds, before scuffling back with one of the pretty red roses isabela had grown. Of course la casita thought it would help you, being a smile yo your face, but instead it just furthered your sorrow, oh great! Isabel’s flowers that you would never be able to grow even if you had a green thumb! Wonderful! Your frown deepened.
“I really just- I don’t want to do this right now. Can I be alone. Please” you talked to the floor like a madwoman, but the tiles hook left to right, almost as if to say no. You let out a sigh, and continued to drone out the rest of the world, now solely focusing on the tiles, and the house that oh so desperately wants to make our happy. So it left, again, just for a few seconds. Only to come back again, this time in the shape of an arrow, pointing towards the set of stairs behind a wall, almost hidden.
“Oh? What? Do you want me to follow?” The tiles shooks up and down, and your questioned it for a solid moment, looking back at the family and the party, it probably wasn’t respectful to just run around someone’s house, before remembering that this is why you’re sad “oh damn it all, what have I got to lose?” You huffed, and followed the arrow.
You remained silent at the rest of the travel through the home, step by step, la casita placed pillows behind you as if it expected you to fall, you didn’t notice of course, too focused on how the tiles seemed to glow more and more as you followed them. You walked up and up and up until you reached the top, and heaved yourself past the hallway too. You’d never seen this part of the house, maybe they just kept it hidden from everyone else. But it was beautiful, flowers were painted along the borders of the walls, and vines hung from the ceiling with roses and lights attached to them, you smiled at the sight. How pretty. La casita seemed happy at the soft upturn of your lips, yet it wasn’t done. It shook the wall in front of you, sending the wood creaking and squeaking. Your brows furrowed at the sight, is this all it wanted to lead you to? A wall?
You pressed your hand flat against the wall, softly huffing, all at once you seemed to remeber that sorrow, that anger at your own parents, yoh were just trying to distract with stupid games with some stupid house, a stupid house that you’d stared at every time you passed, a stupid house that you lingered by, a house that was filled with curiosity and joy, but now just felt sorrowful. You placed your forehead against the wAll, closing your eyes and attempting to stop yourself from letting your tears run free. Yet one still rolled down your cheek.
“Y/n! I was wondering when this would happen.” You heard a voice behind you speak up, but you didn’t move, too flustered to care that someone was experience you crying. After a few seconds you could recognize that voice as Camilla, gone was that playful tone, he seemed utterly worried, you could hear it in how worry and frantic ness was laced in his tone. When you had finally pried your eyes open, finally reigned your emotions in enough to not start sobbing, you were met with a shocking sight
A glowing door in place of the wall, reading “y/‘ madrigal”.
“C-Camilo? What?” You questioned, backing o from the door the second you spotted it, you did nothing but hit Camilla chest, and he gripped your shoulder, keeping you in place and pushing you towards it.
“It’s okay- it’s okay. Just open it” he gushed, shoving you forward gently until you stumbled to the door, your initials were engraved on the doorknob. It was pretty, but it didn’t feel real. Why would this be happening, maybe this is a dream. You stared at the door skeptically, and reached your hand out, skeptically, but before you did anything (also skeptically) your attention was drawn to a voice.
“But today isn’t just a day for antoñio, we have someone special, someone new!” You were able to recognized the voice as Abuelas, seconds after the announcement, there was a bright spotlight on you, and you brought your hand away from the door to shield your eyes.
“Dear y/n has been bruised, neglected, and hated for all of her life. Pobre pequeña Bebe. We’re giving her a new life! A new chance to be loved!” Abuela announced and splayed her arms out, her demanding voice sparked motivation in the eyes of the citizens. They all stared at you in pure awe for a few moments, then the crowd erupted in cheers, screaming for you. It’s not like it wasn’t obvious how miserable you were, they see Bruno more than you, and they don’t even talk about him!
Now you were utterly confused, if you refused this, and went down the stairs, then you would be either seen as 1. A coward, or 2. A sign of bad luck on the village, it would weaken the magic. But if you said yes, then… we’ll you don’t know what’s gonna happen. The cheers of the drunken adults and hyper children VILLE dyour head, and you did nothing but freeze. It wasn’t until a warm hand pressed on your shoulder that you snapped out of it, you spun around to meet the living gaze of mirabel and Camilo, along with Luisa. They stared at you for a few good long moments before Luisa spoke up.
“Open the door, la casita is never wrong, it knows what you want cariña, just open it” she softly spoke, which was odd because there was nothing soft about this woman. She looked her hands under your arms and placed you back in front of the door, which you continued to stare at. Her hand rested at the small of your back, almost threatening that it would help you open it if you didn’t do it yourself.
So, yoh reluctantly raised your hand to the doorknob, and twisted it. The second you did the door swung open completely. Revealing… a room. Your room. Well, your NEW room. It was calm, peaceful, it somehow appeared to have no curling, like the cielimg was the night sky full of stars. Bells hung from nonexistent hooks and they jungles as cool wind blew by. A bed was centered in the middle of the room, huge and white, with small stuffed animals scattered about.
The cheers behind the door became louder for a moment, but were completely shut out when the three young teens came into the room behind her. You flew around to meet their gazes, about to be extremely angry with them, but… isn’t this what you had wanted in the end? To be part of the family, to get rid of your jealousy?
“I-I don’t understand”
“It’s okay honey- you don’t have to understand, just let us take care of you, let us give you the love you never got” Luisa smiled and picked you up gently, for someone so broad and menacing her touch sure is comforting. You weren’t that much younger than her really, although you were the same age as mirabel, it felt odd to be called “honey”, either because it was coming from her, or you’d never felt that before.
“This… is crazy. Absolutely loca” you huffed out, more to yourself than anyone elsestaring around at the peaceful room. Mirabel couldn’t help but smile at your amazement, she couldn’t blame you for being so cute, but sometimes it distracted her. You were absolutely adorable. She made her way around to you while the other two stared at you with love, pulling you towards the bed, and closer to her, she remarked:
“You know, I’ve always wanted a baby sister, I’m the youngest so it’s only natural. This is so amazing! I finally get to have you!” She smiled and tugged you close, wrapping her arms fully around you, and pulling your head into her chest. You stiffened at the touch, unsure what to do with your own hands. Do you hug back or stand still? Or do you wrap your arms around too? What do you do what do you do what do you do what do you do.
“It’s okay. Those terrible parents of yours never taught you how to be lived, but you’ll get used to it. Just let yourself relax cariña, we’ll take care of the rest. No one will bother you while you’re here” Camilo remarked, now at mirabels side, he stroked your head and grabbed one of your hands to wrap around the girls waist. at the mention of your parents you perked up, in the midst of all this chaos you’d forgotten about them! Holy crap they totally saw you being admitted or whatever into this family! Oh they’re gonna be so pissed with you.
“I’m sorry camilo. B-But I can’t stay here, I can’t be part of this family. I’m not part of this family. I have parents, and even if they don’t treat me like… like this, I love them” at that their bright smiles dropped, you didn’t even notice it, but it was like a light switch turned off behind their eyes, and now all that was left was a dark, creepy look. Camilo brought his finger to your mouth to shush you, feigning hurt the entire way through.
“Love is only real if it’s mutual. We love you, and we all know you love us. You don’t have to be scared of them anymore. I’ll- we’ll protect you” his finger stayed on your lips as he said this, a menacing smile plastered across his face. Somethings wrong here. You just couldn’t place what. Of course they knew that your parents probably would be upset that you are part of them now, that is if they were alive, if they weren’t being turned into mush by isabelas flowers at the moment.
“I know but- I just have to work and they’ll be mad if I can’t an-“
“Hush, you’re too small to work, just let us all take care of you. The village doesn’t have any objections, they love you as much as we do. Just let us have you okay? Well keep you safe! Well love you” mirabel piped in, now taking her own turn in shushing your, it was quite odd how she called you little, when in reality you were only a few months younger than her, and maybe a few inches shorter. Huh. Weird.
“But-“
“I said stop. You aren’t going back. They’re gone, they left the second you became one of us, they don’t care” Luisa spoke for the first time again, her words shut you up right away. It made you sink into murabels chest, it made tears cloud up in your eyes as you failed at keeping them in. It made your heart beat faster. Would they- could they even do that to you? Why?
“Oh.” You spoke, and as Luisa stroked your back, Camilo held your hands and kissed them, and mirabel hugged you, all on top of a big fluffy bed. All of your tears and pain seeped out, and you cried into them. All of the sadness built up over the years of neglect, of never feeling enough, of jealousy, all that rage channeled at your biological family for never even trying to be good. It flowed freely out of your body in the form of tears, Luisa held you close as you cried, completely unbothered. Sympathy showed on all three of their faces. Yet they kept checking at the door, maybe for Abuela, or one of the parents.
They didn’t mind sitting like this, sitting with you, for a while though. It was nice to comfort you.
After all
You are their true baby sister
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Have we moved past the encanto phase?:
Absolutely not
Should we have by now?:
Yes
But will we?:
N o
sorry that this is so crappy, I just wanted to get something out- tell me if you hate it!
I really appreciate comments, good or bad!
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Got any Encanto unpopular opinions that you’d like to share? 🙈
No, damn it, but since you want to draw me out, here I go 😭😭😭:
(Also, if I get proven wrong on any of these, I'll fully accept the L 😫)
Starting off with my staple, I don't think Isabela and Dolores are true besties. I think they're close, but not besties, at least not at the time the movie was taking place, but maybe when they were younger.
In the same vein, I have the exact same feelings about Mirabel and Camilo, except I think they'd be less close than Isabela and Dolores.
I don't think Mariano was intended to come across as unintelligent as the fandom has made him out to be. I feel like everyone took Mirabel name-calling him a "big dumb hunk" wayyy too literally, but the creators are probably gonna run with the fandom take now.
And I think his poems and songs would be good. This is meta but Maluma (Mariano's VA) started out songwriting because he wrote ghost-wrote love poems for his friends to impress gyaldem and it worked, and then he went on to become a global popstar (purr). Disney has based little details off of the VAs in the past so... 🧐 Like, put some respect on my man's name, he may be stupid in love but he can write a banger for sure
I think Bruno - rightly - grew a bit bitter towards the Encantownies for always blaming him for everything.
I don't think Dolores knew for sure that Bruno was still in Casita, just had a suspicion (because, as well, who tf would guess they have secret corridors and rooms in the walls of their house?)
This one is a bet, but I'm a gambling gyal: I don't think Isabela will be able to grow fruit and veg post-rebuild 😬 (not that I know of some scientific difference, I just don't think that's the metaphor)
I think Camilo's VA might get recast if they do a series instead of a sequel 💀 Love Rhenzy but I get the vibe that it was just a bag and a cool opportunity to him but not something he's invested in
I don't think Antonio would go vegetarian or vegan or anything like that, I think he becomes really mature to the madness within the animal kingdom so a lot of stuff wouldn't bother him as much as it would other people.
I don't think Dolores' power is as bad or overwhelming for her as the fandom makes it out to be. She looked fine with the fireworks, all she did was cover her ears, but was still smiling and enjoying herself. Fireworks are LOUD, I even cover my sub-par ears for fireworks, christmas crackers, party poppers, etc. Ole girl is fine, especially considering her gift.
I don't think the family were that tight before the house crumbled. I think they were mostly wrapped up with their own shit cause when I think of 'dysfunctional family that lives in the same house', I think of the drama series, Greenleaf. If you've never watched, it's basically pure unadulterated mess, secrets, lies and drama. Sure the family have their moments, their bonds, but in general everyone's got their own bs to deal with. So, whilst, of course they do a lot together, (and it's a Disney family so it won't be as intense) I feel like they don't really pour their hearts out and support each other in a very genuine way until they start working on changing the family dynamics when they rebuild Casita.
Okay, that's all the hot takes that I could think of for now...
#encanto unpopular opinions#encanto headcanons#encanto#dolores madrigal#isabela madrigal#camilo madrigal#mariano guzman#antonio madrigal#bruno madrigal#shui meta
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I read a really sweet snippet someone wrote of Pepa being insecure and Felix just listing off all the things he loves about her...
And now I want a snippet where Felix gets insecure for once and Pepa is immediately there with an entire composition notebook full of things she loves about him.
FUCK YEAH FÉLIX SUPPORT IN THIS BITCH. LET'S GO.
Félix whistled a bit as he made his way back home. Félix was the one who usually went for the groceries, and he always got something for his precious wife while he was out. A fancy box of chocolates this time, and even a piece of this 'baklava' stuff that he's recently fallen in love with. He felt something hit his foot, knocking him out of the daydream of his family. It was a ball. A few young men looked at him, nodding in his direction.
"Oye- kick it over!"
He gave it a good kick over to them, and after one guy passed it to his buddy, he nodded towards him.
"Gracias, el viejo!"
Old man. He was used to hearing that from his kids (okay from Camilo), but to get that from a group of young, sorta studly guys? It sorta...rubbed him the wrong way. He shook his head, trying not to think about it, and just kept going. He was close to the house, when a man pushing an ice cream cart (they were pretty popular in summer) stopped him.
"Hey, Félix! I saved a nieve for Pepa, you mind giving it to her?"
"Oh uh...sure."
He accepted a pretty big container of triple chocolate ice cream, with the man putting it in the bag for him.
"Tell Pepa to have a good one. She's a BEAUTIFUL woman."
Félix gave him a look over, and this guy was fairly young. Handsome too. Why did that...bug him?
"Uh. Thanks. I'll tell her that."
"Seriously. Whoever she married was a lucky, lucky man."
"That's me. I'm her husband."
The man raised a brow, looking him up and down.
"Really? Thought you were her uncle or something. You look older than I thought. Anyhow, have a nice one!"
He watched the man as he walked away. He remembered back then, they always said he was a perfect man for her. Now...no one could believe it. He scowled on his way to the Casita, faking a smile as Camilo grabbed his pan, as Dolores grabbed her gummy snacks, and as he set Antonio's animal crackers in the kitchen cabinets.
"Félix? Estás aquí?"
He didn't meet Pepa's eyes as he put stuff away. He didn't want Pepa to look at him. Not right now.
"Si mi vida. I'm just putting stuff away. I got you chocolates, and ice cream."
"Aren't you sweet?~"
She walked in, giving him a smooch on the top of his head. Somehow, that didn't feel as comforting as it used to be. No matter, he smiled away, and that was that. Least, it would've been, had it not been Pepa we were talking about here. When his eyes didn't immediately jump for joy, she raised a brow at him, and stopped his hand from putting more stuff away.
"Pepa what are you-"
"You're upset. Who was it? Who do I need to FUCKING kill?"
He shook his head with a chuckle.
"No Pepa it's fine. I'm-"
"Upstairs."
"...si, mi vida."
She ushered him up the steps until they got to her room. She made him sit on the bed, and after she locked the door, she stood there, hands on her hips, and glaring at him.
"Explain. You're upset."
"Pepa how do you even-"
"I've been married to you for over thirty years. I'm not blind."
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked towards the mirror a bit behind her, and sighed.
"I...I'm sorry. I guess I just don't feel...well. Sexy today."
She noticed him looking at the mirror, and took a bit of a step aside, as if these two had some chemistry she didn't want to interrupt.
"How so?"
"I just...I dunno. I'm old I guess. I got so much gray in my hair. I'm fat. I'm not exactly the same young stud you married. I feel like an old but trusty donkey. I didn't age like you. It's funny, my papi always said men aged like milk and women aged like wine. You could get men half your age if you wanted. Me? I...I think I'm stupid for making you realize that now."
He turned to look at her, and she was SEETHING. Thunder boomed above her and rain fell upon them in a fury.
"Hablas en serio?"
He gave a bit of a shrug. He should be more scared of her fear, but he felt so...droopy, he didn't care.
"I just know you can do better if you want. I'm not saying this for pity, I'm just saying it's what I'm feel-"
"WELL YOU'RE STUPID."
Oh no. She was mad. Like, mad enough to cause an earthquake mad. She was pacing back and forth as thunder, lighting, rain, wind, started to slowly pick up in the room.
"Pepa-"
"NO. SHUT UP. You come in MY house, and insult MY tastes by saying you aren't sexy! My HUSBAND! The FATHER of my children!"
"Pepa wait-"
"I'M NOT DONE. If you weren't sexy, I wouldn't be married to you! I wouldn't be thinking of you EVERY morning!"
She started to pull out books from her shelf, and throw them at him. They were soft books, and she didn't throw as hard as she could (seriously girl had an ARM), but he'd still rather be pelted with hail.
"I wouldn't be bragging about you! I wouldn't be calling everyone's husband shit because they don't do what you do! I wouldn't buy cute clothes for you! I wouldn't let you do my hair or hold my hand while we eat! I wouldn't let you join me in the bathroom when I showered and laugh when you almost fell over the bar of soap!"
He tried to use a hook to block her attacks, swearing a bit after each one. She looked like she was going for a wind up, when he looked at her most recent weapon.
"What. What does that book say?"
That made her cloud disappear immediately. She softened under his gaze, and gave it to him. On the front of the book, 'reasons I love Félix' were written. In fact...all these books were called that. She hugged herself, and sat next to him, not meeting his eyes.
"I...I wrote that book. I wrote all of these. Open it."
He opened the one on hand. It was dated back when they were teenagers.
'Félix bought glittery pens, because I keep forgetting mine for class. It was so cute, I couldn't stand it!'
Another one.
'Félix was being so mean today, trying to get little peeks up my skirt. He kept pinching my butt when we met each other in the hallway, I wanted to hit him. But I did kinda like it' followed by doodles of hearts. All of these entries were like this. Different days, different pens.
"Pepa are all these...about me?"
"Si. I didn't say this before, but every single day, I write something about you that got to me. Ever since highschool. This one is this months."
She handed him a new looking book, and he glanced at the mess around him, and the books still in the cabinet. So many. He opened the book to today's date.
'Félix woke me up this morning by holding my hand and kissing it. He called me beautiful, when his dumb ass is over here, sunshine and gorgeous. He looks perfect so early in the morning, every day. I hope he knows I'm jealous. His pretty hair and his soft lips and his big, kind eyes. And his stupid chest hair-im amazed I let him leave without making him put another baby in me. I love him'.
He looked towards the shelf. These all came from a big box, stuffed with books. Every one of those were about...him.
"You...wrote these. About me. Why?"
"Because you make me feel something Félix. Love, lust,"
She reached over to hold his hand, looking at his fingers.
"Everything. You are the most incredible man I've ever met. To insist I'll love another...I feel like I should kill you."
Their eyes finally met, and he didn't at all stop her as she went in to kiss him. It was a good, soft, smooth kiss, better than the finest wine or richest cigar. When they pulled away, he kept his forehead against hers, staring into those brilliant green eyes of hers. He cupped her cheek, wiping a tear away from her cheek.
"Why are you crying Pepa?"
"I'm just. I should've done more to prove that you're sexy. More than the stupid 'sementals'. I don't want these 'boys'. I want you. I'm sorry."
"No no, Pepita...we all have feel bad days. But thank you. I've...I've never felt my ego so stroked, honestly. You might have created a monster."
That got her smiling. She squeezed his hand gently, kissing the tip of his nose.
"I have no regrets. I think I can tame a beast like you~"
"Oh do you really, mi Pequeña asesina de monstruos?~"
She shoved him pretty hard into the sheets, quickly sitting on top of his chest, and trailing a nail down his chest, and did that lip bite she knew he LOVED.
"You really wanna know sexy I think you are?"
"Only if you promise not to hold back, mi sol."
"I'm going to ruin that sexy ass of yours~"
She leaned down to kiss his lips, before getting up and heading for the closet. He looked at her, even though his view was upside down.
"Wait? Are you getting the thing?"
"Yes."
"Say the name."
"Don't make me say the stupid ass name."
"You wanna make me feel sexy, say the name!"
She groaned loudly, before looking at him, strap on in her hand.
"Do you want to ride the tornado, Félix?"
"HA YOU SAID IT- YES!"
"I love you, Félix."
"I love YOU mi Pepa! Mi sol! My linda! Mi amor! Mi-"
He was silenced when his ballgag was shoved into his mouth. She patted his forehead affectionately.
"Ya. Let me do all the talking. You want to hear how sexy you are? I'll show you how sexy you are~"
As she tied up his hands to the bed post, he couldn't help but look up at her, and think-
He must be the sexiest man alive.
#not transformers#encanto#lemon#just in case#no actual fucking but like#we get close to it#anyway yes Félix deserves loves and praise and adoration#and they went out to eat after to REALLY prove he's sexy#asks
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Hey so guess what I found on TikTok. Someone’s shitty as Encanto hcs. Bitches like these are why people who have hcs without ignoring the plot or the movie still get a bad rap. Yeah I can see even clearer now why Latine fans are upset again but let’s dig into this train wreck.
Mariano did what?! Mariano would never do that?! Also it’s weird that you have four single girls right there that you could headcanon as a lesbian and yet you pick her. Not that you can’t still have your headcanon it’s just weird. Also, she never liked guys? Then how come the prophecy was of the “man of my dreams”? I’m confused. Was they just comphet. I dunno. I love lesbians with every fiber of my being but not very female character has to be one. Oh wait but it gets worse.
So Mariano cheated on her for her “tics” that aren’t actually tics but are common traits of Latina women?! Yeah good luck finding a woman who doesn’t “tic” Mariano. Got some internalized racism that you might wanna check out there bud.
Also “she wasn’t having it obvs” so then what? Mariano cheated on her because he couldn’t stand those little “tics” of hers and so she decided to become a lesbian?! That’s not how it works. That’s not how any of it works, but go off Susie.
“She currently has two girlfriends and they make Mariano jealous all the time lol” Is she really a lesbian or is she just using these innocent women to get back and Mariano Johnnyboy? Do you even know what a lesbian is. Go grab a damn dictionary.
Next is Bruno, which imo is the worst.
“Gay trans rat man” okay and that’s totes why he ran away. Because as we all know that prophecy of his that he had after Mirabel’s ceremony showed him not being accepted by that hOm0phOOOObIc woman Abuela and running away to protect his identity from her. Right? Riiiiiight? It’s like these people made up a fantasy Encanto in their heads that is all about queer acceptance. Just go watch The Prom. Or The Owl House if you want a diverse movie of a queer Latina.
Also, Alma dead? Seriously? Tell me you’re white without telling me you’re white.
Not this again. Next you’re gonna tell me that Camilo is genderfluid with DID too. Sigh. *sips tea*
*chokes*
They then go on to say “There isn’t much else to say about her”…just the level of dismissiveness and ignorance there. Anyway they also have the lesbian pride flag too but they never mention it, not even once.
And finally my “favorite”.
Well I agree with this one at least. Finally one that isn’t harmful. I quite like the character I relate to the most having the same sexuality as me! Let’s see what else they’re going to say!
YASS AMEN SISTAH GO FIERCE QUEEN! I gotta say this is probably the only good one! At least they didn’t make some stupid shit up like—
“She was scared of coming out for so long because Alma was homophobic and wanted her to be perfect.” Oh wait, never mind.
Also don’t think I didn’t catch you misspelling Isabela you dumb bitch.
Thank goodness the rest of the comments are calling him out or imma go insane.
Yeah.
#encanto#encanto fandom#encanto fandom salt#isabela madrigal#dolores madrigal#bruno madrigal#luisa madrigal#isabela madrigal is a lesbian
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"Who the hell are you all supposed to be?" Soul Queen Alma asked with her head slightly tilted as she glared down at the large group of humans in front of her, although some didn't look quite human.
"Oh this is interesting. I haven't met another version of me that's not baseline human before. Hello nice to meet you. This is a gathering of the universes it seems. We're all different versions of you and the family." Cocooned Alma said smiling welcoming at the group of very mismatched people.
"Is that what Abuela would look like if she were a human like Tia?" Isabela asked staring curiously at the different Alma's. Cocooned and Protective both gave her bright smiled and they were both cooing over how adorable their children and grandchildren were in the Mario verse.
"I only have one question for you." Protective said to Koopa Alma who raised an eyebrow as little Antonio hid behind her skirt even though Mirabel bravely charged forward to meet the others.
"Which is more important to you, your family or power and image?" Protective asked coldly and Koopa snorted slightly.
"Family of course. What kind of stupid question is that?" Koopa asked and she noticed how three other Alma's winced.
"Good you're on our side then. Those three broke or lost their families for either driving them to run away into the woods because they're part animal, being horrible enough Isabela stepped up to be the mama of the younger ones before all the grandkids ran away, or being disowned by the grandkids because she couldn't accept that they were Mermaids and instead called them sea devils." Protective said motioning to the other three Alma's in turn as she spoke and making them each wince.
Koopa Alma's aura flared around her for a moment as she turned furious eyes on the three but she took a deep breath and then reached down to pick up her three children and all of the grandchildren that she could reach. Which meant she now had three adults and five of the children in her arms since Mirabel was playing happily with the other little ones in the room.
"They come near any of you, go nuts. I don't want people like that around you nine. Mirabel, Dolores, if they try to touch you or if they say something mean set them on fire. Isa, Luisa use your shells. Tonito and Camilo either hide and mess with them or hide and get me. Triplets...go nuts." Alma gave the family their orders and earned nods and noises of agreement from them as she sat and cuddled the family members, a few brave members of the other universe running over to meet them and climb all over the ten feet tall Alma.
MADAME SOUL AA FOR THE WIN ❤❤❤
You know only calmed herself so she wouldn't accidentally set Casita on fire or burn one of the nicer family members. Trust me, she would have attacked them, if given the chance ☠️☠️
Also, tiny continuation <3
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Koopa Alma was sitting next to Protective Alma, cradling little butterfly Mirabel. She was making conversation with Cocooned and Protective Alma, mostly talking about their lives back in their universe and what not.
The children, mainly those under the age of 12, scaled the larger Alma. She towered over everyone in the room, proving to be the tallest and arguably most powerful Alma by far, even when sitting down.
"Abuela Soul?" The mentioned woman looked over to her shoulder and saw a 4 year old Luisa climbing onto her shell.
"Yes?" She said warmly.
"Um, how come your so warm? I mean, Abuela is super warm too, but you feel like a warm blanket," She hugged her neck, cuddling into it. "I like it."
Soul Alma hummed. "Ah. It's because my body is always warm, so I can breath fire whenever I want," she released steam from her mouth as she smiled.
As soon as she finished her sentence, all of the toddlers ran over and gasped.
"You can breath fire?!" The youngest Camilo said, hanging off one of the spikes on her shell.
"Indeed, I can." She said, a hint of pride in her voice.
"Its super cool!" Bomb Mirabel exclaimed, flopping onto her Abuela's lap. "Me and Dolores can too, but Abuela's fire is wayyy hotter and thiiiiisssss big," she held her arms out wide, try to best describe her Abuela's ability.
"Can you show us?" Antonio smiled, jumping in place slightly.
Koopa Alma thought for a moment before nodding. "I suppose I can." Carefully setting those in her lap onto the floor, she stood up, walking to the center of the courtyard, where the sky could be seen.
The other 3 Alma's stood a little ways away from her, flinching where he sharp eyes glared at them for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she turned towards the sky and released a large flame from her mouth, the heat being felt by most of those in the room.
Once she was finished, the kids flocked over to her, proceeding to bombard her with compliments or attempt to climb her again.
"Can you fly too?" Toddler Isabela gasped.
"No, I can not," Koopa Alma chuckled. "But, Pedro can."
"Can he show us?" chameleon Camilo asked.
"I don't see why not. Before I call him, I advise those with...er, sensitive ears to cover them." Immediately, the Wild family covered their ears, along with all but 2 Dolores'.
"Pedro!" Koopa Alma's voice boomed, reverbing off the walls; some of the tiles even rattled. Once she her mouth closed, the lights and candles in the house (save for the miracle,) went out. Any candles that re lit were now purple.
"Its cold," One of children shivered. Koopa Alma bent down and picked up the younger ones, easily caring 10 of them while the others simply stood next to her.
"Where is he?" Wild Isabela asked, ears listening for new movement.
"Right here," everyone's eyes turned to a man floating to the floor. He wore dress clothes, and a crown top with a glowing gem. "King of Boos, Pedro. I was called? Oh, Alma!" Pedro kissed his wife, smiling.
"This, is mine amor, Ped-" Koopa Alma was cut off by children screaming. Alma thought it was out of fear; her Pedro was a 11, almost 12 foot tall ghost after all. But she was pleasantly surprised when she saw many of the kids rush towards him, clutching his translucent legs.
"He's so cool!"
"Look at his crown!"
"Can you go invisible?"
"How tall are you?"
Pedro chuckled as he bent down to ruffle the children's hair, smiling as he did. They continued to ask him questions, which he answered happily, laughing when one of the children phased through him.
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Hope you like this 👹👹 AU by @canadasflowercrown
Anyway, onto request!! Just one this time :))
thecoldestanimeartist asks:
"I saw snippet anons angry Bowser Alma post, and I love it! Since we have angry Alma, can we get mad King Boo Pedro? 👀👀 Maybe based off this photo?:"
And this was the photo sent:
Have fun ✧*｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*｡
I'll answer more once I get home, I started this one this morning and finished just now, so I'll try and post this one :) but mobile data is being weird and I'll be lucky if even this even posts before I get home in like an hour ☠️☠️
#encanto#encanto au#au#my asks are open#my asks#encanto alma#encanto Pedro#snippet anon#encanto super mario au#cocooned#cocoon au#housebroken au#housebroken#protective madrigals au#encanto mermaid au
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You, me and something is coming
Chapter 04
"Understand our concern, Carlitos. We are your family, Aunt Carlota has spoken to our trusted priest. He is willing to see you and help you understand that what you carry inside you is a demon being."
Carlos put the phone aside and rolled over in bed to close his eyes and rest a little more before going to work. He focused on the sound of the shower showering where TK was.
If he had the strength, he would get up and go after him for a moment of intimacy with him. Since he had discovered he was pregnant, sex had taken a back seat with TK. Besides, the pregnancy left him exhausted almost every day, even before he got up.
Between the war his own body was giving him and the stupid messages he'd been getting for a couple of days now from his Uncle Camillo. He had always known that he was one of the members of his family who hadn't looked kindly on knowing he was gay, much less that his thing with TK was something so serious.
Surely now that his parents had told the whole family that he was pregnant, Camilo hadn't stopped sending him messages trying to make him see how bad it was, and in a way demonic, for a man to be pregnant.
When he had started receiving those messages from his uncle, from whom he had never received a single message except to congratulate him on his saint's day or to send him a picture of a coworker's daughter that he thought was perfect for him, he had taken it as something romantic, something out of place but that made him laugh.
It seemed incredible that in the 21st century there were still people with that way of thinking. But his family, his father's cousin and as such, accepted receiving the messages, replying with a simple "thanks for worrying about me, uncle, but I'm fine" or similar things.
But as the messages became more insistent, more direct and ultimately almost threatening, Carlos began to tire of receiving them and so he told his father.
"I'm sorry, Dad, but just because he's part of the family, doesn't give him the right to tell me what I have to do with my life, much less talk the way he talks about my future son."
"You're right, son I'll talk to him so he'll stop harassing you like that."
But the messages kept coming and although they focused more on religious convictions and reminding Carlos that he was still baptized and therefore should keep Catholic laws as they were due.
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I Am My Own Home
(No More Backstories)
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Time to start moving forward!!!
“And he finally makes it!” Camilo cheers once he’s gotten all the way up. “Thank you Felipe and your long legs!” Shapeshifting comes with perks and luckily, he gets to use them.
All he needs to do now is get into the… okay. First, he needs to get across the large gap and then into the cave. He transforms back into a tall man and sprints.
He pushes forward as he leaps and there is a moment of weightlessness. It's followed by the feeling of gravity snatching yanking him down. A pit slowly starts carving away in his stomach.
He lands, the force sending him sprawling forwards as he starts shaking. I made it… oh thank god I made it! Camilo jumps when he hears something similar to Casita’s earlier cracking.
He turns back and sees the gap is bigger.
“Come on, BRUNO!”
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Bruno has to admit that Julieta’s cooking and improved drastically over the years. He can still remember knowing on the almost-a-rock bread she baked. He tried, oh so hard, to eat it solely to make her happy. His teeth just didn't accept it.
He sneezes and drops an arepa. “No, no no no no.” He whispers. He can hear a door opening behind him. He moves quickly.
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Dolores makes a show of looking around. She looks down and groans. “Camilo!” She cries, “Why can't you at least clean up after yourself?”
She picks it up as she hears a sigh of relief and Tío Bruno going about his routine. She heads down to the kitchen. It isn't like it matters, though, as Camilo is getting their uncle’s prophecy.
She knows it likely isn't good but… she needs to know.
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Antonio goes through the sounds and motions his Mirabel and Mariano taught him. He hears a distant sound of returning clicks from tiles clapping together.
‘I… Am… Here… Do… Not… Worry.’ He hears and smiles. Snuggling into Chispi, the mom of all the little capybaras who are also sleeping with them, he knows he's still safe.
His Mirabel is watching over him.
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Camilo has to be honest. Bruno’s room, while being the worst, has a pretty cool vision room. And if the stairs and giant hole between platforms weren't a problem, it'd be a neat place to sleep.
Except for when the cave decides to crumble with him in it. And only after he picks up pieces of a green, glass-like object. Lots of fun. Loads of fun.
Antonio’s Toucan sits across the cavern and stares at him. He just knows that coward is taunting him. Oh, look at me, I can fly, can you? No? Oh, how pitiful.
Stupid bird. Stupid stairs. Stupid room. Why can't anything be easy? Is that too much to ask for? Just one thing?
As always there is no answer.
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Alright! He's made it! Now all he has to do is hide somewhere and look at the vision. Currently, all he had to go off of was his cousin’s image in the prophecy.
And it's not like Camilo can ask his family. They don't like to speak about Tío and even then, his only memory of the man is a flash of glowing green eyes and rats.
He shudders.
His room would be a good place right?
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#encanto#mylo writes#mylo is crying#madrigalcest#mylo wrote#fanfiction encanto#encanto fanfic#dolobel#isabella x original character#encanto camilo#Camilo Madrigal#antonio madrigal#mirabel madrigal#i am my own home#mirabel is the miracle#future Mariano x bruno
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Mirabel, doing a crossword puzzle: What’s a six letter word for dumb?
Dolores: Camilo
Camilo: Wha— hEY!
#encanto#encanto inccorect quotes#incorrect encanto quotes#mirabel#dolores#camilo#camilo madrigal#mirabel madrigal#dolores madrigal#camilo is stupid and i accept it#i love him for it#im all here for it
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Tangled hair
Camilo Madrigal x gn!reader
they/them for the reader & he/him for Camilo
fluff
word count: 2982
!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!
MASTERLIST
@sesamestreet47
“Ay, dios mío…” Y/N muttered under their breath.
Life in Encanto was usually carefree. Keyword: usually. Even in a peaceful village like this, bad days did happen from time to time. For Y/N that day was today. Actually, yesterday as well. And the day before that. The streak of these awful days has reached seven a long time ago. They decided to stop counting after that, slowly accepting their new life as the bearer of bad luck. It could be some small misfortune, like ripping their favorite shirt, twisting their ankle from stepping on a wet stone or losing one of their last hair ties. It could also be something worse, like getting sick from spending the day near Señora Pepa, who just happened to have a bad day herself which meant a lot of rainy clouds. It could be that Y/N’s little hermana Luz was feeling snarky and decided to lock her sibling in their bedroom for a while.
Today they got a hairbrush stuck in their hair.
Their morning was off to a great start as they already woke up an hour too late. Trying to get ready in a hurry, they didn’t realize just how badly their hair was tangled. Without thinking, Y/N grabbed their brush and before they knew it, the item got stuck in their locks. And for the last few minutes, they’ve been trying to process what happened.
Looking in the mirror, they tried their best not to snap. Not to let that pit of bubbling lava at the bottom of their stomach erupt. Not to scream at the top of their lungs out of frustration.
“Clear skies, clear skies…” they sang to themselves quietly. A little trick picked up from Pepa Madrigal - the most emotional woman they knew. It worked like a charm, soon the nerves started to disperse. The nonexistent rainy cloud was gone or at least not gray anymore.
Y/N groaned and slammed their head against their vanity table, letting out a muffled ouch. They debated whether to leave their room at this point. Luz could lock them up again and this time they wouldn’t complain. The wooden surface of the table was actually getting quite comfortable. Just as they were coming to terms with the vision of putting themselves on a little quarantine, they heard a loud knock on the door. They jumped, startled at the sudden noise and of course, that was enough to make them fall from the stool they were sitting on. Before they could react, their body was sprawled across the floor.
Yep, seems about right. They thought
“Y/N? You okay in there?” a familiar voice asked from behind the door.
“No,” they sighed. “Come in.”
The door opened and the person walked into the room.
“Hola, Cami,” Y/N said looking up at their boyfriend who just stared at them with raised eyebrows. It’s not usually that you see your partner laying on the floor without a care.
“What are you doing?” he asked closing the door behind him.
“Pitying myself,”
Camilo chuckled at their antics before kneeling down next to them. they side-eyed him not content with how happy he looked seeing them in this current state. They just wanted to wipe that stupid smile off of his face.
“I was waiting for you, you know?” he said after a while.
Shoot.
They totally forgot. Camilo asked them to help him with some errands. His chores doubled since he offered to take over some of Dolores’. His sister’s wedding was just behind a corner and she was too busy with preparations for the ceremony to complete her usual tasks. Today they were supposed to help the Sánchez family with gathering the sewing supplies. Señora Valentina Sánchez was undoubtedly the finest tailor in the village so naturally, the finest needles, threads and fabrics were needed. She was also tasked to make some creations for the said wedding, that’s what the supplies were mainly for. Oh, Y/N messed up. They really did.
“I am so sorry,” they said lifting themselves up and resting their figure on their forearms.
Camilo grimaced playfully. “Yeah, you should be.” Y/N smacked his arm, Camilo laughed. “Señora Sánchez may be a talented tailor, but she is just insufferable. She made a whole fuss about me bringing her the wrong shade of blue and once I finally managed to get the right one, I swore they looked exactly the same. If you were there, it would have been more bearable, mi vida.”
Y/N smiled lightly. “Well, at least now you’ll appreciate my presence more.”
Camilo rolled his eyes but nodded. “I always appreciate you, you know that.”
Y/N looked to the side, the frown appearing on their features once again. While the thought of helping the Sánchez’s was not exactly a nice one, spending some quality time with their partner was. Y/N barely saw Camilo these days. Either they were occupied with chores or Camilo was busy helping with wedding preparations. They finally get a chance to spend some time together and Y/N sleeps in. Just their luck.
“Hey, you alright?” Camilo asked softly. Y/N felt his hand wrap gently around their own before his thumb rubbed their palm. They didn’t look back at him, too busy debating whether to burden him with their problems or to tell a white lie.Camilo sat next to them not letting go of their hand. He hummed to get their attention.
Y/N sighed and slowly turned their head. “Not really,” they shrugged. “but I’ll be fine. Been through worse.”
Y/N scooted a little closer to Camilo, enjoying their proximity right now, not knowing when they’ll get to spend time together again. Just the two of them.
“Okay, wanna tell me what exactly is bothering you?”
Y/N felt an arm wrap around their waist and Camilo moved closer, their hips now touching. He rested his chin on their shoulder, placing a soft kiss on their neck and jaw every few moments. Y/N bit their lip trying to hold back a smile although their cheeks were probably tainted with red hue by now, clearly showing they were flustered. Despite being together for almost a year, Camilo never failed to make the butterflies in their stomach go crazy. Even a simple wink or a cheeky smile was enough to make Y/N cover their face in embarrassment. They had it bad. But who could blame them?
“No?” their statement came out more like a question. Camilo glared at them.
“How is the soon to be wedded couple by the way? Is Dolores okay?” they asked quickly trying to avoid the subject.
“Cariño.” Camilo said sternly.
“What about Antonio? Mirabel? Man, I haven’t talked to her in a while.”
“Y/N.”
“Señora Pepa? How is she-“Y/N was cut off by his hand grabbing their chin making them look at the boy.
“Amor, just tell me what’s wrong.” Camilo said.
Y/N inhaled through their nose and pressed their lips into a thin line. They knew damn well that he won’t drop it. So there was no point in trying to dodge the topic.
“It’s stupid.”They hid their head in the crook of his neck and an exaggerated sigh escaped their lips. “It’s just… These past few days were awful,” they continued. “Not one good thing has happened to me. The amount of problems and mishaps is just so overwhelming.”
Camilo didn’t say anything, only rubbed their side reassuringly.
“I don’t know… I guess it’s just tiring. I’m tired Cami.” they added muttering. “Plus I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“Ay, mi amor,” Camilo hugged them before changing his position, he was now kneeling beside them. “Well, I’m here now so…”
They looked up at him and opened their mouth as to ask him whatever he meant by that, but they were stopped by a pair of warm hands grabbing their face. Next thing they knew, his lips were gently pressed against their cheek. And then he moved to leave a peck on their nose. Soon Y/N’s face was being peppered in kisses. Camilo made sure not to miss a single spot. Their jaw, their eyelids, their forehead, their temples, even their neck. All of it. With each kiss, they were forgetting more and more about their worries and soon their frown turned into a big smile. A few giggles left their lips. “Alright, it’s tickling,” they said through laughter.
Camilo finally pressed his lips against theirs. It was a sweet kiss that lasted just a little longer than the previous ones. Y/N involuntarily deepened it leaning onto their partner and Camilo smiled at that not pulling away. They finally broke the kiss, yet still remained close. Y/N lightly brushed their nose against his, a lovesick look in their eyes that were still locked on his mouth. Camilo smiled pecking their lips one last time before asking, “Any better?”
“Oh yeah,” Y/N grinned. “Except I still have a stupid hairbrush stuck in my hair.”
Just a simple sentence like this was enough to make Camilo throw his head back in laughter. Y/N rolled their eyes at him. It took several minutes and an unamused stare from Y/N for the shapeshifter to eventually calm down. He stopped laughing but still bit his lip to not let any chuckles escape.
“You done?”
“Yep,” he answered. “Sorry- Actually, I’m not. That’s funny.”
“That’s funny,” Y/N mocked him.
“Sorry, sorry… Let me see.”
Y/N turned and lowered their head. They felt Camilo’s hands running through their hair before they felt him tug slightly on the brush. “Okay, ready?” he asked.
“Ready for wha- Ow! Holy sh-“
They felt a strong tug and a sound, similar to the one they heard when they ripped their shirt, erupted. Y/N bit their finger in order not to scream in agony. The spot where the brush used to be was now burning with pain. They touched it with their other hand hoping it could somehow ease the aching.
“And done! What would you do without me, mi vida?” Camilo grinned throwing the hairbrush in the air and swiftly catching it with a smirk plastered across his face.
“You asshole…” Y/N muttered.
“Love you too, corazón,”
Y/N quickly grabbed the brush from Camilo’s grasp making sure to slap his hand in doing so. They finally stood up, swaying a bit. Their legs must’ve fallen asleep from the lack of movement. They sat back down on the stool and repeated their attempt in making their hair look presentable. They were brushing it slowly but with force.
“Okay, stop that,” Camilo sighed walking up to them. “You’re just making it worse.”
“Fine, then you do it, mister Gentle.” they handed him the item. Camilo smirked at the nickname. “You know what I meant.” Y/N smacked him (for probably the fifth time today) on the stomach. A slight blush creeping up their nose and neck.
Camilo took the brush in his hands and lead them to the bed. He sat down on the mattress crossing his legs. Looking up at his partner, he patted the space in front of him motioning for them to sit down. They obliged.
“Jeez, it’s like a cobweb,” Camilo snickered.
“Shut up,”
The boy gently started to run the hairbrush through all the tangles. It didn’t take him long before they all disappeared. Now he was just making it look more presentable. He took his time, humming quietly to himself. Y/N felt so relaxed right now they could easily fall asleep right here and there.
“You’re really good at this,” they said gently, almost as if afraid to ruin the peaceful mood they managed to create.
“I have a sister and three cousins. All girls, forgot?”
“I doubt that Isabela would let you any near her hair.” it was now Y/N’s turn to snicker.
“You’re right, I lied. I practice on Antonio’s animals,”
Y/N let out a laud laugh at that. “Practice? You mean you’re preparing for moments like this?” they asked cheekily.
They could practically feel him rolling his eyes at them. “Oh, yes, mi vida. Everyday I can’t stop thinking about the beautiful locks that frame your gorgeous face and all that clouds my mind is the need to brush and braid them,”
Y/N scoffed at the fake exaggeration in his voice. “I have nice hair…” they muttered under their breath.
They went back to peaceful silence after that. Y/N let themselves close their eyes as they felt Camilo’s hands tucking slightly on their locks. They figured he was now actually braiding them.
“I like this,” they said.
“Me too, amor,”
“Don’t you have more chores to get done today, though?” they asked trying to cover the disappointment in their voice.
As much as they loved the much needed quality time with their beloved, they couldn’t be selfish. People in town counted on the shapeshifter, Dolores counted on him. Although the vision of keeping him all to themselves for at least a day was tempting, they had to think rationally.Camilo sighed. It sounded like he himself also dreaded the thought of parting with his partner.
“Unfortunately. I wish I could stay.”
“Mhm,” Y/N hummed. An idea creeping into their mind. “Maybe you could stay for just a few more minutes?”
They slowly started to lean back, with Camilo still playing with their hair. Before the boy could react, his partner plopped down on his lap. Their head positioned comfortably on his legs. A satisfied smile on their lips.
“Hey! I was almost done with the braid.” he said sounding offended. “All my hard work for nothing.”
Y/N rolled their eyes, still smiling. They looked up at Camilo and for a moment they couldn’t believe that he was in fact theirs. All theirs. They mentally gave themselves a pat on the shoulder, congratulating themselves for ending up with a boy like him.Of course he wasn’t perfect. He was cocky, cunning, a little annoying at times and childish. But in all honesty, so were they.
Maybe opposites don’t always attract. They thought.
These few traits, though some would say negative, were a part of him that Y/N liked. They liked other parts too. His ability to make someone smile without even trying. Always putting his loved ones before him. His confident and charming personality. The list goes on. But everyone who knew Camilo, knew all that already. Y/N didn’t fall for the town’s shapeshifter because of the obvious. At first, they actually thought he was overrated. But then they started hanging out and soon Y/N found out the true colors of the boy-chameleon. When they were alone, he was just a teenager. Not Camilo Madrigal The Jokester, simply just Camilo.
A boy looking for an escape that they hoped he found in them.
Their eyes scanned his face. Y/N counted his freckles (there was 23 of them) before gazing at his locks. They sometimes envied him of them. Y/N can’t remember when was the last time Camilo had a bad hair day. They looked at his lips that they grew to love the sweet taste of. They felt their face warming up as they remembered what they felt like against their skin just a few moments ago. Finally, they looked at him whole and decided admiring their partner was their new favorite thing to do.
“Hey,” they said, catching the boy’s attention. He looked down puzzled. One hand started to caress their cheek.
“Hey?”
“You’re pretty,”
Camilo’s eyes widened. He looked to the side flustered covering his face with the back of his palm. “Stop that.”
“You’re a work of art, Camilo Madrigal.”
Camilo just coughed. Y/N didn’t fail to notice his neck and cheeks growing red.“I’m the one who’s supposed to make you flustered. Not the other way around, cariño.” he said, regaining his composure. He pointed an accusing finger down at them.
Y/N smiled, pressing a kiss to his palm. “I like you, I think I’m gonna keep you around for a little longer.”
“Nah, you love me and I gotta go.” Camilo responded.
He gave them an upside down kiss before trying to stand up from the bed. Keyword: trying. In one swift movement, Y/N sat up, grabbed their boyfriend’s shoulders and pushed him down back onto the mattress. It all happened so quickly, Camilo only let out a surprised yelp. He looked up at his significant other who was now on top of him and shook his head with a frown. Y/N just grinned.
“Y/N, I really have to go. You know how my mom gets, when I don’t do my job.”
“Mhm,” they just hummed in response. “just a little longer.” Y/N pecked Camilo’s lips, then cheek, before laying down next to him. Wrapping their leg around one of his and tightly hugging his waist with their arms.
“Ay, dios mío, mi vida. Why do I put up with you?” he sighed, but nonetheless returned their cuddles. His hand, once again this morning, finding its way to their locks.
“You love it,” they whispered. “You love me.”
“Hard to argue with that,”
And they stayed like this. Arms and legs tangled, completely ignoring the outside word. It wasn’t until they heard a lock being picked, that they snapped back to reality. They looked at the door confused, before hearing footsteps fading away on the other side.
“Was that-“
“-my sister.” Y/N finished Camilo’s thought. “She just locked the door. Again.
”Camilo let out an irritated sigh. “Looks like I run out of luck.”
“Too bad, amor,” Y/N smiled. They made a mental note to thank Luz later. “Because mine just got back. You’re stuck with me.”
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Married In A Hurricane (Final Part/Part 5)
Camilo Madrigal x Reader
All characters written in this story is 18+.
This will be the last part for Married In A Hurricane, I just wanted to thank each and everyone of you guys for commenting, leaving hearts. I am absolutely over joyed with the overwhelming support.
With that being said. REQUEST SOME ANGSTY PROMPTS I NEED MY HEART TO BE TORN AND SEWED BACK TOGETHER!
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5(finale). Bonus.
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(Camilo’s POV)
My lungs were burning.
My feet slammed against the concrete slabs of Encanto.
(Y/n). I needed to find (Y/n) before she left.
She needed to know that I felt the same way.
She needed to know that I love her too.
(Reader’s POV)
“I’m going to miss you so much Mirabel, thank you for everything. You truly are my best friend and I will forever be great full that I had you in my life”I hugged Mirabel for the 13th time that day. I couldn’t help it, I was going to miss her so bad. We had just finished packing and it seemed like the only thing that was left was our goodbyes. Earlier than week/day I had already said my goodbyes to the Madrigals, they all showered me in tears and hugs. The only one I hadn’t said goodbye to was Camilo, but it looked like I was never going to see that boy ever again. I had heard that the engagement had gone through and that they were to be wed in a few months. I started looking for new towns to move into shortly after.
“I’m going to miss you so much more (Y/n), you better come visit!”Mirabel has tears in her eyes. I smiled at her and wiped the tear that managed to escaped.
“Of course Mira, you better come visit me too”She nodded profusely attempting to shoo away the tears that began pouring down. I laughed at her, she was so adorable.
“How about we go grab something to eat before I head out? Lets go to your mama Julieta’s restaurant, I need to taste her cooking before I leave. Plus I don’t need to leave until later tonight”I suggested in hopes that it would make her feel better. It seemed like it had. She gave me a smile and we proceeded to be on our way. For the last time.
(Camilo’s POV)
I’m so stupid, so blind. Why hadn’t I realized it sooner, why hadn’t I realized that she was right in front of me the whole time. It felt like big hunky Mariano, so blind that he couldn’t see Dolores until she spelt it out to him. At least he was smart enough to accept Dolores confession, meanwhile I rejected mine.
I continued running to the direction of her house, by the time that I got there I was nearly out of breath. I briefly looked up and noticed that her room light was off, oh god I hope I wasn’t too late. I began to knock at the door.
“(Y/n)! It’s me Camilo, can we talk please?!”My voice cracked. No answer. I knocked again. Again no answer.
“DAMN!”I slammed up fist on the front door. The people around me were definitely giving me eyes but I didn’t care, she was gone and it was all.my.fault.
I pressed my forehead against the hardwood door. I felt my eyes burn, then a second later a stream line of tears just began flowing down my cheeks. I let out a choked sob.
“Camilo?”It was a faint sound of her voice.
I was definitely going insane. I could still hear her in my head. As if she was still there.
“Camilo. Why are you crying?”It was her voice again, I let out a sigh.
“Why am I crying?!Because I just lost you! I’m so sorry (Y/n).I’m so sorry. I fucked up bad. I let you go. I made you cry. I hurt you. I let you walk away, broken. I was so ignorant, so blind, so stupid. I called you mi vida but I know now that I never should have. Not when I gave you up that easily. I love you (Y/n), I really fucking do. It hurts.”I was full on sobbing at this point. I clutched at my heart, it burned.
“Milo…I’m right here…”The voice in my “head” grew closer. My eyes flew open, and I immediately turned around to where the voice had come from. There stood her.
(Y/n) stood there, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
~~(Reader’s POV)~~
We stared at each other for what it felt like an eternity. No one moved a muscle, we were both shocked at the event that just happened. It was then Camilo took a cautious step, as if he was scared that I was going to run off. I didn’t though, I stood planted at my spot.
“Y-you’re here”He said shakily. I nodded still unable to process what he had just said.
‘I love you (Y/n), I really fucking do. It hurts’
Camilo.Madrigal.loves.me.
“Camil-“His whole body slams into me. I felt his arm wrap around my upper body, other hand on the back of my neck. His head finding the crook of my neck.
(Visual representation)
“Your still here..I’m so happy your still here”He breathed out. I closed my eyes and hugged him back.
“Yes mi vida, I’m still here”
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Part 5.
Please comment if you guys would like a bonus chapter.
Thank you for reading.
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Omg Antonio's Twin sister who has a crush on a boy and kisses him on the cheek and gets caught by yandere family madrigal.
And when they pick her up , she just starts crying and saying that she's gonna marry him when she grows up🤭
What would the family do and how would they punish her?
(I love your blog so much omfg) 💞
I'm so glad you like my blog!
TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR
💜 first off is only when you're really young probably only 10 or so so they wouldn't necessarily punish you probably ground you for going outside for a long time you're young and you don't know what you're doing is wrong so to be fair they're just scared you might be used even though you're the same age as them
💛 Pepa and Félix are probably one of the most overprotective parents ever when they saw your little cute playdate they flipped out they picked you up even though he started crying Pepa unfortunately kicked the child straight in the stomach as they walked away which made it cry
💛 Camilo started dealing with his normal crap mocking little boy and started shape-shifting to make you stop crying and tell you say one thing"I'M GOING TO MARRY HIM STOP" everyone stopped and stared
💛 Delores was one of the most affected by it sure she understood love at some point but you were too young to understand she thought you would never understand love it was too dangerous for you to even accept that you were in love it was a bad idea for you to even stay outside
💛 Antonio Brie with the rest of the family and thinking that you were ready to stay outside anymore so you got grounded and lost outside privileges you weren't allowed to look outside or even go outside
❤ Abuela I was definitely angry at the fact that you were in love with someone although she was in love quite young it didn't change her mind that you are still just a young child she agreed with the rest of family that punishment was necessary so the grounding was that he would practice riding reading Etc and even though Antonio's real when you missed outside but Abuela kept a close eye on you
💙Julieta and agustín we're both angry at you to the point where they didn't even talk but after awhile two hours later they caved in and started treating you like a young baby and you were angry by this but you can do anything you couldn't go outside or think about it so you might as well get used to this if you want your outside privileges back
💙lusia would give you fake workout equipment so she could work out with you it was all fake cuz she was scared that you might break a bone but Casita that would help you at this point acting like a treadmill while lusia was going pretty fast yours was going at a moderate pace
💙Isabela who was one of the main people who are angry she refused to grow you flowers for who-knows-how-long until finally she caved in and showed you something new once it was interesting and definitely brought you a bunch of joy showing of new and exotic plants even she didn't know like cacti and Nightshade
💙 Maribel was probably the most calm out of everyone she knew how young you were so you were probably stupid you can understand anything so might as well keep you here she would just do you a bunch of stuffed animals and everything and etcetera she would even try voodoo dolls with the boy because he was still alive but they never were
💚 Bruno he predicted the future to see if you would actually fall in love with this boy and he did he warned everyone obviously so it was more of a crush but he was still angry that this boy had won your heart when you deserve something a thousand times better but he did nothing but protect the future for him in this boy was named Anton and this showed you being married to him when you were older that could happen but he couldn't kill a child that's too far we just have to wait it out
#fanfic#yanderexreader#yandere scenarios#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#platonic yandere#platonic yandere imagine#bruno madrigal#antonio madrigal#agustín madrigal#julieta madrigal#dolores madrigal#camilo madrigal#abuela madrigal#encanto au#yandere family madrigal#yandere family#encanto headcanons#yandere encanto
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HATE THAT I LOVE YOU
CAMILO MADRIGAL X READER
TW - NONE
GENRE - ENEMIES TO LOVERS
Camilo Madrigal. It was an understatement to say I hated him. I despised him, I wanted him dead, six feet under.
That was what I would've said a few weeks back if you asked me about him, that is if you dared. It was quite obvious that we were rivaled, enemies.
Though under all the fury and hatred I felt for him, there was the part of me that seemed almost... attracted to him.
Was it the smirk? The hair? Or was it that time he pinned me against a wall in the alleyway and threatened me?
But god, all I could think about was the way he leaned in close to me, almost as if he were going to kiss me, and I genuinaly thought he was going to. Maybe it was his deep voice that made him hot, Jesus, I didn't know at this point.
What I did know was that I didn't hate him- well, I didn't hate him as much as I did before- and I er- might have wished he kissed me.
How could I tell him? Everytime I got close to him, he'd push me back, growl a threat, and storm off without another word.
It was near to impossible to even talk to him...
To talk to him... huh... all I had to do was get him to talk to me! I was a genuis, even if Camilo didn't think so.
I walked around town, head scanning for Camilo's hair, every step I took made me wonder how stupid this idea was, yet I had to do it.
From the corner of my eye, I saw a glimpse Camilo's yellow ruana, disapearing into the forest. Perfect, we'd be alone.
I quickened my pace, pushing back a few townspeople, muttering an apology when I made them drop a basket of food, however, I had no time to help them.
I kept my eyes peeled for Camilo, finally landing on him, sitting at the edge of the river, staring off into the distance.
"Hey" I cut the silence, as he immediatly turned around, his expression quickly turned into a frown, as he walked towards me, almost in fury.
"Go away" he hissed, puffing out his chest, to apparently make him look "tough" yeah right. That wouldn't work on me.
"I want to talk"
His eyes narrowed, obviously suspicious, I wouldn't blame him though, the last time we actually had a real conversation was at Mirabel's gift ceremony. 10 years ago.
Camilo ignored me, looking away. I huffed, maybe this was a bad idea after all, maybe this wouldn't work, after all, he didn't... like me did he?
"Please"
No response.
"Jesus, you fucking brat" I pushed him back, making him fall to the floor. That turned him on, he jumped back up, pouncing onto me, pinning me to the ground.
"That's more like it, Madrigal" I snickered. That was, when I realized how close he was too me, his hand sliding across my neck, I could hear him breathing heavily, and his heart beat against my chest.
"Are we fighting or flirting?" he finally spoke up, his eyes somewhat softening, "I can't really tell"
"You have me pinned to the ground, hand around my neck" I spat back, obviously teasing him, though I was grinning.
"Still getting mixed signals" Camilo replied, his infamous smirk plastered on his face, leaning closer to me, you could cut the tension with a knife.
I suddenly made a quick move, grabbing a handful of his hair, pushing my lips onto his, I didn't know what I was doing, but it felt good. Fuck- it felt good.
It was surprising that Camilo didn't pull or push me away, in fact, he was kissing me back, did he secretly like me too? Were we to stupid and stubborn to notice?
It felt like hours when we finally pulled away, I felt myself turn red when I realized what I had just done, but Camilo seemed... happy, almost.
"What was that, L/n? Didn't know you had that in you" he mocked, offering a hand to help me up, which I accepted.
"I didn't know I had that in me either" I admitted truthfully, though I wanted it to sound serious, it came out light-heartedly.
"Idiot" he grinned, pushing me towards him, his hands on the collar of my shirt, "Shut up and kiss me already"
And I did.
#Wil Writes#This was rushed and really bad LMAOO#camilo madrigal#encanto#camilo#madrigal#camilo x reader#camilo madrigal x reader#encanto x reader#encanto fics#x reader#reader insert#enemies to lovers
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Hey i had this idea for a while and it wouldtn go away so i thought i would share.
Isa sneaks someone in to Casita one night amd the next day the family all come down for breakfst and Antonio asks if there guest is eating with them, well everyone is confused so Antonio explains that the rats told him that last night someone went into Isabella room, and well akwardness ensures
Oh this. We LOVE the family realizing their 'golden child' is a total lesbian hound. Let's GO
"Shh, quiet!"
Isa giggled as she held her hand, guiding her up the stairs. She had been with Lily for a few weeks now, and she was SOMETHING. Absolutely sweet, and just stupid giggly. She knew Dolores wouldn't snitch, given that Mariano was in her own room, so she just had to sneak her past everyone else. Thankfully, Casita had her back, tiles gently flapping in certain hallways to give her the all clear. She thanked the Casita as she made it to her room, and immediately had Lily on her bed. She looked so pretty under her, arms over her head and cheeks absolutely flaring.
"You're SO bad, Isa! Sneaking me into the Casita. What would Abuela think?~"
"Doesn't matter, because she won't find out. Now come here, besos for my pretty girl~"
Ugh, girls were so cute when you kissed their lips. And their cheek. And their neck. And their other lips-
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Mornings were always crazy in the Madrigal household, always has been. Julieta had to get up early to make breakfast for the family, then food for the town, so she had been up for a few hours already. Not that she was tired, thanks to the coffee.
"Mira! Isa! Luisa! Help your papi with the table please!"
Her girls were on it immediately, and Julieta thanked her lucky stars that she had such lovely and helpful girls for daughters. The table was set, the eggs were made, arepas were stuffed, and of course, more coffee was made. Pepa walked into the kitchen, stealing some chocolate chips Julieta had out (friend of hers was having a birthday, so she was making her a smile cake right after this).
"Need help, hermana?"
"Ugh please. Can you bring these dishes to the table, I can't trust Agustín with hot plates, not after last week."
"On it."
Ever since the Casita fell, Julieta has had so much more of the family helping her, and boy did she need it. She joined the breakfast table when everything was done, shooing away the capybara that was on her chair. So many animals around food, she constantly had to check her food for animal hair. But, she couldn't tell Antonio anything, especially not as he looked as cute as he was right now.
"Changua, mijo?"
"Please, tìa. Hey, aren't we supposed to put another chair out? For guests?"
"Mijo, I love your animals, but I don't want them gnawing on the chairs."
Antonio shook his head, muttering a thank you as he accepted his bowl of soup.
"No! I meant for Isa's friend!"
People around the table glanced at Isa, and even SHE looked confused by her cousin's words. Shs kept talking as she served Agustín, mainly so he wouldn't spill something on the table.
"Isa's friend? What do you mean?"
"The rats told me Isa brought a friend over last night! I think they had a slumber party, because they said they were doing a LOT of wrestling!"
The table went awkwardly quiet as eyes went to Isa. Julieta thought maybe the rats were misinformed or maybe Antonio heard them wrong, but upon her daughter sipping her juice and avoiding eye contact, she saw just how guilty she was. Now don't get her wrong, Julieta didn't care who she loved. But the idea of her sneaking girls into her room for grown up activities in the middle of the night was definitely...weird. Camilo, who was sitting right next to her, was fighting back tears.
"Oh my god. Oh my god, Isa, you hoe-"
"Shut up! You flirt with everyone in town!"
"Well yeah, but I don't take them to bed! I have this wild thing called 'standards'. You see anything with a vagina and you pounce."
Dolores smacked his shoulder with a scowl, probably because he just said 'vagina' at the table. Antonio raised a brow.
"What's a vagina?"
"Oh its what a woman-"
"Pepa, mi sol, he's FIVE, we're not having the talk right now, he can wait a few years."
Not one breakfast. Not ONE breakfast can go by without something happening, Julieta felt her hair turn more gray by the minute. Mirabel grinned, nudging her sister with her elbow.
"Who was it? Was she pretty?"
"It was nothing special, you guys-"
"Was it Amy? Charlotte? Or was it that girl you met at the market?"
Julieta looked at her daughters, honestly a bit surprised that they apparently had so many names, just ready to list.
"Wait, Isa, mija, how many girls are you seeing?"
Isa opened her mouth, shut it, opened it, then shut it again, seeming to sink a bit into her seat.
"I mean...I MEET a lot of girls."
"How many, roughly?"
Agustín was now interested in this. Honestly, Julieta thought he was happy about this, because he was ALWAYS against their daughters talking to boys. Isa fumbled with a flower that she made appear in her hand, something she'd always done when she was nervous.
"I mean. Two or three. Or six. Maybe fifteen, I'd have to check my notebook."
"More like perv book-ow! Everyone stop hitting me!"
Camilo huffed, glaring at Isa. Pepa leaned over to high five her as she continued to eat.
"That's my girl!"
"W-Pepa!"
"What? Girls are hot. I think so, Isa thinks so, Félix definitely thinks so."
Julieta was about to say something, when Alma cleared her throat, silencing everyone in her presence.
"If Isa wants to see girls, let her see girls. It's perfectly natural. Hell, I had three girlfriends before I met your Abuelo Pedro."
Pepa gawked at her mother, as did Isa, and. Everyone else, honestly. No one knew what to say, when Mirabel decided SHE had to say something.
"Wait so you're bisexual?"
"Bye what?"
"Bisexual. You like girls and guys."
"Ay-you kids and your labels. In my day, you just kissed a woman and went about your day."
Camilo snorted, trying to keep his composure, right alongside Félix.
"Ah, s-so being a hoe just runs in the family."
"See- 'hoe' I get, that's a word I'm familiar with. You guys should've seen your Abuelo, he was in several relationships before we met. I was his first girlfriend though."
Julieta needed stronger coffee for a morning like this.
#not transformers#encanto#asks#family is full of hoes#minus Bruno i genuinely see him as asexual#but Isa is DEFINITELY a hoe#bitch can't keep her dress down in front of a lady#her type#is girl#that's it
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Camilo X Reader: Tears
{A oneshot that stumbled into my brain.}
II..., III...., IV....., V...., VI..., VII.., VIII., .IX , X , XI. , XII. , XIII.. , ..XIV , ...XV , ....XVI , .....XVII , ..XVIII.. , .XIX.
Summary: You go to Camilo's gift ceremony, but it doesn't turn out as fun.
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"You have everything, right?", your mom asks while looking at the mirror, putting on her pearl earrings.
"Yes, I've already put the pot in the cart and tied it down.", your dad responds, fixing his hat.
You waited patiently on the bench, fiddling with the paper in your hands. Today was Camilo's gift ceremony and everyone was invited. With your parents being party loving people, they accepted the invite and made food to share at the party.
"Don't forget your chain mí amor.", your mom reminds your dad before going over to you. "Are you ready? Do you have the present?", she asks, kneeling in front of you.
Nodding, you hold the paper closer to your chest, crinkling it slightly.
"Let's go! We don't want to be late!", your dad says from outside.
Your mom helps you off the bench and holds your hand as you both make your way to the cart outside.
"Hola Pepe!", you greet the donkey and struggle climb onto the back of the cart. Your mom ends up helping you.
"Keep an eye on the pot, ok? I don't want any of the food spilling out.", she tells you and you nod.
The way to the Madrigal's house is filled with noise. Kids older than you are running by with sparklers or toys in their hands. Your parents talk about all the food and drinks that will be there. In the town full of noise, you're the only quiet one, talking only when necessary.
It doesn't take long to pull up at the big house on the hill. Your parents get off the cart and get down the pot of food. Carefully, you hop of the cart, almost tripping while you do so.
"I don't want you causing any problems, be good.", your dad tells you before moving the cart to the side of the house.
"Aye, he exaggerates. Have fun but don't hurt yourself mí bebe.", your mom says.
All of you head inside together, your dad heading over to set up the pot of food on the table nearby.
You look at the house in awe. Its decorations vibrant and pretty, with some banners strewn about. After eating some food and sweets, its finally time for the gift part of the ceremony. Thanks to your small stature, you don't get to see everything with the adults blocking your view, but you do see the door changing and that's good enough for you.
A little later, you find Camilo using his gift and changing into many people. His mom, Pepa notices you holding something.
"Oh? Hello, what's your name?", the red haired woman asks with a smile, kneeling down to your level.
"I'm Y/n.", you mumble and lift up the paper you've been holding up a bit. "For Camilo."
"How nice! Camilo, come here. Someone has a gift for you.", she waves her son over.
The curly haired birthday boy comes over and stands next to his mother. "Yes?"
"They have a present for you, go on and accept it.", Pepa says and nudges her child to you, making him stand right in front of you.
"Hola! Thank you for coming.", Camilo says with a smile and shape shifts into you for a quick second.
All you do is nod and hold out the drawing for him to take.
You've never really interacted with him. Only watching him play with the other kids from the window of your room. He seemed nice though.
Well, you hope he was.
You were shifting your weight on your feet, hoping he liked the drawing.
"Wow, this is..", he says, making a face at the drawing.
There's a sinking feeling in your stomach when you watch him tear up the paper.
"Camilo!", his mother gasps out, thunder clouds forming above her head.
You run out of the house, bumping into a few people in the crowd. Tears run down your face and you hold back sobs, going to the river on the side of the house.
"S-stupid! Stupid! I hate you Camilo!", you cry, crouching down next to the running water.
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Now its own story!
~Seline, the person.
#also on my quotev#camilo x reader#x reader#encanto camilo#camilo madrigal#fanfic#encanto fanfic#encanto#part 2???#gn reader#gender nuetral reader
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𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐈𝐭 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞
"build a rocket with me"
- camilo madrigal x gn!reader
- 18+ users dni
- soulmate au! red strings of fate
- warnings! fluff (my heart clenched), a bit shorter than i liked it to be, cheesy if you squint and is nitpicky like me
- welcome to the final part.
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six
A couple of months passed, more than camilo would’ve liked even though it’s just been 2 months since he last spoke to you. Nonetheless, he was able to at least steal a few glances at you and a few greetings were exchanged. The both of you never had the chance to confront each other dude the sudden increase of chores. It was good for the both of you to have sometime apart either way.
“Camilo, you need to stop moping around,” Eric said, sitting on a box of crate beside liliana who was leaning on her. Camilo sat on the crate in front of them, looking down at his hands and his head contemplating between decisions.
Eric and Liliana had sort of taken a bit of pity towards camilo’s lousy state, always zoning off elsewhere when he’s doing chores. That’s when the both of them knew that he probably saw you somewhere in town and felt like banging his head on a wall.
“We could help you Camilo,” Liliana offered.
“Please, just let us help you. We love your mom but I can’t stand another day of wet laundries that will never get dry,” Eric added, Liliana punched her arm and eric briefly scrunched her face at the impact.
“What she’s trying to say is that, camilo, stop being hopeless and confess to them,”
“Great you sound like mi primas,” camilo threw his hands up in the air before slightly running a hand on his cheek. A headache banging in his head as he thought of how to confess to you.
The sudden snap of finger from liliana grabbed his attention, “Yn, at the fruit stall,” she pointed towards you who was indeed picking up fruits from the stall. Camilo sighed helplessly admiring you from afar.
Liliana shot him a confused look, “Camilo??? Go!” she got up and pulled him by his arm to make him stand up. Eric joined as well as she started pushing him closer to where you were.
“Ay, guys!” he fumbled, almost falling over when eric and liliana ditched him and ran away.
Great, just great.
Camilo straightened himself up, he met with you up close a bit longer than normal. He feels like burying himself when his cheeks reddened after you flashed a smile at him.
“Hi camilo,” you greeted, your attention fully on him now that you’ve paid for the fruits.
"Hi, do you think..." he thought about a place for a moment, "you could accompany me this evening? At the um, oh! My secret hideout, I'll show you," he stuck out a hand in front of you.
You accepted his hand, it was warm and welcoming. You liked it a lot and grinned brighter when he smiled back. He lead you into the forest, only to emerge at a small lake. It was rather beautiful, birds chirping in the sky, the wind softly blowing and the sun reflecting on the lake's water looked like natural sparkles.
You can't help but marvel at the sight, the greenery, you squeezed camilo's hand a little from excitement. Camilo chuckled at your reaction, happy that it also sent the similar feeling of joy he once felt when he first found the place.
"Come on," camilo tugged you slightly and walked nearer to the lake. He let go for a moment and climbed up a tree nearby, he dropped to the ground on his feet with a blanket in his hand. He laid the blanket down on a grass and gestured you to sit and when you did, he joined as well.
"You're excited," camilo pointed at your stretched out legs slightly bouncing, showcasing your enjoyment at the moment.
You hummed in return, the tingling red string around your pinkie wasn't helping to stop your heart from beating rapidly.
"So um," he rubbed the back of his neck, turning his head away from you, "What is something that everyone looks stupid doing?"
You snorted, "What?" a giggle following up.
"What? Im serious, what do you think it'd be?"
You hummed thinking whilst staring up at the sky, "Hmmm, I can't think of anything,"
"Really?"
"Mhm, what about you?" you turned your head to him, he was already gazing at you. The sudden eye contact made him look back down.
"Confessing, probably,"
"What kind, a murder confession, a love confession or a sin confession?"
The confused and shocked look on his face made you burst out laughing. Camilo's face softened at the sound of your laugh, the undeniable unspoken love dripping from his eyes.
"I was- I was kidding, sorry," you pat his shoulder.
It seemed that he had stared at you for too long, "Camilo?"
He scooted a little closer and leaned to you a bit, "I like you," he whispered, his voice was low yet clear. Like a wind softly hitting your skin, it gave you goosebumps and your cheeks darkened.
"Ah, of course if you don't-" he was about to pull away when you gently place a hand on his cheek; halting him from moving away, the heat radiating from his red cheeks made you chuckle.
"Ha funny," camilo said, unable to resist the urge to flicker his gaze from your eyes to your lips. You got the memo so you leaned closer, to the point your noses brushed against each other's. Camilo fluttered his eyes shut when he felt the faint touch of your lips. Thats when you pulled away from him, his lips slightly puckered and his eyes still shut closed. He felt you pulled away and blinked his eyes open, confused and upset. He habitually pouted when he saw you smirking.
You cupped his face, "I like you too camilo,"
Camilo grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him, faces just inches away, you could smell the cheerful sweet scent of an orange dancing around him. Drunk, thats how you would describe the summer fragrance made you feel. His eyes fluttered shut and his lips met yours. It was soft as silk, never would you have imagined this would happened despite knowing the both of you were fated. It was sweet, like chocolate and that won you all over again.
After what felt like hours, you both pulled away. The effects of the kiss lingered evidently on the tip of camilo's ears. Cute, his ears turns red.
You both smiled, corners of your lips reaching your eyes and the happiness made your both laugh. Camilo engulfed you into a hug and made you both lay down onto the blanket. Once the laughter died down, camilo took the chance to play with your hair, his hand running through your hair and even tying small braids here and there. The surroundings became more calmer and relaxed as your head rest on the arm he had used to hold you close, his other hand still playing with your hair. You had your eyes closed, nearly dozing off until you felt camilo shifting.
You looked up at him and he looked down, sensing your sudden movement. He removed his hand from you hair and dropped it to partially hug your waist.
"Cami, mi novio?" the giddy feeling spreading from your beating heart to the calm red string. The thread had stopped tugging and pulling, it now floats, glowing around the new pair.
"Si, tu novio," he planted a kiss on the crown of your head. Your fresh scent slapping him hard to down bad city.
"I like the sound of that," you giggled, burying your face deeper into his ruana.
"I like the sound of us too," he said before humming and his eyebrows to think, you watched him lighting up at a thought he had.
Camilo let go of you and stood up, helping you get up afterwards. You faced him, an eyebrow raised. You sensed he was up to something but he doesnt look mischievous or plotting.
He spoke first, "Hm, do you want to build a rocket with me?"
"Hm? A rocket?" you asked, clearly confused.
Camilo continued, "Yeah blast it up to the sky and we'll fly so high,"
"for what?"
"So we could meet the stars,"
You decided to go along with his alleged riddle, "But we don't know where we’re going,"
"Yeah! But if im with you, I can go anywhere so we won't get lost. So will you fly with me and escape this gravity?"
Your heart fluttered but you refused to give in, "We don't have a landing pad, that would be irresponsible right?"
"We don't need one,"
"Hm?" you hummed in question.
Camilo didnt answer, his eyes lit up and his hand slid to yours, intertwining them in the process. The warmth radiating from him put the cold wind to shame. He kissed the top of your knuckles.
"But i just need your hand,"
Oh, its finished. I did research on the kissing scene as my old ones were super bad and my only defense is that it was my first time and that is it.
i wish i could be more optimistic in the notes but tumblr didnt save the one i wrote before and the pissed me off. im also severly sleep deprived. Anyways, carlos lovers! a new carlos miniseries will be released soon so look forward to it!
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