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Yandere Camilo Madrigal

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The town of Encanto was extra energised. The bustling streets were more rowdier than ever, the children asking more questions than usual. The atmosphere screamed of excitement and a certain H/C-haired individual was living for it.

You didn't know what was causing people to be so elated but you weren't complaining. It was rather nice to watch from your window. You bet it would be even better going down there and experiencing it for yourself.

With a grin, you scurried out of your room, dashing down the stairs before pecking your mum on the cheek and opening your front door. "Bye mamí!"

"Don't forget to do your chores mija!"

With a skip in your step, you walked out into the sunny streets. Whatever was happening, Pepa must have been thrilled for it.

"Y/N!" The sudden voice coming from your right startled you enough to cause you to jump.

"Ah, José, what's up?"

"Felicidades!"

You blinked twice, an eyebrow quirking upwards not soon after.

'Felicidades'? Why was he congratulating you?

"Uh, thanks I guess?"

As he walked away to join the hustle and bustle of the streets once again, you were left standing in a bubble of confusion.

Before you had time to ponder, though, your arms were grasped by another pair and you were brought up to a lady's face.

"Felicidades, Y/N!" With that, she let go of you before taking off in another direction.

Okay, that was the second time someone had congratulated you today. Weird.

You brushed it off, maybe they were congratulating you on your work ethic or something?

"If it isn't the woman of the day!"

"Mariano?"

Sure enough, there stood Dolores' husband in all of his muscular glory.

"Y/N! I bet you're the most excited out of all of us, huh?" He smiled down at you, beaming with delight.

"Remind me what I'm excited for again?" You were so lost.

"Huh? You've forgotten so quick? You were the one telling everyone about it just the other day." It was Mariano's turn to be confused.

"I was?"

"Yeah, you were going around to almost everyone announcing it with a huge grin."

"Wait wait wait, what was I announcing?"

"That Camilo would propose to you today!"

"Lo siento... WHAT?!"

This was news to you - even though you were, apparently, the one to announce it to everyone.

"What's the matter, cuñada?"

Did he just call you-?!

"Mariano, are you 100% sure it was me going around telling everyone?"

"Who else could it have been?"

Well, you had no recollection of going around announcing your best friend would be proposing to you so, unless you were drunk out of your mind that day, it must have been Camilo posing as you.

That slimy little-.

"I should go, your future sister-in-law will have my head if I'm not back in time." His wink that followed after did nothing to soothe you.

In fact, you didn't even register his words, too busy bubbling up with fury at what the Madrigal you've known since childhood did.

With gritted teeth and eyes as narrow as a river, you made your way to Casita, the building housing the very Madrigal you were furious with.

"Felicidades, Y/N!"

"I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU, AMIGA!"

"FELICIDADES!"

"I can't believe you got so lucky! I want a man like Camilo!"

Every comment that followed after your presence only proved to further enrage you, hot lava filling your veins and steam practically pouring out of your eardrums. Your footsteps were loud and you were sure Dolores was already covering her ears (you'll apologise to her later).

Your whole demeanour screamed of anger like no other.

Casita opened its doors for you, the tiles on the floor already seemed to be shaking from fright and fear for the Madrigal you were about to flip at - yet it made no move to stop you.

"CAMILO!" Your voice was booming, demanding attention right away - attention that was not refused.

"Sí, mi amor?"

Your head tilted upwards, meeting his gaze and that signature smirk you would usually adore but now, found to be quite mocking.

Look at him, leaning against the railing at the top of the stairs so casually as if he'd done nothing wrong. The audacity of the man caused your nails to dig further into your palm, leaving crescents indented in your skin.

"WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" You made no move to lower your volume, uncaring for whether or not the other Madrigals heard you and came to investigate the commotion.

"Whatever do you mean, mi cariño?"

"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I MEAN!"

"Do I?~"

"Camilo." Your tone was stern, a contrast to his playful and mocking one. "Please explain to me why EVERYONE BELIEVES I AM BETROTHED TO YOU?!"

"Hmmm, they seem to think that because of you, amor."

"You know damn well that it wasn't me who went out onto the streets and told everyone you would propose."

"Well, it sure looked like you."

"Did it now?"

The coy behaviour of your childhood friend did not sit well with you. In fact, it only served to piss you off further.

"Camilo, I know you shapeshifted into me and went around telling everyone you would propose today."

"Woah, that's quite a big accusation you have there, cariño."

Oh, you were so sick of his bullshit.

"Don't be coy with me, Madrigal."

"How am I being coy, Madrigal?"

The audacity he had to be declaring you a Madrigal was so unbelievable.

"I am not a Madrigal."

"Not yet."

Your eye twitched, teeth grinding against each other in complete and utter agitation.

"Y/N?" Your attention was drawn away from Camilo and towards his abuela. "You're here early. Dios mío, we haven't even set up the table!"

"Señora Madrigal-!"

"Please, mija, call me abuela." She walked over to you, extending her arms so that she could cup your cheeks and bring you closer to her face. "Such a beautiful girl. Perfect for my Camilo."

Although you weren't facing the aforementioned male, you could tell he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face than ever.

"I don't know, Señora. Wouldn't calling you that be disrespectful?" Your eyes darted around, refusing to meet her own as you wondered how you would tell her that you would not, in fact, be accepting Camilo's 'proposal'.

"Nonsense, you are my soon-to-be granddaughter-in-law. You can call me abuela."

"No, you don't understand, Señora, Camilo-."

"Y/N?!" They just keep coming, don't they?

"Señora Pepa, hola."

"Please, call me mamí!" The rainbow that showed up over her head was enough to let you know that she was very excited. No wonder why the weather was so great today.

"I don't think-."

A small body crashed into your own, arms wrapping around your waist. It was Camilo's 10 year-old brother, Antonio.

"Ah, Antonio." Your arms instinctively wrapped around the boy, patting him lightly on the back as though he were your own brother.

"I'm so glad you'll finally be able to be a hermana to me!"

Okay, too many people believed Camilo would actually propose to you. He better end this practical joke of his before you end it for him.

"Camilo." You called for the male who was still leaning against the railing at the top of the stairs, watching with a smirk as his family smothered you with affection. "Are you going to tell them what you did or should I?"

"Whatever do you mean, mi vida?" He refused to let up.

With a piercing glare sent in his direction, you went through with your threat. "Camilo was the one who announced that he would be proposing to me while posing as me."

When his smirk didn't falter, you started doubting yourself. Why was he not panicking? You just told his family of his wrongdoings, he should be scared out of his mind.

"We know, mija." Pepa's casual words froze you, a slight chill going down your spine.

"Wha-what?"

Camilo's smirk only grew wider.

"We wanted to surprise you!" The innocent smile Antonio sent you caused your whole core to shiver in discomfort. Was he even aware of what he was saying? What his family were doing?

"Look." Your hands let go of Antonio as you reached out for the tablet in Señora Alma's hands.

There, you witnessed an image of you and Camilo stood under a canopy, holding each other's hands as you gazed into one another's eyes. Your attire was as clear as day, a wedding gown.

Your pupils shrank as you continued staring at the prophecy before you. It was one of Bruno's prophecies... and his prophecies always come true.

"I'm just so glad it's you that my Camilo has decided to settle down with. You are a wonderful chica, Y/N. You would make for a wonderful Madrigal." Pepa squealed, the sky seeming even more brighter than it already was.

Your eyes didn't leave the plate before you, refusing to believe that it would come to fruition. You didn't love Camilo, you never had, he was always just your mischievous best friend who managed to put a smile on your face whenever you were feeling down. This prophecy, this prediction... it can't be true.

"Do you see that, mi vida?" You almost didn't register the fact that Camilo snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and laying his head on your shoulder as he gazed down at the tablet with you. "We're perfect for each other, even fate believes it."

You trembled as your fingers grew weaker, your grip losing it's strength.

"Will you marry me?"

BONUS!

Did fate really believe you were perfect for each other?

Well, no, no it didn't. In fact, fate believed you were perfect for another guy.

But... fate could always be changed, right?

The first time Camilo asked his Tío Bruno for a prophecy regarding you did not go well.

"Who. The. Fuck is that?" He shook with rage, gripping the glass so tightly that it almost shattered under the tension.

"Sorry, kid, can't change fate. Wish I could help you out more." His Tío shrugged it off, used to the negative reactions to his visions by now.

'Can't change fate' huh? What if one of the people in said 'fate' just... magically disappeared?

Camilo's frown contorted into a smirk, malicious intent practically radiating off of him.

"Nothing's impossible though, right Tío?"

"CAMILO!"

The flutter of his heart told him exactly who called out his name.

"Sí, mi cariño?" He turned around with his signature playful smile resting on his face, his cheeks tinted by the slightest bit - as they always do when he spoke to you.

"Did you hear about Andreás? He went missing the other day."

"Really?" Had he been a little less good at acting, you probably would have noticed his surprise was not genuine.

"It's such a shame, he was such a sweet boy. I really was starting to befriend him." Camilo saw the way your lips tugged down into a frown. He couldn't help but feel even more anger towards the topic of the conversation, how dare he bring a frown upon your beautiful face?

"It really is such a shame."

Such a shame that he didn't kill that rodent sooner.

"Would you look at that. The prophecy's changed. Good for you, kid!"

The feeling of utter satisfaction flooded through him as he gazed down at the picture displayed in his hands.

There we go, just as he wanted. He just needed to help fate out a little.

Translations:

Mamí = mum Felicidades = congratulations cuñada = sister-in-law lo siento = sorry mi amor = my love mi cariño = my sweet mi vida = my life sí = yes tío = uncle abuela = grandma chica = girl

In case you couldn't tell, this takes place 5 years after the movie.

Idk if any1's even into Encanto anymore lmao.

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cahmilo · 2 years

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hiii!! if requests are open could i get a carlos madrigal and reader fic where someone insults camilo and he gets into a fight with them(wins ofc). Pepa is lecturing him and asks him why he beat someone up agAiN but he doesnt reply but reader (who was there when the fight started) tells her the reason and everyones like ooh you protected your brother knew you love us🥰. Maybe she helps him clean his wounds or sumn and they confess at the end?? Thanks!!

How he loves – carlos m.

pairing: carlos madrigal x female reader

genre: fluff

summary: when it comes to violence in the community, carlos madrigal is always the first name to put the blame on. the boy was a troublemaker, often found in the worst situations possible. one day it’s happened again but for this time, you never expected the reason why until you confronted him.

warning: mentions of blood and violence and injuries

If someone were to ask you who Carlos Madrigal is, immediately your answer would tick them off. It's different. Among the numerous whispers of the town stood the one unanimous description of Carlos being the pessimistic and coldest member of the Madrigal family. To the outside, that's how people perceive him. With his half-lidded blank face, everyone saw him as intimidating and mysterious. But for someone who has been his long-time friend ever since, you saw him differently.

He wasn't cold, he just doesn't speak. He wasn't mean, he just doesn't point out or compliment someone else. Albeit it took you by surprise that he somehow managed to tolerate you being with him almost all the time, you wouldn't ask for anything else. You knew Carlos had a heart of gold because even if he barely shows it, you can tell through the lining of the gestures he tries to do in the most often weird and unexpected ways, such as being overly protective for others in an aggressive manner.

That's just how he loves.

But Carlos was rather, violent when it comes to that matter. It only contributed to the 'cold persona' everyone put on him due to that. It was something he couldn't help, he tends to show his emotions in a tactile manner and when it comes to his negative emotions, it wouldn't end well.

One fine day you were with Carlos outside on the streets, having no pressure but to just stroll around and catch up with conversation. Carlos had his hands inside the pockets under his ruana while you were strolling beside him, hands on your back as you stared at your footsteps while walking through. Two of you were aimlessly walking around town listening to the loud chatters of the busy village.

You two stopped to your tracks to see Camilo, Carlos' twin brother. He was walking alone in the opposite direction and you instantly ran to him.

"Camilo!!" You exclaimed happily. Camilo's face turned into a rather dull smile at the sight of you and Carlos.

"Hey!" He greeted back. As a force of habit, you playfully shoved him lightly but you were taken aback when he suddenly winced when your hand made contact to his shoulder. Your eyes slightly widened at his reaction.

"What were you doing?" Carlos asked when he eventually approaches two of you.

"Oh, nothing. I just-", Camilo stuttered. "- I just need to uhh- do errands! Be right back!"

Camilo suddenly put a hand on top of his shoulder as he ran away to the opposite direction, leaving you and Carlos baffled at his weird behavior. For sure, he was an odd one but this time something felt off.

"Am I the only one who thinks something is wrong?" You turned to Carlos. He slightly squinted his eyes at you and pursed his lips.

"He seemed in pain when you punched him. Maybe he got injured?"

"Yeah but you know him. If he gets injured it's usually at something dumb and we'd be the first ones he would tell about it"

Carlos hummed as he looked deep in thought. You were right. Camilo would get hurt over something so dumb that he ends up laughing about it. But this time, he seemed injured at a place he didn't want to talk about, which was the only reason two of you found odd. The fact that he even ran away from the two of you as if he's avoiding further questioning only fueled the confusion on you and Carlos. He took his hands out of his pockets and patted his maroon ruana when he glanced at the direction Camilo just came from.

"Maybe something happened..."

"Should we go check it out, Carlos?"

"You ask me as if there's anything else interesting that we could do."

—

So, there you two were, re-tracing Camilo's steps like the nosy friend and brother you and Carlos are. He only trailed by, seeming like he had no interest but just wanted to join you. You two hid in the small alley behind the large houses the moment you heard whispering from a group of people. Instinctively, you pulled Carlos by his hand and brought him closer to you to squat down and hide. He widened his eyes when he almost stumbled to you. He got off from his trance and followed your trail of sight.

"Is that- "

"Tiago and his minions" Carlos muttered, gritting his teeth as he did so.

If you think Carlos was the worst, then Tiago was levels deep below hell. He was a menace in a bad way, he and his friends always being together and causing trouble for the entire village. Carlos hated him in a bad extent, most often the two of them would be found fighting each other if given the chance to be in the same place with one another. This time, you expected it to happen again if things escalate for the worst. You and Carlos eavesdropped on their conversations.

"Dude, Camilo was a weakling. He couldn't even hit me back"

"No way! You thought he'd be like Carlos but it's not the case apparently"

"Yeah, dude's all rainbows and butterflies to handle the real world. Beat him up to a pulp he almost cried like a coward."

You gasp as a hand landed on your mouth. A turn of your head and you saw Carlos with the worst look you wanted him to have. His eyes held piercing glares at Tiago's direction, his lips almost bleeding from the intensity of him biting it. His hands that held yours were clenched tightly, the other was already fisted veins were popping out from the back of his palm.

"Carlos" You whispered. It didn't make him look at you, he was more focused on the sharp look he was giving to Camilo's group of bullies.

Carlos suddenly stood up, almost blowing his cover. You immediately pulled him back but he resisted.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Proving them wrong."

You sat back down stunned even though you expected this to happen. With a swift turn, Carlos shapeshifted into Camilo and ran to the bullies, immediately sending a harsh punch at Tiago making him stumble. It took them by surprise when 'Camilo' suddenly charged at them but nevertheless returned the favor by punching him back, Carlos easily blocked it with ease using his forearm as he sent another punch to Tiago's friends at the back where they least expected it. Unfortunately, since Carlos was overpowered by two more men, one got a punch on him making him stumble and unconsciously shapeshift back to himself.

"We knew it's you, Carlos. Your brother is too much of a wuss to- " Carlos interrupted one of Tiago's friends by sending him another jab to the face. He yelled in anger as he kept throwing fists all over the place, letting his emotions bring out the worst of him.

You couldn't handle it anymore. You wanted to stop the fight but there was no way you could stop a raging Carlos. If you were to stop them, you would probably get one of their punches too. Despite Carlos being one against three, he was beating them up with ease. Tiago and his friends were no match for him, Carlos was easily throwing punches and kicks here and there that it almost made you feel bad for the bullies.

It went on for longer and it started to made you worried. Carlos was winning. yes, but this fight was one of the worst he's ever been in. Before you were able to fully think of a plan to stop them, Luisa comes in to the mess and all the boys freeze at her. Dolores must have heard it all unravel and called for Luisa. With ease she easily slid through and grabbed Carlos who looked too victorious to complain. She gave the other boys a piercing glare and immediately they ran away to the other direction.

Luisa saw you as she carried Carlos and pointed her lips to the Casita, telling you to catch up with them. You trailed along in silence, seeing that Luisa (and most likely the rest of the Madrigals) is disappointed yet again to see Carlos in another fight.

—

Like clockwork, thunder immediately strikes the moment the door to Casita opens. Luisa walks in beside you and sets Carlos down in front of his mother, Pepa who already has her arm crossed and eyebrows furrowed. Her face had yet another annoyed expression that further fueled the dark clouds gathering above.

"What did I tell you about being violent again?" She asked sternly.

Carlos sighed with a dour expression. "Not do it"

"And what happened this time?"

"I did it."

You held back a chortle and turned around to face the other way as you tried not to laugh. Carlos was yet again being a pain in the ass at the wrong place and you just happened to get caught off-guard. In an attempt to cover your laughter, you coughed nervously with wide eyes and scrambled away to the kitchen to get a snack but mainly to leave the two to further argue with each other and for the rest of the family to see.

The distance between the common area and the kitchen wasn't that long so you still snooped in on their business like the nosy friend you are. You saw Camilo soon approach them, now all healed and okay but had a look of shock when he saw his twin brother in a far worse state. For some reason Carlos refused to eat an arepa to heal himself, only taking the blow as of now to not let Pepa get even more enraged. She was going on and off about what she had told him before and obviously Carlos wasn't listening. He simply nodded and blinked his eyes repeatedly which made her even more furious.

"Can you at least give us the reason why you went out to beat people again?" Pepa yelled, having enough of Carlos' attitude. Carlos only stared at the floor, probably thinking of an excuse.

"People were bullying Camilo" You said all the way from the other side. Everyone in the room turned their eyes at you, even Carlos himself. You leaned on to the wall in a nonchalant manner and took a bite of your arepa. "It was Tiago and his minions, Carlos beat them up like a badass."

You stared blankly at Carlos, slightly raising an eyebrow to further provoke him but his lips stay pursed shut. Pepa on the other hand, toned down the arch on her eyebrows and gradually had a soft look to her face. It was an emotion you couldn't decipher, of course. Mothers would always love seeing their children being protective of each other— but not like this.

"You protected me?" Camilo asked him in a teasing manner. Now that he's all healed and well, he was now the one to have a smug look in his face. "You totally love me, hermano"

"Shut up" Carlos retorted. It only left you half-laughing at the two bantering. It went back-and-forth until they got interrupted by Pepa yet again.

"Can't help it, my twin brother is protective for me!"

"I'll beat you up like they did"

"Aw, is that how you love?"

"Fu-"

"Stop it you two! Carlos, I'll deal with you later!" She yelled, dusting her skirt and swatting away the dark cloud at her seeming as if she had to leave to do something else. The dark clouds slowly became lighter and the chatter slowly died down as Pepa murmured lectures on her children while also fanning herself to calm down. It was a sight worth to see. But the yell of your name caught you in a trance midway through your bite of the arepa.

"Y/N!"

"Yeah?" You asked her, slowly walking towards her direction. Pepa eyed you sternly before pointing her lips back to Carlos.

"Can you clean him up? He refused to be healed and I thought that he would listen to you"

You rolled your eyes when Carlos scoffs at you.

"I'll make sure he does"

—

Soon enough after the stress and dark clouds from Pepa has subsided, Carlos led you to his room, unwillingly. He just didn't want another thunderstorm therefore he complied with his mother's requests and braced himself for your part of the scolding. He expected yet another lecture from you, but it didn't happen. Carlos instead wondered why you were offering him your half-eaten arepa.

"Just take a bite." You calmly said to him, scooting closer to the edge of the bed so sit beside him.

"No"

"Do it or I'll press the crap out of your wounds"

"Fine"

Carlos sighed in defeat. He only stared at you, waiting for something to happen. It was at this moment you knew he was gonna be petty from the smug look in his face.

"I'm not feeding you"

"Then I'm not eating" Carlos nonchalantly fought back.

He was starting to get on your nerves and Carlos knew how pissed you would be if he manages to succeed. But you didn't let it happen. Looking at his broken nose and scratches all over the place, you decided to let him win for this time. The moment you held your arepa towards him, Carlos grinned cockily and took a bite from the snack. Julieta's magic gift healed his wounds instantly, but it doesn't fix the blood stains all over him. When Carlos was busy looking at his wounds slowly healing, you stood up to get a moist towel.

"Why aren't you getting mad at me?" You heard Carlos ask from behind you. By assumption you could tell he was bored after his injuries faded.

"Should I be?" You asked in return, still wringing the towel from the table as to not make it too wet that it'll spread more stains on the fabric.

Silence. You turned your head to the back to take a glance at Carlos. He had his head down, the mess of his curls covering his face making you unable to read his expression. With a soft sigh you brought the cloth with you as you went back to sit beside him again.

"You know-" You trailed off to catch his attention, but to no avail. Carlos didn't budge to even look at you. An idea suddenly popped into your head as you slithered your hand under his arm and took him by the hand, leading Carlos' hand to your lap as you started wiping the blood smeared all over it.

"-I admired how you took the blame and protected Camilo." You continued to speak and then paused to look at his face. Carlos was staring at you with a blank look, his eyes fixated on yours. It took a bit of time for you to let out a small smile on your face and your heart fluttered when you saw a little bit of spark that brightened his eyes as his lips slowly curled up. You looked away to continue wiping his arm and cutting the silence.

"It's nice to see that there's still love in you somewhere despite you showing it in a violent way. But they don't get it, that's just how you love."

You heard Carlos sigh from beside.

"There has been in a while. Much more love than just with my family, I-" He sighed yet again, taking a deep inhale to control his breathing. "- just don't know how to show it"

"What do you mean 'more love'?" You asked him.

You looked up to Carlos, confused on what he was trying to say. Carlos blinked hard before he took yet another sigh and motioned his lips to point at his hand resting atop yours. You followed his trail of sight and the next move he did brought you out of breath. Carlos slowly interlocked his fingers with yours, holding it tight as if he were afraid to let go. Your heart paced rapidly and the heat travelling up to your cheeks only made it hard for you to regain your composure right beside him.

"I didn't beat them up that hard just because of Camilo. Tiago also talked bad crap about you to his friends. I know it wasn't supposed to end that badly but I just couldn't stand when people like them get away with ease as if they did nothing wrong"

You gasped and gripped his hand tighter, your fingers lightly tapping the calloused and bruised skin of Carlos' knuckles. He no longer winced since it was healed, but it would take time for the scarring to fade completely. At this time, you were the one that went silent, waiting for Carlos to continue.

"I'm sorry. Shouldn't have stressed you and mami this much" He muttered softly which grabbed your attention. You shook your head indicating a 'no' and let go of his hand to face him better. You moved your legs from the edge of the bed and brought it up, sitting cross legged across him.

"You don't have to be sorry for protecting the ones you love, Carlos. It's nature for you to do so. The others may see you as mean and violent but to me, you're much more than that. That's just how you love."

Carlos took in the sight of you with a frown in his face. After you flipped the towel to a cleaner side, you slowly brought it up to his face to clean the blood stains all over him. You gently landed your palm on his forehead and combed away the curls that covered it. From his forehead to the blood pooling in his cupid's bow, you made sure to wipe it all clean to admire his features better.

"You're too good for me, Y/N. I don't deserve you"

"Shut up you idiot. You're fine just the way you are-" You paused. "- but maybe, we can work on fixing your rough love language for a little bit"

You joked with a small smile that made Carlos chuckle. He brought his hand up to hold your wrist while you were cleaning his face and stared deep into your eyes, taking you aback. You playfully glared at his cunning nature, making him break eye contact and let out a light hearty laugh that made your stomach do somersaults from the raspy- tone of his voice.

While still wiping away the mess in his face, you hummed a small song as a force of habit and it made Carlos' heart flutter. You had a soothing voice and it did calm him down for a little bit, until he remembered something. You looked up to him and the sudden frown on Carlos' face made your eyes go soft. You two knew how much of a challenge this could be as soon as it sunk in. Carlos wasn't good in romance and you can tell from being his long time friend. But maybe, being his friend also brought you chances on how to love him better.

To reassure the guy, you cupped his face and brought him closer to you. Your thumbs lightly brushed against his freckled cheeks that were now clear of blood stains. With a swift move you lightly kissed the tip of his nose to seal a promise. A promise that may take a while, but a promise that you would be willing to practice on until your last breath in time.

"Be with me and I'll teach you how I love, Carlos."

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tinyevelyn · 4 months

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guys. i have something to confess.

i have been hiding away my own fictional crush bc i think it's weird to like a side character from a movie that came out 2 years ago. and now it's his birthday (28 dec).

ive been waiting more than a month to share this so fuck it and here's the boi:

(this a horrible drawing of him but i did my best😭)

this is also the answer to this post ye, this was the fandom.

im tagging @mjtheartist04 and @hypocriticaltypwriter bc those two inspired me to be brave and cringe about what i like, they are awesome ppl!

thank you for putting up with my bs to actually read this

#tiny rambles #tiny art #art #camilo #camilo madrigal #random #i did do little complaints abt not having a f/o recently #it was bc i lost interest in him for a while #but i saw a cool edit and read sum oneshots on wattpad sooo #ye

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impossiblefangirl0632 · 2 years

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Midnight Mischief: Milk Edition

Camilo crept through the courtyard, out the door, and down the hill into town with full confidence in his plan.

This was a great idea. No questions. None whatsoever.

Except…

He didn't know if he could actually pull it off by himself.

Now usually his pranks were an easy one-man show. How could they not when he could be literally anyone?

But the fact of the matter was he needed an accomplice for this one. Not even he could be in two places at once.

The problem was finding someone who'd help him.

He stopped walking.

Maybe he should have thought about this before he snuck out.

The obvious answer was Antonio but there was no way he was risking his parent’s wrath by taking Antonio on a 2 am prank excursion

Mirabel then? Camilo pursed his lips. Maybe…

“Camilo.”

Now, don’t let Bruno lie to you, Camilo Madrigal did NOT scream when Bruno snuck up on him. He totally did

But to be fair you would have too if your uncle with a penchant for mischief and a pair of glowing green eyes snuck up on you in the middle of the night.

“Tio!” Camilo wheezed, “Don’t DO that!”

Bruno just snickered, “Ah Sobrino, that’ll never get old.”

Camilo glared at him.

Well, there went that plan. He was in so much trouble.

But, never one to give up easily Camilo stalled for time. “So…” He adopted a casual tone, that oozed I’ve done nothing wrong, everything about this is completely normal. “What brings you out tonight hmm?”

Bruno raised an eyebrow, which only made him look eerier. Camilo really wished he wouldn’t use his eyes as a flashlight. Actually, now that he thought about it that was probably why 6-year-old him had formed the opinion that Bruno was some sort of boogeyman.

Bruno shrugged, nonchalant. “Oh, you know, just checking up on my trouble maker Sobrino, gotta find out if he has a good excuse for sneaking out at 2 am. It’s important information when deciding whether or not to tell his madre—”

Camilo broke character, panicking “Don’t tell her! Please! This is, this isn’t a normal prank it’s—”

Bruno’s faux serious expression broke and he laughed. “Ay, Milo, I’m not going to tell Pepa. I’m here to help you.”

Camilo opened his mouth to argue before processing his uncle’s words. “Wait, help me? You don’t even know what I’m doing.”

“Ohhh, so you’re not trying to drive all of Señor Hernández’s cows into the donkeys' favorite spot, ie the middle of town, meanwhile putting the donkeys in the pasture where they’ll be incredibly annoying to gather up again. And of course, all of this definitely isn’t to give him an exaggerated taste of his own medicine because it’s Luisa’s day off tomorrow and wayward animals don’t count as an emergency so he’ll have to round them all up by himself.”

Camilo blinked.

“How did you— Wait no, stupid question.” Camilo brightened immediately, his trademark mischievous grin slid smoothly back into place. “If you saw it then it works!”

A matching grin spread across Bruno’s face. If his sisters had seen it they would have groaned and told the unfortunate soul he was planning on wreaking havoc on to run for the hills. But then again Bruno never did anything that wasn’t deserved so maybe not.

He schooled his face back into Serious Adult. “Exactly. But. The terms of me not telling Pepa are that we have to actually milk the cows. Hernández isn’t going to do it while he’s panicking and it’s not good for them if they don’t get milked.”

Camilo scrunched up his face but didn’t argue. That was… fair. But, “Do you even know how to milk a cow?”

Bruno gave him a deadpan look. “Kid, we were refugees with nothing, it took roughly 20 years for the Encanto to get to any sort of comfortable stability. When I was your age milking cows was something I could do to be useful that didn’t involve visions or people.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…” Bruno clapped his hands together. “Right, well, let’s go teach an incompetent rancher the importance of fixing his fences.”

In the morning when a panicked Señor Hernández banged on Casita’s door to request Luisa’s help Camilo took great pleasure in not so politely informing him that it was actually Luisa’s day off and maybe he should work on keeping better track of his animals.

And if the exhausted duo (who knew getting cows to move would be so HARD) had been forcibly put to work by a knowing Julieta to use up the abundance of milk they’d brought home, well, that was something that would just have to be kept in the family.

#encanto milk day #encanto fanfic #encanto ficlet #encanto oneshot #does this count as a crack fic?#Didn't think I was gonna participate in milk day but then I had this idea #so here we are #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #my fic

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sansxfuckyou · 1 year

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Me, Myself and I (she's not real, it's not true)

Summary: Your gift is a curse, is it even yours? Or is it simply being passed from person to person, you don't even know what you like anymore; just a curly haired teen? A giddy child? A confused girl who can't get out? In essence, they're all you, everyone is.

Warnings: Identity Crisis, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: Watched Encanto again, forgot how much angst potential was packed into this boy, convinced to actually write it by @sobredunia who has the magic touch when it comes to making me write shit, and the direction I was going with the gender bit was less on the transgender end of the spectrum, but more of the, what you could've been end of the spectrum, reblogs are always appreciated.

You look in a mirror, you don't know what you see.

You don't know who you see, every morning it's different, 'me myself and I' the therapist said; the therapist is wrong.

You're not her, you're not it- you're not Mira, you're not Camilo, you are Camilo, but Camilo is not needed, like Mira.

You aren't needed, Abuela is needed, Pepa is needed, Julieta is needed, even Bruno is needed; but you aren't, who you can become is what's really needed. You'll be given a list of everyone elses chores, and you'll do them under the guise it really is Mira playing with the neighbor kids, it really is Julieta washing the dishes even though it never is.

It's you, it's you, it always has been you. Has it really?

Felix gives you chores, you, she, it, 'me, myself and I,' one of whatever exists within will do it, but all of it is you, and none of her is you; you've lost yourself. If yourself even exists underneath the never ending life of lies you uphold for The Family Madrigal, for The Encanto and for the love and respect of those you hold so dearly despite knowing they only need you for what you can be- not for what you are.

And each morning you know it to be truer and truer as you look in the mirrors, none of them reflect you anymore, they only reflect what you're supposed to be, meant to mimic. The local seamstress, a mother in need, anyone and everyone but you, and then there are faces you don't recognize from the town, and faces that aren't human.

You see yourself, eyes emerald, hair curly, frame thin, everything so close to the same except for the fact you aren't wearing what you always do; you're wearing a dress that you've memorized. The top piece is white, the sleeves are short, the waist has a sash with chameleon sigils, the skirt is sunflower yellow, and you look so good in that dress, but she isn't you (Is she, was she supposed to be?). In another mirror you see a distorted child, crouching down to be at eye level, pressing hands together, knowing it is you, it was you, knowing it could still be you; grinning and failing the family so blissfully. You tell the child everything will be fine, nothing will go wrong and too never stop smiling despite knowing that child has a future that will change it forever for the worse- and the child can only stare at you, knowing its fate despite being so young.

This room, this cell, and this prison is all yours, everyone of the Family Madrigal resides in it, its everyones all at once, yet Casita doesn't treat them like prisoners. You know its not on purpose, you know your gift reflects in your room, you're far too aware of the fact that no matter how many mirrors you smash you're only making more. Shards of broken glass swept up as glass reforms, pulls together, lets you to see into your soul and to see nothing left but a hollow vessel that's bursting at the seams with how much of nothing fills it. It's just you, whatever components of what you really are left over, that's what there is, the girl, the child and you, she's not real, it isn't the truth.

You, Camilo Madrigal, the shapeshifter who makes everyone smile, have an empty purpose because they don't want you, and you know it chips at your self esteem every time you think that, but its true, its true, its true. Nobody needs Camilo, they need everyone but you, you're everyone but Camilo at this point, you fill roles when they can't be there to do it themselves.

'Me, myself and I,' you'll never know them, not if they never existed in a way you could understand.

You're just a chameleon, but a chameleon knows itself.

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Waking up, you find yourself not even bothering to glance in the mirrors, none of them show what you think is you, nor will they ever because you don't exist. Why should you exist if no one wants you around, you're just a fun-house mirror that shows everyone what they want to see, and no one wants to see you anymore.

Breakfast is slow, you stay quiet, giving your two cents here and there like you always do, dread sinking in even further because breakfast is almost over and you haven't asked you of anything. You refrain from grabbing seconds, you'll get in trouble if you do that, you simply stay seated and wait for Abuela to give you a chore as she lists off tasks for everyone, skipping over you. Luisas dealing with the donkeys, Isabella has to help a farmer, Mirabel is babysitting a group of kids, and you're left without anything to do.

"Abuela?" You pipe up, tone firm, tone sharp, tone unwavering, you've become used to picking and choosing your favorite parts of everyones voices.

"Yes Camilo?" Abuela asked, turning to you.

"What about my job?" You ask, fork migrating to Dolores plate, she doesn't seem to notice as you nab some of her food.

"You don't have one today, theirs nothing the town needs from you right now," Abuela answered with, cracks in your vessel spread as she confirmed your fears, you refrained from tearing up.

"Okay, what should I do than?" You ask, unable to help the pleading tone in your voice, guidance direction, you don't know much of what you're supposed to do when theirs nothing your gift can do for you, for everyone else.

"You should help Bruno for the day," Dolores said, perfectly repressing her expressions, the Madrigal in question perked up at the mention of his name.

"Lovely idea, Dolores," Abuela said, smiling softly as she stood, everyone else following suite and filtering out of Casita, Bruno swift in his attempt to leave, you followed like an orphan duckling, still unaware of who Bruno needed for the job.

And so you followed Bruno, patiently waiting for instruction as you scaled stair after stair, he was simply mumbling to himself. The top of the stairs was to say the least, the most welcoming sight of the week, you took a seat. It was weird, doing anything and being yourself, whatever part of yourself you liked to reflect, and you weren't sure if you liked it.

"So, Tío Bruno, who do you need on the job?" You asked, stretching out your arms a little bit.

"Ah, you followed me up here, of course you did, I don't need help, but you can help if you want to," Bruno said, you quirked a brow.

"Okay, but, who do you want on the job?" You asked again, changing your words ever so slightly, this man, one generation before you, surely understood the question.

"I want you too help me drain my Vision Cave of sand so I have somewhere to give visions," Bruno said again, adding more information, you still didn't understand it entirely.

"Right, so... Luisa?" You asked, shifting your form to your older cousin Luisa, Bruno groaned.

"No, guess again," Bruno said, you shifted to Mira, he shook his head, Isabella, he shook his head, Dolores or Tonito, two shakes of the head, you give up.

"Just tell me who you want help from so I can help," you practically begged, unable to just trust that anyone out there could want your help, not someone elses.

"Come back once you figure it out, and bring a broom, there is a lot of sand up here," Bruno said, pivoting on one foot before heading further into the cave, his rats following close in line, leaving you alone, "talk to Julieta, she might be able to help."

You tried to stutter out a response, but nothing wanted to come out no matter whose voice you picked. So stubbornly, you turned to leave, pivoting on foot like Bruno, huffing a bit as you started on your trek back down all those fucking stairs.

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You're panting when you make it to the kitchen, finding your Tía Julieta prepping a meal, she takes note of your existence by calling you over. You follow, gripping the edge of the counter for support, legs numb and shaking, a bruise here and there from when you tripped, a small cut on your face. Julieta hands you an arepa, fresh off the heat, you take it gratefully, trying to eat slowly despite how tempted you are to just wolf it down; be polite, don't be crass, you wipe your hands down on a stray towel.

"Aren't you working with Bruno, sobrino?" Julieta asked, turning to face the food on the counter, back to prep work, but you know she's at least half listening.

"He sent me off when I couldn't guess who he needed for the job, I have to bring him a broom soon," you explained, nibbling away at the morsel in your hands, delicious as always, "he said you might be able to help me figure it out."

"I don't know how much help I can be, but I'll try sobrino," Julieta said, flipping a few of the arepas on the stove before turning to you.

"He just kept saying that he wanted my help, not someone elses, which is not only estúpido, but confusing, no one wants my help, they just want copies," you explained, hoping that Julieta could even attempt to get it, to make sense of what Bruno was saying, she didn't respond right away.

"Well, Camilo, have you considered he could actually want your help?" Julieta asked gently, you gave a tilted look before responding.

"No ones wanted my help since I was five, all everyone has ever wanted in this town is everyone elses help when they can't be around, no one wants my help Tía Julieta," you explained, her expression sunk a bit, you spoke again before she could try and comfort you, "I know everyone in this town better than myself, I could be your perfect pal, be everyone in this town, but it'll never be me."

"Camilo, that's not true," Julieta said, you raised a brow at her, as though waiting for her justification for such a bold statement, "it feels that way, but we do want you around, we promise."

"This isn't even me, I look in a mirror and I don't know who I see, it's not me I know that much, I see what I'm supposed to be, what everyone needs, and no one needs me," you unraveled, trying to make it clear, trying to make your Tía understand, she wouldn't get it though, no ones gift was a curse in the same way yours was, "I don't even know why I'm telling you this, you aren't even mamá."

"That's because you're supposed to be everyone, you are everyone, you're one of the strings that keep this village held together, more so than some of the other Madrigals; you're a mirror," Julieta explained, trying to comfort your case of mistaken identity, your case of just not knowing anymore, "thank you for telling me."

"That's the problem, I'm the mirror, the truest mirror in town, and because of that, no mirror can reflect myself back at me, mirrors just show me everyone else I'm meant to reflect- I'm no chameleon, just a piece of broken glass," you said, pace hastening, heartrate picking up, digging deeper into your twisted psyche of never knowing what they'll need but knowing it won't be you, Camilo Madrigal.

"Stay here, watch the arepas," Julieta instructed, you nodded before she left, snagging a second arepa, regretting not having eaten enough this morning.

Her footsteps receded further and further until you couldn't hear her anymore, leaving you to yourself to stare at your own broken reflection of a curly haired girl in a dress looking back at you from the flattop. You smiled a little bit, you liked her, the child started to look back at you next, you had to refrain from holding out a hand to it like you always did, not wanting to get that many burns. Soon enough their reflections faded out, what you could've been and what you were, leaving only you behind; footsteps, rapid footsteps, you looked up to find Pepa clearly distressed, carrying a small hailstorm with her.

One moment your getting ready to say high the next you're no longer on the ground and the air is being squeezed from your lungs by Pepa, and you wish you were confused as to why. She doesn't let go, even why you try to nudge away, hail stinging as it hits, like ice against your neck, and she's crying a little bit. You know exactly why, Julieta told her everything, hail turns to a drizzle and she doesn't notice.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry we let you feel like that," Pepa sobbed out, continuing on in a similar fashion as she let you down, using her forearm to wipe her tears.

"No, mamá, it's perfectly fine, deep breathes," you said, trying to reassure her and ease her frayed nerves in one go, somehow managing one of the two.

"It's not fine, Abuela caused this, she let everyone use you, I'm so sorry Camilo," Pepa said, sniffling a little bit as the rain cloud started to fade just barely.

"Mamá, I promise you, everything is okay," you said, she gave a questioning look, you nodded a little bit.

"I'll make sure the rest of the familia knows," Pepa said, already determined to make sure her boy could smile earnestly once again, you shook your head.

"Please don't, it's fine if they don't need my help," you said, she went to speak again, you spoke first, "I don't want them to worry."

"Alright, I won't tell anyone except for Bruno," Pepa said, pulling you in for one more hug before turning to leave you alone with your reflection again.

And when you looked at it, looked at the hollow reflection, you saw a part of yourself you always did, the two looked a little bit better though; a bit more alive. You didn't know why they looked healthier, you weren't sure if you ever would be able to perceive your 'me, myself and I' the way everyone else does, but it doesn't matter. They don't looks so forlorn, and the childs distortion has begun to fade and its just a little bit of your own miracle.

You smile and wave as though they're separate people.

And you see the you that everyone else does smiling and waving back at you, colors stuck in sepia and grayscale, distortion strong- but it's you.

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imperfectperfectionist31 · 1 year

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Identity theft is not a joke

Context:

Luka somehow got Camilo's gift (This is just an excuse to write angst and pinning)

- This is a one shot out of many that are just sitting on my notes collecting dust so I plan to one by one post them to showcase my work and what my writing looks like. Luka Cortez is my oc and main fic is on my pinned post.

Warning/s:

- electrocution by lightning and some swearing

- I headcanon that Pepa's lightning isn't deadly as much as a small zap, but bigger ones like her actual storms may be a bit dangerous to normal folks

It was funny, really. Unexpected but funny

Luka never thought upon waking up that he would be struck with a stray lightning bolt straight to the head the very first thing he stepped foot on the threshold of his best friend's house to have a relaxing, no-nonsense day.

Apparently, the fates said "fuck your plans" and went all Zeus on him. His 17 days without inconvenience dropped down to zero again.

He woke up again to find some of the Madrigal members surrounding him on a bed, a wrapped bandage around his head, and Pepa Madrigal babbling apologies with a darkening cloud looming over the room. He immediately tried to reassure her to quell in the growing storm cloud and the small hurricane in the room.

It was embarrassing at some point since they probably watched his unconscious body plop down to the floor and twitching from the aftershocks.

But the hours that followed were compensation, for somehow he got a gift! Camilo's gift, to be exact. Apparently, he had gotten struck too, but it still didn't explain how he got the gift, for it was just a theory. The rest of the Madrigals are in a state of confusion too, but hey. He survived a lightning bolt straight to the head and gained powers on the same day.

He paused on the way to the second floor when he saw a mirror just at the top of the stairs. With growing delight, he gets to see himself as a different person.

Mirabel.

His abuelo.

Isabela.

Leta.

He had fun the whole day when he showed off his own impersonation skills. He gets to feel what it's like to be dramatic as Camilo and prank as many people as possible. And generally, having fun at the same time was a bonus. But he felt something was missing.

He thought about it and realized he hadn't actually seen Carlos all day. Where could he have gone to?

Luka looked up at the mirror and immediately scared himself shitless when Carlos appeared, copying his movements. It appears he apparently shifted to Carlos subconsciously.

"Woah..."

He studied his face closely as he brushed his bangs away. Russet brown eyes that sometimes looked like red when the light hit his eyes and a constellation of freckles sat all over his face beautifully. There are three distinct moles under his left eye. Brown curls bounce in movement every time he moves.

A bewildered expression shows on Carlos' face (Luka's face?). He steps closer and understands why half of the girls in town vy for his attention despite being an asshole (he too has fallen victim to it too, not to lie). He has the Madrigal genes that made him so unfairly attractive and somehow the I-could-care-less attitude SHOULD have been a repellant but nooooo.

Luka had the dumbest decision to actually look at him and find that he's not so bad as they made him out to be and the rare moments of softness he had the courtesy to see made him lose all critical thinking skills, because here he is unabashedly staring at the mirror for who knows how long, like a damn weirdo.

Luka ignored that thought for now, because this might be an opportunity he wouldn't ever get again.

He raised his hands (Carlos'?) and saw hands that were rough and showed signs of someone who did not mind hard work. Flexing and unflexing, turning and unturning. He's mesmerized by such hands; long digits perfect for guitar or piano; and he sees a mole by the middle finger.

Huh. Neat.

Luka clasped his hands and was surprised to feel the warmth of his hands. So different to his original hands, which are in-between cold and barely warm.

He looks back at the mirror and freezes.

The reflection looking back had a lovestruck look in its face; brows in a relaxed manner, cheeks tinted red, rich brown eyes that held a soft longing look, and an expression set in an open vulnerability.

It was so...surreal. Seeing such a look coming from Carlos, even if he's aware that he's the one wearing his skin.

He realized that this could be the closest he could get to seeing it aimed at him.

And isn't that such a thought?

He didn't stray his eyes away as he placed his hands (Carlos'?...) to his face. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to just feel. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes tightly enough and hoped. For a brief moment, he hoped that it was Carlos' own hands. Carlos' own warmth holding Luka's face.

For one brief moment, he allowed himself to dream that if he opened his eyes, Carlos would be there looking and holding him tenderly instead.

The thought almost made him tear up.

"What are you doin-." "SANTA MARIA, MOTHER OF GRACE."

He whirls around quickly while shifting in-between people until he shifts to himself. Carlos stood a few feet away, looking at him weirdly.

Well, fuck.

He clutches his chest where his rapidly beating heart sounds like it's going to burst through with shock.

"Would you STOP doing that?"

"What the fuck were you doing?" Carlos rebuttals.

"Nothing!" he said, a little too loud for his taste judging by the other's annoyed look. "I wasn't doing anything."

"Talk to me with your own face idiota." Carlos tsked. "Cloudy's face isn't going to get you out of trouble, you tonto."

He thinks he's Camilo? Oh, right, he doesn't know Luka have his brother's gift.

Switching to Camilo, he tried to be casual. "I was, uh, acting—yeah! Acting. Doing that. Ya know? For funsies. And some play. I wasn't doing anything weird. Not at all... bro."

He internally cringes as his mind screams at him, on what the fuck is he doing. He was doing well impersonating Camilo a few hours ago. Now he's here acting so unnaturally.

Carlos looked at him with a brow raised that said, "Really?" Luka (Camilo) looks back with an awkward smile that's too forced.

A few seconds passed before Carlos relented. "Whatever. I've got actual important things to do than this conversation. Don't turn into me again. You know how much I hate that." With that, he descends the stairs.

"Suuure. Brother of mine, I'll stop whatever I'm doing. Because I very well know how much you hate that, ahahaha." he says awkwardly to the already distant Carlos. Luka transforms back into himself as he wipes the sweat off his forehead. Phew. Smooth as silk as always, Cortez.

Carlos just entered the kitchen when he realized that his brother didn't twirl dramatically when he shifted or that he never called him bro.

Wait.

#Carlos Madrigal #camilo madrigal #writing #oneshot #Encanto #carlos madrigal

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Encanto (2021) Summary:

The one I have fondly named "Lovable asshole Bruno" in my docs.

Another one I have expanded and rewritten a little bit, so please give it another read

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto drabbles #encanto oneshots #bruno madrigal #Sassy bruno #Troublemaker bruno #bruno my beloved #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #bruno is a little shit

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Hi, call me Titi! I'm a student who likes to write, and this blog is for me to practice my writing formats as well as grammar and vocab (English isn't my first language). Here's what I write! (I'm taking requests! You can always check here to see if I have my request box open or closed!)

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seven-foot-frame · 2 years

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Dolores necesita demostrar que su don no es tan malo como todos creen. No sale como esperaba, por suerte Isabela siempre está ahí para ayudar (y con mayor ánimo si eso significa convertir a Mariano en su conejillo de indias).

#encanto #fanfic #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #mariano guzman #archive of our own #se me olvido poner las etiquetas antes #entre que no salen ni bruno ni camilo y esto nadie va a leerlo #no me estoy quejando #oneshot

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grimyandereencantosimp · 1 year

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Hi!

Do you mind doing a camlio x female reader one part imagine where camlio has a crush on the reader and doesn't know how to tell her? And then later, when the Casa Madrigal is falling apart and y/n and Mirabel are trying to get the candle, Camilo confesses his love?

Tysm ily!

(I'm so sorry for the long wait! :( And thank you, also you're welcome!)

Crush (Soft yandere Camilo x Fem! reader)

(This gif is perfect for this oneshot lmao.)

Tw: Stalking, wholesome yandere, soft yandere, unhealthy obsession, yandere themes?

Camilo's crush on you had lasted for months, and you of course had no idea of it. Camilo had a strong urge to confess to you, but every time he built up courage to he always fell back to his anxious self. He just didn't know how to tell you. He hated how he didn't know how he should of, it made him feel like a coward.

It didn't help he had never done this either, yes, he always had been the romantiac type. But never actually had been involved with realtionships and confessions.

Mind you, you and Camilo were close friends. Even though you were you were you were his friend, it didn't make it any easier for him.

Even though both of you were friends he often stalked watched you just to satisfy his love for you. What was wrong with him? He thought to himself

Odd things had been happening in the Encanto lately, it was mainly Casita and the Madrigal family. There had been cracks spotted on the walls and floors, and some gifts were failing on certain family members.

But thats when Casita had decided to crumble.

You rushed up to the house, seeing dust leaking from parts of the house. You stared in worry for a momment before entering, running over to Camilo. "What's happening?!" You asked loudly but with worry, barley being heard over the rumbling of the house, and countless objects and picture frames falling to the ground. "C-casita, it's falling! M-Mirabel and Abuela started arguing and afterwards a giant crack appeared on the ground. And it only got worse from there!" Camilo explained. "What about the candle?" You said to him. "Not good, Mirabels attempting to get it in her hands now." You looked over to see Mirabel climbing up on railing, once part of casita.

"I'm going after it too."

"What?!" Camilo gasped, "but you can't!"

You then went to run, but Camilos hand stopped you, his hand wrapped around your shoulder. "What are you doing Camilo?" You asked slightly irritated at him stopping you. "No, I can't let you do this! I can't let you die (y/n!)" "I don't care if I die or not, I need to help Mirabel make sure that the candle is safe and not destroyed!" You said worryingly, determination also lacing your voice. "NO! I need to tell you something!" Camilo yelled, making you look at him straight in the eyes. "What then?!" You asked.

"I love you!"

Your pupils no longer dilated, but instead staring at Camilo in awe. His hand loosend around your arm as you turned to face him. "What?" You said, you mouth slightly gaped at the comment. "I love you." He said more gently. "Y-you love me?!" You said in disbelief, "Yes mi amor, I do." He said softly, well wholesomely smiling.

You then hugged him, tears slightly filling your eyes out of hapiness.

"I love you too Camilo."

(This wasn't really that yandere, but it was good to write something wholesome for once.)

#Soft yandere #Yandere #Yandere Camilo x reader #Camilo madrigal #Camilo x reader #Yandere camilo #Yandere encanto #Encanto #Encanto x reader #Madrigal family #Wholesome yandere #fluff #Ask

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theromcommotel · 10 months

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Helloo! How r u? Hopefully well! As someone who has Spanish as a comfort language, I'd love a Camilo x Fem!Reader fanfic(or headcanons!), short or not, where whenever Cami speaks whole Spanish sentences, Reader just feels so happy and safe! Reader can be a foreign if it works better for u. I don't know Spanish but that makes it better, haha. Maybe times where Camilo asks if Reader can even understand him and she'd be like "no♡". Ur work always makes me smile. Hope u'll have a great morning, afternoon, evening, night or midnight!

CAMILO X READER !!

FOREIGNER READER !!

prompt: camilo’s dating a foreigner!!

requested by: anon

warnings: ALL SPAINISH IS GOOGLE TRANSLATED AS I ONLY SPEAK ENGLISH AND FRENCH also this is a mix of a oneshot and headcanons so hope that’s chill!! also this anon is SO SWEEEEET😭😭🫶🫶 i never rlly thought my work would make anyone smile (i write for me, and ig i never rlly thought about what others think of my work) so i’m so happy at least someone enjoys it!!💗

camilo is a bit of a rambler in general (personal headcanon), and it amplifies when he’s with his partner

“entonces isabela y mirabel deciden hacer equipo conmigo?! loco verdad?” (so isabela and mirabel decide to team up on me?! crazy right?”)

“i’m sorry ‘milo, what?”

“oh yeah, sorry, amor.”

camilo does try his best to speak english (or whatever language you speak) when he’s with you

but sometimes his native tongue sneaks up on him

but he also does like to do it to confuse you XD

like he’ll make a hella suggestive comment and you’ll have no idea what he said lmfao

“qué pensarías si te inmovilizaran en la cama ahora mismo?” (what would you think if you were pinned to the bed right now?)

“uhm…si?”

“LETS GO”

“WAIT WHAT’D YOU SAY-”

hey hey

sorry i got kinda lazy for this😭

i have a master list coming soon tho!!

-hermy

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gamerbearmira · 4 months

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What

Ok so started this to put in my oneshot but. But i have no idea where I'm going with it anymore. Having second thoughts because originally it was gonna be for a different au, but i wrote so ambiguously that I slowly wanted to it be something and. Idk even know anymore 😭😭

What???? Do I do with it, like do I finish or nah 👺👺 I don't wanna delete cause clearly I was going somewhere and it has potential but i guess I just stopped and didn't continue 😭

Anyway giant siren stuff (and possibly vampire because I was listening to Sonne and saw some medieval architecture) soon 🗣🗣🗣

Esketit

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All six of the Madrigal grandchildren stood still in the courtyard of Casita. Thank God the others had already left, because there was no way to explain...this. Not really. They had no idea what to do. It happened so fast, and they didn't even know what they were supposed to do.

"So...anyone else confused?" Camilo asked, looking down and about. Isabela and Dolores exchanged looks. Luisa seemed more scared than anything, a little panicked. Antonio didn't really seem to comprehend, or notice, but then again, he was only barely four. Mirabel just kept looking between the others.

"Um..." Isabela opened her mouth, but quickly closed it, unable to articulate what to say or do.

"We can not let Abuela see," Mirabel mumbled, her eyes wide with shock. This obviously had something to do with magic but...it didn't seem like magic from the candle. It was...different somehow. It felt different anyway. And it physically changed the way they looked. It didn't hurt, not in the slightest, but it was still confusing obviously.

The others looked at Mirabel. They didn't outright say it, but they agreed. Abuela could not know. They all knew how she was, and knowing there was more magic, she might try to use it. And while they'd never openly admit it (and neither would their Abuela Alma), they knew she would find a way to use it to "benefit the community". Whatever that meant. It didn't seem to have the same meaning as before.

"Hey, if it affects us, do you think it'll affect Mamá or Tía Pepa? Or maybe...Tio...you know." Luisa asked quietly, whispering as if trying to keep the secret guarded, despite them being alone. The five exchanged looks, Antonio still distracted by his change in appearance.

"I...I don't know. But I don't hear anything out of the ordinary. So maybe it's just us?" Dolores half shrugged.

"Or maybe it just hasn't happened yet," Camilo said and the others exchanged nervous looks. That was true. After all, they weren't entirely sure what this was or why it happened. They weren't even sure if the Candle or even Casita had anything to do with it.

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Shoutout to anyone who can figure out what au it was originally gonna be because. While vague, you could tell if you read into it 🥸

Fun fact, its not Housebroken (though I do have a one shot for that I'll post soon as well)

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto camilo #encanto luisa

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cahmilo · 2 years

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You Idiot. ㅡ camilo m.

pairing: camilo madrigal x gn reader

genre: angst to fluff

tags: one bed only trope, argument, name-calling, cursing, developing relationship, cuddling

req: you wanted requests soo.... can you make an angst to fluff where gn reader and him are friends but they fight and theres a time where they have sleep together but theres only one bed and they end up sharing one and end up confessing to each other

Another day, another pain for Camilo Madrigal.

If you think being magical is all cool and awesome, sometimes it's a hell of a burden, and you can see it clearly when you take a good look at the village's shapeshifter.

"Camilo! Can you turn into someone taller and reach this?"

"Camilo! Please take care of my daughter and turn in to me!"

"Camilo! Can you shapeshift into Luisa?”

He can only fake a smile and tend to orders, I mean, that’s what he was meant for right?

Right?

He thought it was, but not until you came along.

“Camilo!” You yelled and waved at him, urging him to come to you. He approached you tending to the broken drum. “Who do you need me to turn into, Y/N?” He replied, sitting beside you who was clearly having trouble over your broken instrument.

“What? No, I just need you to hold this for me while I tie the string on this bongos.” You grabbed the end of the string and handed it to him.

Camilo was taken aback. “Are you sure? I can be Luisa or Jose or Andres if you want.”

You shook your head as you gave him a warm smile. “No I don’t need Luisa or Jose or anyone else, only I need Camilo Madrigal.”

Something sparked in him that day, and he would never forget it.

—

You don’t know what just happened, but this wasn’t what you expected.

Anger, distress, frustration, and a tense atmosphere wasn’t what you expected to come along between you and Camilo.

“Why couldn’t I just have a proper conversation with you, Camilo? Everything that happens between us always ends up being my fault!” You yelled, gripping the hem of your top as hard as you can, you eyes glassy and teary.

“Every time I have a conversation with you, you would always make it about yourself! Can’t I have my own time to share my feelings to my own best friend?” Camilo yelled back.

“You never do! You never tell me anything! Its- It’s that thing you always do where you pretend you’re fine but you’re not and when I try to at least get something out of you, you just pour it all to me like it’s my fault!”

Camilo cursed under his breath. “You don’t tell me what to do, Y/N! You don’t think that I know how to express myself, coming from a mother who’s emotions control the fucking weather?! I am capable of taking care of my own self and I don’t need your bossy ass bitchiness to baby me as if I’m a child!”

This was your last straw.

“Watch your fucking mouth, Camilo. Never did I once force you to do anything. Not even your powers or your goddamn gift because I just wanted you to be proud of your own damn self.” You inched closer to him, griping his ruana and forcing him to look at you. When you saw the once happy hazel eyes turn dark and empty, you mumbled the last words you ever get to say to him.

“I’m not dealing with this anymore. Find another fucking friend that you won’t treat like shit.” Letting go, you turned away and headed home.

Something faded in him that day, and he would do anything it takes to forget it.

—

Those emotions of anger oddly lasted longer.

The two of you were no longer friends. Oftentimes you would pass by each other in the village but in the form of glares and sharp daggers that everyone could notice. No one meddled in the both of you though, it was your problem.

You hated Camilo, your first friend. The friend that would take a bullet for you if you messed up the fruit stall. The friend that sneaked Julieta’s snacks in your pockets so you could get them for free. The friend that would cheer you up when you’re down. Sadly, he was no longer that.

Camilo hated you, his best friend. The friend that would take the blame if Pepa saw him in trouble. The friend that would play music for him when he’s down. The friend that would take his turn playing with the kids so that he could rest. The friend that would constantly remind him of his true identity that gets covered in his shapeshifting abilities. Sadly, you were no longer that.

Weeks went by and both of you still seemed fine. Not that either of you gave a crap, but strangely, it was like back to square one like nothing even happened. Both of you were blinded by anger and hated to realize the empty hole in your hearts that longed for the other. But to be fair, neither of you were THAT close to be intimate. Just like a bunch of friends, there was still space between you two.

For now.

—

It was not like Camilo cared at all, but he wondered why he hasn’t seen you in 2 days. It was not the usual. You were always near your house, either tending to your stall or just staying in your balcony reading a book.

But you weren’t.

While passing by your block, he noticed that your window was shut, and your book was torn on the floor. Picking it up, his eyebrows furrowed. Shouldn’t be happy you were gone? Why isn’t he angry?

Camilo couldn’t sleep, and he refuses to believe it was because you. He snuck out his room to take a breather, and walked down to the kitchen probably thinking that he couldn’t sleep because he was hungry.

Shuffling through the cabinets, he heard a rather loud thud from the outside window of Casita. Looking around, he glanced at the shifting tile from the alive house. “Was it you?”

Casita fiddled with the tiles, showing what resembled a shrugging action.

Camilo approached the window and opened it. He saw ruffling in the bushes, and a familiar outfit running into the woods. Dropping his snack, he hopped out the window to chase you.

It wasn’t long before his hand caught yours as you were taken aback. Flinching from the action, you turned around and backed away with glassy eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here parading late at night?” Camilo snarled at you, eyes giving an emotion you couldn't discern.

You scoffed, dusting your sleeves, “Like you care, just-” You paused.

“-just pretend you never saw me.” You turned around to walk away but Camilo abruptly grabbed your hand.

“You don’t get to disappear just like that! What kind of sick joke are you playing?”

You accepted his tight grip onto your wrist and finally looked at him. “No one fucking cared, Camilo. My family wanted me out and they didn’t give a shit when I did. Did anyone even notice I was gone? No. And I’m happier that way.”

But I noticed. Camilo thought. Wanting to say it out loud but he didn’t.

You continued. “With or without me, everyone is fine. Now pleas- don’t mention this to anyone and pretend I wasn’t here” You tried to let go of his grip but instead he pulled you closer and dragged you to his house.

“Not a fucking chance. I hate you but I’m not an ass that would leave you out here in the open at midnight.”

—

Camilo never let go of your grip. As much as you struggled, you didn’t scream or yell or say a word because you knew of his sister with super hearing. Being forcefully dragged into his room, you only sulked.

Camilo softly closes the door and locks it.

“You’re not leaving here till morning.”

You gasped, “The fuck?! Now you’re holding me hostage?”

Gripping the doorknob, Camilo stared blankly at you. “Idiot, my dad would kill me if something happened to you.”

“Oh. And I thought the Camilo Madrigal was finally getting soft over me” You grumbled, receiving a scoff from the boy.

“Like I care about you.” Ouch. You expected it coming from him but somehow, why did it hurt?

“Not surprised, no one ever does.” Camilo’s eyes softened for a second, hearing the slight disappointment from your tone but shrugs it off. He approaches his bed and fixes the blankets.

“There’s only one bed so, sleep on the floor.” You glared at him.

“The hell? The grass would be a better place if you just let me out.”

“No. Sleep on the damn floor.”

“No.”

“Fucking hell, Y/N!” He slammed his hand on the bedframe, forgetting for a second that it was late at night and he probably startled his sister.

He cleared his throat and mumbled a “Sorry, Dolores” And you kind of softened, seeing him care.

Sighing in defeat, you gave up. “Fine, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

—

You couldn’t sleep. Yeah, it was uncomfortable but for some reason it wasn’t the only one keeping you awake and you don’t know what it was. Standing up, you walked around his room and saw him sleeping comfortably in his bed. Well, you had no other choice.

You slapped his leg, jolting him awake.

“Scoot over.” You mumbled, pushing away the pillows and blankets to make space for you in the other side.

“You’re impossible to deal with.” He only moved aside, being too tired to argue. Putting a large pillow between the both of you, he faced the other way and went back to sleep.

—

You still couldn’t. You were comfortable, but something else was clouding your mind and you couldn’t stop it from doing so. It frustrated you. All the events started flashing back on your mind. Your fight with Camilo, losing your best friend. Your argument with your parents, losing your home. Almost everything that has kept you from sleeping for the past week. You badly needed comfort, something you needed to finally fall asleep.

You looked over at Camilo who was now sleeping facing you. He was lightly snoring, hands under his puffed cheek while his arms were cuddling his pillow.

Were you about to do it?

I shouldn’t-

Ah fuck it.

Mumbling a curse, you fiddled with your blankets and faced his sleeping figure. You took the pillow that was between his arms, jolting him awake once again.

But before he even got to complain, you dove into his arms and hid your face in his chest. His eyes widened, looking down to your head that was snuggled in front of him. Camilo stood completely frozen, not being able to form a coherent thought. You guys were friends, yes but you never hugged him, not until now.

Before he was able to finally say a word, he stopped himself after hearing you sniffle and seeing your shoulders shake. Immediately his fingers went to the locks of your hair and whispered hushing sounds to keep you calm- a technique he used to do for his mom when she was anxious.

“Hey, deep breaths okay?” He mumbled against the crown of your head, trying to take deep breaths to let yours sync with his.

“I’m sorry.” You manage to whisper, face still hidden under his. “I-” You stuttered.

“I miss you.” Was all you managed to say.

All walls manage to break in Camilo’s head. This was the reason why he was also losing his sleep.

Shifting his position, he lifted you up slightly so that your head was lying on his shoulder facing him as his legs were entangled with yours.

“I missed you too.” He said to you, eyes no longer reflecting anger, but sadness and regret. “I’m sorry for being an ass to you. You were only trying to help..”

You looked at him and placed your hand on his jaw, turning it to face you, face only inches apart.

“I’m sorry too, for forcing you to speak, I should have waited until you were comfortable with it.”

He leaned in closer. “I’ve already been comfortable with you.” He smirked.

Seeing through him, you played along. “Oh really? Prove it to me then” You brushed your lips against his and when he closed his eyes, you pulled away from his embrace and rolled over to the side to act like you were going back to sleep.

He gasped dramatically. “You did not just- you fucking tease.”

“Go to sleep, Camilo-” He heard your laugh for the first time in weeks, Oh boy did he miss this.

“You’re messing with me”

“No, I’m not, Madrigal. You’re just in love with me”

“And what if I actually am?” You heard him and immediately blushed, heat reaching every inch of your cheeks.

You sat up to face him. “What?” You managed to choke out, eyes widened. Camilo laughed at you as he opened his arms wide for you.

“Come here and kiss me, you idiot.”

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rnadomyea · 4 months

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So my acc got deleted…

You may or may not recognize me (@msmadrigalpart2) but I used to have a Camilo Madrigal x Reader account for about two years, and I had been making and uploading some. And they got a lot of love, and I made a few friends along the way but unfortunately I accidentally deleted my account so everything is gone 😭. So like all the series and oneshots (aka Camp Buddy, To Thaw a Frozen Heart, etc) is now officially gone. What had happens was I wanted to make another account so using that same like email I made another account under the same page. But I wasn’t sure if they were gonna associate each other so quickly after I decided to delete that alt account. When it asked if it was ok because everything would be deleted I agreed because I THOUGHT it was just going to delete the new account. No it deleted like everything…

But yea just letting you all know. I’m so sorry for those who might’ve wanted to reread or continue reading. But just letting you know. I also will not be uploading to the Camilo Madrigal page anymore, I guess I just come to say I retired even though I had already expressed I was done uploading lol.

#camilo madrigal #encanto #encanto camilo #camilo madrigal x reader #Camilo #Camilo Madrigal encanto

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foggyfanfic · 8 months

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Of Mothers and Mysteries

Oneshot Summary: Bruno's middle child tries to find some answers.

Main Story Masterlist

Amada Corazon Madrigal had two mothers and two fathers and very complicated feelings about that.

On the one hand, her Má and Pá were two of the best parents a girl could ask for. They were supportive and patient, asked for explanations before jumping into lectures, loved her and her siblings endlessly, and of course, gave great hugs.

On the other hand, she had had another pair of parents once upon a time. She didn’t know anything about them other than her mother was sad and beautiful, and her father was a sailor. She didn’t know if they were both dead, or were alive and had abandoned her, or were alive and thought she was dead. She didn’t know their names, since Gabriel had just known them as Tío and Tía.

She just knew they weren’t there.

A part of her felt that was the only detail that mattered.

Amada was eleven years old, and she’d had her gift for six years now, almost for as long as she could remember. If she was honest, sometimes it felt more like she had the gift Mirabel was supposed to get than like she had her own gift, but she had learned that telling Mirabel that just made her cousin uncomfortable.

And she didn’t want to make her cousin uncomfortable, because as far as Amada cared, Mirabel was the coolest person ever. She knew most people saw Camilo as the cool one, and she didn’t see him as uncool (maybe a bit annoying), but there was a small little detail about Mirabel that only Amada knew.

Amada’s gift was hard to describe, she could look at the world around her and see the first steps and final results of potential chain reactions. She couldn’t see the in between, just the start and the end.

Because of this, Amada knew that Mirabel was always one chain reaction away from saving somebody in a major way.

If Tío Agustín tripped over that rock instead of the raised cobble stone, Mirabel would end up pulling a kid out from in front of a spooked, rampaging, donkey in five years. If that lady in the giant, ridiculous hat picked up that papaya, Mirabel would end up talking the butcher down from beating up a customer in ten years. If Luisa accidentally slammed her door instead of closing it gently, Mirabel would end up putting out a grease fire that may have burned down the coffee shop in fifteen years.

Mirabel didn’t have a gift, and she wasn’t as effortlessly charming as Camilo, but she kept her cool in a crisis and always helped where she could. Mirabel was a hero.

Which was why Amada was dragging twelve year old Mirabel around the village at that very moment.

“Stand here,” Amada said, and with a sigh, Mirabel obliged. Amada blinked, and the world got just a little blurry, she watched various beginnings turn into even more various endings.

She blinked again, frowning. Still nothing.

“Amada, what are we doing?” Mirabel asked, her patience audibly straining against either boredom or aching feet.

“I’m checking for something.”

“Sí, got that,” Mirabel shifted her weight, unwittingly kicking off a series of events that would end in the Guzmans having pork for dinner instead of chicken, “What are you checking for?”

Amada ignored the question, “Come on, let’s try over here.”

Mirabel’s expression could be best described as extremely unamused, but she followed Amada anyways and let herself be positioned three more times before trying to get answers again.

“Seriously Amada, what are we doing? I can’t help if I don’t know what the goal is,” Mirabel groused, hands flinging about the way they did when she was annoyed.

“Yes you can,” Amada said, “if anyone can help, it’s you.”

Mirabel took in a sharp breath, and when she spoke again, some of the irritation had leaked away, “Help with what?”

Amada didn’t respond until she saw a large, distinctive looking boulder, “Stand on that.”

Mirabel huffed, but stood on the rock.

Amada blinked and looked at all of the potential chain reactions. She turned her sight off and sighed, it came out almost sounding like a growl. She closed her eyes, trying to keep the despair and anger from creeping in, but only ended up stomping her foot and balling her fists.

“Amada,” Mirabel said, gently, “What are we doing?”

She threw her hands up in the air, “Wasting time, apparently!”

“Wasting time trying to do what?”

“I don’t know,” she rolled her eyes, “I don’t- make my birth parents show up, I guess. O-or maybe just, make some sort of answer appear.”

Mirabel didn’t respond for a long time, and when she did, all she said was “Oh.”

“Forget it, it’s stupid,” Amada kicked at a pebble, even though doing so meant she would have to get new shoes one month sooner than she would have otherwise, “let’s just go home.”

“I mean, we can keep trying, if you want?” Mirabel climbed off the boulder, “We’ve only checked half of the Encanto.”

Amada shrugged, shaking her head, “What’s the point, if they were going to show up, they would have done so by now. A-and it’s not like I need them to, even if they did fall out of the sky, I already have parents. I don’t think I even want-. I just… I just want to know what happened. A-and I don’t think there’s anything I can do to get any more information than I already have, you know?”

Mirabel nodded, although Amada suspected she didn’t fully get it. Mirabel had her own big mystery, however, she didn’t yet know it was a mystery.

When Abuela had demanded a vision from Pá on the night of Mirabel’s gift ceremony, he and Má had come back with a story about the miracle storing a bit of itself in Mirabel’s heart for emergencies. Every once in a while, the potential for Mirabel to find out this story was Pá’s best guess, and not actually certain, would pop up. It never ended well, so Amada always actively avoided that line of dominoes.

Mirabel would know, someday, Amada was pretty sure. This didn’t seem like the sort of thing that could stay secret forever. Until then, however, Amada doubted Mirabel knew what it was like to have this big gaping mystery in your own life story.

Gabriel had told her that his birth father had been a bad man, and in some way related to her birth father. Her birth mother had married into the family, and may have been the only woman living in the house. Gabriel remembered other women being there, but he wasn’t sure if they lived there or were just visiting. One day, Gabriel’s birth father snapped? Or something. And his Abuelo/her great uncle(?) got the two of them out of the house and brought them to Encanto.

Their Má and Pá were able to tell her that when Gabriel’s Abuelo arrived, Gabriel was seriously injured, and his Abuelo seemed on the edge of a complete mental breakdown. He had been largely incoherent in his explanations, and had left to go get her mother and bring her to Encanto as well before they were able to talk him into resting at least for the night.

Then he never came back, and nobody ever came looking for her.

The next time the town’s merchants had wandered into the city, they had asked around at Abuela’s request. All they had been able to find was a newspaper obituary for Gabriel’s birth father. Apparently, he had been executed for starting a fire that killed two people.

Amada stayed up many nights wondering if her parents had been those two people. Or maybe Gabriel’s Abuelo never made it back to the city and her birth parents were out there wondering where she was, maybe they loved her and would be hurt to discover she didn’t need them. Maybe her mother had been dead before Gabriel and Amada even got to Encanto, and Gabriel’s Abuelo was just in denial about it.

Amada wiped away a tear, “This was stupid.”

“No it wasn’t,” Mirabel said, “it’s-, I mean come on! I can’t even imagine not knowing, a-and this is Encanto! We’re the Madrigals! Magical miracles is our whole thing. It is totally worth a shot.”

Amada smiled tightly.

“Seriously, come on, this was-, it was not stupid,” Mirabel insisted.

“Gracias Mirabel,”

“And any time you want to try again, I am there. Whatever I can do, I am totally, completely, happy to help.”

“I know. That’s why I thought this would work,” Amada sighed, “you make good things happen. Even if they don’t actually happen, you would, every time there’s an opportunity to make good stuff happen, you would.”

Mirabel smiled a little, and blushed a lot, “I- well I hope I would help whenever I could.”

“You would,” Amada reassured her.

They walked in silence for a while, Amada playing with the tassels on her shawl. Mirabel had made it for her birthday, and considering every once in a while Amada saw Mirabel potentially running off to the big city and becoming a big-shot designer, Amada figured that meant her shawl was essentially the highest of high fashion.

Eventually though, Mirabel asked the question Amada was dreading being asked, “Have you asked Tío Bruno if he can see the answer?”

“No,” Amada held the shawl tightly closed around her, “because what if he looks and sees me never finding out? Then what am I supposed to do?”

“Oh, right.”

Amada shrugged. Hoping Mirabel would drop it.

Unfortunately, Mirabel was a deeply loving person, and now that she knew this was bothering Amada, she was determined to find a solution. Amada was lured into a false sense of security when they made it back to Casita without anymore mention of her mystery, however; that sense of security was shattered when Mirabel commandeered Dolores and Gabriel the next morning at breakfast.

The three put their heads together, glancing at her every once in a while, not being nearly as subtle as they probably thought they were.

When they left a couple hours later, Amada made to follow them. She wasn’t sure why, obviously if they were scheming to do her a favor, she should just let them. But Amada just couldn’t stand the idea of sitting around, knowing they were off trying to help her, and hoping they’d have more success than she had.

“Amada, mija,” her mother’s relieved voice stopped her, one foot out the door, “can you help me with this real quick?”

Amada turned, and found her mother emerging from the hallway to the laundry room, holding a wicker laundry basket that had seen better days. The bottom was coming loose and her Má was awkwardly trying to hold it in place. Some of the laundry was falling out the bottom, awkwardly clutched between Leandra’s thumb and the frayed wicker.

Sparing a quick glance at her brother and cousins, Amada rushed to help her Má.

“I got it Mamá,” she said, holding up the bottom so her Má could focus on recovering the clothes before they could reach the ground. Once all the clothes were back in, her Má took on most of the baskets weight so that Amada was merely keeping the bottom in place.

“Ah, gracias. Vamo. Back to the laundry room,” Má carefully led her down the hall and they put the basket on the folding table, “gracias míja, I’ll just grab another basket, you can get back to whatever you were doing.”

“De nada,” Amada shrugged it off, they both left the laundry room, her for the front door, and Má for the closet by the stairs. When Amada stepped out front, however, her brother and cousins were gone. She turned her sight on and looked around, but no matter what direction she walked in, she would come back empty handed.

She sighed, wandering back into Casita. Now what would she do?

“Everything alright?” Má asked, closing the closet door with a basket in hand.

“Yeah,” Amada said, morosely.

Má raised an eyebrow, “Convincing.”

Amada shrugged. She didn’t actually see the need to bother hiding her bad mood. Her parents’ had a Tell Us When You’re Ready philosophy born from her Pá sometimes needing time to process his visions before discussing them.

“Well come, you can pout while I re-fold the laundry,” Má wrapped one of her strong arms around Amada’s shoulders and led her back to the laundry room, “I have it on good authority that I am very good at folding laundry in the presence of miserable seers.”

Amada snorted, and allowed herself to be led. Her Má waved off her offer to help fold so she sat on the table and watched in sullen silence as her mother worked.

Eventually, she asked, “Mamá? Do you ever wonder about your birth parents?”

“Not really,” she shrugged, “my Pá was very good friends with my madré, like your Tío Agustín and I, so he could answer any question I had about my parents. I do wonder about my baby brother though.”

“Your baby brother?”

“Sí,” Má leaned her hands on the table, staring straight ahead at nothing, “he would have been two years younger than me, but he wasn’t born right. It had been a bad winter, lot's of illness and very little food. The birth had all sorts of complications, and he died at two days old. My madré never fully recovered, physically speaking, and although she tried to stick it out, she died when I was three. At least, that's what I've gathered, I never asked too many details about all that. My Papa missed my parents more than I do, but I do wonder what having a little brother would have been like. Especially since getting with your padre.”

“Oh,” Amada drummed her fingers on the table, she hadn’t even known her Má had had a baby brother. She hadn’t really wondered about her Má’s birth family other than wondering if her Má wondered about them.

“Not really the same, is it?”

“No, not really,” Amada shook her head.

Má shrugged, giving her a sympathetic smile, “Wish I could magically hand you all the answers you need on a silver platter. Maybe when you’re a bit older you and Gabriel could take a trip into town with the merchants. See what you can find out.”

Amada considered this, “You think so? You don’t think… I don’t want anyone to think I’m not grateful-.”

“Oh, you better not be grateful,” her mother cut her off, and started wagging a finger at her, “you listen here míja, I didn’t adopt you and your siblings out of the pure goodness of my heart. I adopted you three because I wanted to be a mother, and now I am. I wanted kids to love and you have let me love you, as far as I care, that’s that. You have fulfilled your end of the bargain by eating our food and waking us up when you have nightmares. You don’t need to be grateful for a damned thing. I am the one who is grateful for you.”

Amada’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She wanted to reassure her Má that of course she understood she was loved and all that. But she was struck by the thought, would her birth mother have said something like that? If Amada was having this conversation with her, would she have been so quick to insist Amada owed her nothing for the love she had given.

“If you need to go hunting for answers, all I ask is you take your brother, and maybe Luisa or your Tía Pepa with you to keep you safe out there,” with that said, Má put the last shirt in the basket and lifted it. This time she put it on her broad shoulder, so that even if the bottom came loose the laundry wouldn’t spill out.

Amada slipped off the table and thought about what she wanted to say as she followed her Má through Casita.

Eventually she arrived at, “If your birth parents had magically appeared when you were my age, would you have wanted to live with them instead of Abuelo?”

“Not really,” Má shook her head, slipping into Camilo’s room to drop off one of his shirts then continuing when she re-emerged, “I didn’t know them, it wasn’t their fault, but they weren’t there for me like Pá was.”

“Do you… do you ever feel bad about that? That you were happy without them?”

“Oh,” Má stopped bustling towards the nursery and turned to look at Amada, she thought about it, “I sometimes felt guilty that I didn’t miss them the way my Pá did. But now that I’m a mother… I don’t know, it’s not that I wouldn’t want you to miss me if I were gone. I just-, you missing me would be fine, but not if it interferes with your ability to be happy.”

“You think my birth parents would be ok with it then? That I am happy here?”

“Sí, if they are worthy of the title Parent, they’d be beyond relieved to hear you’re happy,” Má leaned over and kissed Amada on the forehead, then continued on her way.

She watched her mother go, then returned to the courtyard where she sat and waited for her brother and cousins to return.

When they finally did, it was almost dinner time, and they were looking absolutely exhausted.

“Where’d you go?” she hopped to her feet, not planning to give them a moment’s rest before launching her interrogation.

“To the top of the mountain,” Dolores said, the only one who hadn’t startled when Amada had spoken up, the other two must not have noticed her.

“The top of the mountain?” For her?

“So I could hear outside the Encanto,” Dolores nodded, collapsing onto the chair Amada had just vacated.

“Ah,” Amada thought about this for a second, “did that actually work?”

“Sí,” she said, “I heard everything in the city.”

“And?”

“And what?” Mirabel jumped in, a big nervous grin on her face, “th-there’s no and! This was just, you know, an experiment!”

“So you didn’t learn anything about my birth parents?”

There was a long drawn out silence, Mirabel and Gabriel exchanging guilty looks, before Dolores finally just said, “No. I don’t know what we were expecting.”

“We’re sorry Amada, we tried,” Gabriel said, eyes large with concern.

“It’s alright, I- thank you. For doing that,” Amada shrugged the concern off. He hugged her anyway, and she let him. Gabriel loved mollycoddling her, usually she would shove him off, but all things considered it seemed the least she could do to let him.

When he finally released her, Dolores was gone, but Mirabel was standing off to the side. She looked a lot more disappointed than Amada felt, she also apologized, but Amada just shook her head and reassured her it really was fine. She sat between Mirabel and Má at dinner, moving the pitcher of guava juice three quarters of an inch to the left so that Tíos Agustín and Félix would end up playing Mirabel’s favorite song after dinner.

She leaned on her Má as dinner wound down.

Amada Corazon Madrigal had two mothers and two fathers, but only one family, and very complicated feelings about that.

#love and fury #Madrigal OC #Encanto #Bruno's Kid OC #fanfic #mirabel madrigal

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