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applesap-fics · 2 months

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Fapruary 1 - Wedding night

E, 1851 words, Mariano/Isabela. What if Isabela went through with the wedding?

There are an awful lot of things to do before the wedding and Mariano scarcely has the time to talk with Isabela about it, and even then Isabela doesn’t want to say much without her family to consult. His grandmother guffaws when he laments this with a sigh. “You’d rather run away with her and have her in private, wouldn’t you!”

It would give them time to admire each other without anyone present, yes. Isabela, even now, even promised to Mariano, still feels like something unreachable. A flower he can’t pluck. No– She’s more like an arrangement of a bouquet.

That is how she stays. Arranged. Even at the altar as he compares her to the most beautiful flower in the Encanto.

Even at the reception.

Mariano is sweaty and woozy from dancing and drinking. Isabela throws a light curtain of rose petals wherever she dances, her smile gleaming and inviting, but at some point even her endless supply of cheer runs out and she comes to sit with Mariano at one of the side tables.

She sighs, as weary as Mariano is from the long day they’ve had to navigate. She brushes invisible crumbs or wrinkles from her lap. Nothing catches on her pure white gloves. The content expression on his wife’s face is one of a job well done.

His wife. They’re done now. They’ve courted, proposed, prepared and now they’re wedded. That does feel very satisfying, he supposes. At least all the rituals and ceremonies are out of the way now.

He fumbles for words. What do you say to your wife when she’s so beautiful and perfect? He’s been afraid to say too much today in case he messed it up with her.

“Are you happy?” he ends up saying, dumbly, even though he does really want to know. “With today, I mean?”

She smiles. “Of course. It went really well.”

Mariano nods. “Yeah.” It went exactly the way Abuela and doña Alma wanted it to. Their families were so excited.

“And we’re almost done.”

That’s exactly it! The night is almost over and they can finally relax. With the wedding complete, there isn’t much needed on their part to keep the party going.

“Good thing you don’t have to wear the trail anymore,” he says. It’s hard to imagine Isabela tripping over anything, but at least he didn’t have to watch out for it while dancing with her. He’d been worried about that before Abuela laughed it off.

She hums as if he’s made an astute observation instead of a joke. It makes him both feel less and even more awkward. Actually, it makes him feel a little dumb, but that’s probably not how she meant it.

“It’s getting late, isn’t it?” Isabela says.

“I don’t think I can dance any more,” he agrees. Parties in the Encanto, especially the Madrigals’, can last for days. “Do you uh… wanna end the night?”

It’s exactly what she wants to do.

Isabela reaches for his hand. She’s soft, and the unexpected touch sends shivers up his arm. He always likes it when she touches him. Flirty, making him curious, sighing and yearning after her. They used to be fleeting, but now that they’re married she’s allowed to touch him as much as she wants.

Gently, they move through the crowd, saying pleasant goodbyes and thankyous and avoiding jokes about flower picking, as Isabela takes Mariano up to her room.

The party instantly quiets as the door closes behind them. So this is her room. Their room, technically, though it is dauntingly Isabela. On some level he knows his clothes have moved into her wardrobe — all pink and lavender now, even though he likes white and red more — but from floor to bottom it’s all flowers and gardens with not a lot of furniture. If the house can spare it, he hopes Casita has a writing desk for him.

Starstruck, he takes in the tower, and (“Woah!”) as they step further into the room, a bed is lowered by vines from the ceiling hidden by a flower curtain.

That’s now their bed, where he will wake up as her husband and she as his wife every single day for the rest of time.

“Oh,” he sighs when it dawns on him. They aren’t that kind of done.

“Mariano.” Isabela’s voice is soft, shaky. Her hands are clasped in front of her. For the first time he’s known her, it sounds as if she’s not sure what to say.

His hand slips up her arm above her glove where his palm rests on her warm, naked skin. “Isabela…”

“Do you want to have sex?”

Mariano’s groin stirs at the proposition. It’s not like he’s never fantasized about it before.

A strand of black silky hair, beautifully curling over her bare neckline, enticing. “Of course I want to,” he says, his knuckles grazing over her skin, brushing her hair behind her shoulder. “You’re beautiful.”

She flashes a smile.

“Isabela…” Mariano cups her cheek, round and soft in his broad hand, and kisses her deeply.

They kissed before at the altar and once during the party when their photo got taken. Lips firm against lips to seal the deal, the next one a little lighter. Sparks contained, knowing that he couldn’t push too hard at the time for fear of ruining the moment for her, for the family watching them. The perfect kiss.

It’s so much more than he expected. More than anything he could have written up for her in a love poem. Her lips are so soft and so easy to get lost in. When he angles his head to deepen the kiss, she yields easily, even opening her mouth for him! Feeling much braver than a moment before, he slips his tongue in, parting her mouth even further until he moans wantongly into her. His body runs warm. His cock stirs, hardening against her dress. And Isabela–

If he goes too rough, she knows she can ask him to slow down. She’s thankfully not as tense as she was a few months back, when Dolores made that joke about the five babies and she was once again pulled into a future she knew she had to prepare for.

“Will it hurt?” she had asked Mami. When she grew up, the Abuelitas (if they dared to speak of sex at all) always said it would hurt the first time, and a few of her girlfriends were already married and had said the same. “Guys are so rough.” They were of no help, of course.

But Mami and tía Pepa had softened the blow a little. “If he does it right, you’ll want to dive back onto him as soon as he’s done,” Pepa told her shamelessly, at which her mother had blushed, but nodded. “Ask him to slow down if he goes too fast,” her mother added. “And that goes for kissing too. I don’t know, mija, he seems so dreamy. But all boys get excited and you’re allowed to set boundaries.”

So far so good, kissing wise. The real boundary she wants to set is for him to sleep on the floor (or another room where she won’t have to spend time with him) and never touch her again. She hadn’t been able to get that out of her mind. Mariano on top of her, under her, near her. His lips. His face. His hands. His penis. She wanted to shake the thought out of her head any time she thought of it. How to make those five babies happen. Him on top of her. Him inside of her.

So, as she does with any new challenge, she had practiced what she would do. Touched herself, not out of curiosity like when she was a teen, but with purpose. Her hands roaming her breasts, firm. Her curves, smooth, probably easy to grab. The hair between her legs. The heat. That nub that send a shock through her the first time she found it.

Mariano spreads her like a tossed bouquet of flowers on the bed. Pulls his hand through her bodice, popping open the pearl-like buttons on her back. She knows what she looks like to him. Mirrors help her to see how others perceive her. Her wedding dress, slightly bunched up. Her full breasts poking out of the corset, engulfed by Mariano’s warm mouth.

It feels like an insect crawling on top of her. She had hoped she wouldn’t be as dry as she imagined. Rarely did she think of Mariano fucking her when she spread her legs under the covers and rubbed herself. Sometimes she thought of herself, writhing, a little scared. Sometimes she — traitorously — thought of her friends who already had sex. Who knew how to move to make it pleasurable, to please their husbands. Sometimes she thought of them teaching her.

Their fingers on her clit, instead of Mariano’s. Their higher, but still husky voices moaning against her earlobe, kissing her neck, instead of Mariano’s. Their slim fingers curling inside of her, like Isabela liked to do to herself, instead of Mariano’s.

Unable to find her entrance, he rubbed his cock against her. “Is this good?”

At least he’s nice. But no. Nothing about this feels good. It’s like grinding against uncooked ham.

“Yes,” she says with a moan, moving in tandem with him.

It’s like dancing! Tío Félix had quipped before breaking into a waltz with tía Pepa. On another, separate occasion, Papi had said the same. It was good advice. Dancing she could do.

She took his hand and moved it down her belly, guiding him towards her clit. At least with his eyes closed he’s not looking at her grimace.

She does let out a genuine cry when their fingers circle her clit and his cock breaches her cunt right after.

Better not to think of Mariano. Maybe if it was one of the younger aunties guiding something inside her instead, to teach her how to take something big. The most fingers she’s been able to get inside of herself is three, and Mariano feels much bigger than anything she’s taken before. That should make it more believable that this is her first time. Still, there’s no way he has the experience to know she isn’t technically a virgin anymore. Not all women bleed, her mother had said. Isabela is certainly not going to bleed for Mariano. (Although she had, briefly, thought about secretly pricking herself so the sheets would stain red.)

And it’s not so bad once he thrusts inside of her. She doesn’t ask him to slow down, maybe even kind of likes the way he rams into her. The sooner he’s done, the sooner she’s done. The thrusts shove her mind away from Mariano. From his noises. From his hairy arms locked around her and his equally hairy chest rubbing against her bare breasts. She can pretend his hardness is her own. That somehow, the mirror is still in front of her.

It’s a lot to get used to. The next night, she’s already adjusted a little bit more.

#encanto #encanto fanfics #mariano guzman #isabela madrigal #fapruary #<- no idea if ill be able to keep that up #mariano/isabela #i cant imagine people check that tag but still #mariano x isabela

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pink02 · 2 years

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request: softy carlos? fluff? i rlly want to read smth with kissing rn :-) maybe also can include song lyrics?

Love Like You

Carlos Madrigal x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, songfic

Summary: When he first saw your bright smile and kind heart, he wanted to know how you did it. How you made it so simple, simply being you.

Trigger warning: None

A/n: it's been a while.... I know this is not in the original Masterlist but I just wanna write this so bad. Also, I don't know how to summarize plots now.

Ignore any grammatical errors, still working on that.

♡♡ Masterlist ♡♡

If I could begin to be

Half of what you think of me

"I know you're not all mean, Carlos," You giggled as you caught him attempting on making a fool out of you.

You would already know he's a bully. Despite being in the same age, he always tries to be bigger so that he could mess with the other kids. The 12 year old mennace is one of the shapeshifting boys that always looks for trouble, though he's more cunning and destructive than his other twin. Carlos would be the one that gets scolded the most out of all the Madrigal grandkids.

I could do about anything

"What do you even mean?! I'm nothing but mean!" Carlos shouts as red crept up to his cheeks and ears from embarrassment and frustration.

This made you giggle more which made his shoulders stiffened, pursed his lips and clenched his knuckles. His plan back fired him resulting to now being the one who was made fun of.

"I don't believe in such, tonto," You held your had over you mouth to sniffle down your giggles. "I could see right through you,"

"What?" This stunned him, wide eyes staring back at you.

"You just wanted to do something fun! Though there are many other ways to have fun not just by pranking and fooling everyone, you know," You grinned brightly and pulled him by his hand to which he was taken aback. "Come on! Let me show you."

I could even learn how to love

When I see the way you act

Wondering when I'm coming back

Ridiculous, this is so ridiculous, Carlos thought. To think that you actually persuade him on hanging out with you just to have "fun".

The red ruana boy scoffed, arms folded in front of him as he leans on an alley wall looking over you from afar.

I could do about anything

You were with your friends happily conversing with each other, giggling and smiling. This made his heart skipped a beat just by hearing your laugh, his cheeks suddenly turn red.

I could even learn how to love like you

He paused when he heard his name called out but when he gazed up looking for the voice, he saw you looking over at him waving your hand. He abruptly turned his head and walked away with a scrunched up blushing face.

"Is he okay?" One of your friends asked curiously which made you raise a worried brow and shrug in confusion.

I always thought I might be bad

Now I'm sure that it's true

Carlos was again alone leaning against a wall. But this time he is in a social gathering, a party that his own family held to which another year of celebrating the birth of their family's miracle.

He wasn't really a fan of crowded places or parties. He wasn't a fan of people in general to be honest since they would always avoid him. His bad reputation already made people label him as the rebel of the most respected family. Though he didn't mind, if people thought of him like that then so be it.

'Cause I think you're so good

And I'm nothing like you

And again, the shapeshifter was looking at you from afar. Gazing at your pretty face and beautiful dress, you were dancing gracefully to the beat of the music. Your hips swayed as you turn and slide, he was entranced by your swift moves.

Look at you go

I just adore you

He wavered his gaze away from you, covering his red tinted cheeks. You always look so pretty, it made him question how you always look so flawless. It always made his stomach flip whenever you smile, whenever you call his name.

I wish that I knew

"Carlos, Come on! Dance with me!" He was startled at your sudden appearance. One moment you were in the middle of the dancefloor, now you're right in front of him asking for a dance. Before the Madrigal boy even say a word, you pulled him by the hand smiling brightly just like five years ago.

What makes you think I'm so special

If I could begin to do

Something that does right by you

"This is for you," The young man held a bouquet of flowers in front of you, his head turning away as he scratched his neck nervously.

"Is this not another trick, amore?" You asked mischievously, smirking when he whipped his head back at you with a perplexed look.

"W-what?? No! Of course not!" His cheeks burned.

"I'm kidding! Thank you, Carlos," You giggled and pecked his cheek. "You still look so shy, mi amarido," You smiled as you smelled the sweet fragrance of the flowers.

I would do about anything

I would even learn how to love

"Still not used to hearing that," Carlos laughed breathlessly as he held your hand. You giggled with him feeling his thumb caressed the back of your hand softly.

"I know you will, one day," You replied.

When I see the way you look

Shaken by how long it took

"Carlos..." Your lips trembling into a slight smile, tears forming on your eyes. You layed on the bed exhausted and sweating, he rushed by your side shortly as he heard you call his name. "I did it..." Carlos kissed the top of your head, leaning down to rest his forehead on yours making you both close your eyes slowly.

"I'm so proud of you, amore," He gently held your cheeks and hushed you softly as he heard your sobs. "You did well," A small cry was heard making him open his eyes and gazed down by the sound.

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love like you

"There there, my little one." He gently lift the child to his arms and caressed his soft cheek. "Tu papi is here," the now father rock his new born son gently making him quiet down.

Love like you

"We're parents now..." You said between soft sobs. Carlos turns his head back to you just as your child now falls asleep. He wiped your tears with his thumb and gently leaned down to kiss your lips softly.

"Parents.." He echoes.

Love me like you

Taglist: @belladonna271 @sunnth @dai-tsukki-desu @ale-creates-worlds @camilos-mivida @nothearts4yu @bxbykayla join my taglist here!

A/n: Dad!Carlos? Ehhhh? Ehhhh?? This had been in my mind for so long and I just want to put it here.

It has been two months... hahahaha I have missed so much.

#encanto #disney encanto #carlos madrigal #carlos fluff #carlos madrigal x reader #carlos my beloved #carlos #encanto fanfics #encanto fanfiction #fanfic #songfic #encanto 2021 #carlos fanfic #spotify

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justheweirdo · 2 years

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A little, but important, sneak peek from a very long project. Idk when it’ll come out, but I hope soon! There’s a piece of my heart in it <3

“THIS MIRACLE ISN’T A BLESSING AT ALL!” at the end, Bruno shouts out his thoughts and a short moment of silence comes in.

He talks again, but now his voice is low and trembling, “We are suffering mamá… Julieta is always full of work and stress, Pepa shuts her emotions down over and over, the kids are stressed too and I… I can’t take it anymore… everyone hates me, my familia hates me, you hate me, I hate- I’m leaving…” he speaks in fear while his hermanas embrace each other with wide, wet eyes and a little grey cloud on their heads.

“If you leave this house, you are DEAD to me,” Alma says quietly, she is calm, so calm that she scares him, this time her face become apathetic and her eyes empty.

“MIERDA MAMÁ, I WISH I WAS DEAD!” he barks. He gasps at his own words and looks for his hermanas eyes. A tear runs in his beard and he escapes in his room before his mamá can respond.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #idk what tags to use #we talk about bruno #bruno my beloved #bruno needs a hug #encanto fanfics

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 10 months

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Chapter 5 of No Bullshit, Just Passion is up!!

#encanto #disney #disney encanto #encanto fanfics #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #smut #pepa x felix #felix x pepa #pepa x felix smut #felix x pepa smut #modern au #encanto modern au #la familia madrigal

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usedtobeguest123 · 2 years

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“Sí, Brunito? ¿Qué necesitas?” What do you need?

She moved her ankle into a slightly more relieving position and turned to look at her son. Bruno was grinning at her in his sweet crooked way that reminded her so much of his father. His eyes, always somehow too big for such a small face, were alight with the morning sun, glinting as green as the forested mountains behind him as the sun pulled verdant joy from the muddy hazel. He looked so much like Pedro in moments like these that it took Alma’s breath away.

“I-I know, Mamá!” he exclaimed. “I-I know how to make you all better!”

Alma watched as he ran off again into the grassy lawn before them, snatching at the dandelions scattered around the base of the tree that grew wide and strong behind Casita. He returned to her, a bunch of slightly crushed flowers in his small fists, and hopped up onto the step beside her.

“I will make, I-I-I will…I will,” he clenched his fists tighter for a moment as the frustration of getting out his words passed through him. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his small arms with an angry grunt.

“Despacio, hijo.” Slowly, son.

He started again–-this time more slowly, as they’d been practicing. “I…will…make…you into una princesa, Mamá. And I will be a king, and you will be all better!”

Alma couldn’t help but smile at his flawless logic. Of all her children, her son most adored the romantic tales of knights and princesses, of downtrodden maidens who stumbled upon magical palaces and enchanted trees.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #encanto fanfics #my fic

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prophetic-hijinks · 2 years

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Do you need some incredible fanfics for your reading list? Well @cheetour made a handy list of the creators on the server I go to for inspiration.

#encanto #encanto fanfics

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lunaencantada · 2 years

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Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Encanto (2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Reader Characters: Bruno Madrigal, Reader, Pepa Madrigal, Madrigal Family (Disney) Additional Tags: everyone is there but the focus is Bruno, Strangers to Lovers, Friendship, POV First Person, Post-Canon, Awkward Bruno Madrigal, Asexual Character, Bruno Madrigal's Rat Telenovelas Summary:

Everything pointed to the fact that that day was going to be like any other until Pepa Madrigal came into my house unannounced and asked me for an unusual favor: to help her brother write a book. -- Bruno Madrigal loved creating stories, but after a decade without talking to anyone, his social skills were a mess. His sister was tired of listening to him ramble trying to tell his telenovela to the kids, so she decided to ask for help organizing the story in a book.

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Well, it was fun to write it. Also, spanish version of the fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38606070/chapters/96508026

#encanto #encanto fanfics #encanto fic #bruno madrigal/reader #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal/oc #i guess #soy EL PEOR publicitando mis cosas pero qué le voy a hacer

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konekochan89 · 1 year

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Update: On Writing

Hello friends! I wanted to update everyone on my writing, even if I haven't really been posting!

I updated Karaoke Day to where it is complete-ish. I will not be updating it again, though I may add some sort of one-shot section to it.

I have been writing a lot while not posting because I don't know if I want to post these fics yet, and I don't want to post chapter one and then have something come up and forget to post more. I may still post them later, but not right now.

Mostly, I am writing a little bit here and there on various fics: some Gotham, some OUAT, some Encanto, and various little things here and there. I hope to post more soon, but I have decided to try and focus on my novel a bit. So, look forward to that.

Looking forward to when I can let you know of new posts on AO3! I hope 2023 is working out well for you all! ~Koneko

#ao3 author #ao3 update #updates #writing update #sooo much writing #gotham fanfics #star wars fanfics #once upon a time fanfics #encanto fanfics

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novthewolf · 5 months

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Encanto Masterlist

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Camilo Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Camilo x Reader Headcanons

Camilo proposing to you

Camilo taking care of you while you're sick

Yandere!Camilo x Reader

Camilo x Reader with Shadow Magic

Camilo simping over Reader

Camilo x insecure!reader

Camilo meeting your ex-boyfriend would include

Having a secret relationship with Camilo would include

Jealous!Camilo x Reader

Camilo being the only one capable of making you laugh

Stealing Camilo's ruana would include

Camilo comforting you when you're crying

Camilo simping over Magical!Reader

Camilo saying "I love you" for the first time

Camilo reacting to Jealous!Reader

Camilo accidentally confessing his feeling to you

Dancing with Camilo Madrigal

Imagine :

None *-*-*-*-*

Dolores Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

How the Familly Madrigal react to Dolores's noise sensitivity

Imagine : None

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Pepa Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Pepa x Reader Headcanons

Imagine :

None

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Bruno Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Bruno Madrigal having a heavy crush on Reader Headcanons

Bruno comforting his nieces and nephews

Imagine :

None

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Mirabel Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Having a picnic date with Mirabel Madrigal would include

Imagine :

None

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Luisa Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

None

Imagine :

Helping Luisa Madrigal through her anxiety

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Isabela Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Isabela dating a botanist Imagine :

None

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Julieta Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Julieta Madrigal x Reader Headcanons

Imagine :

None

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The Family Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Family Madrigal helping a self-harming!Reader

Imagine :

None

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glendybluebird · 4 months

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Juanito Madrigal✨🧡

The "Copy Cat". He will have the gift of copying others' gifts temporarily in times of need.

Juanito almost looks like a replica of his papa, but he behaves oppositely to Camilo. He's the little angel. He's a soft little boy, very sweet, very timid and humble, and he's so attached to his mami. He's never mischievous like his dad and his older siblings. That's how he is, even while he is growing up.

Funfact:

His mami calls him gatito sometimes

He's afraid of scissors

He randomly stares at his papa for long periods and loves watching him perform.

He loves copying his brother Carlos' power just to turn himself into a cat. (In the future)

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applesap-fics · 10 months

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Camilo, Isabela, and Bruno. A deleted scene from fabril’s photograph prompt where Camilo and Isa do decide to bother Bruno about his....gay affairs with their dads. Can easily be read on its own as non-fab so I thought I’d share. Happy madrigays pride month! 🌈

The immeasurable guilt complex Bruno has over leaving them manifests in his eldest nieces being able to do pretty much whatever they want with him. This has mostly involved getting him to help Isabela in the garden or listening to romantic boleros with Dolores, and having soft conversations where they reminisce about their childhoods. Camilo is pretty sure that his soft spot for Isabela — combined with her secret weapon, congeniality — will get him to talk about his favorite subject: romance.

Camilo watches her from afar — at a proper distance so he won’t get implicated in case this goes wrong — as she sidles up next to tío Bruno.

Their uncle is sitting in a patch of sunlight absorbed in his own thoughts, making little drawings. He startles when he notices Isabela enter his space. They exchange a few pleasantries before she falls quiet and modest, sliding him into her trap.

“Tío…” she begins. “Can I ask you something about relationships? It’s a weird question.”

“Nothing is weird to me,” Bruno says earnestly. It’s true. He really has no limit.

“Do you think it’s possible to be in love with someone…I guess it’s kind of like your telenovelas…Where it’s three people but they all love each other equally?”

“Heh-heh, I’m guessing this isn’t about you and Lola and Mariano, right? I mean I write that sorta thing but that’s not really- let’s not go there.”

Her polished mask quickly falls at that. She squints her face. “So weird.” She shakes her head. “No, I don’t mean us three, Tío. I mean like”– and here she straightens up the way she does when she gets nervous –”when it’s like a…same-sex relationship.”

As if she’s touched his soul, Bruno’s shoulders go slack. His wide hazel eyes stare at her.

Then he takes her hand as if she’s porcelain and gently squeezes it with his knobby fingers. “It’s okay to feel that way. Totally okay. Abuela- no. The Encanto’s older generation are traditional and don’t always see what’s best for their kids, but there’s nothing wrong with that kind of love. I’d know. I’ve seen it. You could even get married! If, say, a girl likes another girl but she’s engaged or even married to a boy, then, then those feelings are valid to have and you don’t need to feel ashamed–”

She shoots right up.

“Hold up,” Isabela interrupts before he can validate her any further. “Tío, I’m not like that.”

He makes a confused face. “You’re not?”

“No!” she says indignantly. “I mean. I…I don’t– I wasn’t talking about myself. But, thank you, in any case. I’m sorry. I’ve gotta go.”

She stands up from the bench and kisses his forehead, which he wrinkles in confusion, his lip pouting. “Okay,” he says drily. “So why did you ask?”

“Don’t worry about it, Tío. Thanks anyway.”

She stands up, shoulders straight, and strides away. Bruno watches her go, befuddled by the exchange.

#isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto fanfics #wips

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spoilers-ahead · 9 months

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okay!! now that it’s not 2am for me, i’m going to post my selkie!jason todd hc’s straight up au apparently!

(uh. this was supposed to just be a list of hc’s but i got slightly,,,, carried away)

his selkie skin looks like an oversized red hoodie in his human form, and is just warm enough to help him survive new england winters.

when the summer heat becomes unbearable, he slings the hoodie around his waist

alternatively, he just coasts it out underwater. perks of living in a coastal city!

willis todd was a selkie. he used to tell jason stories of what it was like to swim through the big, wide ocean. of how freeing it felt. how different it is, from the smoggy, heavy air of gotham --- different, but both theirs, in their own right.

but to be honest, jason doesn’t remember much about the stories he was told, or really, anything about willis --- he had been in and out of blackgate for most of jason’s life, working for two-face to try and make ends meet, before dying.

what jason mostly remembers, are the warnings. don’t let anybody know you’re a selkie. don’t let anybody find your skin. they will find it, and they will use it to control you. even decades later, jason would still remember those warnings.

catherine is the one who teaches him how to swim, who helps him trial-and-error his way into putting his skin on, and learn how to make the transition seamless.

after she dies, jason spends three months as a seal, to just... exist. forget.

although jason technically lives on the streets, whenever he can;t find food, whenever he can’t find somewhere warm to sleep, whenever just being human becomes too unbearable, he spends the night as a seal. he ends up spending more time in the ocean, than on land.

that’s not to say he’s very good at being a seal --- he barely knows how to swim, has to learn how to fish the hard way.

when bruce finds jason stealing his car tires, he marvels over how nice jason’s hoodie is, soft and fluffy even after all of jason’s time on the streets, especially given the condition jason is in, ribs showing from malnutrition, and the worn and raggedy shape of the rest of his stuff.

jason is skittish when he goes to live in the manor, even after a few weeks. he always adopts an expression particularly similar to a cornered wild animal around alfred in particular, alfred, who keeps on trying to take his hoodie away, purportedly to wash it.

alfred eventually gives up on trying to force jason to wash it --- he figures that as jason becomes more comfortable living at the manor, he’ll wind up telling them why he’s so protective over that hoodie, and they can work something out then.

whenever wayne manor overwhelms jason with how big and how decadently expensive all the decor is, jason runs away, run to the ocean.

jason doesn’t actually end up telling alfred and bruce that he’s a selkie --- bruce just has a ridiculous amount of motion alarms, which are triggered every time jason ran off. he had followed jason the third night, and saw him transform.

bruce doesn’t tell jason that he knows, assuming that jason kept this a secret because he didn’t fully trust either of them. he would later learn that he was right in this assumption (a rare win for bruce in terms of emotional awareness)

except jason doesn’t fully trust either of them, even after a few months. bruce impulsively decides to do a few things --- a) tell jason about batman and robin and his crime-fighting secret identity, and b) tell jason he already knows about him being a selkie.

jason is absolutely bamboozled by the fact that bruce knows, and yet hasn’t tried to take his hoodie to control him, or to stop him from playing in the ocean for a few hours.

in fact, (under alfred’s encouragement) bruce offers to take him to the ocean during the day, so he can get “a proper night’s rest that a growing young boy such as himself would need”

jason remembers what his father told him, to never trust anyone, never let his guard down. but bruce has known about jason being a selkie for so long, and he didn’t take his hoodie or try anything. of course he can trust bruce.

and when he tries on the robin costume for the first time, it fits perfectly. just like his hoodie, his second skin. it fits just like magic.

oh, it’s a little loose in some places, the legacy of dick fucking grayson a little heavy sometimes, but he’ll grow into it. he’ll make himself, if he has to.

also, jason finds the fact that even though he’s a friggin’ selkie, his callsign is a bird (a robin, no less) incredibly ironic and funny

being a selkie is actually so useful for vigilantehood. the amount of people who talk freely, openly, and loudly about their drug smuggling plans near the ports is quite frankly, ridiculous.

honestly, towards the end of his robin years, jason remains genuinely surprised nobody catches on to him or his tactics yet. bruce is very proud.

even though jason is safe, has been safe for three years, and trusts bruce with his life, his skin, and everything, old habits are hard to break. so he has his hoodie on when he goes to find sheila.

and anyways, he wants to see if sheila is a selkie too. he’s taking biology right now, and they’re learning about punnett squares. jason’s never met another selkie before, other than willis who he barely remembers. there’s a possibility that sheila knows something, anything, so he has to try.

sheila gets a glint in her eyes when jason mentions that he’s a selkie, tells him that while she’s not one herself, she’s familiar with the myth. she has long suspected that willis was a selkie, she tells him, and she’s glad to have confirmation.

jason positively vibrates with excitement, can’t wait to ask, to pester his mother (mother!) with questions upon questions until.

until.

sheila doesn’t do anything after she gives him to the joker. she just smokes and smokes. and she doesn’t tell the joker about his hoodie, despite how it would have been much easier for the joker to destroy him that way. much more painful too.

small mercies, he supposes, in between hacking coughs that brings blood bubbling up his lips.

after he dies, his hoodie is ripped and in tatters from the crowbar, with burns along the edges from the bomb. bruce has to carefully peel it off his body.

when jason was alive, his magic kept the hoodie in perfect condition, always. even when the rest of him was covered head-to-toe in mud, or dripping sludge from the nasty gotham sewers.

bruce stares at the same hoodie, blood-soaked and mangled, so incredibly dissonant from how he remembered it on jason, when he was bright, whole, and alive.

he can’t stand it. the hoodie that was so precious to jason, that was jason, at the core of him, in this state. dirty and ripped and devoid of the magic jason had exuded.

in a moment of desperation, late at night, bruce asks alfred to teach him how to sew. he doesn’t dare to practice on jason’s beloved hoodie --- instead, he starts with the suits in his closet, grabbing the first one he sees, regardless of price. rips a hole and sews it back together over and over until he perfects his technique.

and then he washes the fabric gently, using baby fabric cleanser and scrubbing for hours upon hours until the last traces of the deep-set brown stain from jason’s blood washes down the drain.

he painstakingly sews the scraps of fabric back together with a red thread, carefully sourced to match the hoodie to try and make it flow seamlessly like it used to.

it doesn’t work, not exactly. despite his best efforts, the creases bruce had carefully sewn together are prominent and thick like scars, littering the soft fabric.

so he gives up. he hangs it over the grandfather clock entrance to the cave in his study. brings it with him every time he visits jason’s grave, because he doesn’t ever want to keep jason’s hoodie away from him, but he also can’t bear for it to get ruined.

dick visits him. a rare occurrence, these days.

dick yells at him, as he is wont to do.

these days, it feels like they spend more time angry at each other than not. dick says that this isn’t right. isn’t fair to anybody, not to alfred, not to himself, definitely not to jason. he rants, jason deserves to be remembered as he was in life, not frozen in death.

perhaps he is right. bruce is not unaware of the state of violent, cutting stasis he is in, this putrefaction of his life. and he is certainly not unaware of how it is affecting the people around him. dick. alfred. the neighbor’s kid, the one who wants to be robin.

bruce tries. not for himself, but for tim. for alfred, for dick. even for stephanie brown, who sometimes, when she smirks just right, or says something with just the right twang, he swears he can see jason in her.

he still can’t bear to put the hoodie away, because jason deserved better than to be forgotten, so he folds it gently and places it in his closet instead.

he also can’t bear to look at it for very long, so he forces himself to every single day.

it’s different from the glass case that houses robin’s tattered suit in the cave --- that, is a reminder of how he failed robin. this, this is salt in a constant, stabbing, festering would, reminding him of how he failed his son.

it was stephanie, that eventually helped him figure out what to do with the hoodie. when she was young, young enough to cry at ripped pants and skinned knees, young enough that her mother hadn’t touched the drugs yet, her mother would dry up her tears, give her a hug and a kiss on the forehead, before patching her pants up.

what not many people know, is that before crystal brown set her mind on becoming a nurse, she wanted to be an artist, first. and so she grabs her old set of embroidery needles, and stitched little designs. dogs and cats. stars and planets. tools and gadgets.

bruce doesn’t react, doesn’t even move, even as stephanie finishes her story. she hangs there awkwardly for a second, stares up at jason’s suit, waiting for him to respond, before shuffling towards the exit of the cave.

thank you, spoiler, bruce manages to croak out.

ah, yeah, she says, shrugging lightly while slouching in on herself, any time, boss. she walks out, and bruce watches her go from the reflection on the darkened computer.

that night, he takes out jason’s hoodie, smooths it out, grabs his threads, and stitches.

he stitches on constellations, argo navis, for jason’s namesake in the greek myths he had loved so much. a tiny seal, playing with beach balls. little books, with quotes on the sides. a robin, big and bold.

he tries to make it as true to jason as possible, not just in death and in bruce’s memories, but as he was in life.

jason wakes up abruptly.

he wakes up in a coffin, cold, alone, and with a gaping hole in his chest. getting dipped in the lazarus pit only made it worse, only made him all the more aware of what he was missing, all the more conscious of it.

he doesn’t bother trying to learn how to swim with two arms and two legs, instead of two fins and a tail. it doesn’t feel the same. it only reminds him of what he’s lost.

sometimes, on sleepless nights that happen more often than not, he wonders what would have happened if he still had a hoodie, still could swim.

if he still was robin.

and he doesn’t have access to the cave anymore, or to the titan’s tower, or the watchtower, and his memory of the past is still patchy and shitty in some places.

so in a burst of impulsivity fueled by the person he no longer is, he prints out photos of robin’s costume from the internet and recreates it on his own.

if his skin is gone, then fine. fine! he’s perfectly perfunctorily aware that nothing about this resurrection of his is natural. if he doesn’t think too much about it, he’ll be alright. his hoodie, his skin, that was something he was born with, a birthright that died with him.

but robin, robin was something that he helped shape. robin was something that he worked for, changed himself for.

and the makeshift robin suit --- it doesn’t fit him, not anymore. no, it feels wrong, like a child playing with their parent’s suit. or --- he realizes, perhaps more accurately, like an adult realizing they no longer fit in their favorite clothes.

and --- and --- what was the point of it all? what was the point, of trying to make bruce proud of him, of getting dick’s approval, of trying to futilely save people over and over again from the same gallery of supervillains who keep on escaping from prison?!

and what was the point of carving out a space for himself if the joker was just going to beat him out of it, and if tim drake was going to insert himself in the hole he left behind?

and then the next thing he knows he’s in titan’s tower hitting tim drake over and over again because who let him? who let him take jason’s role as a son, as a brother, as a hero? how dare he?

but when he’s slit tim’s throat and torn the ‘R’ off his chest, jason doesn’t feel any better. the robin suit still doesn’t fit. his hoodie’s still gone.

he’s starting to think it never will, not again.

sometimes, when he gets tired enough to let his mind wander, he wonders what happened to his suit.

he’s pretty sure he died with it, so either the hoodie is with the joker, batman, or... gone entirely. (it’s not like they found willis’ skin after he died. maybe selkie skins just disappear in a cloud of sea foam once they die, or some little mermaid shit like that)

it’s a cold comfort, that nobody can manipulate him now. nobody can control him --- not even batman.

(bruce had thought about it. when he first had his suspicious regarding who the red hood was, before he knew there was any trace of the son he once had left. he thought about using the hoodie, using jason’s selkie skin to coerce him, at least to stop murdering people, to stop hurting their family.)

(he would never go that far, in retrospect, or at least, he doesn’t think he could ever. to do that to jason, betray his trust so thoroughly and completely... but it would be a lie to say that he didn’t consider it.)

bruce reflects on this as jason reveals himself, the joker tied up at his feet with a gun pressed to his head, and venom spitting from his son’s mouth.

but when he lifts the batarang to hit jason’s gun, or wrist, or anything that’ll force him to drop the gun, he realizes that his hands are shaking.

and when he throws the batarang, he knows a millisecond after he’s let go, that he’s miscalculated the ricochet.

so when jason escapes that night, bruce knows he’s fucked up.

jason goes off the maps, completely. bruce doesn’t know where he is, if he’s safe, if he even made it out of the explosion that night.

it takes weeks. weeks for bruce to track jason down, from meticulously documenting the dropped threads of where the red hood was pulling strings in the gotham underworld behind the scenes, to tracking security cameras with facial recognition.

once bruce manages find where he’s staying, make sure he’s safe, he knows what he wants to do. and, he knows what he needs to do.

jason gets a package in the mail, five weeks after his disasterous meeting with batman and the joker. unmarked, unsigned, no return address.

when jason opens the box gingerly and carefully, he holds on to his skin for the first time in years. and then, and then, and then --- something right slots into place. his fingers brushed gently over the tiny spotted seal he knows he used to look like, the books he remembered ranting to bruce about for hours on end.

the robin, on the top left, over his heart, big enough to have changed him, yet small enough to not define him.

it’s not perfect. it doesn’t even fix anything, not entirely. he still fights with bruce most times he sees him, tries to punch dick in the face, steadfastly ignores tim and steph the entire time.

but it’s something. it’s something, and the next time nightwing, batman, spoiler, and robin fight a gang on the docks, the red hood gives them a helping hand before jumping back into the ocean and swimming away.

fin!

wow this got long

#jason todd #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam #selkie!jason #dick grayson #stephanie brown #tim drake #catherine todd #willis todd #that one selkie!jason au #i swear i will turn this into an actual fic one day #anyways about the using embroidery to fix ripped clothes thing all i can say is WATCH HI MOM #it's SUCH a good movie and i guarantee it will DEVASTATE you in ALL your little mommy issues glory #like you think the batfamily comics/fanfics have an amazing nuanced complicated take on the parent-child dynamic?#this movie will BLOW your fucking SOCKS off. and best part of all: you can watch it WITH said parent #and it won't be as horrible of an experience as showing them encanto/turning red/eeaao!#in fact your parent will probably like the movie too and be reminded of THEIR own mommy issues :D #admittedly it's slightly different from the examples i listed above bc it's more abt what it's like to never reach ur parent's expectation #rather than an exploration of complicated parenting but it's still very relatable and very very good #the best part is you can find it all for free on youtube. also note that i mean the recent chinese movie not the old 70s movie #asteria's fics #i'm never writing a fucking flash fic on TUMBLR of all text editors again #shouldve written this out on a google doc first but i genuinely did not think this would get so long T.T #you can probably tell from the first three (3) bullet points that this was supposed to be a hc list before... it stopped being a hc list #guys i started writing this at 12 PM #IT'S NOW 9 AWOGEJAWOIG #my writing

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FALLING FOR YA

a reluctant reader begins to fall in love with the hopeless romantic and infamous bastard, camilo madrigal. what happens on their journey? stick around to find out.

camilo madrigal x filipina (your choice if it’s full or half or etc)! fem reader | a multi-chapter story — taking place before and during the events of the movie

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CH 5.3 - A NIGHT TO REMEMBER | PART 3 OF 3

The girl heaved in and out, her breathing uneven as she rushed out words in distress.

“The tiles were falling and there were cracks everywhere and... the candle almost went out.”

The room begins to fill with uncomfortable murmurs, the atmosphere much heavier than before. You slowly turn to Camilo in concern, your eyebrows furrowing when you find him completely still. His pupils were dilated in fear, eyes wide open as he bit the inside of his cheek.

You gulped nervously, your body skittish as a result of the tense air. You look back to where all the commotion was, eyeing the girl with a cautious look. The sounds of footsteps quickly break your staring, however.

“Show me.”

The same old lady stepped forward, her wrinkly fingers clutching onto her black shawl like a lifeline. The young teen in question stiffened at the attention, unable to move for a moment before nodding viscously. She turned on her heel and walked straight out with everybody in the room right on her tail. You hear Camilo walk away without a word, and you quickly warn everyone about the shattered ceramic plate before running after him.

The boy flinched when your arm brushed against his, his agitated frame only loosening when he turns to see your worried face. You bit your lip before asking quietly.

“You okay Camilo?”

He gave you his best smile and awkwardly nodded to your question. The boy swiftly looked away right after, eyes tunneled on the opened door. You grimaced at how quickly he brushed you off, and you stared at him with a knowing gaze as you obediently followed the moving crowd. Albeit very much unconvinced with his answer, you didn’t press any further. People flooded out of the room, whispering amongst themselves as they headed to the courtyard.

Once you had stepped out of the room, you had let out a confused noise at what you saw.

“What? No, that’s— the cracks were there, they were... everywhere.” The girl murmured, rushing down the spiral stairs. Strangers alike stood around the second-floor balcony, judgmental looks plastered on their faces as they surveyed the area. Contradicting the teenager’s statement, everything was completely intact, there was not a single crack to be found. And as you looked up to the glowing candle that rested in front of a window sill, it continued to shine bright.

Things were not looking good for her. The murmurs were starting to become more venomous, gossip being spread around faster than wildfire.

“Did she fake it?”

“Isn’t she the giftless one? Maybe she was just jealous.”

“How rude.”

Their seething whispers rang in your ear and you started to shrink down at the critical words, words that weren’t even directed at you. And if you felt embarrassed, you could barely fathom how she felt right then and there.

“The house was in trouble, the— the candle was...”

You bit your lip and turned away, your body physically unable to look at the poor teenager. You catch Camilo fidgeting in place, the shapeshifter looking eerily similar to how he was at the beginning of the ceremony, completely apprehensive and tense. He didn’t even need to meet your gaze for you to know his eyes were wide in horror. The boy was becoming a bundle of nerves, and you weren’t gonna let it continue any further. While ignoring your pained heart, you carefully reach out to him. Your fingers twitch in hesitation for a brief moment, but you brush off any second thoughts you had before finally grabbing his shaking hand.

This catches Camilo’s attention, muddy green eyes that were filled with so much emotion meeting yours. You gave him a small squeeze, hoping that it would reassure him in some way. And by the way his shoulders loosened, you could say it was a success.

“Abuela, I promise—“

You look back to the girl, but the old lady’s raised hand obscured her face. Even from your point of view, you could practically see her disappointed face. You grimaced, her menacing aura reaching you and most likely everyone else in the room too.

“That’s enough.”

The two exchange a short, yet silent conversation before the woman turns around and gives everyone a confident look. The judgmental whispers were beginning to die down when she opened her mouth to speak to address the crowd.

“There is nothing wrong with La Casa Madrigal. The magic is strong… and so are the drinks!” She exclaimed, the adults chuckling at her joke. She smiled at their reactions before clasping her hands together, her clapping echoing loudly throughout the open area.

“Please— music! A bailar, a bailar!”

And suddenly, you hear someone snap their fingers. You turn your head to your right, finding a man with glasses and in a formal suit signal for something with a motion of his hand. Luisa promptly came bursting out of the bedroom with a heavy piano in her hands right after, and they shared tight smiles while the man skillfully played a short tune. The melody he produced was enough to lighten up the room, and the now-relaxed crowd dispersed as upbeat music began to fill the air once more.

You let out a relieved sigh, thankful that the whole fiasco seemed to be over. You felt a small tug on your arm, and you looked back to see Camilo tiredly smiling at you.

“Wanna go back? I didn’t really get you your sparkler, didn’t I?”

You gave him a pointed look, quietly letting him know he wasn’t getting off that easy. He may have wanted to move on as if nothing had happened, but you weren’t going to let him dismiss any of your worryings a second time— and that was for certain.

Thus you stared at him for a long while, stubbornly refusing to let him wriggle out of your watchful eye as you tightened your grip on him. And without needing to say another word, he sighed in defeat. It was as if he was a whole new person, a different character from the one he constantly played around you.

“Not here—” He muttered quietly, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. His lips pursed inward, his head tilting to the side. His eyes were focused elsewhere, and you followed his gaze out of pure curiosity. Amidst the sea of people, you were able to catch Julieta guiding the teenage girl down the stairs. But before you could question it, Camilo tugged you backward— prompting you to look back.

You stared at the backside of his skull as he pulled you into the magical bedroom once more, the two of you weaving through the tight crowd with ease.

“And definitely not now.”

You couldn’t help but sigh at his words. While it certainly wasn’t what you were hoping to hear, it was a start nonetheless. You looked down at your intertwined hands, a small smile creeping onto your lips at the sight.

“Yeah, I’d like a sparkler.”

“You didn’t have to get like— half of the guy’s sparklers, you know.” You teased, waving the roaring sparkler you had around. You and Camilo sat behind a small waterfall, the water aggressively dropping from a grassy ledge that rested on top. Its muted sky blue color warped the room’s warm light, creating a soft blue hue that colored your bodies along with the dimly lit path you two rested on.

The people above you partied loudly, but the blaring music and indistinguishable chatter were practically drowned out by the harsh pitter-patter of the cool water. Camilo laughed as he lit another sparkler with a match, the stick making small popping noises as its flame grew brighter by the second.

“The more the better, and besides,” He carefully flicks his sparkler at you, nudging towards your own sparkler; Its flame drew closer and closer to the end of the stick, its glow dwindling.

“These things run out quick.”

You huffed in disappointment, helplessly watching your sparkler’s light fade away. You brought up your knees, the grassy blades itching the dry skin of your feet.

“That was my fourth one.”

Camilo hummed, twisting his body away from you to grab one of the many sparklers that lay beside him. He shifted his torso back to facing you the second he was done, twirling the sparkler in between his fingers as he did.

“And so that is why,” The shapeshifter hands you the unlit firework, a sly smirk on his face.

“I had to get half of that guy’s sparklers.”

You scoffed, playfully hanging your head low in defeat.

“I guess you bring up a good point.”

Camilo smiled, extending his still-lit match to you. You muttered a small thanks, moving your sparkler closer to its flame.

“Don’t I always?” The boy blew out the match’s flame once a few sparks started to appear on your sparkler, and you pulled back the small firework with a playful hum.

“When?” You asked, enjoying the annoyed look that plastered his face. The boy huffed, and you threw your head back as you cackled loudly.

“Dios mio, you’re insufferable.” He muttered, scrunching his nose in feigned distaste when you nudged his shoulder. He flicked the brunt-out match towards you, the stick pathetically hitting against your skirt and falling onto the grassy ground.

“I learned from the very best!”

He groaned, and you couldn’t help but laugh even harder. You instinctively laid your head on his shoulder, your loud laughter not quite calming down yet.

“Sorry, sorry.” You chuckled, creating half of a simplistic heart in the cool air with the help of your sparkler. The line had a small yellow glow, creating a beautiful contrast against the clear blue water.

“Truce?” You asked, giving your best charming smile. And to your surprise, even if your half of the heart had already faded out, he drew the other half next to where your drawing had been.

“Truce.”

You let out a small “Woo!” in celebration, causing Camilo to let out a breathless chuckle. An unsuspecting smile tugs your lips at the sweet sound, but you welcomed it with open arms. Everything was absolutely enchanting, the semi-quiet yet relaxing atmosphere calming you instantly. Insects buzzed loudly as the plants around you swayed with the gentle breeze. The vines that hung above you clung onto the small dirt overhang, with small water droplets falling from its leaves now and again onto mossy rocks.

It felt all too fairytale-like, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was all a dream. That in any minute now, you would wake up in your cold bed, all alone once more. You slowly moved your head to see Camilo’s face better, giving him a cautious look in the process; You didn't want to leave the magical trance you’ve placed yourself in, to willingly return to the nauseating journey that is reality.

But things weren’t always so great when they were imaginary.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

And you had a feeling he knew that as well. You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed down ever so slightly, his jaw clenched tighter than ever before. He laughed stiffly, turning to you with a fixed smile already prepared.

“Do I?” He teased, his mouth closing shut when he caught wind of your serious expression. You quirked a brow, taking your sweet time in examining his constipated face. You and Camilo’s sparklers had long gone out by the time you spoke.

“You don’t really have to, but I’d prefer it if you do wanna talk.” You lifted your head from his shoulder, the warmth that came from his body slowly fading away with each second.

You weren’t even sure if your relationship with him could handle a conversation like, well— this. Sure, you have gotten closer to him the past months; Constantly goofing around town and mildly flirting with each other when you guys felt a tad bit adventurous, but neither of you really had to get all emotional with one another. You didn’t think you would ever even need to, but life was just full of surprises, who knew?

And thus you held your breath as you waited for Camilo to respond, anticipating every second as the boy stared out into the distance. He clicked his tongue, the noise echoing loudly as he finally opened his mouth to speak.

“I don’t know— guess I got scared?” He said mechanically. He sighed, waving a hand through his untamed hair. He leaned forward, his elbow touching his propped-up knee.

“You know, if the house falls apart, that means all of my family’s magic falls with it.” He turned to you, eyes slightly glossy. You tilted your head to the side, giving him your undivided attention. He gripped his hair, unruly curls scrunching up under his fist.

“And how would the world react if my greatness suddenly disappears?” Camilo joked, his smile more calculated than the carefree one you’re oh used to. Your lips fall into a flat line, worry creasing into the wrinkles of your forehead. An uncomfortable feeling pooled in the insides of your stomach at his statement.

“By greatness, do you mean your gift or you as a person?”

Your body continued to drown in anxiety when he froze up at your words. He looked at you with wide eyes, his mouth opening just for even more stunned to come out. His shoulders deflated when he couldn’t formulate a response, his voice seemingly stuck in his throat. You were about to ask if he was alright when he suddenly rested his head on your shoulder, causing you to let out a small yelp in surprise.

“Which one is it for you.” He muttered after a brief moment of silence, his eyes avoiding yours. He curled himself in, bringing a knee up to his chest as he threw away his sparkler. You hummed in acknowledgment, taking in a deep breath before cautiously laying your head on top of his.

“You, by a long shot.” You could hear Camilo’s breath hitched at that.

God, how you so badly wanted to cry it out, to shout at the boy that his gift wasn’t the only thing he was good for. You wanted to open his eyes, to scream on rooftops that he was the gift till he couldn’t hear you any longer. But in the end, you settled with a soft whisper, all because you knew that your words were practically louder than anything the oblivious teen has ever heard.

“Huh.” He said, seemingly dumbfounded.

“De veras?” You nodded in response, dropping your dead sparkler to finally let your hands-free.

“Cross my heart, I’m telling the truth.” To emphasize your statement, you drew a small cross across your chest. Camilo chuckled at that, shaking his head in amusement.

“Well, if you’re telling the truth,” The boy paused, lifting his head away. He crossed his heart as well, a silly grin on his face. His joy was infectious, to say the least.

“I’ll believe your word.”

“Good!” You quipped, grabbing the box of matches that lay on the grass, forgotten. It was time to reignite the night.

“Now, wouldn’t it be a waste if we didn’t use all the sparklers?” You called out, shaking the box playfully.

Camilo's smirk grew wider, grabbing a sparkler that rested by his side and throwing it at you. It almost flew above your head, but luckily you were able to catch it just in time before it could. When you turned back, you found Camilo holding two sparklers up.

“I suppose it would.”

Ever since that private conversation, you two silently vowed to never bring it up again unless it was absolutely necessary. One shared look between you two and the message was sealed. Thus the night went on, the both of you stopping for no one.

You two would share laughs, tears of joy, and so many more. As time passed, you realized that you’ve never felt so alive, and you could not be any more grateful that everything turned out the way it did. You smiled when Camilo wrapped an arm around your shoulders, the boy tugging you close as he waved his sparkler in the air.

“From now on, Y/N, you are always invited to every single party that mi familia hosts.”

Your heart leaped at the thought of what those parties could entail, just you and Camilo possibly away from the rest of the world. And the fact he said that statement so easily, filled so much truth in each syllable, made your body flutter.

“Because now I know that it will not be as fun without you!” He told as if it was a matter of fact. You chuckled, pushing away his sparkler that swayed dangerously close to his face with yours.

“I’m honored, flattered even.”

“As you should.” He grinned, his features kissed with a soft blue and yellow-colored glow. You laughed when he spontaneously spun you around, your skirt flowing freely as it twirled.

You stepped outward, your hand still holding his. The boy shimmied his shoulders as he neared, doing his very best to snap his fingers with the sparkler nudged in between his fingertips. The suddenness of it all made you laugh.

“You never fail to surprise me.”

“Good, because I never want to get boring.”

You smiled, letting yourself be pulled by Camilo. Your legs moved in ways you never thought was possible when you were around the boy, but you suppose that’s how it was when you were with him. He had that charisma that very few could ever dream of pulling off, and that just somehow made him even more mesmerizing.

Your elbow brushed against his, your entangled arms the only thing keeping your bodies apart. His face shined bright, eyes pooling with passion. You smiled, and you were about to say something that was probably witty when a child-like voice entered your ears. You couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed at the prospect of being interrupted, and you assumed Camilo felt the same by the way he closed his eyes shut the second he heard it.

Both of your smiles faltered slightly as you two searched for the owner of the noise. You let out a short hum when you saw a kid running down grassy stairs and seemingly towards your direction. You gently pushed Camilo right after, urging the boy to look behind him.

He gave you a bemused look in return, but his face immediately lit up in realization once you subtly nudged your head forward. He turned his head to the direction you were pushing him towards, not wasting any time in walking up to the young child. You two met him halfway, and once you got up close you easily recognized the younger.

It was the boy with the new gift, his unruly curls and white suit too iconic to be missed. Camilo kneeled down, ruffling his hair as he whispered soft praises to the kid. Your heart clenched in happiness at the sight, and your body was turning all warm and fuzzy. Dear god, it was simply too cute!

“What brings you here Antonio?” Camilo asked, pinching the boy’s, or Antonio’s as you should say, round cheeks. Antonio whined at the contact but smiled nonetheless.

“It’s time for everyone to go home, and mami said to fetch her!” Suddenly, the kid pointed to you. You blinked in surprise, not expecting the sudden shift of attention towards you. A flicker of sadness seeped through Camilo’s face at his words, and you couldn’t deny that it made you the slightest bit happy.

“She said her parents were looking for her.” He explained, sending you an earnest smile as he did. A sudden wave of dopamine came crashing down on you, and you couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face. You knew the kid for about ten seconds— max, but you already knew you’d risk it all for the kid to be happy.

Sensing the trance you were in, Camilo asked the questions that unknowingly itched your brain for you.

“How’d you know she was with me?”

Antonio perked at that, scrunching his nose as he grinned. Kids were not your forte by any means but, perhaps, you could make an exception tonight, you thought.

“I just sent some of my bird friends to go find you!” The introverted boy rambled, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves as he did.

“And they did!”

He was so happy about the prospect of his gift, and you couldn’t help but be happy for him as well. You chuckled as you grabbed a fistful of your skirt. And under the suddenly intimidating stare of Camilo, you gave the youngest of the group a graceful bow.

“Well well, aren’t you a talented one! Antonio correct?”

Antonio giggled at your words, his shoulders bouncing as he did.

“Mhm! But my friends did all the work, really!”

You hummed, feigning a thoughtful look before nodding.

“In that case, give them my thanks as well.”

He smiled at that, small wrinkles forming around his lips. He jumped in his place, seemingly happy at the praise you’ve given.

“I will! Thanks…?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N!”

Unbeknownst to you, Camilo watched the whole thing with a wide grin on his face. His eyes constantly shifted between the two of you, a look of adoration plastered on his face as he watched you two talk. He absolutely adored the thought of his two favorite people interacting, and the fact it actually happened made him ecstatic beyond reason. Although but wouldn’t tell you that, or to anyone really, he was completely content with selfishly keeping that little secret to himself.

The teenage boy laughed, patting Antonio’s shoulder before turning to you.

“Well then, introductions aside.” He extended his arm out to you, giving you his famous charming smile. Even if you’ve seen it a thousand times, your still, and will probably continue to, heart leaped with joy.

You wrapped your hand around the arm he offered, sending him a small smile of your own. That grin only grew when you watched Camilo ever so gently grab ahold of Antonio’s hand, the size difference making you coo internally.

“Let’s bring Y/N home!”

The three of you headed out to the courtyard, the walk there filled with bright chatter. From the staircase, you saw the silhouettes of your parents talking to another pair of adults, which urged something in you to walk just a tiny bit slower. The muscles in your body may have been tired, screaming for you to go to the comforts of your bed, but your heart certainly wasn’t ready to leave yet, the thing aching at the prospect of going back home.

You didn’t know why you felt this way, but the closer you got, you knew you couldn’t keep stalling. You had to leave at some point, it wasn’t your house after all. Although it certainly felt like it, and all because of a certain teenage boy. How stupidly cheesy.

As soon as you three reached the familiar entrance, Antonio had let go of Camilo’s hand and bolted to a woman in a sunny yellow dress.

“Mami! Mami! They’re here!” He exclaimed, giggling as he launched himself onto the woman. The older smiled, small wrinkles forming around her eyes. She spun the kid around before putting him down, staring at him lovingly as she planted a kiss on his forehead.

“I knew you could do it!” She praised, hugging him tightly. Antonio happily returned the hug, standing on his tippy-toes just so he could wrap his arms around his mother’s shoulders. The tiny gesture made your heart swell.

“Ah, Y/N there you are!”

You quickly moved your eyes away from the two, and you found your mother waving at you wildly. She had a mischievous grin on her face, but you couldn’t ponder about the implications of it any further when you felt your feet move on their own. You were confused at first— but after a step or two, warm blood rushed to your cheeks, the air suddenly getting heavier.

Dear God, you were still wrapped around Camilo, weren’t you? You unconsciously tightened your grip, horrifically feeling an arm that wasn’t yours. How in god’s name could you even forget?! The boy was literally right next to you?! You wanted to let go so badly, to quickly reassure your mom that there was absolutely nothing between you two. But in a cruel twist of fate, you couldn’t, your body simply wouldn’t let you move away from Camilo’s addicting hold.

You cringed inwardly, armoring yourself for the relentless amount of teasing that was to come as you walked up to your parents.

“Hey mama, papa.” You greeted stiffly, grimacing at the intimidating look they shared.

“Hello, Mrs. and ms. L/N!” Camilo told, greatly contrasting your hesitant voice. He looked to the adult that stood beside your father, his grip on you tightening for a brief moment. From the corner of your eye, you saw a slight twinge of red coloring the tips of his ears.

“Papi.”

You stifled a laugh, finding the way his voice suddenly strained slightly comical. But you suppose the boy did not like that, as he gently collided his hip with yours in annoyance. The man shook his head at his son’s actions, his luscious curls bouncing as he did. So that’s where he got it from.

“It’s just me Camilo, you know I don’t bite.” The man joked, laughing as he did. He patted your father’s back, bidding your parents a graceful farewell before walking away. He gave you a passing glance on the way, smirking to himself as he gave Camilo a knowing wink.

And it seemed he got the message as the magical teen groaned right after. He dropped your arm, the warmth you two shared now fading away to oblivion. You did your best to hide your disappointment when you met his gaze.

“Talk to you soon?” He sheepishly shrugged, looking at you with hopeful eyes as he asked. You gave him your best smile and nodded, adoring how his grin grew just a tiny bit at that.

“Yeah, but I never had a choice did I?”

“Nope!”

You chuckled, waving him off dismissively. You headed over to your parents, quietly letting them know you were finally ready to leave before looking behind your shoulder.

“See you, Camilo!”

The boy let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head as he waved.

“See you!”

Your parents loudly called for you, shouting something about not wanting to keep your driver waiting, which quickly snatched your attention. And with that, rushed out the door as soon as you heard it. You briefly glanced back at the house, finding Camilo, who was now leaning against the doorway, still staring at you. He waved even harder when you met his gaze, causing you to giggle loudly.

You returned his wave, making sure to match his energy as you did before finally walking over to the outskirts of the home. You spotted your parents already getting on the old wooden wagon that brought you all here, the tired driver in front nudging you to hurry up.

You nodded, quickening your pace in response. Blades of tuff grass tickled your feet as you ran, the night somehow more free as to when you first arrived. You skidded in your steps, gripping onto the sides of the vehicle as you hopped on the back of it.

Your mother’s lips tugged upward the second you sat beside her, the grin unwavering even when the wagon began to shake haphazardly. She said nothing as the vehicle began to move away from the Madrigal residence, staring at you with impatient eyes all the while. You grumbled to yourself, bracing yourself for the worst to come.

When empty yards of grass soon turned into rows and rows of houses, the bumpy road filled with fellow tired party attendees that just desperately wanted to home, her intimidating eyes widen.

You sighed, already counting down the seconds in your head.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1—

Your mother squealed in your ear, a wide grin on her face as she shook you enthusiastically. Strangers sent you and your mother weird looks as your wagon passed by, but honestly? You could care less at that moment. A few judgmental stares were nothing compared to whatever your mother had planned for you.

Tomorrow morning is gonna be absolutely horrid, you note.

Dictionary

La Casa Madrigal - the madrigal home

Dios mio - dear god

De veras - really?

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