#augustin x julieta

[imaginationfanstar]

Something I found ironic about the scrapped Isabela and Bubo plotline is that I felt like the dynamic was much better suited for a young Julieta and Agustín.

The perfect golden child of the Madrigals, set apart from the rest, and slated to marry the most perfect man her mother picked out for her. Only to fall in love with this sweet nerdy looking guy who actually sees her for who she is, a person. Rather than this perfect paragon everyone else sees her as. At first, their match is frowned upon. However, soon enough, it becomes clear that they make each other very happy together. I mean look at them.

[sweetmaggie]

Guess who just rewatched 'Encanto' and fell in love again?

[myminecraftfantasy]

DSMP x Encanto AU

Character Concepts:

This post is about my thought process why I assigned each character the role they have. Along with some concept art. (I’m not an artist, but I tried T^T)

Character Selection:

Philza — as Alma Abuela. The reasoning is simple, “His name is Philza Minecraft and he is quite old...” Also, he’s part bird because the wings are iconic

Nihachu & Puffy — Niki as Julieta. when I made this AU, I immediately casted Niki for this role because of her kind nature and the bakery she once had (in DSMP). Puffy as Augustin. I originally had Wilbur in this role, but I changed it because I thought Puffy would be more fun and I wanted to do something else for Wilbur. It’s a shame I can’t make Puffy a sheep, but I made Niki a cat because she has cats irl.

Sapnap & Karl — as Pepa & Felix. I immediately knew I wanted this couple in the AU since they’re a really fun dynamic. Karl would’ve suited either of the roles well, but I thought that Sapnap would suit Pepa better than Felix. Also, I made Sapnap a panda because Pandas.

Technoblade — as Bruno. they’re both quirky & introverted characters that I like (yes, I’m a bit biased). Also, he would fit in the song “We don’t talk about Techno, no, no, no~”. I think it was meant to be. And of course I made Techno a pig, he is “The Pig”.

Dream — as Dolores. their characters both have a ‘lying in wait’ sort-of-vibe, it’s hard to explain. It’s also pretty entertaining in terms of character interactions, and I put George in Mariano’s role. I also made Dream a wolf because of that popular GNF video.

Quackity - as Camilo. they both have really fun and goofy personalities, I think it’s a perfect fit. Quackity likes to change his mc skin a lot, so it matches Camilo’s gift. Also, Quackity is a duck because quack.

Wilbur — as Antonio. I was originally going to have Wilbur as Augustin, but I thought this would be a more interesting dynamic with Tommy with the flip in ages. I made Wilbur a fox because of his son Fundy in DSMP.

(I really wanted the bench trio in this AU, and I thought the 3 siblings would be perfect)

Ranboo — as Isabella. The character dynamics and relationships is really interesting with him in this role (prolly gonna make a mini-post for some hcs for this). Also, with Isabella’s gift, I could give Ranboo a flower crown. I chose a deer for Ranboo because the antlers and ears matched well with popular fan interpretation.

Tubbo — as Luisa. Not much to say for this one, I’ve seen the strong Tubbo fanart. This combo is perfect. Tubbo is obviously a ram for popular easons.

Tommy — as Mirabel. Main character energy, of course. Not to mention, their characters are often underestimated despite the attention they get. Tommy remains a regular human until the Casita gets rebuilt. He gets a bird too)

(Also, Casita’s nickname in this AU is Chat.

So remember those scenes with Mirabel saying “Casita”, now imagine Tommy saying “Chat” in the same way

Idk, I think it’s funny)

[accihoe]

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem!reader

Summary: After Bruno's disappearance, Y/N brings the Madrigals some unexpected news.

Genre: angst (fluff)

Warnings: none that I can think of.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Encanto characters. I named the son Bartholomew in this fic. Feel free to change the name to suit you 😊. NOTE - I apologize for any incorrect grammar, spelling, or language with the Spanish.

A/n: I'm surprising myself by doing this. As per literally almost all of my other fandom works, it's probably gonna be a series. Same as always, folks, please don't steal my work. God bless! :)

xxx

The walk to Casita was nerve-wrecking. Every step closer to the household, her gut grew colder. Y/N wrapped her arms across her stomach, shielding her womb from the cold air. She hoped that Pepa was alright. Sucking in a deep breath when she arrived, Y/N entered into the courtyard.

The tiles whirred and greeted her, aiding in calming her nerves just enough for her to face breaking the news to Alma. Y/N was greeted by Camilo and Mirabel racing to her, hugging her legs. She chuckled and crouched down, hugging them back. Dolores followed suit, and then Isabella, and finally Luisa.

The children hugged her, all asking questions at the same time. Felix and Augustin came down and moved the bombarding children away from their dear friend. Pepa and Julieta soon joined, and finally, Alma. Y/N's veins ran cold as Alma's eyes locked with hers.

By no means was she afraid of the woman. In fact, she admired and respected her, which was why the news was even more appalling to have to break to the Madrigals after the fiasco of Mirabel's ceremony and Bruno's disappearance. Y/N's heart sunk when she thought of Bruno. Alma spoke, pulling Y/N from the pit she was nearing.

"Y/N, querida (dear), what brings you here on this rainy day?"

"Señora Madrigal, I've come with news."

"Good news, I hope. I doubt we could stand any more bad news."

The older woman's tired smile splintered Y/N's heart, and she felt sick to her gut. The news she bore was supposed to be sheer joy, happiness, excitement, and all the other good emotions. However, the timing was terrible. Y/N's heart throbbed with a dull ache at the misfortunate environment and timing for her blessing.

"If we could perhaps discuss this in private, please."

Y/N gave a weak smile. Alma nodded.

"Children, Dolores, you specifically, please make way to your rooms."

The children scurried off, doing as their Abuela asked. The grownups stayed in the courtyard as Y/N followed Alma to the kitchen.

"I'd uh.. I'd suggest that you sat down for this, Señora."

Alma raised concerned brows but sat down nevertheless, and Y/N did too. She plucked at the hem of her skirt, unable to look Alma in the eyes. Y/N took a deep, shuddering breath before she looked at Alma.

"I-I uh.. there is no easy way to say this... but I have to let you know. And I'm aware that this is the worst time possible to bring this news to you, but I'd rather tell you myself, a-and- you have every right to know. And to be upset with me..."

All Alma did was raise a brow. Y/N swallowed thickly and smoothed her palms across her lap before they protectively wrapped around her middle.

"You're with child?"

Alma guessed. Y/N looked at her with large eyes and bit her lip as she nodded.

"Querida (Dear), I do not know how you being with child can upset me."

"It's Bruno's."

Y/N rushed out in a whisper. Alma gasped as she sat back in her chair. The knot in Y/N's throat came loose, and the tears queued behind her waterline.

"I promise you that we didn't fornicate- we just... oh dios. Bruno and I..."

Y/N sighed and tightened her arms across her waist.

"Nos fugamos cuando Bruno tenía treinta." (We eloped when Bruno was thirty.)

"You married my son behind my back and have been married to him for ten years without informing me?"

Y/N looked at her lap as the dam wall broke and the hot tears spilt over her cheeks. She nodded, unable to look the woman in her eyes.

"I am so sorry for not telling you sooner. We - Bruno, Bruno, and I wanted to tell the familia when everything was settled and when the town was more fond of Bruno. We planned to re-marry and have a large ceremony for the familia."

"Please leave and never come back." (Lol, my dentist said that to me word for word when I was about 6 or 7.)

"Perdóname?" (Pardon me?)

"I said, please leave and never come back."

"B-but the child- it is your grandchild..."

"I do not care. I want nothing to do with a child who's parents betrayed the familia!"

Y/N got up on trembling legs.

"Lo siento mucho." (I am so sorry.)

Whether she whispered it to the baby, to Alma, or to herself, she was unsure. Y/N kept her head low, ignoring the pleas of her brothers and sisters in law as she walked. The walk home was even worse than the walk from home. Alma refused to tell anyone what had been discussed between herself and Y/N, and insisted that everything go back to the way they were.

Her son was born several months later, Bartholomew Tavares Madrigal. Y/N sent Alma a letter, to which she never got a response.

(Here comes our boiii)

Bruno, who had been arranging the space behind the kitchen wall for himself to live in, had heard the conversation between his mother and his wife. He was distraught by the idea of having a child and being unable to be in the child's life or in his wife's life. A sickening feeling in his gut made him fear the worst; that she'd find a present father for their son and ignore his existence like everybody else. Mustering up all of his courage, Bruno decided to write a letter to Y/N. His little acquaintances promised to deliver the letter to her.

One evening, he'd snuck out of the walls to get food when he heard his mother's voice.

"Mi Pedro. I wish you were here to help me. Brunito has a child, and he's not here to see it. Al parecer es un niño pequeño (Apparently it's a little boy.). Brunito is also apparently married. The mother sent me a letter today. The child's name is Bartholomew Tavares Madrigal. Que nombre (What a name.)."

Alma chuckled at the end of her confession, and Bruno had to grip the wall for support. He heard his son's names, the very names him and his amada (beloved) had discussed in their years of courting.

It'd had been a long day for Y/N and Bartholomew, Y/N, trying to find any job in the town to feed herself and most importantly her child, and getting judged for having a child outside of marriage, which she hadn't. But nobody could know that she was married.

"Por fin estamos en casa, cariño."

(We're home at last my darling).

The baby cooed, warming Y/N's heart. He inherited his father's big, beady eyes and their mischievous glint. The very glint that made Y/N fall in love with him. And not the dreadful mischievous he was described as, the mischievousness of a humble heart yearning to please others and make them laugh.

After feeding him, Y/N put Bartholomew down in his crib. Her ears perked when she heard a shuffling noise in front of her door. Y/N squeaked when she opened the door; two rats were dragging an envelope. She shooed them with her broom, assuming they wanted to use the letter in a nest or something. The rats screeched before scurrying into the bush. Y/N clicked her tongue as she brushed the dust off the letter and got up. Her eyes widened when she saw her name on the paper in very familiar handwriting.

Y/N bit her lip as she traced her name on the paper. She sat down on the steps, reaching into her apron. She tutted with her tongue and the rats slowly crept out of their hiding spot.

"I'm sorry for being rude."

She smiled, breaking off a piece of pastry and tossing it a bit away from her. The rats scurried, racing each other to the crumb. The second rat pawed sadly as the other rat refused to share the crumb. Y/N broke off another piece and held her hand out. The rat inched closer slowly before leaning against her palm with its paws, sniffling the food.

The rat grabbed the pastry piece from her and sat next to her on the step, eating it.

"Thank you for delivering my letter."

The first rat sat on its hind legs, grooming its ears as Y/N spoke. The second rat cautiously made its way onto her lap. She laid her palms in her lap, allowing the rat to get onto it. She brought the rat up to her face, smiling at the creature. It ran down her arm and joined the other rat. They squeaked as if in conversation, and both heads turned to Y/N. Beady, glassy, red eyes stared at her before they scurried off. As if on cue, Bartholomew started crying.

Y/N went in and locked the door, swiftly making her way to her son. As soon as he was cradled in her arms, he was calm. And, unbeknownst to anyone, Bruno had started crying at the same time as his son, mourning for the life he'd wanted since his golden years. A life that was torn from him the moment he got it.

Y/N sucked in a deep breath, deciding to read the letter whilst she held her son. He was her only comfort.

Y/N, mi regalo más preciado y hermoso. (Y/N, my most precious and beautiful gift.)

I'd like to start off this letter with an apology. An apology for my sudden disappearance and an apology for being the worst form of a husband I could be.

I heard about Bartholomew. Just know that I love him, and I love you. I will always love mis dos bendiciones (I will always love my two blessings). I cannot describe the inconsolable grief that I feel from being unable to have a part in my son and my wife's life. And I feel the same amount of grief that you have been banned from the familia.

You have every right to be angry with me, to hate me. I will never blame you, should you do either of those or more.

Mi corazón (My heart), I will continue writing to you. I will send a letter to Bartholomew on his birthday each year until we are hopefully reunited one day. Even if you throw them away or burn them, I will continue writing to you. I love you more than I could ever find the words to put together.

Tuyo Sinceramente, (Yours Sincerely) Bruno.

Y/N felt numerous emotions at once. Anger, pain, confusion, joy, and hope. Though, she did not feel the anger towards Bruno. She kissed the letter, placing it on her windowsill. Y/N looked down at her son. His peaceful face put her pounding heart at ease. She finally understood the trail Alma faced being a single mother. Her throat burned as she thought of the woman, the heartache she must have been through. Though uncalled for, she understood Alma's reaction.

Y/N pressed a loving kiss to her son's forehead, promising to give him the best life she possibly could.

xxx

Fin

Hope you liked it. There will be more parts. Part 2 will probably be released today.

Lots of love

[anotsomysticalnight]

Okay, so I’ve been hyperfixating on Encanto for the past few days and have a concept to submit for your consideration.

I am not claiming this as a headcanon or anything so serious, as everything to follow has a canon explanation that’s perfect the way it is. I’m just positing that I am primed shipping trash with no shame so yea 🤷🏻‍♀️ I gotta yeet this outta my brain 👇🏻

We know the canon reason for Mirabel not having a door of her own, or her own gift. It’s because she’s set to take Alma’s place as head of the family once the current matriarch passes on. BUT, let’s assume this isn’t the reason for a moment. Expand the theatre of your imagination for a hot second.

Because Mirabel isn’t the only Madrigal without their own door or gift. I am of course talking about Felix and Augustin. Sure, they married into the family, but they are still Madrigals in their own right! (They took their wives last name, the sweeties 🥰)

Felix and Augustin don’t have their own rooms or gifts because they support the gifts of their wives. Felix is a calming presence at Pepa’s side and helps her manage her emotions (and consequently her gift) in a much healthier way than Alma was encouraging. He also shares her room. Because they are married, sure, but also because he doesn’t have his own gift. His ‘function’ in the Madrigal family is a support structure for Pepa and her sobby sobby windy windy sunshine gift 😊

Augustin does the same for Julieta. Julieta’s sense of duty and responsibility keeps her from ever having a moment to breathe. She’s constantly cooking food for the entire village, and distributing it 24/7. Augustin supports his wife’s gift by taking over household responsibilities she won’t have time for. You can’t tell me he isn’t a very attentive Father, and clearly tries to help with wood chopping and other maintenance so Julieta won’t have to worry about it. Also his clumsiness and habit of getting injured probably helped her get better at cooking 💙

Both men don’t and can’t have their own gifts, and thus they share and support the gifts of their wives and thus, share their rooms. So what does this mean for Mirabel?

Maybe, the reason Mirabel doesn’t have a gift or a room, is because she’s destines to play this supporting role to someone else’s gift? 😉

If you looked at the tags of this post you can see where this is going =3= I apologise for nothing. But let’s explore the doors themselves first.

A concept that’s probably not canon: You can’t (or shouldn’t) enter a room you don’t own. Could just be an unspoken household rule that you don’t go into another person’s room without invitation, but still =3=

Of course, it’s considered rude af, and maybe Casita enforces this rule in preventing people from entering without due cause. So Mirabel entering Isabela’s room to ‘hug it out’? Casita probably allowed it because it’s prophesy. But yea, no wonder flower power girl got so pissed with this idea XD not canon but stick with me here!!

Who’s room does Mirabel enter without any issue? Despite the door probably being locked to everyone else as the person it belongs too is cut off from the magic? Bruno’s ⌛🦋

Let’s get Mirabruno up in this hizouse 😎

Mirabel as a giftless support of Bruno’s future vision. 🤔 She encourages him to have a vision quite successfully, and provides a fresh perspective on what they’re seeing. She’s clearly a more hands on support, as she literally interacts with Bruno’s gift by holding hands 💖 And notices things Bruno missed, namely the butterfly that granted further insight that Bruno wouldn’t have noticed on his own.

That... that’s literally it 🤷🏻‍♀️ so...

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Bye 👋🏻

[soundofalling-sand]

Adopted Madrigals

Adopted Madrigals can inherit powers as well! 

[locksz]

                                 ﹟ encanto!

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[madrigaldoor]

Hot take:

Even though “All of You” is a banger and brings tears to my eyes every time it didn’t fix everything

(We need a sequel or a series)

The movie only really solved Luisa, Isabella, and Maribel’s problems. And that’s only if Luisa can actually take a break every once in a while and if Isabella can go through intense soul searching. Bruno is back and forgiven but he definitely has a long way to go healing from his trauma, rebuilding relationships, and gaining everyone’s trust again.

Other than that the movie barely touches on the other characters and I think they deserve a big therapeutic songs and love too.

Julietta’s gift is healing through cooking and that’s very beautiful and important. But imagine how much time she spends in the kitchen with no help in order to make three meals (for 12+ people) everyday and then make food to heal a significant amount of people. She would totally relate to Luisa feeling like she’s “worthless if [she] can’t be of service” but the thing is that while Luisa can take a day off she Julietta can’t. Someone else can round up the donkeys and she can move the church later but Julietta can’t leave people hungry or in pain. She takes care of everyone and gets very little recognition. In the movie and in the fan world.

Obviously we know Pepa’s gift sucks. She walks on eggshells with her own emotions. Normal people can afford to break down everyone once in a while but if she does she could possible kill someone in a hurricane or a flood. Imagine thinking about that anytime you had a big emotion. You would feel like a monster. Pepa also deserve more than a single verse about her brother. She was mad about something that happened at least 22 years ago bc Delores is 22. Bruno left 10ish years before the song. She obviously wasn’t mad at him for 12 years. They had to have talked about it. There was more to the song. She probably had so many complex emotions that she deserves to explore. She was sad, she was hurt. She definitely didn’t know why. Maybe part of her thought it was her fault.

I think Camilo’s gift makes them really happy because it seems to suit him. But Camilo probably also feels like no one likes the real them And if I had that gift I would change everything I hated about myself and where would it end? Over time would I even be me? How could you tell the difference? Would Camilo recognize himself in the mirror? Would they avoid mirrors? They live their life in service to others similar to Julietta and Luisa except that Camilo’s physically changes to become other people. That must be so confusing. IF ANYONE DESERVES A SONG AND A HUG IT IS CAMILO.

I’ve seen a lot of people talk about Dolores and her feeling overwhelmed because of too much sound. But also the burden of everyone’s secrets. She knew Bruno was in the walls. What else does she know. She probably spends so much time worrying about other people. When she heard Mirabel’s secret it looks like it was killing her. She physically could not keep it in. She should have had a more important role than her thing with Mariano. She could’ve helped with Mirabels “quest”. There was so much potential. Also sorry if I sound like a broken record but…

She deserves a song. We deserve a song from her. She is such a cool character with a beautiful voice. I jus want to hear what she has to say.

Anyway,

I have no idea about Antonio. I think he will probably have it the best out of anyone because the family will grow emotionally as he gets older and he will probably be spared from emotional trauma.

I would also love to talk more about the dads because I love them immensely. Everything I learn about them I love more and more. BUT they’re more of supporting character and I think a sequel should give them a bigger role. I think Felix and Augustín are buddies. Camilo definitely looks up to both of them and I think that F and A take their sons/nephews on little bonding trips.

[sesamestreet47]

Bartender [part 1 of the Bartender little series]

aged up!Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader

she/her for the reader & he/him for Camilo

!the drinking age in Colombia is eighteen years old, that’s why Camilo, Mirabel and Y/N are aged up!

fluff, a bit of angst

takes place three years post-canon

word count: 7294

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

MASTERLIST 

“Goodnight” (part 2) // “Surprise” (part 3)

“Congratulations, Dolores. I’m so happy for you, you look absolutely stunning.”

Y/N kissed Dolores’ cheek. The latter smiled brightly. The freshly wedded couple had just arrived back at the Casita where the party was supposed to be taking place. Dolores wiped her hands against her white dress. She cupped the material in her hands, which caused the skirt lift a bit. Her lips curved into a smile as the realization that she was now a wife slowly dawned on her. Not a girlfriend, not a fiancée, not a bride. A wife.

“Thank you, Y/N.” she grabbed the teen’s hands with her own. She held them tightly and let out a shaky breath.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just still in shock that it actually happened.” Dolores let out a chuckle with tears forming in her eyes. “I’m not dreaming, am I? Y/N?”

“I assure you, you’re not, hon,” Y/N laughed. “You got married and it was beautiful.”

“Yeah, even mamá didn’t cry. I was a little stressed when I saw the clouds, but fortunately, she held it in.” Dolores’ voice was quiet but fast. “I gotta thank her, I’ll give her a big kiss on the cheek, you know?”

Y/N lightly shook the young woman’s hands to bring her back to the ground as she noticed she was starting to ramble. “See? But if it was a dream, I’d be really flattered you were dreaming of me.” Y/N elbowed the girl smirking slightly. Dolores giggled at that.

The tension in her shoulders disappeared. She felt her breathing come back to its regular pattern. She looked at the teen girl with a genuine and sweet smile.

“Thank you,”

“Yeah.” Y/N returned the gesture. “Now, go to your husband. Unlike Pepa, he probably couldn’t keep the happy tears in.”

Dolores nodded and she left looking for her groom. Her ear sticking out in hopes of hearing the tears of ecstasy.

Y/N watched her friend walk away. Her eyes lingered on the veil before they moved to the various embroidered decorations at the bottom of her skirt. White like the rest of the creation, so they wouldn’t take the attention from the one wearing it. Still, it was a nice touch. “What a beautiful bride,” she whispered to herself.

She was brought back from her trance when she felt someone tugging at her dress. She looked down.

“Hola, Antonio,” she greeted the youngest Madrigal. “What’s up? Are you asking me to dance with you?”

Antonio’s eyes widened like he realized something big. “Wait, can I?” the kid asked, excitement appearing in his eyes.

“If you want to. I know what a fabulous dancer you are, so I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep up though.” Y/N kneeled in front of the eight-year-old. Antonio smiled at her, but then shook his head.

“Ay, maybe later. My toucan told me that Mirabel is looking for you,” he said and grabbed Y/N’s hand pulling her towards the minibar, where his cousin was sitting.

Y/N yelped. Antonio had a surprisingly strong grip for a kid.

Mirabel smiled at the sight. It was very amusing to see her friend being tugged harshly by her little primo.

“Fancy seeing you here.” she greeted her.

“Don’t hog her for too long, okay?” Antonio pleaded and run off. Probably on his way to brag to his mamá about finding a new potential dance partner. Y/N and Mirabel exchanged looks before laughing wholeheartedly at the cute interaction. Y/N sat down on a stool next to the Madrigal girl. She spun around on it, which only caused Mirabel to roll her eyes. Y/N dramatically stopped and rested her elbow on the counter of the mini bar.

“Alright, amiga. Why did you summon me?”

“You’re funny,” Mirabel scoffed. “I just wanted to talk to my friend, seeing how I haven’t hung out with her for almost six months.”

“Missed me much, I see?” Y/N smirked. “God, you can’t live without me.”

Mirabel smacked her forehead with a snicker. “Shut up.”

Y/N laughed. Mirabel grabbed a drink that was standing on the bar, motioning to the bartender to make one for her friend as well.

“Y’all did a hell of a job. That was a beautiful wedding,” Y/N complimented. Mirabel nodded with a smile.

“Yep, we sure did.” she shook her glass looking at the swirling liquid. “I’m starting to think our family’s gift is just the ability to organize fancy parties.”

Y/N grinned. The bartender put her drink in front of her. She thanked him with a smile before bringing the glass to her lips.

Bitter. She thought.

Having just turned eighteen, she still wasn’t used to the taste of alcoholic drinks.

“Jeez, look at Abuela.” Mirabel pointed at her grandma who, despite being a seventy-year-old woman, was stealing the spotlight on the dance floor. Her son-in-law Félix was hyping her up. “She loves these things. Whenever there’s an occasion, she’ll make sure to celebrate as big as possible.”

“I still remember the party for the birth of Muñoz’ fifth child. She got the whole town involved,” Y/N added. “She made Isa grow flowers everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I was coughing petals for at least a week afterwards.”

Mirabel chuckled, putting her glass down. “See? I’ll be surprised if after today, she won’t stop fantasizing about another wedding for one of her grandkids,”

Y/N turned to stare at Mirabel. She put her glass down as well. “You think she’ll try and set up one of you? After what happened to Isa?”

“Maybe. After all, Mariano did marry a Madrigal, so she got what she wanted,”

Y/N hummed, she looked around in thought.

“No, I know that look. What are you thinking?” Mirabel sighed.

“Nothing!” Y/N exclaimed almost offended. “Just wondering who’ll be her next target.”

Mirabel’s eyes widened. She smirked.

“Ooh, okay. This could be fun.” she moved her stool closer to Y/N. “Let’s see, Dolores is already wedded so that leaves us with five kids.”

“Four. She’s not gonna set up an eight-year-old, for Christ’s sake,” Y/N pointed out. Mirabel nodded.

“Right. Although, if you think about it, Antonio will probably get married before Camilo,”

Y/N opened her mouth to ask why she thought that way, but was interrupted by the bartender loudly clearing his throat. The girls turned to look at him confused. The man looked around flustered before going back to cleaning the glasses. Y/N noticed his furrowed brows. What’s got him so mad?

“Why?” she turned back to Mirabel, ignoring the barman.

“Please, Antonio may be younger, but he’s twice as mature as his older brother,”

Y/N opened her mouth, but quickly closed it when she realized she didn’t have a counterargument. “Yep, I suppose you’re right,”

They heard a scoff next to them. They eyed the bartender, before looking at each other. Mirabel set Y/N a look that said what is up with this guy? To what Y/N responded with her eyes, no clue, hon.

“Okay…” Mirabel trailed back to their conversation. “We can cross out Isa too. I think Abuela learned that it’s better to let her be.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. “Luisa? I can’t really picture that, if I’m being honest.”

“Agreed. Men are scared of her.”

“As they should. But what about women?”

The girls looked at each other and Mirabel pressed her lips into a thin line. She tapped her chin lost in thought. “You know what? We’ll keep this one as a maybe.”

“You?”

“Me? Abuela won’t get anything out of this. I’m gift-less remember?” Mirabel snickered.

“She’ll get a wedding, right? Isn’t that what we’re talking about?” Y/N shrugged. “Besides, you have plenty of gifts.”

Mirabel looked at her with squinted eyes, indicating she wanted the girl to elaborate.

“You can sing, dance, sew. I mean Dolores’ dress? A work of art.” Y/N exclaimed.

Mirabel smiled gratefully. A few weeks back, Dolores had asked her to touch up her mother’s old wedding dress. She had told her that she wanted to bring a piece of everyone with her as she walks down the aisle. Dolores had always thought that Mirabel’s skirt is a lovely way to always have loved ones close to her, so she decided she wanted something similar on the most important dress of her life. When Mirabel heard all that, she cried. She cried for an hour. Out of all the finest tailors in Encanto, she picked Mirabel, her youngest prima. So touching. Mirabel had never put so much love in embroidery. She used only white thread to sew a little something that represented each member of the family. The decorations could be seen along the bottom of the dress, it’s sleeves and neckline. Such a simple detail, but made the whole dress so much more unique and meaningful. Dolores had never hugged anyone so tightly in her life as she had Mirabel when she showed her the finished product.

“Thank you, amiga, but still I don’t think Abuela’s making me get married anytime soon.”

Y/N shrugged as if to say you never know, but didn’t say anything else.

“So that leaves…” Mirabel wondered. She furrowed her brows and started counting her siblings and cousins on her fingers. “… no one.”

The girls looked at each other, before covering their mouths in laughter.

“No wonder Abuela’s going all in on the dance floor tonight. I think, just like us, she figured this is the last wedding in a long time.” Y/N said in between chuckles. Mirabel wiped a tear from her eye. “Yeah-“

“Okay, that’s enough!”

For the third time that night, Y/N’s and Mirabel’s heads snapped towards the bartender. Their expressions quickly changed from annoyed to horrified, when the man turned and in his place stood no other than the family’s shapeshifter.

“I am perfectly capable of marrying someone!” he exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at his cousin.Y/N was shocked and so was Mirabel. They didn’t respond for a whole minute. They looked at each other with fear in their eyes. “And I’m not immature!” Camilo continued.

Mirabel snickered at that, her usual smile reappearing on her features. “Said the guy, who just eavesdropped our whole conversation pretending to be a barman,”

After the initial shock, Y/N squinted her eyes. She suspiciously eyed the Madrigal boy and then moved her eyes to the drinks he apparently made. Her eyes widened in realization when she noticed the lack of liquid in the glasses.

“Oh, I don’t think he did that so he could eavesdrop,” she said picking up her glass. Mirabel eyed the glass she was holding and then looked at her own. Her eyebrows shot up.

“Camilo! Have you been stealing the drinks?!” she yelled, barely containing her anger. Camilo bit his lip and looked around for an escape. Before the girls could react, he shifted into a little boy and started running. He didn’t get far as Y/N swiftly grabbed his collar and yanked him towards her. She sat little-boy-Camilo on her lap. Mirabel eyed him. “What the hell, Camilo?”

“Okay, sorry jeez. I just wanted to test my bartending skills. Turns out I’m pretty good and the drinks were tasty. You just left yours there, not paying attention, so I went for it,” he explained with a sigh.

Y/N had to contain her smile because even though she knew it was Camilo, all she saw was a little boy talking about bartending.

“Are you drunk?” Mirabel asked. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Camilo swatted her hands out of his face in annoyance. “I’m not drunk! And keep it down, okay? My sister has super hearing for Christ’s sake.”

“So you’re sober?” Y/N chimed in. Little-boy-Camilo nodded. “Okay… Even if I do this?” she asked cheekily.

Before Camilo could ask what she meant by that, Y/N bounced her legs up and down a bit. Camilo grabbed the counter of the bar.

“Stop that,” he pleaded and Y/N obeyed, yet was still grinning. “Fine, I’m a little dizzy, but other than that I’m feeling great! Back to the marriage thing,” Camilo shifted back into his usual self, remaining on Y/N’s lap. “I’m willing to bet I’ll be the next one at the altar.”

Mirabel scoffed and Y/N was too busy registering the position she found herself in. Her breath hitched, She couldn’t help but notice Camilo was really light. She didn’t even try to push him off of her lap, seeing how comfortable he has made himself.

“Right, you’ve never dated anyone in your entire life,” Mirabel pointed out.

Camilo shrugged. “Dating’s overrated. I’m a Madrigal, I can just come up to someone, pop the question and boom! Marriage,” he said almost hitting Y/N with his wild gestures. She caught his hand just in time before it collided with her face.

Only then did Camilo notice that he was still on her lap. Yet instead of getting off, he smiled mischievously. Y/N inhaled sharply through her nose, mentally preparing for some nonsense to come out of Camilo’s mouth. Camilo turned back to his cousin.

“Like Y/N over here, see? I bet she’d say yes if I proposed,”

“What the fu-“ Y/N started.

“Are you nuts?” Mirabel exclaimed at the same time. Camilo laughed clutching his stomach.

“Think about this though, she has no reason to decline,” he started explaining after gaining back his composure. “You two will see each other every day, Y/N will gain some recognition in the village and she’ll marry someone she’s attracted to.”

Mirabel choked on her spit. Y/N coughed to hide her red cheeks that warmed up due to the embarrassment she was feeling.

“Who told you I’m attracted to you?” she asked. “I’m not.”

Camilo looked at her with a smirk and leaned closer. “Then why am I still on your lap, mi vida?” he asked with a low voice and that stupid smile. “I believe you have a little crush on me,”

Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line and looked at him unamused. “Well, I believe you’re drunker than you think,” she said and with one swift movement pushed him off of her lap. Camilo yelped and stumbled in his step, but managed to not fall onto the floor. He laughed to cover his flustered state and crossed his arms looking at Y/N. The girl stared him down with visible frustration on her face.

Then, in the corner of her eye, she spotted Antonio who waved at her. She turned to Camilo. “Lovely chat, but I gotta go. You know, the other, more mature, Madrigal boy is waiting for me.” she smiled fakely and made her way towards Antonio. She promised him a dance, after all, right?

Camilo scoffed, looking at her figure.

“I’m willing to take that bet. I have a feeling I’ll win, primo.” Mirabel said, elbowing Camilo and following Y/N. She quickly found her sisters and joined them on the dance floor.

Camilo rolled his eyes. Dusting himself off, he went back to the minibar.

—

“Come on, Y/N. One more song, please?” Antonio pleaded the older girl.

Y/N left the dance floor. She rested her hands on her knees, trying to catch a breath. Her body hadn’t stopped moving for fifteen songs before the exhaustion finally caught up with her. Her legs felt like jelly, she couldn’t lift her arms and she was in desperate need of a chair and a glass of water. She was absolutely worn out. Her dance partner, on the other hand, was looking better than ever. She couldn’t spot a single drop of sweat on his face. He looked like he could go on forever. Antonio could store so much energy inside that little body of his that it was honestly scaring Y/N.

“Not a chance, Toñito. That is, unless you want me to pass out in the middle of the room?” she chuckled lightly. She put a hand on her rib where she felt a cramp forming. She lifted her head a bit by doing so and her gaze just so happened to lay on the main characters of the night. Dolores’ arms were tightly wrapped around one of her partner’s. Her head rested on his shoulder as she watched the party with dreamy eyes. Mariano also had a dreamy look on his face, but his was directed at his wife.

Cute. Y/N thought.

“How about you ask your sister to dance?” she smiled at the boy.

He followed her gaze, standing on his tiptoes to see his older sibling. He looked back at Y/N and the sudden frown on his face didn’t go unnoticed by her. “Something wrong?”

“You think she’ll let me dance with her?”

Y/N kneeled down to match Antonio’s level. “Of course! Why wouldn’t she?”

Antonio fiddled with his fingers. “She’s been avoiding me these past few weeks,” he whispered looking down. Y

/N felt her eyes watering, he looked so sad. And Antonio was the last person on this planet that deserved to be sad. She took his little hands into her own. “Dolores was just preoccupied with the wedding, you know? I’m sure you asking her to dance will be one of the best gifts she’ll receive today. She probably misses you just as much,”

Antonio smiled lightly and hugged Y/N. “Thanks,”

“Yeah, now go and try to make your sister as tired as you made me,”

Antonio chuckled and run off to Dolores. Just as Y/N predicted, her eyes brightened at the sight of her youngest brother. Y/N saw her nod her head eagerly and soon the siblings were stepping onto the dance floor. Dolores placed Antonio’s feet on her own before grabbing his hands and swaying from side to side. Both of them had huge grins on their faces and Y/N decided she had never seen anything more adorable.

Y/N felt a cold breeze at the back of her neck. She smiled at the soothing feeling. She inhaled deeply and soon her breath came back to normal.

“Hold on…” she muttered realizing something. She looked up and saw what she feared. Dark clouds. And exactly in that moment, she felt another, stronger, breeze on her skin.

Ay, Señora Pepa, what’s happening? She asked herself.

She looked around hoping to find the mother of the bride.

“Pepi, amor, the clouds,” she heard Señor Félix’s faint voice. It was coming from the kitchen.

It seemed the exhaustion vanished from her system, as Y/N marched into the room with a newfound speed. She saw Pepa walking in circles, bolts of lightning shooting from a cloud above her head.

Oh, she was mad. Not good, not good.

Her husband was desperately trying to get her to drink some tea that Mirabel (who Y/N just noticed) was pouring into a cup. Once Pepa saw Y/N, she tried to smile, but her tight jaw prevented the smile to look genuine. Bolts of Lightning calmed down a bit at least.

“Is everything okay, Señora Pepa?” she asked carefully stepping further into the room.

“Yes-“

“It’s Camilo,” Félix interrupted her which caused his wife to shoot him a dirty look.

Y/N looked at Mirabel puzzled. Mirabel just gave her a look that said don’t even get me started and grabbed the teacup giving it to her aunt. Pepa accepted the beverage and sighed.

“He got drunk,” she explained and took a sip from her cup. She smiled gratefully at her youngest niece sitting down on a chair. Y/N’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to say something, but Pepa continued.

“I don’t care, of course! I’m his mother alright, but he’s eighteen. He can make his own decisions and, for all I care, getting drunk can be one of them!” Pepa paused to take a sip. “But tonight?! It’s his only sister’s wedding for the love of-. Little brat, always doing everything to be in the spotlight!”

Félix gently massaged his wife’s shoulders and soon the cloud dispersed. Pepa’s jaw was still clenched.

“We don’t know where he is,” Mirabel said, walking over to her friend. “He run off after Pepa found him trying to eat the frozen dough my mom prepared for tomorrow’s Almojábanas.”

Y/N had to press her lips together really tightly so that she wouldn’t start laughing. Seeing Mirabel’s expression, she knew she was doing the same thing.

“Great,” Y/N sighed. “It’s only a matter of time before he makes a complete fool out of himself.”

Mirabel nodded. “I’ll go check the party, maybe he’s wandering somewhere. Hopefully, I’ll get to him before Dolores sees him.” she patted Y/N shoulder and returned to the patio.

Y/N walked over to Pepa. “You should go and enjoy the party, Señora,”

“But-“

“I’m sure Dolores wouldn’t want you to worry on a day like this,” she cut the woman off. The girl grabbed her hands gently and pulled her up. “I’ll look for him and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. You have my word,” she reassured her.

Pepa smiled gratefully and gave Y/N a big kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you,” Félix whispered to Y/N as he guided his wife out of the kitchen. Y/N watched them leave, before clasping her hands together.

“Alright Madrigal,” she sighed. “where the hell are you?”

—

Camilo was not in his room. He wasn’t on the first floor at all actually. Y/N didn’t find him in the gardens as well.

What if I did find him, but he was pretending to be someone else?

Y/N dreaded that thought. If that was the case, everything would’ve been way harder. She went back to the ground floor, the party still lively. She noticed Mirabel dancing with Dolores. Probably to distract her from finding out her brother was most likely laying somewhere passed out. That or Mirabel decided her primo was not worth her precious time. Both equally likely to be true.

Living in a small village like Encanto meant that everyone knew each other more or less. Y/N decided she could use it to her advantage. Her eyes scanned the room, trying to point out even the slightest changes in the behavior of Encanto residents, hoping one of them is actually the boy she was looking for.

Maybe drunk Camilo is a forgetful Camilo? Maybe he forgot he’s a shapeshifter? That would be nice.

She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. She went over to the minibar - the place that started it all. She sat down on a stool, Y/N didn’t spin this time. She was in no mood for that.

“Y/N?”

She snapped her head towards the sudden voice. She stood up abruptly, seeing Camilo leaning against the wall. The moment she locked eyes with him, he smiled brightly and skipped over to her.

“Hi,” he said with a grin. He looked like an excited child, swinging back and forth on the balls of his feet. What’s gotten him so happy?

“Hi? That’s what I get? Do you have any ide-hmph!”

Before she could start getting angry, Camilo cut her off with… A hug. He slid his hands under her arms and tightly wrapped them around her waist. His face was buried in the crook of her neck. Y/N’s cheeks flushed when she felt his warm, alcohol-smelling breath on her skin. “Camilo?”

“Shush, you’re too loud, princesa.”

Camilo hugged her tighter, slightly lifting her of the ground. She hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck when she stopped feeling the floor underneath her feet.

“Oh, dios mío, Camilo.” she sighed not letting go. “How are you feeling?”

Camilo smiled and Y/N could feel that. Her face became even warmer. “Better now, that you found me.”

“Yeah, okay.” the cheeky Camilo she knew was still there. “We should get you to bed.”

Camilo loosened the grip on her figure and faced her with a smirk. Y/N hit his arm.

“No.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“The look on your face was enough. Let’s go.” she grabbed his wrist and started leading him towards the stairs.

“Ay, hermosa, are you mad at me?” Camilo pouted. Y/N didn’t respond. Just tugged on his hand.

“Y/N, mi vida, princesa, cariña,” Camilo whined. “Mi amor.”

Y/N shot him an angry look. A furious one actually. Camilo just laughed and then it was his turn to pull Y/N by her hand. And so he did just that, making them stop just in front of his room. Y/N glared at him. Camilo tapped her nose. Her death stares were not working well, that dumbass was grinning from ear to ear.

“Don’t be mad at me,” he whispered.

Silence.

“Please,”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I’ll think about it. Did you throw up? How bad is it?”

She inspected his face and Camilo smiled wider, if that was even possible. But then his expression fell and his gaze spaced out. “You know, now that you mention this…”

Y/N’s eyes widened in fear. She grabbed his shoulders, turned him so his back was facing her.

“Okay, bathroom it is.” she rushed him towards the baño.

—

“Thanks, Mira,”

Camilo was not in a good state. He may have stopped puking fifteen minutes ago, but there was no way he’d stand up on his own. Y/N didn’t let him leave the bathroom. First, his head had to stop spinning. She was guarding the bathroom’s door, when Mirabel came to check on them, with a glass of water and one of Julieta’s arepas.

“Is he okay?” Mirabel asked.

“Nope,” Y/N responded, taking the drink and snack from her friend’s hands.

“Good. Karma,”

Y/N shot her an amused look. “This your cousin for Christ’s sake,” she said with laughter. Mirabel shrugged.

“Eh.” she pulled her glasses up her nose. “You got this, right?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, don’t worry. He’s not the only fine babysitter in town,”

Mirabel chuckled and made her way downstairs. Presumably to assure Pepa that her son was in good hands.

Y/N stepped into the bathroom, closing the door with her foot. She sat down in front of the shapeshifter. Camilo shot her a lopsided grin. He opened his mouth to say something, but the girl stopped him by shoving the arepa in his mouth.

“Eat. You’ll feel better,” she said and gave him the glass of water. He took it and almost spilled the liquid all over the floor.

Still tipsy. Y/N thought. He couldn’t see straight.

“So,” Y/N started. “wanna tell me why you drunk so much?”

Camilo looked at her puzzled. He swallowed the food before answering. “I told you already, turns out I make pretty decent drinks,”

Y/N shook her head. “No. That’s the version you told me and Mirabel. What’s the version you’re gonna tell me? You know, just me,”

There was no doubt about Y/N being Mirabel’s best friend. Ever since they were eight years old they had been stuck to the hip. The Madrigals quickly took a liking to the girl and in no time she was being treated like a part of the family. Y/N had this ability, this gift, to be able to befriend just about everyone. Camilo was no exception. He liked her too. A lot. He just expressed that in his own way. By teasing and calling her pet names, of course. But, truth to be told, he did consider Y/N one of his closest friends. And while Mirabel was Y/N’s secret keeper, Y/N was his. He liked knowing someone outside of his family is willing to listen to his stupid rants. She knew some pretty wild stuff about him, that no one else did. Well, maybe except of his sister. The point was that Camilo could trust Y/N, because she saw right through him anyway.

He groaned covering his face. He hit his head against the wall that he was resting his back on and looked up.

“Ay, mi corazón, you know me too well,” he chuckled, the smile reappearing on his face. “I guess… It’s just the whole wedding thing, you know. Makes one contemplate all their life choices and stuff.”

“Are you having an existential crisis? I can’t deal with a breakdown and drunk Camilo, nope. I only have two hands,”

“No,” Camilo laughed lightly. “I don’t know, life moves fast and shit. God, I’m so drunk.”

“Alright, take it easy, amigo,”

Y/N crawled across the floor and positioned herself next to the boy. Their hips were touching, but none of them minded, having been this close before. She turned her head towards the counter next to them and reached into a drawer. Her arm was twisted at a funny angle as she was scouring the inside of the drawer. After a few seconds, she took out a black pen. She grinned in victory. She spun the pen in her fingers, turning back to Camilo and that was when he realized she was holding an eyeliner. Taking Camilo's hand in her own, she took the cap off using her teeth and began doodling on the back of his palm. Nothing specific, just random shapes and words. The boy looked at her with a smile and half-lidded eyes. He placed his head on her shoulder, his curls brushing against her cheek.

“Are you mad at me?” Camilo asked quietly.

No. Y/N wrote on his palm.

“Good,” he nodded tiredly. “Y/N?”

She hummed waiting for whatever he had to say.

“Do you ever want to get married?”

She stopped in her tracks. Her grip on the eyeliner tightened. She looked at him, eyes wide and eyebrows high.

“I… I don’t know,” she said truthfully.

Camilo wrapped his hand around her palm. He started playing with her fingers. “Well, you should. You’d make a beautiful bride,”

“Oh, I know, Milo.” she replied cheekily. Her voice filled with pride. Camilo chuckled, his cheeks and nose pink and Y/N wondered whether it was because of the comment he had made or his drunken state.

“Y/N, you know I like you, right?”

“I like you too Camilo. Usually,”

“I want you to always be in my life,”

“Is this another proposal?”

“Don’t go anywhere, mi vida. Promise me that.” he ignored her question.

Camilo grabbed her cheeks, rather harshly and sloppily, and made her look at him. Y/N felt the words stuck in her throat as she stared into his eyes. His gaze was pleading and she could see his eyes becoming glassy like he was about to cry.

“I promise,” she ensured him.

Camilo nodded with satisfaction and let go of her face. “Good, that’s good.” he sighed, closing his eyes. Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Was Camilo falling asleep? God, she hoped so.

“I don’t think I like being a shapeshifter anymore,”

Nope, far from falling asleep.

“Why is that?” Y/N wondered.

“Because,” he choked out. “I’m only important when I’m not myself.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Camilo…”

“Could you help me get to my room?” he cut her off.

The girl blinked at the sudden change of topic and a confused sound left her mouth. She watched Camilo trying to stand up, his gaze was successfully avoiding hers. He seemed flustered and embarrassed like he was suddenly filled with regret. Like he thought that sudden confession was too much. “Please?”

She swallowed and nodded. She tightly wrapped her right arm around his torso, helping him up to his feet. Her other hand took his and she swung around her shoulder. Her hand started caressing his palm. Camilo stumbled, but fortunately, Y/N’s firm grip prevented him from ending up on the floor again. She slowly and carefully led him to his bedroom.

She looked at him from the corner of her eye. Her lips parted slightly, the words got stuck in her throat. She wanted to tell him, tell him that he was important. Hell, he was probably one of the most important people in her life. She wanted to tell him that it was okay to feel that way and that he could tell her more. She wanted to tell him she was there and that she’ll always be. She promised after all, right? She wanted to tell him he could be sad, angry, scared when around her. He didn’t have to act like the cheeky chameleon everyone assumed he was.

Camilo, don’t shut me out.

But she remained silent.

—

Camilo hadn’t said anything since getting out of the baño. The only sounds he made were the occasional sniffs. He was sitting at the edge of his bed with his head down. He couldn’t remember how exactly he ended up there, but was thankful he did. Y/N stood in front of him. She carefully removed the black waistcoat that his tío Augustín had lent him. Camilo didn’t even realize how much it felt like a rib crushing hug on him.

“Do you need anything?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I could go grab more water-”

“No!” Camilo exclaimed as he grabbed her wrist. Y/N looked at him, startled. “Just… Just stay…”

“Okay, sure,”

Camilo’s grip on her wrist loosened and his hand slid down to her palm. He intertwined their fingers together. He lightly pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her waist, his head leaned against her stomach. Camilo’s breath hitched as he felt her fingers sliding in his locks, Y/n’s scent reached his nostrils. She smelled like almonds. Very sweet, but not too sweet. But perhaps his own smell, the alcoholic one, was mixing with hers, taking away some of that sweetness. Whatever the scent was, Camilo decided he wouldn’t let go of the girl if it meant he could smell it forever.

“You wanna talk about what you said back there?” she asked with caution.

“What do you mean?”

“Camilo, come on. You’re worrying me,”

“I am?” he asked, looking up at her. Y/N rolled her eyes when she noticed the corner of his mouth lifting up. “No te preocupes, hermosa. I was just joking. That’s like… my whole thing, right?”

“Ay, Camilo,”

Y/N untangled herself from his grip at which Camilo had to fight the urge to groan in disappointment. She sat on his bed, legs crossed, and she motioned for him to do the same. With a sigh, he obliged and sat facing her. Camilo thought that they looked like they were about to play battleship. But then he realized that was a bad observation because they didn’t have the game. The alcohol was making him really dumb. What kind of thought even was that?

Y/N leaned forward with her hands on her knees. She eyed Camilo with squinted eyes and thin lips. The shapeshifter almost looked away. Her heavy gaze was not making him comfortable. Suddenly he felt very, very small and very, very vulnerable. Like Y/N was looking directly into his soul and mind. He didn’t like that. He was going to snap soon and start shapeshifting out of nervousness. So he decided to do the next best thing.

“Like what you see?” he asked cheekily trying to cover the agitation with a smug look.

Nothing in his eighteen years of life had prepared him for her response.

“Yes,” she said matter of factly. “You’re a beautiful boy, Camilo.”

Chaos. That was what commenced in his head. His thoughts started flying everywhere, he was sure that his mind looked like one of his mom’s hurricanes. All his usual remarks got lost somewhere and his mind went blank. His cheeks got warm and red, so did his nose and neck. He tried to say something, anything. But all that came out were quiet and pathetic attempts to form simple words. His breath hitched and his pupils got small.

“W-what?” he stuttered.

“You’re a beautiful boy,” Y/N repeated with such calm that it made Camilo shiver. “You’re beautiful when you’re you, Camilo.”

“I-”

“Has no one ever told you that?” Y/N asked. But she didn’t wait for a response.

She changed her position and crawled over to the boy in front of her. They were now inches apart and Camilo could see her face very clearly. He noticed a little scar close to her eyebrow and wondered if it had always been there. Y/N grabbed his forearm.

“You have pretty arms,” she started carefully. “I like your elbows, especially when you use them to shove me when you find out you won the bet we had.”

Camilo’s head was empty, he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move or think. All he could do was stare intensely at his friend. Y/N dropped his arm and pushed some of his hair out of his forehead.

“I like your forehead,” she continued with a shrug. “Because it’s a perfect spot to flick you when you do something dumb, like today.” she flicked him lightly. “Also, I like how this is the only spot you let Pepa kiss because it’s less embarrassing than a kiss on the cheek.”

Camilo involuntarily raised his gaze as if he was trying to see his forehead. Y/N smiled at that. She cupped his face next.

“I like your face a lot, especially your freckles. They look like constellations.” she rubbed her thumb on his cheeks. “I like your lips too.”

“Wait, what?” he said gently, genuinely surprised.

“Yeah, I like when they curve into a smile, you have a pretty smile,”

“You mean it?”

“It’s kind of addicting to look at,” she added and that made Camilo smile. Y/N booped his nose and returned to her previous position.

She sighed and looked at the boy. He looked back and their eyes met. And Camilo swore he saw the purest admiration in her gaze. Like she was looking at the most precious thing ever. He hoped it wasn’t just his drunk brain playing tricks on him. Oh god, he really hoped so. They stayed like this for a while. Eyes locked, smiles on their faces and the feeling of the almond smell hugging them.

“You should get some rest. You need to be in form when Dolores sends Isabela to hunt you down tomorrow.” Y/N stood up and ruffled his hair. Camilo grinned like a little kid.

“That’s smart, you’re a smart one, you know,” he said on one breath. Y/N scoffed. Camilo stood up abruptly, making her step back in surprise.

“But first,” Camilo skipped over to his desk. He regretted that instantly feeling his gut twist. He grabbed a notebook and a pen. “write down everything you just said.”

“Excuse me?” Y/N asked. Her face indicated that she was very, very confused.

“I need this for later,” he didn’t have to explain what for. Y/N immediately guessed he wanted to brag to his cousins later. “also… Just so if I wake up with a blank mind, I’ll remember.”

“Okay, I suppose that’s fine.” she grabbed the items and started scribbling words as Camilo crawled into his bed. He lied down with a dreamy sigh.

He looked at Y/N with half-lidded eyes and a shit-eating grin. He scanned her face. Her eyes were focused, her lower lip bit by her teeth and eyebrows scrunched. And Camilo thought it was a pretty sight.

“Can I marry you?”

“This is the third time today, you’re getting repetitive,” Y/N responded nonchalantly giving him the notebook back.

“Please? I want Mirabel to lose the bet,” he begged with clasped hands.

Y/N started laughing. Camilo scoffed loudly and dramatically rolled his eyes. He pointed a finger gun at her. He held her at gunpoint. They often did that to get the truth out of the other. A childish thing, but cute nevertheless.

“Marry me,” he demanded. Y/N pressed her lips tightly to not let out more giggles.

“Go to sleep,”

“Answer me first,”

“No,”

“No as in No, I won’t marry you or No, I won’t answer?”

“Keep talking and I’ll send Isa after you myself,”

“Feisty, I like that,”

Y/N smacked him on the head. She pushed him down onto the mattress and wrapped the covers around him. She made sure to do it as tight as possible, secretly wanting him to not be able to untangle himself and escape. Camilo’s gaze was focused on the notebook as she was doing so. He paid no mind to her as he reread the words over and over smiling under his nose.“Dulces sueños, Milo,”

She turned on her heel. Just as she was about turn the doorknob, she heard Camilo mutter.

“I knew you were attracted to me after all,”

She grabbed one of his shoes that was lying by her feet and threw it at him.

—

“How is he?” Mirabel asked, seeing her friend back downstairs. Pepa, Julieta and Augustín stood behind Mira.

“Asleep.” Y/N’s response made the adults exhale in relief. A little cloud above Pepa’s head disappeared. Augustín stepped forward and opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N cut him off.

“Your waistcoat survived, don’t worry,” she chuckled. The man smiled in relief. Pepa and Julieta thanked the girl before going back to the party, this time with close to no worry. Mirabel grabbed Y/n’s arm and hooked it with her own. Y/N smiled at her friend.

“You good?” Mira asked.

“Yep,” Y/N responded. “I survived too, somehow.”

“Good, because I’ve been dying to dance with you the whole night,”

Y/N had no time to tell Mirabel that she was still pretty worn out after dancing with Antonio as Mirabel spared no time in pushing her friend onto the dance floor. She was soon surrounded by all three Madrigal sisters. Many strands of hair escaped Isabela’s updo and her lipstick was a tiny bit smudged but that didn’t stop her from grabbing Luisa’s arms and spinning her while jumping around with a happy smile. Y/n let herself relax and enjoy the rest of the night. She spun Mirabel around and her eyes scanned the room. Most of the people had already left so, besides a few villagers, the only ones left were the Madrigals. She spotted Julieta dancing with her husband and chuckled lightly seeing that she was leading.

Smart move. She congratulated Julieta in her mind.

She noticed Abuela, who seemed to not have left the dance floor since Y/N last saw her. She looked at Pepa and the many rainbows above her head as she watched her husband dancing with their youngest son. Then her eyes drifted to Dolores - the star of the night. Y/N’s eyebrows shot up a little at the sight. Dolores was dancing slowly with her tío Bruno. His moves were a little sloppy and awkward, but he did seem like he was genuinely enjoying himself. He looked happy.

Dolores’ eyes met Y/N’s and the bride smiled and winked at the girl. Y/N shook her head as she knew what Dolores meant. With that smile, she was silently thanking her for babysitting her troublemaking brother and by that wink she let her know that indeed, she’d be sending Isa after Camilo the next morning. Maybe she’d even let Luisa join her.

“He’s so dead,” Y/N concluded.

MASTERLIST

“Goodnight” (part 2) // “Surprise” (part 3)

[starlitvega]

Decided to make a short little Encanto fanfic and show it on here! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1779

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You were Mirabel’s younger sister, younger by a year, and her ceremony was a disaster. She didn’t get her gift as intended, and as a result, everyone was on edge and skeptical as to if yours was going to be the same. That day, you couldn’t help but feel so sorry for your sister. The party was cut short, and people left in disappointment. You remember hearing her cries and sobs, your parents and sisters trying to comfort her in any way they could.

You were so confused and afraid. Afraid for your sister, your family, and more importantly, yourself. Why didn’t she get a gift? Has the family’s blessing finally run out? Were you going to end up the same way on your special day? The thoughts had plagued your mind everyday since Mirabel’s ceremony, and now it was yours.

You watched nervously from the sidelines as people dashed around the house, helping set up the decorations and prepare the food. As you fiddled with your hands, you hadn’t even noticed your cousin Camilo approaching you from the side.

“¡Hola, mi prima!” He said excitedly, patting you hard on the back and making you jump. You turned around, and were somewhat surprised when you turned and saw Camilo, face giddy. You nervously smiled back at him and replied. “Hola, Camilo! What are you doing here?” He looked at you quizzically.

“We’ll, I just wanted to see my little cousin on her big day! Is that so much to ask?” He jokingly teased, bumping your shoulder. You giggled at his behavior and you shook your head. “No, no! There’s nothing wrong with that, you silly goose!” You replied. “I’m just a bit nervous, that’s all.” Camilo’s happy mood dropped a bit, and he gave you a reassuring smile.

“Listen, I know you’re a bit nervous, especially after last time, but I promise that everything is going to be okay. And if it doesn’t, well, we don’t need to think about that.” He said rubbing your back. You smiled at his words. “Gracias, Camilo.” You replied. You could feel a sense of ease wash over you, and you took a deep breath in. “¡Ay, anything for mi prima pequeña!”

“Y/N! Dónde estás?” You heard your mom, Julieta, call out for you from upstairs. Immediately, your nervousness grew again, but Camilo put his hand on your shoulder. “You’ve got this okay? You’re gonna do great.” He whispered. You hesitantly nodded your head, and you made your way towards your mom.

As you climbed the stairs, you could feel the stares on you, and you were sure you could hear some whispers as well. You could feel yourself panic, and you began to ascend the stairs quicker. As you approached the second floor, you stared at your door, bright and glowing. Mirabel’s was supposed to be next to it. Would yours end up the same way? You decided not to dwell on the thought, and as soon as you made it to the second floor, you quickly dashed to the daycare.

You shut the door behind you as quietly as you could before you turned around. You were met with the loving faces of your mother and father, sitting on the bed with their hands clasped together. “Ah, there she is! How’s my little girl doing?” Your father said excitedly, getting up from the bed and walking towards you with a bright grin on his face. You chuckled and gave him a hug, which he happily accepted.

“I’m fine, papa! I’m just scared, that’s all.” You admitted shyly, tugging at your dress. Your father gave you a knowing grin and kneeled down. “Listen, I know that you're nervous, especially after your sister’s ceremony. You’re afraid you aren’t going to get a gift.” He responded, holding your hands and giving them a tight, reassuring squeeze.

You heard the bed creak, and soon your mother was by your side. “There’s no need to be nervous, sweetheart. All you need to know is that we’ll love you forever and always, with or without a gift.” She said, voice sweet and genuine. You couldn’t help but a smile a bit at that. “Remember, the gift is not what makes you special. You are.” She walked back over to the bed, grabbed the white and yellow dress that sat on it, and handed it to you.

“Now, let’s get you ready. Abuela will be here any second.” Julieta said, taking your head in her palms and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

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After you had gotten yourself ready in the dress, Abuela came in soon afterwards. She explained to you how the family was blessed with an encanto, and that the family now uses it to help out those in the village. You weren’t too enamoured with the story, instead focused on how the light coming into your room had dimmed, and how the candle was the only thing keeping the room lit.

You knew that the ceremony was drawing closer with each passing second, and you began to grow nervous yet again. Then, you heard the sound of the karma clock bouncing along the form, the casita pushing into view to show you that it was time for the ceremony to begin. You felt your stomach drop, and you looked at Abuela with concerned eyes. “Don’t worry mi nieta. I'm sure your gift will be as wonderful and as unique as you.”

You smiled nervously. Casita shifted the bed under you, and you giggled. “Okay okay, casita! We’re coming.” You stood up from the bed, sliding on your shoes before helping Abuela get up from off the bed. You led her towards the door, a bit of a pep in your step, and with one last deep breath in, you opened the door. People were gathered around, chatting and muttering to each other in excitement. Casita quickly drew you away, taking you down the stairs with haste as the ceremony began.

Once you made your way down the steps, you were met with your sisters and parents, all grinning at you. “Aww, look at you! So adorable in your little dress.” Your older sister, Isabella, cooed, walking up to you and leaning down to admire your outfit. You blushed a bit at the compliment. “Gracias, hermana.” You managed to squeak out.

“We can’t wait to see what your gift is, mi amor. We’ll be in the crowd, okay?” Your mother said, giving you a reassuring smile. You smiled back, and nodded your head. Before your family departed, you gave each of them a hug, being sure to hug Mirabel for a bit longer than the rest before letting them go.

As your parents and siblings disappeared, the sound of drums beating began to play out, and you knew it was time. You took your place behind the veil of flowers, a nervous sweat beginning to break out. You listened intently to Abuela’s speech, the same as the one she gave you in the room. As soon as it ended, you brushed off anything on your dress, adjusted anything that felt off, and quickly pushed a few hairs behind your ears before clasping your hands together in front of you.

The veil quickly lifted away, the crowd erupting into cheers and shouts of excitement as they saw you. “Okay, this is it.” You thought to yourself. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest, and you felt as if you were going to faint. You looked to your right, and noticed your family, all of them, smiling at you. That brought you a bit of comfort, and as the clapping quieted down, you began to slowly make your way towards the staircase.

All eyes were on you as you walked through the opening in the crowd, up the stairs, and eventually in front of your door. Abuela kneels in front of you, the candles glowing flame shimmering and flickering. “Will you use your gift to honor our miracle?” She asks. You hesitantly nod. “Will you serve this community and strengthen our home?” You nod again. You see the weariness in Abuela’s eyes, and it makes you weary too.

She holds out the candle, and you grab it softly? It’s warm, and it fills your whole being with warmth. It makes you smile, and you soon let go. She stands away from you, allowing you to finally head towards your door. You focus your sights on the door in front, glowing gold and letting off sprinkles of light. With a nervous sigh, you reach your hand towards the knob, the anticipation building, and grip it.

As you turn the handle, the door shines and a wave of gold washes over, and you watch in both relief and excitement as a tapestry of you begins to become apparent. Suddenly, you feel something wet tap you on the shoulder. You turn around and are surprised when you’re met with water “looking” back at you. You glanced around it, and noticed that it had made its way over the house, floating above the crowd and dripping water down on them.

In an instant, it dives towards you, nuzzling your face before moving towards your shirt, swallowing it whole in its mass. You giggled as the water tickled your head, redoing your hair so that it stood upright. The mass gasped in delight and stared in awe as the water played with you. Abuela subconsciously took a step back before turning to the crowd. “We have a new gift!” She announces, and the crowd erupts into cheers.

Tonight is going perfectly!

You pushed your door open, a wave of gold washing over and making new things appear. You watch as the floors and walls form, a chair and bookcase falling in suit, and then, the real thing appears. You and everyone else who had entered stared in awe as a massive tower, seemingly made out of water, rose from an abyss, going higher and higher until it reached its peak. It flowed and moved and made a sound similar to that of a waterfall as it poured down.

You quickly ran to your parents and your sisters, hugging them again, before giggling.

“I guess you were right, I really didn’t have anything to worry about.”

[themusesof75]

I love you, Encanto

[rurivu]

I have been in the Encanto community for a very long time and have not seen a Gender-Bender version🤔

[awkward-madrigals]

TIL that Augustín is actually younger than Julieta and the triplets in general, and I don’t know what to do with this information except that I want to share it with you. Also Felix is older.

[bruno-madrigal-writings]

The Dead Speak to Those who Listen - Pt. 3

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Summary: Pedro makes a request and who are you to say no?

Pairing: Bruno x fem!reader

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: general anxiety, mostly fluff

Original pompt from @vindictivevalerie

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The day was an exceptionally warm one, the skies clear, a beautiful shade of blue.

You were sitting under the shade of a tree, right next to casita. You were writing in a notebook, the scratching of pen on paper loud in your ears, but not as loud as the whisper telling you what to write. You were privy to words that were never meant for your ears, but that without you would never get told. So you wrote dutifully, letter after letter, placing each in their own envelopes with a name on front.

“What’re you up to?”

You jumped at the sudden voice, looking up at the person who had shown up, raising her hand up to block out the sun. You smiled when you saw Bruno. He sat by your side with a huff, leaning against you and resting his head on your shoulder. Pedro was smiling at the two of you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at him and put your things down, careful to make sure the words were hidden, and you gave all your attention to your boyfriend.

“So, what’ve you been doing this morning?” you asked, wrapping an arm around him and pressing a kiss into his hair. He hummed happily, a small smile on his face.

“I was just helping Luisa with her chores, getting those donkey’s back in their pen.”

You scoffed and shook your head.

“You’d think that guy would have that figured out by now.” Bruno chuckled, closing his eyes and tilting his head to kiss your shoulder. “You know what I think? I think that boy of his is letting them out.”

Bruno hummed.

“You think?” He mumbled against your shoulder and you nodded.

“I think he fancies Luisa.” You let yourself flip your notebook over and return to your writing, determined to get it done and over with. Pedro picked up on that and continued to tell you what to write. For a moment they sat in peaceful silence, Bruno leaning against you while you wrote.

Finally, you finished the last letter, taking your arm away from Bruno to put it in its envelope. He didn’t much like that, pulling away to watch what you were doing with a frown on his face. His eyes followed you as you picked the pile of letters up, evening them out in your hands. Now you just had to hand them out. You frowned at the thought.

“Hey,” Bruno held one of your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Your shoulders relaxed slightly at the touch, warm and comforting. “What’s on your mind?”

You looked up at him, taking in his big green eyes and the emotions there; care, love and a bit of concern. You smiled at him, kissing his forehead and leaning your head against his.

“I’m just … worried. I’m probably going to mess up your families whole day with these letters.” You lifted up the pile slightly before letting it fall back into your lap, thumb rubbing over the smooth paper where the name ‘Dolores’ was written. “Pedro asked me to write them. They’re from him.”

For a moment, Bruno didn’t say anything. You could see him thinking, looking down at the pile of papers.

“Really?”

You nodded.

“Did you think he wouldn’t want to talk to any of you?” You asked with a smirk. He shrugged.

“Well, I don’t think it’s going to ruin anyone’s day or anything. They’d be happy to get letters from him.”

You shrugged, looking down at the pile, unable to meet his eyes.

“There’s going to be a lot of crying. I don’t like making people cry, especially them."

“But it’s not always a bad thing. People cry with any emotion, as long as it’s strong enough. That doesn’t mean their day is ruined or something.”

“Still not looking forward to it., but…” You looked at him again with a smile. “Gracias.”

He smiled back, delighted to help. The sight made you giggle and you kissed him. It was just a quick peck on the lips but that was all it took for his cheeks to flush, a dopey sort of grin tugging at his lips. You giggled again, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek, feeling warmth bloom in your chest when he melted into your touch, turning his head to kiss your palm.

“Te amo, Bruno.”

“Te amo.” he sighed. “I can help you hand them out.” He offered but you shook your head.

“Thanks, but I’ve got it. Besides,” You smirked, shoving a letter with his name printed on it in his face. “You have your own letter to read.”

He blinked at it a moment before gently taking it from your fingers, brow knitted together as he frowned at it.

“You know, for some reason I didn’t … wasn’t sure I’d …”

You gave his hand an encouraging squeeze and left another kiss on his temple before getting up, brushing the dirt off your skirts with one hand and holding the rest of your things with the other.

“I’ll see you later, mi amor.”

He grunted in acknowledgment, already lost in his own thoughts. Pedro gave you a parting wave, sitting down by his son to watch as he opened the envelope.

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It was mid afternoon by the time most of the letters had been handed out.

Dolores got hers second. She had come to you, taking the letter without comment, just a slight nod. Camilo was with her, looking confused by the whole situation but taking his letter anyways. You left before either had opened them.

Then you went into town, finding Luisa helping fix a house. She tucked it away and told you she’d read it once she was on break. Antonio was helping with the donkey’s when he got his. You had offered to read it for him if he needed, but he wanted to try and read it for himself, and his mamá could always help with the harder words. Isebela was helping with the farmers nearby so she got her letter next, then Julieta and Augustine since they were in the town square. Mirabel was entertaining a group of children when she got yours. You told her to read it when she was somewhere private and she had looked confused but agreed. You purposely gave Pepa hers second to last, trying to avoid getting rained on, and Félix was with her so he got his. By the time you were walking back to Casita there was only one letter left, the thickest of the bunch. This was the one you were the most anxious about.

Alma Madrigal was a strong woman and you knew that. She had practically built the town from the ground up while raising three children alone. And she had made mistakes along the way, but she had done her best and, everything considered, she had done an amazing job. But …

You weren’t sure how she was going to react, and that made you nervous.

There was a clap of thunder from the sky, the only warning you got before the clouds covered the sun and the rain poured down in a torrent. But you knew that was coming and you were able to tuck the paper away before dashing the last distance to the house. Casita opened the front doors for you, ushering you inside before shutting tight against the downpour.

You sighed once you were inside, wringing your wet skirts out and glancing around the edges of the courtyard. You almost instantly found Bruno in the sitting area, sitting cross legged on the couch, staring at the rain, paper clutched in his hands. He looked distant, thoughtful, and as you walked closer you could see the tears threatening to fall.

“Bruno?”

For a moment, he didn’t do anything and you wondered if he had even heard you. Then, with slow and deliberate movements, he folded the paper up, tucking it away somewhere under his ruana, and looked up at you. He didn’t need to say anything. You sat by his side, wrapping your arms around him the best you could without getting him wet. You could feel him take a deep breath, hugging your arms close to himself. The two of you sat in silence, watching the rain as it fell, thunder rolling and lightning flashing every once in a while.

You only let go when you heard a door closing from the second floor balcony, a familiar voice grumbling about the weather.

You sighed, giving Bruno a kiss on the cheek before letting him go and pulling the last letter out of your pocket. He glanced at it then back at you before giving a nod. You nodded back, taking a deep breath and forcing yourself up before you lost the nerve.

“Señora?” you called once you had climbed the stairs. The woman was still in front of her door, black shawl clutched tight around her shoulders. Pedro was with her as he often was, standing by her side and frowning at the rain. She brought her attention to you, a kind smile on her face, and you felt your nerves returning.

“Y/N! Mi hija, you’re soaked through!” She fretted over you, a frown on her face, but you waved her off.

“Oh, don’t worry about me, Señora. I’m dry underneath. I’ll just head home for a change of clothes when the rain lets up.”

She nodded, looking out to the rain once more.

“Ay, Pepa must be really upset for it to be this bad.” She said with a sigh, worry for her daughter clear on her face.

“Ah, lo siento, that … that might be my fault, I’m afraid.” The woman looked at you once more, confused, but you couldn’t meet her eyes. You fidgeted with the envelope in your hands, drawing her attention towards it. You took another deep breath and handed it to her, the letter hovering between you a moment before she took it, inspecting the ink that wrote out her name. “Everyone got one. It’s … it’s from Pedro.”

Her head snapped up at you, glinting with an emotion you couldn’t place. Her eyes searched yours for something, gaze intense. Pedro put a nonexistent hand on her shoulder, a pained expression crossing his face as his attempts to comfort his wife failed. Eventually she nodded, turning back to her door and leaving without a word.

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By the time the rain stopped you had dried out naturally, so you decided not to go home. You preferred to stay at Casita, with Bruno in his room, letting him talk. He had a lot of thoughts after reading his letter. Before the two of you got to his room he had already read it over many times.

“He’s really proud of me?” He asked, turning to you with his big doe eyes, searching. You were sitting on his bed, cuddling. You smiled your gentlest smile, kissing his temple and rubbing circles into his back.

“Of course he is. All you’ve ever done is what you thought was best for your family and love them and care for them. That is what’s most important to him.”

Bruno hummed, leaning his head against your shoulder. You started playing with his hair, running your hand through the curls and twisting little braids into his hair. He read through the letter again, a little smile starting to pull at his lips. He sighed, pressing a kiss into your neck.

“Gracias, mi amor. This … this means everything to me.” He turned in your arms, so that he was laying in front of you, his arms around your middle and looking up at you. He smiled at you, dazzling and loving, making your heart flip. “You’re truly someone amazing.”

You felt your face heat up and an awkward smile pull at your lips. You chuckled.

“Oh, hush you.” You patted at his face, making him chuckle as well.

“What? I’m just telling you the truth. You’re the most amazing -”

“No.”

“Beautiful-”

“Stop!”

“Perfect, best -”

“Come on, Bruno…”

“Angel of a woman to ever exist.”

You were as red as a tomato by now, making him laugh, loud and warm. He kissed you, lips soft against yours, and you hummed. He pulled away a moment later and you buried your face in his hair, making him laugh again and nuzzle into your neck. The moment was interrupted by the creaking of wood, the floorboards moving about to get your attention. Bruno groaned, pulling himself away from you and standing up. You watched him stretch, his shirt riding up slightly to show the soft skin of his stomach.

“Come on, it’s dinner time.” He offered his hand to you and you took it, giggling as he pulled her off the bed and into a hug, stealing another kiss.

Dinner was going to be … interesting. You could feel the anxiety building as you left Bruno’s room, but you reminded yourself that it was going to be fine. The last time you were this anxious everything had gone very well, and this time it wasn’t even that bad.

Everything was fine.

You took a deep breath as the two of you entered the dining room.

Most everyone was already there, though you wouldn’t be able to tell by the sound of it. It was unusually quiet. Dolores and Isabella were talking with each other and Antonio was giggling at his animals, but otherwise no one spoke, the only other sound being Julieta and Augustine working in the kitchen, bringing food over to the table. You rushed to help them, just to have something to do, and Bruno did the same.

They had just finished setting the table when Alma entered the kitchen.

You froze, standing in the middle of the room, trying to decipher the look on the older woman’s face. She was staring straight at you, gaze intense, hands clutching at the letter you had given her.

You glanced around the room, noticing that nearly everyone was staring at the two of you, making your skin crawl. You hated being the center of attention, especially when dealing with such extreme emotions as everyone was sure to be feeling. You felt the ghost of a hand brush against your shoulder in an attempt at comfort, Pedro’s voice whispering through the air.

‘She isn’t mad.’

The words helped to ease the tension in your shoulders some, but not completely.

“Señora…” You tried to start but quickly stopped, unsure what you were supposed to say.

Eventually she moved, walking closer to you before wrapping you up in a hug. You froze a moment, uncertain, but slowly returned the hug. It lasted longer than you were comfortable with, but you weren’t about to pull away first. You could tell she really needed this by the way she held you so tightly.

Eventually, she did pull away, still clutching your arms, a smile on her face. She pat your cheek and walked away, taking her spot at the head of the table. Everyone else took their spots as well, starting to take up normal conversation.

You felt someone grab your hand and looked over to see Bruno, a wide smile on his face. He tugged you towards the table and you let him lead you to your usual seat.

Once everyone was sitting, Alma cleared her throat, grabbing everyone’s attention. All eyes were on her.

“Before we get started,” she said, her eyes picking you out. “I believe we all owe Y/N a thank you.”

And like that all the attention was on you once more, though this attention was far less tense. Everyone was smiling and shouting their gratitude at you. You could feel your face heating up as you tried to wave them off, a hand coming up to cover your face, a slight smile on your face. Among all the commotion you could hear Bruno chuckle from next to you and felt him kiss your temple, his hand finding yours under the table and squeezing.

"Y/N." Alma said, and you forced yourself to look at her. "I will never be able to express how grateful I am. Getting to read Pedro's words again ... It means more to me than I could ever say. Gracias, mi hija. Gracias desde el fondo de mi corazon."

"It was nothing ..." you mumbled, but that didn't stop her from smiling at you and shaking her head fondly.

After that, dinner returned to it’s usually liveliness. You weren’t quite able to wipe the smile of your face, your chest feeling fuzzy and warm.

And looking above it all was Pedro, overflowing with love and warmth for his family.

[brezchez]

My brain always seems to function best at midnight so this popped into my head last night

Thoughts on possibly an upcoming fic?

Opening to closure

The wedding anniversary of Alma and Pedro is approaching and Julieta has an idea of something special to do.

She pitches the idea to the adults, who then tell the children and they agree to it.

They also tell the townspeople and they promise to do their best managing their own chores for that day so the Madrigals can enjoy the anniversary.

On the day, as Abuela goes down for breakfast, she notices there are more ingredients than usual on the counter. She asks Julieta about them and she lies terribly, struggling to get through that she put them there by accident.

Mirabel luckily saves her.

As they go out to help the community, Abuela notices that they're doing a lot more for themselves than usual. She isn't complaining but is surprised to see it all.

Towards midday, she notices that she isn't seeing much of her family. She tries to find them but is unsuccessful.

Suddenly, she sees and recognises Antonio's toucan. So she follows it and it leads her to the river where Abuelo Pedro passed away.

She is no longer following the toucan and instead starts walking her own path, tentatively nearing the river.

She hesitates before pushing back a big leaf that she could have sworn wasn't originally there previously. And suddenly she sees a picnic area set up on the grass next to the river.

She walks closer to it and the entire family surprise her.

Abuela cries at the sight of it all as Julieta Bruno and Pepa explain their plan. She hugs them and then brings the entire family for one big group hug.

They then go to start eating.

At one point, Antonio Camilo and Mirabel are playing together in the river and they call for more people to join them.

Pepa Felix Luisa and Augustín join them without hesitation whilst Bruno Julieta and Isabela stay with Abuela.

They all splash in the water together as the other laugh at them having fun.

It starts off with Antonio accidentally splashing Mirabel who retaliates and then accidentally absolutely soaks Camilo. In response he does the same but gets not only them both, but his mama too.

Felix and Augustín laugh at her and the rain cloud that forms above her and doesn't help at all. In response, she moves her cloud over and drenches them too.

The group carry on splashing each other. Pepa then calls to her brother insisting that he comes in.

Bruno refuses but Isabela lifts him with a giant leaf and slides him into the river with them.

They all laugh as he falls. Felix mocks him playfully saying that he should have seen it coming since he can see the future and all.

Bruno retaliates by kicking water straight at him and the group carries on.

Minutes later, they all come out of the water and Julieta gives them all towels to put over themselves.

Before they leave however, they allow Abuela a moment at the river before they go.

She says a few words to her Pedro, thanking for him for blessing her with what she has now. Her only regret is that he wasn't able to experience it all with her.

With that, she finally feels like she has found closure with everything and leaves with tear stained cheeks, but a lighter heart.

She returns to see her 3 children, smiling at her warmly and she embraces them all, not caring that two of them are soaking wet and a little cold.

Softly, she says, "Let's go home." And they do.

Also I'm really close to finishing my Antonio and Camilo fic I'm rly excited for you guys to see that one

[i-am-definitely-not-a-crab]

Did I slap an Encanto “draw the squad” together in less than an hour?

Yes, yes I did.

Credits for the base are still on the base and I’m afraid to @ them in case they’re on this app and see this