#camilo madrigal one shot

[magicalmadrigals]

Why am I actually crying at some of these (facts that come out in the Encanto books) and why would they all make PERFECT prompts for one shots??? I’m getting an idea here ugh.

[usedtobeguest123]

My grandma passed away this last week. She was the matriarch of my family, raising a brood of boys on her own in a new country, and the life I have now I owe to her dedication and sacrifice. She is part of why the character of Abuela resonates so strongly with me, not because of their similarities in character, but because of how meaningful it was to see a story like hers represented in a beautiful, celebrated way in mainstream media.

I'll miss her dearly.

I was going through my unused writing snippets and I found this old one I had started for Encantober "Grief" and never finished. I polished it up a bit and offer it up now in my Abuela's honor. It's inspired by this Twitter-posted poem that resonated with so many people. While I know that there's so much more to the everlasting life after this one, this poem speaks such beauty and childlike peace into that transition, and I adore it for that.

Also, for some reason, I always thought that when the time came for Abuela to pass on, Camilo in particular would have a hard time letting go. Let it in, let it out, let it rain, let it snow, let it go, and all that. He seemed a fitting recipient for this, and also someone likely to ask an uncomfortable question.

Love you Grandma; God bless you and keep you. I can't wait to see you in again in paradise ❤️

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It had been happening all. freaking. day.

He’d turn the corner, see a cup or a flower or a damn leaf that somehow reminded him and poof, he’d be someone else. Papi. Dolores. Luisa—a mess of people in quick succession. Thank God he’d managed to keep from changing into her. He didn’t think he could deal with that. Ay, he didn’t think any of them could.

No one blamed him though. When Mirabel witnessed one of his involuntary shifts on his way to the kitchen that morning, she’d just looked at him with that sappy, stupid face she was always making and gave him a hug that maybe did help him feel a little better.

Papi had clapped him hard on the back, keeping a steadying hand on his shoulder as he shifted back down into his own skin. He'd nodded solemnly, giving him a gentle, encouraging lift under the chin.

Tía Julieta just gave him an extra helping at lunch, teary-eyed yet smiling warmly as always.

But it still sucked.

Dios why couldn’t he just get a grip? He felt so jumpy. Everything set him off. He snapped at Antonio when one of his coatis left cacas outside his room again. Even as he spoke he’d known his voice was a too harsh for the situation. He snapped Isabela, and for once she didn’t snap back. She just sent a tiny bloom of flowers settling into his shirt pocket, their stems only a little spikey. He even snapped at Casita when they both knew he'd just tripped on his own two feet.

But he made sure he was on his absolute best behavior around Mami. You want to talk about jumpy? He had nothing on her. Poor Ma.

He managed to hold it together through the rosary, and the next day at mass too, by some miracle. The ceremony was harder, but he pulled through. But then came the reception. Everyone was talking to him and hugging him and offering condolences and ay how many times can you say thank you, I know she's at peace with just the right sad smile before the words start to lose all meaning? Thank you thank you thankyouthankyo—

So. Phwooo. Here he was now, sneaking out of the reception to the back porch of Casita when no one was looking, just to try to fill his stale lungs with a little more air.

After he shut the door quietly behind him, giving a small pat to the wall in thanks to his accomplice Casita, he turned and was surprised to find he in fact was not alone. There, on the small step that led out to the back patio, was Tío Bruno, a rat of course sitting on his shoulder. Eck. Camilo felt a little shiver go down his back.

He considered turning around to find his own private place to brood, but something stopped him. After a moment, and a small nudge from the tiles beneath his feet, he quietly approached instead.

“Hey,” he said lamely.

“Oh!” Bruno startled, flailing comically, but recovered quickly. “Oh, h-hey there Milo.”

Guess I'm not the only one who’s jumpy.

“Do you mind if I…?” he gestured at the empty spot on the stairs next to his tío.

Bruno nodded rapidly, flapping at the spot with his hands and scooting over a minute amount that made absolutely no difference in available space. Camilo sat.

For a while, they didn’t say anything. The rat had disappeared from Tío Bruno’s shoulder to God knows where. They watched the leaves sway on the large gnarled tree that stood proudly behind Casita.

Man, how old was that thing? It had been there as long as he could remember. At some point, a planter had been built around it where Isabela grew a perpetual explosion of flowers, and a swing hung from one of its thicker branches, but he'd seen pictures of when the back porch had let out to just a field and a tree. Camilo found himself wondering if that old thing had always been there, or if it had come with their Miracle.

It looked ancient. The trunk was at least as wide as four humans, twisting and turning up toward the sky at a slight angle before giving way to countless branches, those branches breaking off on their own as well in seemingly infinite chaos. The canopy splayed out above the courtyard in a protective, verdant umbrella so lush that even in the rain, the area underneath often stayed dry. Down below, the roots wove in and out of the soil like great serpents surfacing for air, defying the boundaries of the neat planter and forever upending the level neatness of the patio.

Camilo couldn’t imagine it not being there. He just couldn’t imagine a world without its constant, unshakeable presence. Something heavy and gripping suddenly settled into his chest, and he swallowed hard.

After a moment, his traitorous mouth opened without being told to and he whispered out question so quietly he wasn't sure if Bruno would even hear him.

“What do you think it’s like?”

“Huh?”

“...dying.” Camilo swallowed again, but didn’t look at his uncle. “What do you think it’s like.”

“Oh.” Bruno’s voice was soft. To Camilo’s surprise, he didn’t fidget or squirm like usual. Instead, he seemed to sort of wilt. Camilo glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He'd leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. He stared up toward the big tree too, but he didn’t seem to be really looking at anything.

It was quiet for so long, that Camilo considered cracking some kind of joke to cover his tracks.

What are you thinking anyway, tonto? he thought. Guy just lost his mom. You gonna drop a rock like that on him? He really did need to get a grip. He needed to break the tension, ease the mood.

“Well, it must not have been that bad if Abuela allowed it to happen,” he joked, his voice light, wry, and guarding. “I think even La Muerte herself would have layed off if Abuela had given her that one stern look she had, ya know?"

Camilo chuckled, but Bruno didn't laugh. He didn't respond at all. He was still looking at the tree with a distant expression. Camilo narrowed his eyes at him—it didn't even seem like he'd heard a thing.

“...Tío?”

At that, Bruno dropped his eyes down to look at his hands, woven together loosely between his bent knees. He tipped his palms up slightly as if he was looking for something there. He took a slow breath, and then he began to speak.

“When I was a kid,” he said, “a-a real little kid, we had this big party at Casita. You know how it goes. House full of people, everything is busy and bright and loud. I don't remember what it was for anymore, b-but the whole time I just was torn between wanting to not miss a minute of it all, but, but, but also trying to be on my best behavior, like I knew Ma would want, a-and also also trying look out for my sisters, who were doing fine by the way, definitely didn't need me looking out for them but—well, anyway.”

Bruno cleared his throat, and Camilo watched him curiously. He nodded for him to continue, and Bruno nodded back.

“A-anyway, I didn't make it through the whole night. I got tired, like kids do, a-and fell asleep in some corner of the courtyard, heh. Passed right out. And Ma—y-your abuela, she found me and picked me up.”

Bruno looked up then, turning to look at Camilo with a sad, crooked smile and an odd brightness in his eyes.

“She carried me upstairs to my room. I could still hear the party—laughter and singing and music and joy—just in the next room over, but in my room with Mamá it was all still and quiet and peaceful. When she tucked me in, she kissed my cheek, and she whispered, ‘You did well, mijo. You did well. I've got you now.’”

Bruno swallowed. “It…it all just felt so…so…safe,” he shrugged. “Like…relief, I guess. Contentment. Idaknow. I think….maybe, um, maybe dying is… something like that.”

The tight feeling was back in Camilo's chest, and he felt a tear streak down his face before he was even aware it was there. He blinked. Bruno looked down at his empty hands again. The air around them had grown cool, the sun now set. The sound of crickets hummed, and the gentle murmurs from the reception wafted out from the warmly lit windows of Casita. Camilo sniffed loudly.

“That doesn't sound so bad,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. Bruno nodded with a broken chuckle, and brought a sleeve up to wipe roughly at his own face.

“Yeah. It doesn't.”

Then, without warning, Camilo’s shoulders quaked, his breath hitching and more tears suddenly appearing as all the pent-up pressure of the day rose to the surface and broke free. He choked out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a cry. Bruno put an arm around him.

The wind blew gently through the branches of the tree, ruffling the leaves in a hushed lullaby. The ropes of the swing creaked sweetly along with it. And there on the porch, settled between the warm murmurs of the reception behind them and the cool peace of the star-filled night, after his breathing had slowed and his tears had been wiped dry, Camilo thought that maybe he could finally feel within him a measure of stillness.

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@dragoneyes618 @frozenwolftemplar

So on the subject of recent topics…

[aeoneri]

Till Death Do Us Part

Summary:

A week of awkward, sweet, and even stressful moments before the big day.

– A “What We Don’t See” One-Shot. The story events happen immediately after the fourth one-shot, Your Past, My Present, Our Future up to the beginning of the final chapter of What We Don't See.

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Mirabel had her hands full. 

The expectant feeling was far greater than what she had experienced when Antonio turned five. Maybe because then, she had been delegated to the sidelines to avoid stepping on the family's toes. Mirabel had wished for her own miracle, and they were answered a few days after. The family was reunited with her Tío Bruno, the problems with the cracks acknowledged and faced, and she became the hero that mended the family back together. 

Change was new and unfamiliar, but this time she was the one pulling the reins. 

"Mi bebé, are you sure about this?" Julieta asked Mirabel after the rest of the family retired for the night. The tension and uncertainty from earlier in the day rendered everyone exhausted, though there was something good that came out of it all. 

"I'm positive, Mamá," Mirabel assured her with a grin. "It's the least I could do."

Julieta cracked a small smile at her daughter's enthusiasm. It had been a decade long wait, but the light at the end of the tunnel beamed brighter than before. It was as the planets aligned and the world became right again when Gabriela, their closest friend, returned, just as the last piece of Casa Madrigal was put into place. There weren’t enough tears of joy to shed before the two lovers broke the news in the presence of the people they love the most.

A wedding. The very one that they had so rightfully deserved.

It was the very definition of madness and insanity to have it held in a week’s time, but it wasn’t far off for the pair. Everyone knew they had always been the most unique Madrigal couple the whole of Encanto had ever seen. The thought made Julieta chuckle which earned her a curious glance from Mirabel. “Why are you laughing, Mamá? Did you think of something funny?”

“I did,“ Julieta mused, pulling Mirabel close into a hug which she returned as fiercely. “I was thinking about how short of a time we have to get everything ready. You’ll have a lot on your plate, Mira, and it’s crazy.”

“I don’t think it’s very much crazy as it is just wanting not to waste any more time? They have been planning this for years, haven't they?”

“Mmm, that’s true. But still, it’s a lot of work for just one person.”

Mirabel blinked up from her mother’s warm hands. “I’m just the coordinator who’ll wrangle all the details together. It’ll be a family affair after all, and I promise we’ll make it the best day of their lives.”

Julieta nodded with a faraway look in her eyes. “Just don’t push yourself too hard, ok?” 

“Don’t worry, Mamá, I won’t. I’m honored they’ve asked me to do this for them.” Mirabel replied sweetly, hoping it’ll ease her mother’s worries. “Anyway, it’s getting late. I’m going off to bed since I have an early morning tomorrow. What about you?”

“You go on ahead, mija. I still have some things to finish here.”

“Okay. ¡Buenas noches, Mamá!” 

“Buenas noches. Duerme bien, mi corazón.” Julieta replied, giving her youngest one last squeeze before watching Mirabel bound up the stairs to her room. For a brief moment Julieta swore she saw golden butterflies of light surrounding her, their shimmering wings fluttering about before disappearing into the night.

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The next few days were heavy with the flurry of activity. Each morning Mirabel left Casita right after breakfast, running a few quick errands before making her way to a small music shop nestled at the edge of the shopping district. She had been in the store many times before, often to buy new sheet music to learn or have her accordion tuned, but recently her visits had more to do with what the town dubbed as the “Wedding of the Century”.

“Buenos días, Tía!”

A woman with caramel skin and striking green eyes was quietly puttering about when Mirabel entered, greeting her with a wide smile. She beamed at the young teen, a radiant smile growing ever wider. “Oh, Mirabel!” Gabriela quickly motioned Mirabel to set her bag down and offered her a seat. “I wasn’t expecting you to come by so early today.”

“Oh, you know how it’s normal for the family to start the day bright and early.” Mirabel teased with an amused grin. “I almost forgot, this is for you!” She hands Gabriela the warm paper bag of pan de queso that she had stashed as a surprise. “The days have been quite hectic since there’s only five days till the wedding, so I thought to give you a nice pick-me-up.”

“Aw, thank you, Mirabel.” Gabriela gingerly opened the package, releasing the comforting scent into the air. “These look so inviting! Let me get you a cup of café and we can talk more about the details over some snacks.”

Once the coffee had been poured and served, the two began discussing the finer points of the upcoming nuptials. The centerpieces and decorations would be arranged by Isabela, who had agreed to decorate the church and the reception with beautiful flowers — provided they let her wing some unique plants in the mix.

“I promise there will be no carnivorous ones!” Isabela insisted. Mirabel feared that it would be the case, but the bride was willing to let her experiment. In the end, Mirabel had no choice but to begrudgingly agree.

Mirabel’s Tía Pepa had begun practicing controlling her tears to avoid raining down on her best friend’s special day, though Bruno looked horrified every time his sister looked his way with a grin that seemed like scheming. 

“I swear Pepa might get back at me for her ruined wedding.” Bruno would grumble in the middle of fitting for his guayabera. “She’s scheming, kid.”

It was likely, but Mirabel had planned back-ups upon back-ups just in case, one of which involved Luisa setting up a tent to shield everyone from an expected downpour.

Mirabel’s strongest sister was also the one who volunteered to create a new mantilla for their Tía Gabriela, which was a small but welcome surprise to everyone that Luisa had finally learned to embrace her softer side. Gabriela had seen the sample, and she cried at how beautiful it was with its intricate and delicate lacing.

“So, that’s what we’ve completed so far.” Mirabel concluded, their cups now empty and bellies a little bit full. “Dolores and Mariano are working on the program flow, which I am leaving them to do…” She made a face before continuing. “And Antonio said his animal friends would like to make a performance to start off the party after.”

“I’m sure Dolores and Mariano are taking this seriously, Mira.” Gabriela’s eyes twinkled. “And I can’t wait to see little Tonio and his friends dancing.” She clasped a hand under her chin and tapped on the list between them both. “So since those are settled, the items left on the list would be the serenade, which I know your Tío must be sweating with, the cake and the gold coins for the padre to bless.”

“I can get the last two arranged, Tía.” Mirabel winked. “Leave them to me.”

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Elsewhere, Bruno found himself struggling with preparing his serenata. Mirabel had done an excellent job with the wedding planning with the rest of the family and even a few townsfolk, but this one was something she couldn’t help him with. So he dragged his brother-in-laws to help him as a one, tiny favor.

They had been stuck at their wits end for hours.

“Why are you stressing out over this, hermano? The serenata should be the last thing on your to-do list.” Félix said, watching Bruno pace back and forth. “Most men would be worrying about their vows first.”

“But I’ve already completed my vows,” Bruno muttered in response. “Also, most men don’t feel the pressure of having to impress their brides…whose entire family are well-known musicians.”

Bruno’s deadpan tone broke Félix’s composure and he laughed so hard that his voice echoed throughout the house. “Ay, Bruno, you never cease to amaze me.” He wheezed. “Of course you’d have the vows ready.”

“Oye, I think his concerns are genuinely valid,” Agustín interjected, looking through his record collection for some ideas. “We didn’t get a chance to do the serenata the first time around.”

“Man, you’ll do great though.” Félix waved a hand nonchalantly. “Whatever you pick, I’m sure Gabriela would like it.”

Bruno scratched the back of his neck in frustration, his hand itching to throw salt and knock on every wooden surface known to man, but he refrained. “That’s the problem, though. I don’t know what to pick. I know she’ll enjoy whatever song we perform, but I just can’t shake the feeling of wanting this to be perfect. If my vows convey how I truly feel about her,” He selected his words thoughtfully while carefully taking out a piece of paper from his breast pocket. “The song has to do so, too.”

The paper was worn with multiple creases that seemed like it had been in his pockets for more than a decade. Bruno held it like it was the most fragile china. “I’ve had this for way longer, even before I asked her to marry me the first time around. I did change a few lines though, while I was hiding away, and added a new one when we both came back recently.”

Bruno looked wistful and Félix thought he could pull a fast one to take the sheet off Bruno’s hands. He reached out to grab it, but Bruno instinctively dodged from Félix’s grasp. “What the hell, Félix? Careful with that!”

“Come on, hermano. The easiest way for us to figure out the perfect song is if you read out your vows! What’s on it?”

“No way, Félix! For a romantic I thought you’d get the gist just as is. Anyway, you’ll hear it at the church in a few days.”

“Pepa is different from Gabriela, and therefore I can’t help you until we know what feelings you want to convey!”

“They’re both women!”

“Different women! Just a quick peek?”

Agustín watched in amusement as the two men became locked in what could only be described as an intricate dance. Every time Félix thought he had Bruno cornered, the lithe man would somehow slide his way out. Agustín’s eyes glanced over the wall clock, knowing that his daughter may come home soon unless he intervened.

“Miércoles, we won’t get anything done this way.” He coughed, making both Félix and Bruno stop their roughhousing to look at him. Finally catching their attention, Agustín proceeded with a possible solution to their conundrum. “Okay, okay, how about this? Bruno, maybe you can just share the essence of what’s on your vows with us? That way Félix and I could get the idea, and you don’t have to divulge everything. It’s a win-win.”

“The essence?” Bruno contemplated for a bit.

“As you said, Félix here is the resident romantic, and if you’re able to paint a picture for us he’d be able to decode it like the suave lover that he is.”

Félix grinned while the seer made a face. “I don’t want to think about what kind of suave lover he is around my sister. Alright, I’ll try to put my thoughts into it so I could wipe out that mental image.”

Bruno proceeded to tell them the thoughts that’s been on his mind, from the very first moment he laid his eyes on his beloved up to the day he had lost her. He poured his heart, no doubt stunning anyone within hearing range of his sheer devotion to the woman who he can’t wait to spend the rest of his days with.

There was a short moment of silence when Bruno finished, before Félix clapped, soft and slow. It became a full-fledged applause and there were tears in his eyes, like he just listened to the world’s best play. “That is so beautiful it’s making me cry,” He sobbed and shared a knowing look with Agustín. “Great idea, Gus. I think we have just the song in mind for that.”

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Camilo stared at the girls’ fussing about with a bored expression plastered on his face. He knew the wedding was in three days’ time, but he had plans with a few of his friends that afternoon to play futbol. He had hoped he would be granted leave after the backbreaking work Mirabel had put him through previously.

“What backbreaking work are you talking about? You were just eating cake!” Dolores argued, pinching her brother’s cheeks. “Imagine, Mariano caught you stuffing your face with Tía Julieta’s cooking!”

“Ouch!” Camilo groaned, rubbing his sore face after swatting his sister’s hands away. “You would think it was just me eating cake, but I had to stretch my stomach for it!” He retorted with a sullen expression. “I don’t have the same sweet-tooth as Señor Osvaldo.”

“That isn’t backbreaking. Lifting heavy objects is!”

“I lifted multiple trays for Tía! And helped Isa with her plants!”

“Don’t you drag me into this, Camilo!” Isabela rolled her eyes at her cousin, unamused. “We all know you sneaked away after I asked you to carry the small cactus pots in. And, you didn’t even comment properly on the look of the arrangement. At least Luisa had something to say.” 

“Well, I’m sorry for not being so useful to the conversation.” Camilo bristled. “I have no idea what flowers and plants look good together and whatnot. And, isn’t Tío Bruno allergic to them?”

“Pollen! He’s allergic to pollen!”

“Same thing.”

“No it’s not…you little…!”

“Okay, timeout.” Mirabel stopped Isabela from lunging towards Camilo and strangling him to death. “How about I make a deal with you?”

“What?” Dolores and Isabela screeched in unison.

Camilo ignored the two older girls and raised one eyebrow at Mirabel. “Hm, I’m interested. What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll take all of your chores for the next week if you help out with this one thing.” Mirabel offered, extending her hand. “No detours, then you’re free to do whatever.”

“Are you insane, Mirabel? It’s not worth it.” Dolores tried in vain to persuade her to not take the gamble. “You can’t possibly let him leave like that, can you? He’s just going to play futbol!”

Isabela nodded furiously. “Seconding the statement. He has a lot of unfinished work, and you’re already doing much more than the rest of us.”

“It’s okay, I’d rather take the chance.” Mirabel replied calmly. “I signed up for this. We don’t have enough time to put his usual shenanigans into the mix. So, what do you say, Milo? Do we have a deal?”

The contemplative look on Camilo’s face changed into a shit-eating grin. “Sweet. It’s a deal.” He shook Mirabel’s hand with such energy, making the rest suspicious of his intentions. “So, what do you want me to do?”

“A death sentence.” Isabela mumbled at the same time Dolores crossed her arms and clicked her tongue in disapprovement. Mirabel shrugged the disappointed expressions off and procured thirteen coins from the inside of her mochilla. She gingerly handed it off into Camilo’s open palms. 

“Okay?” He looked at her questioningly. “These are a bunch of coins. What am I supposed to do with this?” 

“Quite simple. Can you pass by the chapel and hand these off to Padre Flores?” She answered coolly. “It’s for Las Arras. You don’t have to do anything else after that. The padre will take care of the rest.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

His eyes turned into tiny slits. “Are you sure you’re not playing any tricks on me, prima? Because if you do, the deal’s off.”

“Nope.”

“So after that I’m free to go?”

“Absolutely.” Mirabel solemnly nodded. “Just, you know, be careful with them, okay? And it has to be delivered before six.”

“Okay then.” Camilo saluted, turning his back to walk out the door. “I’ll see you all later then.”

Before he could exit, Dolores gripped her brother’s arm tightly. “Go straight to the church first before doing whatever.” She hissed, tapping her ear as a threat. “We’ll know if you didn’t.”

In annoyance, Camilo haphazardly crammed the coins into his pockets. “Alright, alright!” He groaned as he shook his sister off. “Get the coins safe to the padre. Geez, Dolores, it’s like you think I’m doomed or something.”

The girls watched as Camilo ran off, leaping over the fence and disappearing into town. “He’s going to get himself into trouble, you know that, don’t you?” Isabela sighed. “For all we know he might scather the coins all over town and turn it into one, big, treasure hunt.”

“I have no doubt that that’s very likely.” Mirabel turned her attention back to her notepad. “But it’ll be his problem, not ours. He can handle it.”

“You seem so confident that it’ll happen.”

“Mirabel’s not far-off, though.” Dolores interjected with her doe eyes wide. “Maybe this will finally teach him a lesson.”

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The sun was starting to set when Camilo remembered the coins.

He had been a little spooked by his sister’s threat, knowing that she would most likely tattle him to their mother. Triggering lightning storms and getting grounded were enough to keep him on track for the first fifteen minutes, before he bumped into a friend who was on his way to the fields.

Then the threat was all but forgotten, and Camilo spent his entire afternoon playing with his friends, just as he had planned before everything else. Only with the ringing of the church bells to signal the approaching time jogged the memory of his quest. Saying a quick goodbye, he made his way quickly back into town, before realizing his pockets felt lighter than usual. His face paled when he reached his hand in and found them empty.

The urge to panic immediately kicked in and it took all of his energy to not break down in the middle of the road. “Okay, Camilo, don’t panic.” He chanted to himself as he retraced his steps. “You did not lose the valuable gold coins for your Tío’s wedding. It probably fell somewhere on the way and you would be able to find them as long as you recall where you’ve been. No one in town would dare take them or tell on you. Mamá isn’t going to ban you from leaving the house until you’re sixty.” Camilo patted his pockets down again, hoping it wasn’t a fluke. “Scratch that, I’m dead. Why did I forget that these pants needed to be mended?”

He was too busy worrying that he did not notice where he was going and bumped into someone, hard. “Hey!” They shouted. “Watch where you’re going…Camilo?”

Camilo froze. He knew that tone and the tell-tale rumble of thunder. He mentally kicked himself and tried to keep his cool, but failed miserably. “Mami, uh, hi!” He stammered. Why now, when he was in the middle of a crisis, would he bump into his mother? “Sorry, I wasn’t looking at where I was going. What are you doing here?”

Pepa stared at her son confusingly, the cloud above her head dissipating. “That’s an odd question. You know I went to run some errands this afternoon. Where are you going off in such a hurry? I taught you better to watch both ways when crossing…”

“It’s nothing!” Camilo felt the beads of sweat trickling down the side of his forehead. He knew he would be in a lot more trouble if his mother found out the truth right there and then. Camilo did not have enough time - the time for Angelus was fast approaching.  He needed to shake her off his back. “I, uh, also needed to run an errand.”

Pepa looked at him skeptically. Something was off, but she decided not to pry. “Alright then.” She said after a long while, turning on her heels to go about her way. “Do what you need to do right now and I’ll see you back home in a bit. You know you’re going to join your Tío to do the serenata happening later tonight, so please don’t be late.”

“Yes, I got it Ma, Will definitely be on time later!” Camilo was desperate at this point that he was sure his spirit was separating from his body. He sprinted away without another word, leaving poor Pepa wondering what the hell was happening.

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“You’d think something shiny would be so easy to find, but no.” Camilo huffed, clutching his chest. It had been an hour since he realized he lost the coins, and close to thirty minutes when he escaped a potential questioning from his mother. He had scoured every nook and cranny known to man, but with no luck. “Maybe I should just give up and face the consequences.”

The rest of the townsfolk passing by looked at him weird as he slapped his cheeks and gave himself another pep talk. “No, this is my chance to show everyone that I can be responsible. Plus, if I give up now, I’ll not only be grounded for the rest of my days, I’ll lose the opportunity to get Mirabel to do my chores for a week.” With renewed determination, Camilo went back to searching. “If I were a bunch of shiny, gold coins, where would I be…?”

“Excuse me, what are you doing?” 

Camilo turned to see three little kids staring at him. “Why are you crawling on your hands and feet on the ground?” One of the little girls asked. 

“Maybe he’s looking for something, Cecilia.” The other girl answered. “Did you lose something, Camilo?”

“I lost something the other day too!” The boy in their small group spoke. “I cried when I couldn’t find my favorite coffee cup, but it turned out that my Papá misplaced it somewhere.”

Cecilia rolled her eyes at the boy. “Juancho, I don’t think that's what Alejandra meant. Camilo isn’t searching for a coffee cup.”

“Woah there, you three.” Camilo raised his hands to placate the little ones. “No need to get all huffy at one another. I was just looking closer at the ground, that's all. It’s interesting.”

The trio turned to look at one another. “I don’t think it’s very good to lie.” Alejandra quipped. “My abuela says liars’ pants will catch fire.”

Camilo sighed, knowing that there was no point to trick them. “Fine, I did lose something. Something valuable.” He did not want to be embarrassed by a five year old. “I’ve been looking for a while and there’s not enough time.”

“Maybe we can help?” Juancho jumped up and down all excitedly. “I’m really good at finding things!”

“Like how you found your coffee cup?” Cecilia teased.

“My dad misplaced it!”

“Okay, okay. No arguing.” He pinched the bridge of his nose to get his thoughts in order, and an idea clicked. “I’ll agree to have you three help me out if you behave. What do you say to a treasure hunt?”

He had to cover his ears for a bit due to the high-pitched squealing. “A treasure hunt?” They screamed excitedly. “Like buried treasure?” 

“Not quite buried, but they are indeed shiny. They’re for the upcoming wedding.”

Juancho’s eyes grew big like saucers. “You mean for THE wedding?” He grabbed both Cecilia’s and Alejandra’s hands and dragged them off to start looking. “Then there’s no time to waste! Let’s go find it immediately, Camilo!”

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It was half past six when Camilo showed up at the church with the three in tow. He had gotten himself into his fair share of mess today which would not have happened had he followed through. Instead he and the little ones chased after donkeys and climbed trees and even fell into a pit just to get the coins back. Who knew that it could travel far when falling out of one’s pockets?

The padre didn’t look too pleased that the coins were a little muddy, but took them nonetheless. “I had been expecting you to come by earlier, Camilo.” Padre Flores chided gently. “But all is well and done now. I’ll let the Doña know that it has been delivered for blessing.”

Camilo felt like he missed something. “You’re not angry at me?”

“Heavens no!” The padre looked surprised. “Why would I be?”

The teen shifted on his heels and gestured to the trio apologetically. “I messed up, padre. My cousin made a deal with me, but I got distracted and didn’t hold up to my end of the bargain. If it weren’t for them I would’ve gone home empty handed and maybe in a lot more trouble.”

Camilo squeaked when the priest patted him gently on the shoulder, his tone full of understanding. “Son, we all make mistakes in life, but what is important is that we learned something from it. I hope you don’t take this lesson for granted.”

“I did learn something, I guess.” Camilo felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Padre Flores nodded as he straightened his cassock. “Thank you for your honesty. I am glad you’re setting a good example for them.”

“I’m not sure about that, but thanks?”

“It’ll take some time.” The priest laughed. “I’ll see you and your family soon for the wedding. Well then, I believe you better get going, we’re looking forward to Bruno’s serenata later tonight.”

“Ah, shoot! Mamá is going to kill me if I’m late!” Camilo groaned and took off back to Casita. “Thanks padre! And thanks for the help you three! I’ll play with you guys again sometime!”

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“You’re late.” Félix scolded his son when Camilo rushed through the door, panting and dripping with sweat. “Your Mamá had half a thought to ground you, but thankfully your sister persuaded her not to.”

Dolores smirked as she coolly handed her younger brother a towel to dry himself and his costume for tonight’s serenata. “What can I say? How else would you be able to keep up with your promises?”

Camilo’s face fell. “Please tell me you didn’t let Mami know.”

“Know what?” Félix asked, before Mirabel came calling for them to get themselves ready. “Nevermind. We can discuss whatever you both are talking about after the parties this week.”

The two siblings watched their father’s bouncing frame leave the room. “I’ll babysit Antonio for the next week if you don’t tell our parents about my mishap this afternoon.” Camilo whispered under his breath. “Deal?”

“If you add in helping me pick out outfits for my dates with Mariano and also not make a stupid face every time he's around, then we have a deal.” Dolores whispered back. “Consider it payment for telling the padre ahead of time that you’d be late.”

“When the heck did you even find the time to do that?” Camilo hissed. “Did you three know all this time I would mess up?”

“Ah, ah! Not at all. It was Mirabel who told me to call the padre up. She noticed you were wearing the pants that needed mending, and thought you’d realize it immediately, but I guess not.” Dolores covered her mouth to suppress a smile. “The deal should be off, but she said she’ll let it slide. Although, she did say she would hound you forever with it.”

“I would rather do the chores than have her rub my face with it.”

“Nah, that’s no fun though.” Mirabel poked her head by the door, startling Camilo. “Anyway, there you are. No time for chitchat, Milo, Tío’s ready to head off.”

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Gabriela was enjoying a quiet evening with her family when a knock at their door caught her attention. “Who could be here at this hour?” She bemused, slowly getting up from her seat to check. “You weren’t expecting any guests, were you, Papá? Julián?”

Mauricio and his son shook their heads, pretending to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “Nope.” They answered in unison, which she found odd.

In fact, everyone had been acting strange all day. 

Mirabel had dropped by earlier at the shop like she always did, but left as quickly as she came, simply dropping off a dress that she made with a note that read: wear this later . Then when Gabriela arrived home, she was flustered to see her sister-in-law cooking something up. She wouldn’t have thought much of it on any normal day, but Lucía was making more food enough to feed an army.

Then Julián had quickly ushered Juancho into the bedroom to change when her nephew arrived home all muddied. She had an inkling that something was up, but knowing her wedding was only two days away, thought nothing much of it.

Until she opened the door and found the Madrigal men dressed to the nines, down to the shoes up to the sombrero vueltiao on their heads. Félix stood there beaming with glee while Agustín and Camilo tipped their hats.

“What’s going on?” She squeaked, covering her face to calm her red cheeks. Gabriela fought the urge to burst into tears when Bruno appeared behind them, and started to sing.

Tus besos se llegaron a recrear aquí en mi boca

Llenando de ilusión y de pasión mi vida loca

Las horas más felices de mi amor fueron contigo

Por eso, es que mi alma siempre está, qué dulce alivio

Félix swayed along while strumming the tiple. Agustín masterfully crafted the melodies on the piano that funnily enough, Luisa was carrying. Camilo provided backup vocals while his Tío belted out the next line.  

Te puedo yo jurar, ante un altar, mi amor sincero

A todo el mundo le puedes contar que sí te quiero

Tus labios me enseñaron a sentir lo que es ternura

Y no me cansaré de bendecir tanta dulzura

Bruno took Gabriela’s hand and kissed it as he finished his song. “Te amo, mi sol, mi cielo, mi vida. I hope I did the song justice.” She was stunned into silence for a long time and everyone held their breath waiting for her response.

“I’m so sorry…” Bruno flustered when she began to cry. “I know I’m not much of a singer, but…”

“Oh, Bruno, no, no.” Gabriela shook her head, placing a hand on her beloved’s cheek. “I’m just…so…happy!”

“You are? But…?”

She leaned forward to give him a kiss, making the crowd that gathered outside to watch the serenata cheer with delight. “These are just tears of joy. I wasn’t expecting this surprise…”

Now it was Bruno’s turn to be embarrassed. “Heh, um, I didn’t have the chance to do it back then, you know? I thought that since it’s a new beginning, I’d do right by you this time.”

Gabriela knew all too well what he meant. Bruno gestured to the rest of his family. “A song couldn’t fully express what I feel, but I hope you know that I’ll always try to be the man worthy of you.”

They were about to share another kiss before Félix broke the moment. “Okay, lovebirds!” he whistled. “Sorry to intrude on your sweet atmosphere, but are we going to get this party started, or not?”

Right on cue, Mauricio and Julián appeared with their own instruments, signaling the start of the festivities. Bruno grinned sheepishly as he whispered into her ear. “Gabriela Álvarez, may I have this dance?”

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The night before the big day felt like a bundle of nerves twisting and turning in a million different ways. Gabriela knew just how much the entire Encanto banded together with Mirabel at the helm, to let her and Bruno have the moment they both longed for.

The thought of tomorrow consumed her so much that Gabriela found herself lying in bed, just staring at the ceiling. She had attempted to sleep multiple times throughout the night but without avail. 

“It’s probably just the pre-wedding jitters.” She told herself.

As the minutes ticked by, Gabriela’s mind began to wander. She started reminiscing about the past, about how her family came to live in the quiet, magical town that was hidden from the world. She remembered the chance meeting that happened by the river and the almost awkward dinner party a few nights after, to where she finally met the Madrigals and the mystery man who eventually stole her heart away.

She finally felt tired enough that her eyelids were starting to get heavy when a loud knock at her window startled her awake. 

“Mi amor? It’s me. Can you let me in?”

Gabriela almost fell off the bed. Bruno’s voice, though muffled by the glass, was clear. Wondering what he was doing at her house so late at night, she quickly unlatched the lock to let him in. “What are you doing here?” She hissed, squeezing her eyes shut. It was reminiscent of their early years together when he snuck out to see her. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I can’t sleep.” Bruno answered matter-of-factly. Gabriela could not see the expression on his face, and she didn’t dare to. “For someone so superstitious, I didn’t expect you to break the biggest rule of them all.” She whispered, covering her face with her hands to quell the temptation to peek. “Isn’t it bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other the night before their wedding?”

“They say it is, but I wanted to see you.”

“We’re getting married tomorrow.”

“I know, but I couldn’t wait that long.” Bruno murmured. “There I was, in my room, just thinking about you. All I could think about was you, and it drove me crazy that I just needed to go, so I got up and snuck out. I’m glad I came.”

The confession made Gabriela drop her guard and her hands fell to her sides, though she kept her eyes closed. “Bruno…”

She felt something soft brush her lips. It was brief, but it made her face heat up. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” He sighed, sounding every bit lovestruck. 

“Do you want to stay over?” The words spilled out of Gabriela’s mouth before she could even stop herself. “I mean, at least before…”

Bruno chuckled. “If you want me to. And just so we won’t get in trouble with Mirabel or the rest of the family, I promise to be out before morning.”

“Okay then.” Gabriela felt her heart skip a beat. She cautiously took a peep, and thankfully, the room was dark enough that she could not see anything but his curls. She gingerly reached for his hand and guided him to her bed. The butterflies in her stomach dissipated the moment his arms wrapped around her waist, and a wave of comfort washed over her once more.

“Gabriela?” 

“Hm?” 

“I love you.” He whispered in her ear, low and deep, laced with sleep. “Tomorrow will be the start of our forever.”

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The moment the church doors opened and she walked down the aisle, Bruno knew there was nothing else in the world that could compare to that feeling of bliss. He had his worries beforehand, but it all disappeared the moment he laid his eyes on her. He didn’t even care when he suddenly had a vision in the middle of the ceremony, because he saw the future, as he predicted years ago. 

When it came time to read their vows, Gabriela tried her best to hold back her tears as her beloved made his promise to her on the altar.

“I remember the day I first saw you.” Bruno began, his voice wavering with emotion. “And I thought to myself that you were an angel that had descended from the heavens. I fell in love with you, but I didn’t know until that day when the light danced around your eyes, with your smile so sweet as you followed the melody like you’ve known it a million times before.”

Recognition showed in her eyes as she listened to his words, and relieved the memories hidden in his heart.

“My beloved, as I stand here today, I am reminded how you are the gift that I never thought I needed, the one I’ve always thought I never deserved.”

“But you do, Bruno.” Gabriela whispered, her eyes shining. “And I needed you too.”

With trembling hands Bruno reached over and slipped the wedding band into Gabriela’s finger. “Gabriela, what we don’t see is the feeling in our hearts, the joy, the pain, the sorrow. I knew before we met that there would be something coming my way, even if I didn’t know when. And when you came into my life everything changed, for better or for worse, I would gladly live all of my lifetimes with you.”

“And I too would very much like that.” A tear finally escaped her cheek as she placed a ring into Bruno’s finger. “You came into my life without any warning, but everything fell into place. We had our fair share of laughter, of trouble, of years that felt like forever. Even then, it never changed how I feel about you. It made me realize that we may be flawed, but we are two people who brought out the best in each other.”

“You’re my kind of perfect, Gabriela. If you’ll have me, I’ll promise to be there surely as the day turns into night. I love you. All of you.”

“I promise to hold you, Bruno, to be by your side, through the good and the bad. All of your past, in my present, to our future. I love you too. All of you.”

There was not a dry eye in sight as the sounds of muffled sobs echoed throughout the church. Padre Flores cleared his throat, trying hard not to break down himself. He’d seen his fair share of emotional weddings, but this one took the cake. “Bruno Madrigal,” The padre questioned. “Do you take this woman, Gabriela Álvarez, to be your lawfully wedded wife, till death do you part?” 

“Till death do us part.” Bruno breathed. “I do.”

“Gabriela Álvarez, do you take this man, Bruno Madrigal, to be your lawfully wedded husband, till death do you part?”

Gabriela nodded, her composure now flooded with a stream of happy tears. “Till death do us part, Padre. I do take Bruno. I do. I do!”

The world drowned itself out even before the last words were pronounced, and they couldn't care less as Bruno and Gabriela kissed, finally, husband and wife.

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Two Months Later

“Ay, I’m feeling exhausted lately.” Gabriela muttered as Bruno flitted about, pacing nervously around the kitchen. “Bruno insisted that you take a closer look at me.”

Julieta shook her head and handed her an arepa and a cup of hot chocolate. “I’m no doctor, though, Ella.” She said, calling Gabriela by the nickname she and Pepa gave her as an official member of the Madrigal family. “But from the way I see you, you look like you’re practically glowing.”

“I am?”

The question hung in the air as Dolores looked up from her cup, listening into their conversation. “It’s more than that, Tía.” She tapped her ear. “You’re probably pregnant.”

“Wait, what?” Bruno skidded himself to a halt and turned around too quickly that both his wife and sister clicked their tongues disapprovingly. He had no time to worry about whiplash if it meant his prediction would be coming true. “Gabriela’s pregnant?”

“When did you last…?” Julieta asked as Gabriela’s eyes grew wider in realization. They both glanced down at Gabriela’s belly, which looked flat…or did it?

“I didn’t think much of it when I didn’t…” Gabriela gasped, her hands flying to cradle her abdomen. “I thought I was…” She and Bruno exchanged glances. It explained everything she had been feeling lately if she was.

Julieta didn’t wait for an answer. “Congratulations!” She clapped her hands in glee. “If Dolores can hear them, it must mean you are. Oh, wait till the rest of the family finds out! I should prepare something nice for dinner tonight to celebrate…though, I can’t let you have wine, Ella!”

“Bruno?” Gabriela blinked back as he knelt down to her side and kissed her belly. “Can you believe it? It’s happening!”

He gave her a sweet smile and reached out to squeeze her hands. “I’m just as shocked as you are. The vision is finally coming true!”

“A baby!”

“Ours.” Bruno stood up to plant a chaste kiss on her lips. “We’ll do our best to be the best parents for our baby.”

Dolores then snorted and everyone turned to look at her funny. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to break the happy vibe.” She waved a hand away. “But I thought it would be funny to let you know that it’s not just one baby. It’s babies.”

Bruno’s smile suddenly turned into one of panic. “Babies…?” He had not thought of the possibility of having more than one, knowing his and Gabriela’s age. His vision from years before and even two months ago only showed one. “Dolores, how many heartbeats do you hear…?”

His niece cocked her head to the side, concentrating hard. “Two…?” She hedged, before covering her mouth in surprise. “Oh, no, wait. Three! I hear three! You’re having triplets! Congratulations!”

“Three? Oh, then we must be quite lucky, don’t you think, Bruno?” Gabriela sighed dreamily, turning her head towards her husband before quickly scrambling off her chair where she sat. “Bruno? Bruno!”

The shock of suddenly being a father of not one, but THREE made Bruno faint. It was more than what he had hoped for, but soon the memory would be something he would never, ever, forget.

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Glossary of terms (in order of appearance in-text): Duerme bien - Sleep well Guayabera - a men's summer shirt Serenata - Serenade. Part of the common Colombian Wedding preparations where the groom surprises the bride with a song. Futbol - Football (or Soccer, in the US) Mochilla - Colombian woven bag made by the Wayúu women in the Guajira region of Colombia. Las Arras - wedding paraphernalia used in Christian wedding ceremonies in Latin America. It is made up of thirteen gold coins that is blessed by a priest and is given by the groom to the bride. Sombrero Vueltiao - a traditional hat from Colombia

The following are the lyrics of Contigo by Trío Los Panchos Tus besos se llegaron a recrear aquí en mi boca - Your kisses came to recreate here in my mouth Llenando de ilusión y de pasión mi vida loca - Filling my crazy life with illusion and passion Las horas más felices de mi amor fueron contigo - The happiest hours of my love were with you Por eso, es que mi alma siempre está, qué dulce alivio - That's why my soul is always there, what a sweet relief Te puedo yo jurar, ante un altar, mi amor sincero - I can swear to you, before an altar, my sincere love A todo el mundo le puedes contar que sí te quiero - You can tell everyone that I love you Tus labios me enseñaron a sentir lo que es ternura - Your lips taught me to feel what tenderness is Y no me cansaré de bendecir tanta dulzura - And I will not get tired of blessing so much sweetness

-- Research links for this chapter: Colombian Wedding Traditions

Main Fic | Previous One-Shot

[phoenixlionme]

These two screenshot comparisons are VERY telling. Now, before I start, I want to make it clear: This is not me calling the Madrigals "evil" or anything like that, it's just an observation. Kind of a sad one but still a simple observation.

In the first shot, we see all of them listening to Alma's speech. All of staring up at the matriarch with attentiveness and reverence; at the same time, huddling together in closeness and vulnerability - Luisa's hand on Julieta's shoulder. Julieta and Camilo holding each other, Isabela and Dolore holding one another, and Agustin holding onto Dolores' shoulder. We see that they are tight knit and close family that have zero qualms about being affectionate with each other. But, then something happens...

Onto the second screenshot, their closeness doesn't change but their attention and attitudes shift. Why? They just witnessed Mirabel (whose ceremony failed) agreeing to help Antonio to his door. And they don't smile at Mirabel's sweet gesture even after shock dissipates. All of their reactions are either shocked (Camilo, Dolores, Agustin), concerned (Julieta), quiet understanding (Luisa), or quiet disapproval (Isabela, when asked about her reaction Jared Bush confirmed on Twitter that Isabela made that face because she thought Mirabel was going to mess up Antonio's night).

And given how Mirabel was positioned with Antonio, she most likely noticed the reactions of her family. And even though it's not said, I think it paints a clear picture of something even Mirabel most likely knows but doesn't say out loud: For all the talk about familial love, the Madrigals don't have the highest respect for Mirabel. I am NOT saying they don't love her, but they don't fully respect her.

[immortalme123]

CAMILO MADRIGAL X TALL FEM READER

i just write this to cheer myself since every story i read, yn is 140-150cm tall😭 and i am 173cm herself-

And i actually found out that camilo is 162cm-

So yeah, i will make reader 175 cm tall- and in this story y'all dating btw cause I am lazy to write story from the start💀😅😅😭😭😭

I will write headcanons and one shot maybe

HE/HIM FOR CAMILO AND SHE/HER FOR READER(Y/N)

-he hates and loves the fact that you are taller than him

-he try to tip-toe to kiss you but you were too tall for him so he have to ask you- and let me tell you, he will be blushing mess

-he love to hug you and listen to your heartbeat 💓

-antonie and him sometimes ask you to piggyback

-and when pepa saw you two first time, she see herself and Felix in you guys and she almost cried✨

-he loves to hold your hand when you guys doing your chores or walking around and he told you that he won't get lost if he hold your hand.

-he thinks you are kinda scary when you mad

-when you first met His family, everyone was shocked and happy that camilo have loved who will care for him and love him.

-felix was proud and pepa was little crying and adored you but when you guys first met Like at market or during her chores, she was kinda suspicious of you and snappy now she loves you like her own daughter, Bruno thinks your great but keep little distance of you since you are way taller than him, even tho he live with luisa- and Isabela likes to tease you both to end (with Dolores)

-you think your gonna get bullied because your tall? Oh heck nah you easily can win whoever try to hurt you or camilo-

-he loves to wrap his arms around your waist and you put your head on his head (this sound weird)

-he sometimes cling in to you while you doing your chores

-you have to look little down to look at his face, and he have to look up

-he whine about how his neck hurt from looking up but he isn't complaining tho-your just so pretty

-he always say your pretty and some cheesy stuff

-if you are insecure about your height, oh boy he GONNE lecture you and told you how amazing you are and your height make it better for hour or maybe more

-you and Luisa kinda get along since you guys are tall duo in town

-if he is in bad moon, he just hug you from behind or headbutt your back to let you know

Short story:

"AYYYY amor!" You head voice behind you and that voice belong to only camilo madrigal, your boyfriend.

"oh hey love" you opened your arms and he jumped in to it, clinging to you and putting his head at your chest

"ughhh i missed you..it's like it's been years!!!!" He whined, you laughed softly "but it's been only 1 hour?-" he rolled his eyes and hugged you thigter.

"amor....u-uh can i kiss you?" He was embarrassed to ask that but he was kinda getting used to it, you bent over and he cupped your face and kisses also while tip-toe. Y'all didn't realize pepa and Felix were spying on you guys-

"aren't they perfect mi amor?" Felix said holding his wife hand, and wiping her tear

"oh yes....they are perfect....they remind of us while we were teenagers.." pepa smiled lovingly at us, and there was little cloud

"MOM DAD!? ARE YOU GUYS SPYI-"

[winxanity-ii]

CAMILO MADRIGAL

╰❝𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓯 𝔀𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽? 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮? 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽? 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮.❞

🇰‌🇪‌🇾‌: 🔞 = smut | 🔥 = heated/spicy | ✿ = fluff | 🕷 = angst | ✰ = personal fav

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𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 | ✿ 🕷 ✰ | Camillo x Fem!Medium!Reader / Encanto!AU ↴

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you learn that there is beauty to death as there is for life.

ONE-SHOTS

HEADCANONS

[gamerbearmira]

rahhhhhhhHHHHHH

Guys i had so much to do this week. But I PUSH TRUST I GOT Y'ALL 🦅🦅

So this is for the vampire au. One shots I have planned are Housebroken, Protective (likely Cutthroat), and Giant Siren. Gonna try and do art for them too 🤭

ANYWAY. LETS GET IT. MADRIGALS WON'T GET ROBBED 👺👺👺

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"Who are you?" The man whipped around, spooked by the sudden voice of a child. This house was ancient, no one had been said to live in it for years. The village around it was lively and bustling with activity, especially during the day, but it just didn't make sense why anyone would be in this house.

Standing there, was a girl. She couldn't have been older than 5 or 6 years old if that. She had on dark blue clothing, a dress that covered most of her body. Her appearance was clean and well-groomed. So she wasn't a beggar's child or anything of the sort.

"Why are you here?" Mirabel asked, her round green glasses reflecting the moonlight and shielding her eyes. Her face looked conflicted, though he couldn't truly tell because the rest of her face was concealed in darkness.

The man shifted, moving his bag out of sight from Mirabel. He didn't know if she lived here, but if she did, he didn't want her to try and stop him. The antiques he found were quite valuable, and he intended to get some money for them. He stared at Mirabel before scoffing. It was just a little girl. She couldn't do anything.

"None your business. What's a little girl like you doing here? It's dangerous at night," the man scoffed, and Mirabel giggled, confusing him.

"I'm always awake at night. Abuela says if we go outside to play in the day, we'll get sunburned," she said, looking at the man curiously. The man was about to respond when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He jumped, turning around, but no one was there. He turned back around and saw the girl, Mirabel, standing next to a boy. The two were digging around in his bag, which he noticed had been missing.

"What...? Hey! Give that back!" He said, reaching for the bag, but the two young children moved at an impossibly fast speed, evading him easily.

Camilo dug in the bag before pulling out an ornate chalice. "Hey, isn't this Abuela's?"

Mirabel stared at it before nodding. "Yeah...yeah it is," she looked at the man, who realized he had been caught. Camilo dumped the bag's contents on the floor. All of it was Alma's, or someone else's. "Are you stealing from us?"

The man backed away. Mirabel's voice was weirdly calm, but it was...unsettling. Something just wasn't right. She walked closer, and so did Camilo. "Hey, back off."

"You stole from Abuela. She's not gonna be very happy," Camilo said, the man found himself being stared at by the two kids. They inched closer, and he noticed a strange red glow coming from their eyes. He began to slowly back away, his unease growing.

"I...I said back off," the man repeated, this time with more bass in his voice. But Camilo and Mirabel were persistent. They were getting closer, and he didn't like the eerie look in their eyes.

"Won't you stay for dinner? Maybe you can apologize. Abuela is very forgiving," Mirabel asked innocently, though the man could sense a much darker, sinister intent to her words.

Creeped out, the man turned, rushing down the hallway, his bag of valuables forgotten. He needed to figure out how to get out of this house. But as he ran, back the way he came, he became confused. This...was the way he came right? It was only a few turns he took. But suddenly the house was like a labyrinth. Constantly changing, the hallways and corridors growing longer, imposing. He slowed, realizing he wasn't being chased, looking around. He could hear the faint sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. He rather not stay, he didn't want to meet those kids' grandmother.

As he walked, looking for the staircase, or an exit at least, he felt a force stop him. Stumbling back, he looked around, then down slightly. A girl stood there, she was rather tall, though she was probably only 9 or maybe 10.

"Who are you?" The girl asked. Once again, she was clean, her dress neatly pressed and her brown hair pulled into a bun. Unlike the two younger children he encountered though, this one seemed much more...intimidating in a way. He couldn't explain it, but the look in her eyes gave him the same creeps as before.

"I...I'm just trying to get out. I don't want any trouble," the man stammered out; he didn't think that would happen. He sounded much more confident in his head.

The girl, Luisa, then smiled. It looked like she was trying to come off as warm and welcoming, but it wasn't working. Maybe it was the dim light from the candles across her face, or maybe it was the way she stood, but he got the opposite feeling of feeling welcomed. "Won't you stay for dinner?" she asked, her voice deceptively sweet.

That question again. Once again, it just sounded...off. Something wasn't right, these children were not normal. The man carefully walked around her, though she kept her steady gaze on him. As he walked away, he felt her grip his hand. Luisa was now staring at the man. "L-Let go," he said, trying to tug his hand away, but her grip was inhumane.

"Stay. For dinner," she repeated, her voice much lower now, and her smile was gone, replaced by a determined look.

Thoroughly scared, he pulled away with a hard tug, running away. This time he could hear her chasing after him, her footsteps surprisingly quiet compared to his. His lungs were burning as she raced down the hall. He quickly turned the corner, running into a room and shutting the door as quickly as he could. He could hear the sound of footsteps fading.

Turning around, he looked around the room. It was a shocking and rather drastic difference from the rest of the house while the walls were still a darker color, most everything else was light. White curtains were draped over the window. There were toys scattered, among other strange things. Baby items. His eyes fell on the white bassinet sitting by the window.

This was a nursery.

"There's no way..." The man drew closer and finally was hovering over the crib. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. A baby. It was a baby. It looked like a boy, swaddled in warm, pale yellow, almost white clothing. Compared to the other kids he had encountered he looked innocent enough.

The man stared for a moment, noticing what was in the baby, Antonio's, hand. It was a cup, an ornated bejeweled one. And the gems look real. The man carefully reached into the crib. The baby seemed unphased until the man started prying the chalice away. It took a moment, seeing that Antonio seemed to have a grip on it, but he got it away.

"These...these are real emeralds..." The man mumbled, admiring the stones. This would go for a lot of money. "What's a baby like you doing with something like this?"

The man paid little attention to Antonio, who began to whimper and whine. The man was too busy to notice the door opening quietly. Antonio rolled over, using the edge of the bassinet to stand up. His eyes drifted from his stolen chalice to the door, and he broke into a smile, giggling as he reached for whoever was at the door. The man noticed and turned to see what the babe was so excited about. "What are you...!"

The man froze when he saw an elderly woman standing there. There were two younger girls, different from the ones before, though they looked like they could be related. But the man was more focused on the woman, who was holding what looked like a bottle in her hands; it didn't look like milk though...

"I ask again," the older said, her eyes narrowing. "Who are you, and why are you in here with my grandson with his cup?"

The man seemed to realize she had asked him a question, stuttering as he dropped the cup, the sound of it clattering on the ground filling the room before he spoke. "I...I uh...he..."

"The man watched as the three previous children from before walked up behind the woman, the younger two hiding behind her dress while the one who was chasing him before stood next to the older girl with long, black hair. "That's him," she said, pointing to the man.

The older woman looked at the man before moving towards him. He tensed up but relaxed when she walked past him and to the bassinet. She picked up Antonio, who giggled as his small hands grabbed at her shawl. The older woman turned to the man with an ominous smile.

"How rude of me. My name is Alma, and these are my grandchildren," she said warmly, and the man relaxed a bit more. "Please excuse their behavior. They don't see many people, and certainly not in recent years."

"I-I...uh..." The man looked at the children nervously, though they seemed to calm down in the presence of who he assumed was their abuela. "A-All good..."

Alma cradled Antonio, her hand carefully hovering over him. He attempted to grab the bottle in her hand, babbling and seemingly occupied by the promise of food. Alma looked towards the man, her smiling widening. "You should stay for dinner. I insist."

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They're so silly (they haven't eaten in 3 days).

No but like. It's insane how bro tried to rob them and then copped an attitude when they confronted him. Like what did you expect 💀💀 anyway. Alma is very forgiving <333 (she's not)

This what bro looked like the whole time Alma was talking to him btw

[prophetic-hijinks]

Prophetic Vignettes aka One Shot Comics

Sisterly Bonding

A city outing

First kiss a go!

Birds of a feather

Weaponized cuteness

Kiss and Tell (mildly PG-13)

Bonding with Camilo

Drafty Ruana (NSFW minors DNI)

Hickies (nsfw minors DNI)

Dirty puns are her love language. NSFW a little

Haircuts

Three heartbeats

Omg Triplets?!?

Beach (ball) body

Cravings

Lost in translation

Colorful contractions

Mooooo

Casita is the best babysitter

Blubbering Blorbo (or Catalina’s first word)

Tablet kids

Angry Kiss

Kiss on the Nose

Kiss on the forehead

Sassy Casita

Love Lost (CW: Infertility, emotional abuse)

F#@$&? Carlos

Ramiro comes home

Bonding with Ramiro

Becoming Madrigal

Feliz cumpleanos

Mis Alguinados

Fanart from Picos Delivery Service

Phones are hard

Perky

She’s got jokes

Constructive criticism

Family counseling

Linear Master Comic List

Silly Comics and Asks

Lucky Cat

Doors

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Well this is Awkward

Wet Hot American Summer

Modern Academia Sass

Incorrect Quotes

Confession

That's Embarrassing

Therapy

Triplets

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[conman167936]

Monster Or Miracle (Nimona/Encanto crossover)

Hey, so... when I started writing this, I was only intending to write a summary for a possible story. Like, 'wouldn't it be cool if someone wrote a story with x, y, and z.' But then, I found myself wanting to write more and more, and somehow I ended up writing a full short story by accident!

Just to be clear, this is a ONE-SHOT. I'm not planning on writing any more of this. It was just a cool idea I had and i hope you enjoy!

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Nimona had left the Kingdom.

After all, it had become clear to her over the past few centuries that she would never be able to escape the shadow of her former best friend. Gloreth would always be the kingdom's biggest hero, and Nimona would always be the monster who went back to the shadows.

But what was in the shadows? Were there other beings out there like Nimona? Was it too much to ask for that she might have a community, even a family -

Heh, that was a laugh.

Nimona had spent months traveling all over the world, and every civilization was just like the Kingdom, albeit not all of them were as technologically advanced. They all had the same fear of the unknown. Fear of monsters. But try as she might, Nimona could not find one single other 'monster' like her. Everywhere she went only added to the feeling that she was totally and utterly alone.

And then she went to Columbia.

Most of it was normal. Commoners trying to make do under dire circumstances. Invaders and marauders hurting innocents. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But then she started to hear the rumors. Whispers about an encanto, a magical safe haven for those who have lost their way, that may or may not exist somewhere in the Columbian forest .

Despite her better instincts, Nimona wound up in the middle of the woods, far away from civilization, searching for something that probably wasn't real. Every time she wanted to give up, she felt herself being pulled, almost magnetized, in a certain direction. Eventually she discovered a cave and, with nothing to lose, went inside.

When she emerged on the other side she was greeted by a blinding sun and a majestic village. This was it. The Encanto.

Nimona calmed herself. Just because this place had magic was no reason to believe it would be different from any other civilization she had seen.

She would soon realize just how wrong she was.

As she shifted into various animals to try and get the lay of the land, the first thing she noticed was how happy everyone was. There was no oppressive regime or political discourse. Here, everything was run by a family called the Madrigals, who apparently all possessed magical abilities.

Nothing could have prepared her for the first time she saw one of the Madrigals. She was just passively watching what seemed to be a young woman playing with a little boy, not really paying attention, until a second, perfectly identical woman appeared beside them.

"Thanks for looking after him, Camilo," said the second woman.

And in the blink of an eye, the first woman disappeared and a teenage boy was standing in his place. "Just doing my job, Senora Gonzales!" he said cheerfully, then walked away.

Nimona couldn't believe her eyes.

He was a shifter! He was like her!

After shadowing him for a while, she was slightly let down upon realizing he could only shift into other people and not animals, but still! In all her travels, he was the closest thing to a kindred spirit she had ever seen.

And he wasn't the only one.

One of the Madrigals could create any type of plant life.

Another could lift buildings with her bare hands.

Another could control the freaking weather!

But what truly astonished her, more than any of the Madrigal's abilities, was how the townspeople reacted to them. The Madrigals weren't feared or shunned for being different. On the contrary, they were loved and appreciated.

It was almost too much for Nimona to take in.

Without even thinking, she shifted out of her current toucan form and reverted into her default teenager form, and her pink hair and rebellious attire immediately drew attention from the villagers. Suddenly, people were coming up to her, asking who she was and where she came from. She couldn't even begin to answer those questions, so all she could do was run away and shift into a rat the moment she was out of sight.

...

Unfortunately for her, news traveled fast in the Encanto, especially when one of the Madrigals had really good hearing, and so it wasn't long before their matriarch, Alma, was in the town square, addressing the rumors.

"It is always a happy occasion when a newcomer enters the Encanto," she said while standing at her podium. "And if this newcomer is listening now, we want them to know that they are welcome here. The Miracle doesn't let anyone who is impure of heart into the Encanto. It lets in those who are lost. Those who are in need of a second chance."

What? That made no sense at all. Nimona knew she wasn't impure of heart. She had done a lot of bad things in her time... robberies, vandalisms, beating people up... she had accepted that she was bad news, even embraced it. But now...

No, no. It couldn't be true. These people were not going to accept her with open arms. They wouldn't treat her with the same level of reverence that they treated the Madrigals with.

Fine, then. If the Encanto was a magical place without problems, she was about to become their first problem.

"RAWRR!!!"

She took on the form of a rhino and charged into the middle of the square, startling everyone.

"People of the Encanto, your time of peace is over!"

She then shifted into a bear, ostrich, alligator, and dinosaur, all while laughing maniacally, before finally settling on her human teenage form, but with added wings and a tail.

"My name is Nimona, and I'm here to cause trouble."

She stood there, with a malicious grin, waiting for a reaction. Everyone was speechless, unsure of how to approach this situation.

And then Alma slowly raised her hand and pointed at Nimona.

"You... "

Here it comes.

"...You have a gift?"

Nimona blinked, confused. "Huh?"

Alma stepped closer, a smile appearing on her face. "I didn't think it was possible for someone outside the Encanto to have a gift... you must have encountered your own miracle!"

"What? No! I..." Nimona stammered. "Were you listening to what I said?"

"I was," Alma replied. "but I doubt you're here to hurt anyone. If you were, you wouldn't have found us."

"Well, your Encanto... miracle... whatever.... must have made a mistake."

"The miracle does not make mistakes."

Alma was now very close, bearing a warm and maternal smile that Nimona never imagined would be directed at her. It made her uncomfortable.

"You don't understand!" Nimona insisted. "I'm bad! I'm a threat! I'm a..." She looked away before finishing, "...a monster."

There was a moment's pause, then Alma gently put her hand on Nimona shoulder before asking, "Would you like to dine with our family tonight?"

Nimona froze. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. What was she supposed to say?

"...Sure, I guess."

...

Nimona could barely believe what was happening.

She could accept the existence of a magic community, a family with supernatural powers, a sentient house... okay, that last one was taking a little while to get used to... but the real shock was how much everybody seemed to like her. Bruno, who apparently saw the future, told her he'd known for a while that a special newcomer would be coming to the Encanto, and he assured that her stay would be worry-free. Camilo, the shapeshifting Madrigal, was fascinated by her ability and actually seemed a little jealous that he couldn't turn into animals. Antonio, the youngest of the family, kept requesting different animals for her to shift into, and the look of joy on his face when she obliged was the most precious thing she had ever seen.

It all seemed too good to be true. There had to be some kind of catch. Eventually, they started asking her if she was looking to set up a permanent residence, and that was when she knew she had to put her foot down.

"Guys, guys... I appreciate the generosity, really, But I'm just passing through."

"Do you have somewhere else to be?" asked Julieta, who was responsible for cooking the amazing dinner.

Nimona wasn't sure how to respond. "I mean, uh..."

"There's plenty of spaces available nearby," Julieta continued. "Although, you'd probably need someone to stay with, given your age."

"Ugh, no thanks," Nimona said, casually. "I'm used to living by myself."

"Really?" Antonio asked, looking shocked. "You don't have any parents?"

"Antonio!" hissed his mother, Pepa. "Manners."

"It's fine," Nimona insisted. "I can take care of myself."

"Oh, I don't doubt that," said Augustin. "But just because you can take care of yourself doesn't mean you should have to."

At this point, Mirabel, a teen who was about Camilo's age and seemed to be the only kid in the family to not have a special ability, spoke up. "Do you think we could set up a spare room in Casita? Just until she gets settled."

Nimona shook her haid. "No thank you. You've done enough."

Felix, Pepa's husband, spoke up. "If she stays with us, people might start to think she's one of us. They might ask her to do chores."

"Chores?" asked Nimona.

"Not household chores," Alma clarified. "Just tasks around the Encanto. That's what we do. We use our gifts to help people." She smiled at Nimona. "I imagine your gift can come in handy."

"I already told you, it's not a..." Nimona could feel herself well up with emotion, and she tried to hold it in. "Look, where I come from, people don't consider what I do to be a gift, all right."

"Hey," Mirabel said, reaching across the table and putting her hand on Nimona's. "I understand. It's hard to feel like an outcast. Believe me, I know what that's like. But you're gonna be okay."

"Excuse me?" Nimona snapped, pulling her hand away. "You know what it's like? Because you're normal?" She felt a surge of anger rising up very quickly. "So you feel like an outcast because you're normal, is that it?"

"No, I-" Mirabel tried to take it back, but it was too late.

Nimona was standing up now, and she knew without having to look in the mirror that her eyes were glowing and her teeth had become sharper. "You have no idea what it means to be an outcast!" she shouted. "None of you do!"

For a moment, no one stood anything. The madrigals all stared at her in shock and... was that a touch of fear?

Had she finally done it? Had she showed them the monster she truly was?

...Had she screwed up? Had she just blown her one chance of having people who care about her because she couldn't just keep her mouth shut?

Tears started to well up inside Nimona's eyes, and then, before she knew what she was doing, everything came out.

Everything.

The fact that she was so much older than any of them could possibly imagine.

The fact that the only friend she ever had turned on her the second her parents told her what to think.

The fact that a kingdom had built an entire religion based on hating her, and her specifically.

She didn't even know how badly she had wanted to say these words, how badly she needed someone else to hear them, until it all spilled out of her mouth.

By the time she was done, her throat was dry from talking and her eyes were dry from crying. When she finally dared to look up at the Madrigals, they were all staring at her with looks of devastation. Luisa, the strong one, was crying herself. No one said a word.

And then, very slowly, Antonio got up from his chair, walked over to her, and wrapped his arms around her.

One by one, everyone stood up. Mirabel, Julieta, Camilo, Augustin, Pepa, Felix, Bruno, Luisa, Dolores, Isabela, and finally Alma, in that order.

Every. Single. One of them.

They all embraced her.

At that point, there was nothing Nimona could do but give into it. She let them all hug her individually before everyone sunk into a group hug. Still, no one spoke. No one needed to.

Nimona wasn't sure how long the embrace lasted. It could have been thirty seconds. It could have been thirty minutes.

All she knew was that it wasn't long enough.

When it finally ended, Bruno spoke first. "I'm so sorry. For everything. That's... rough."

"Yeah, you can say that again," Nimona said, trying to smile.

"Can we get you anything?" Julieta asked. "More food?"

"No, thanks..." Nimona said, shaking her head. "I don't think I can eat after that... but thanks anyway. The food..." she sniffed, wiping away a tear. "The food was good."

Julieta nodded.

"Maybe you can stay a bit longer?" Felix asked. "For a game night or something?"

"I really don't wanna intrude," Nimona said

"It's no trouble at all," Abuela said, with a sad smile.

"I know what'll make you feel better," Bruno said. "My telanovelas! I know you missed the first eight seasons but-"

"That sounds fun, but..." Nimona straightened her posture. "If you don't mind, I'm not used to... all this." She made a broad gesture to the whole family. "I think I... just need a moment alone to collect myself, if that's all right with you. I'm not gonna do anything stupid, I just... I just need some air."

"Of course," Pepa said. "Take all the time you need."

"We'll be here when you're ready," Alma said.

Nimona tried to put on a casual smile. "...Cool."

And with that, she shifted into a bird and flew out the window.

Once again, the room went silent. Each of the Madrigals slowly sat back down at the table. The meal wasn't exactly finished, but none of them really felt like eating.

No family was ever perfect, despite what Abuela tried to project for the longest time, and the Madrigals had certainly had their fair share of disagreements and quarrels in the past, but tonight they felt a sense of unity. Meeting Nimona and hearing her story had affected all of them.

They were all so used to the idea of magic being what makes you special, (they had even made Mirabel feel un-special for her lack of magic,) it had never occurred to them that someone could be looked down upon for having supernatural abilities, much less villainized for literal centuries for something that they couldn't control.

It was horrible.

And finally, after a long long silence, Julieta cleared her throat. And when she spoke, she put into words what every single person at the table was thinking.

"So... we're adopting her, right?"

[lawnmowereater]

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[skatoonyfan1234]

Encanto: Extra Gifts

[this fanfic starts right at the new family picture at the end of the movie]

'La Familia Madrigal!'

As Casita's moving tiles squeezed the family together, the camera flashed.

Sure, the end result of the new family picture wouldn't be perfect, but then again, the Madrigals weren't exactly a perfect family. After all, perfection was overrated.

The Madrigals all managed to pick themselves up, checked themselves for any injuries [Agustin in general], and soon, marvelled at their newly rebuilt house.

'Glad Casita's back.' Mirabel thought.

After all, it wasn't every day you were the only ordinary person in your magical family that had to save your family miracle.

Later, each of the Madrigals checked out the new and improved doors to their rooms.

The gold glows on the doors showed the new and improved images of each family member:

Isabela's image was changed - for her dress had splatters on it, in addition to more exotic plants growing around her, rather than flowers.

Luisa's image on her door had her relaxing on a hammock, similar to the one from the end of the film, and had her holding a barbell in one hand, remembering her super strength.

Bruno's door had rats added around the image, and the image's face now had a welcoming smile on it.

Pepa, Julieta, Camilo, Dolores, and Antonio's doors remained slightly unchanged.

And Alma saw that her door was similar to before, minus the candle, since Casita was now the new magic vessel for the miracle. And Alma's image had a calm gentle smile.

Alma felt a small tear forming in her eye. She glanced to Pedro's portrait, which had been put next to the door, so every time she entered and exited her room, she'd see Pedro. "Oh, Pedro," she said, "Our Miracle is better than ever. Thank you for sending me Mirabel."

It was then her calmness was rudely interrupted.

"Abuela!" Mirabel's voice sounded out, getting her attention.

Alma headed over to Mirabel as fast as her legs would let her.

"Mirabel!" Alma cried, "What's the ma-"

Alma stopped short. She was staring at Pepa, who was staring at something, a worried expression on her face. She saw a snow cloud forming over Pepa's head. Pepa was breathing rapidly. "Pepa?" she asked, "Why are you-"

Pepa said nothing. Still breathing rapidly, she raised a quivering finger, and pointed.

When Alma turned her head to where Pepa was pointing, her jaw fell agape when she saw what Pepa was pointing at - A new door, exactly right next to Pepa's door. This door had a pale yellow frame, which matched Felix's shirt, and the golden image had Felix's image and name on it. On the image, Felix had his hands raised, and a joyful expression on his face, and beams of light were standing from under, and around him, with firework bursts and stars forming around the border.

'No.' Alma thought to herself, gobsmacked. 'This can't be right. Felix is married into the family, so he can't have a gift of his own!'

Before long, all the Madrigals had gathered round to see the sight. Isabela had to lift herself up with her vines to get a look.

They all became shocked, and entranced by the new door; Felix being the most shocked and entranced of all the Madrigals put together. Before anyone could stop him, he walked up to the door, and touched the doorknob, which had the letter 'F' on it - for the first letter of his name.

He almost felt a sharp bolt of energy strike him inside. It felt like a cold chill. And soon, it faded.

"Tio Felix!" Mirabel called, running to her uncle, "Are you ok?"

"Estoy bien; I'm fine, Mirabel," he said. "It was just a cold chill, that's all." he added whilst shrugging.

"Felix!" Pepa exclaimed in a panic, "Are you Ok?!"

"Mi vida, listen," Felix stated, "I'm fine! Nothing to worry about."

But, Mirabel just so happened to notice Felix's hands were glowing, as did Pepa.

Then, Felix noticed it too.

"Whoa." Felix said. "My hands... they're... glowing!"

SUDDENLY!

A beam of light suddenly shot from Felix's left hand, and barely missing Pepa and the other Madrigals.

The Madrigals all gasped and yelped at what had just happened. Then, they stared at Felix.

"What. Was. That?" said Mirabel,

"Felix!" Pepa scolded, "You could've hit me!" Her snow cloud was turning grey.

"B-but I wasn't doing anything!" Felix protested.

Then, another beam of light shot from his right hand, again barely missing Pepa, and the Madrigals, and striking the wall.

Some of the villagers had now seen this, and they were amazed.

Pepa was now very annoyed; a thunder cloud forming above her head. "Felix, can you please stop 'not doing anything' before you hurt someone?!" she snapped at her husband.

Felix didn't answer, he was testing out the strange phenomenon. He let out the light beam from his left hand, only this time, it came out in a smaller beam, and in a pale white light.

he put his right hand into the beam, and it seemed to create little pale white beams, that danced across the walls. As the Madrigals all stared, awestruck, Pepa's thunder cloud faded.

An immense silence almost seemed to follow. almost a half second later, Mirabel broke the silence. "Tio Felix..." she said, shakily, "You.. you've got a gift!"

"I... do?!" Felix said, awestruck.

Mirabel nodded.

Suddenly, Felix's awestruckness turned to joy & excitement. "I... HAVE... A GIFT!" he exclaimed loudly, throwing both his hands up into the air. Almost immediately, fireworks were created high above the Casita, almost as high as the cracked mountains.

Every Madrigal cheered, and awed in amazement at the fireworks, then pulled Felix into a massive bear hug.

All of them, that is, except Bruno, who stood with Alma as they watched.

"I don't believe it." Bruno muttered. "Felix has gained the gift of controlling light. I guess when the miracle returned, it must've improved the magic somewhat, and made it so Felix, who married into the familia, got a gift of his own."

"Si, Brunito." Alma said.

Meanwhile, with the other Madrigals, Mirabel was suddenly realizing something herself. Isabela was the first to notice, and soon, all thew other Madrigals that were celebrating looked at her.

"What's up, sis?" Isabela asked.

"Well, Isa, I've been thinking," Mirabel said, "if the magic gave Tio Felix a gift and a door, does that mean...?"

It was then her thoughts were rudely interrupted.

"Look!" Antonio cried, pointing to Julieta's door.

The Madrigals looked where Antonio was pointing, and there, exactly right next to Julieta's door, was a door with a cobalt blue frame, the same colour as Agustin's vest and pants. As Mirabel went up to it, followed closely by her parents and abuela, she saw the golden image had Agustin's image and name on it. On the image, Agustin had his hands on hips, and a confident expression on his face, and in front of him and behind him, there were 2 silhouettes of his body; the one behind him seemed to be twice his size, and the one in front of him seemed to be half his size. There were arrows all around the border, some pointing up, some pointing down.

Mirabel turned to her father, who was staring, awestruck. "I think this is your door, Papa." Mirabel said to him.

Almost as if he was entranced, Agustin walked up to the door, and touched the doorknob, which had the letter 'A' on it - the first letter of his name.

And, like Felix, He almost felt a sharp bolt of energy strike him inside. It felt like a cold chill. And soon, it faded.

"Papa!" Mirabel called, looking at her dad, who was flexing his fingers. "How do you feel?"

"Si, I'm fine." Agustin said. As he came down the stairs, he saw Felix showing off his gift, by creating light in different colours from his fingers. "Wow. I mean, I thought the miracle never granted gifts to people who married into our familia, but now, for whatever reason it is, it's now actually changing the rules! This discovery is muy grande!" he exclaimed.

Suddenly!

Agustin began to glow, in some sort of pale green light.

All the Madrigals and the villagers stared, gobsmacked.

"Papa! You're glowing!" Isabela said, awestruck.

"Am I glowing?" said a surprised Agustin. He looked at himself, and saw it was true. "I am!" he exclaimed.

Soon, the glow faded.

And then, to the other Madrigals' amazement [and shock], Agustin's left hand grew bigger, almost to double it's size.

"Ay!" Agustin exclaimed, gobsmacked at what he saw. Then, almost immediately, his right hand grew to match his left hand.

"WOW!" Agustin said, looking at his enlarged hands. "Have I been stung again?"

"It's no sting, Papa-" said Mirabel, but then, her jaw fell agape. "Papa!" she exclaimed. "You're growing!"

"He is growing!" Camilo exclaimed.

"Oh my!" Luisa said, her eye twitching.

Indeed. Agustin's body seemed to be slowly scaling up in proportion. The Madrigals, and the villagers watched.

Pepa started breathing heavily again, and her snow cloud returned.

"Uh, Papa," said Mirabel, "I think you'd better get out of Casita!"

The growing Agustin didn't need to be told twice; he bolted for the door, and headed out, bumping his head on the door frame as he did. The other Madrigals, and the villagers, all followed behind him.

As soon as they were all outside, they watched with stunned and shocked expressions on their faces, as Agustin, bathed in the evening light, grew, and grew, and grew, and grew, and grew, and grew, until he was as big as the mountains surrounding the Encanto. And his clothes; shoes, socks, glasses and all, grew with him.

And, almost as quickly as it started, it slowed down, and stopped.

"Holy cow." Felix said, awestruck. Immediately, Pepa fainted.

"WOW!" Agustin said in a voice that rivalled thunder, making the other Madrigals, and the other villagers, wince and cover their ears. "I can see the whole village from here!"

"I think i nearly went deaf!" Luisa exclaimed.

"Papa, I think your gift is to change your size!" Mirabel shouted up to him. "You've become a giant!"

Agustin looked down at himself, and his jaw hung. It was true - he had grown to giant size. "Ay ay ay," said the giant Agustin, awestruck at what had happened to him. "You know," he added, pulling at his shirt, "I was worried for a second I would end up naked, but my clothes grew too! This is EXELENTE!" he exclaimed, jumping a little.

And as he jumped, his giant shoe almost stepped on the Madrigals, and the villagers, who yelped. and then wobbled to stay upright; Luisa grabbing hold of Alma so she wouldn't break her hip.

"Agustin, you nearly stepped on us!" Alma shouted.

"Lo siento, Abuela!" Agustin called, squatting down to see the other family members. "It's real hard to see where I'm gonna step. I never even saw you all down there; you're all so pequeño!"

Suddenly, Agustin began to glow again; this time the light was a pale pink colour. "Uh?" he said, puzzled. "I'm glowing again!"

The Madrigals watched as Agustin's shadow that covered them seemed to quickly go down, and down, and then, it disappeared.

"OK, Papa, I think you've had your fun now." Mirabel said.

But there was no answer.

"Papa?" Mirabel said, her heart starting to pound. "Papa?!"

"Agustin? Mi amor?!" Juileta called, starting to sound panicked. "Where are you?"

"Tio Agustin!" Antonio called out loudly. "Where are you, tio?"

"Agustin?" Alma called. "Dónde estás?!"

"We have to find Papa!" Luisa cried. "It's getting late!"

By this time, Dolores was already using her super hearing to listen out for Agustin. Suddenly, she heard something. "Espara! I can hear something!" she called. Mirabel and the other Madrigals all stopped panicking, and listened.

"Hey! HEY! Estoy aqui! I'm down here!" squeaked a tiny voice. It was very very close.

"That's Tio Agustin!" Dolores said. "He's close by, but he sounds very squeaky for some reason." she added.

Mirabel was the first to take action. She knelt down to her knees, and looked, and almost immediately, she stared, jaw hanging. What she had saw was a tiny [and thankfully, fully clothed] version of her dad, jumping up and down, on a rock.

Agustin looked no bigger than a bug.

"Mirabel!" squeaked the tiny Agustin.

"Papa?!" she said. "Is that you?"

"Si, Miraboo, It IS me!" Agustin yelled.

'Ay ay ay.' Mirabel thought. 'Papa's gift can make him tiny as well as a giant. I'd better pick him up before anyone steps on him.'

Mirabel picked her miniscule dad up, cupping him gently in her hands.

"No te precoupes, Papa." said Mirabel. "I'll take you back to Casita."

As she turned round, Alma caught up to her. "Mirabel!" she cried, "where's your father?"

"Well, Abuela," said Mirabel slowly and thoughtfully, "there's good news and bad news."

"What's the good news?" Isabela asked.

"I found Papa." Mirabel said.

"Oh, that's a relief." Pepa said, gasping for breath.

"Where is he, Mirabel?" Alma asked, anxiously.

"Actually, Abuela, that's the bad news." Mirabel said. She showed the bug-sized Agustin on her hand.

"Hola." the tiny Agustin said sheepishly.

Julieta's eyes widened, upon seeing her miniscule husband. Alma's jaw hung.

"Whoa." Dolores said. "Tio Agustin is tiny!"

"And I thought Bruno was tiny enough." Camilo joked, earning him a sharp nudge from Felix, and a scowl from Bruno.

"I think his gift is being able to change his size." Mirabel stated.

'No prizes for guessing.' Alma thought to herself.

"Papa, could you grow yourself back to normal?" Mirabel said.

"I can try." Agustin said.

Mirabel put her father down gently on the ground.

Agustin took a deep breath, and, Within seconds, Agustin grew right back to his normal size. Julieta hugged Agustin tightly. "Oh, mi amor," she said, "don't ever scare me like that again!"

"We were pretty worried." Luisa admitted. "I have to say, we were worried."

"Yeah." Camilo said, "It was almost as bad as the time the village donkeys got into Casita."

"I remember that, too." Felix said. "I haven't forgotten when it happened - we spent all morning herding them out, and all afternoon cleaning out donkey dung, and your mama, she screamed so loudly, hailstones fell down into-"

"Alright, I get it!" Pepa snapped at her husband.

"I was just stating." Felix said, raising his arms in an 'I Surrender' gesture.

"I guess that means Tio Agustin's got a gift, too!" Antonio said, "Just like Papa!"

"Certainly has." Mirabel said to her youngest cousin.

As Alma said the family's thanks to the villagers for helping them to rebuild the house, The Madrigals walked back into Casita, talking about how eventful the evening had been, it was about then Alma suddenly noticed something. "Espara!" she called. The Madrigals all stopped.

"What's up, Abuela?" Mirabel asked.

Alma motioned to the door above the front door. The door that had once led to the nursery that had been Mirabel's room.

Almost immediately, the Madrigals looked at Mirabel.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mirabel asked.

She soon found out; for Alma led her to the door.

Mirabel saw her image - it had her image carved in it, in a pose almost similar to Alma's door. Around her, were butterflies swarming around, and in her hands, was a heart-shaped ball of light.

Then she saw her doorknob, with the Letter M on it. It was similar to the doorknob she'd placed on the house when it was rebuilt.

Alma motioned her to touch the doorknob.

Mirabel slowly reached for the doorknob, but stopped. She was hesitant.

She thought back to her gift ceremony, when her door vanished before she received her gift.

Was this fate, giving her a second chance to relive her gift?

Only one thing was for certain - the only way to find out was to find out.

She shut her eyes, and took a deep breath, and touched the doorknob. The door glowed brightly. And then...

She opened the door.

The door led to a room which looked almost similar to the nursery/Mirabel's room from before - albeit with a colour scheme that matched her dress - white on the ceiling, teal versions of the nursery walls, and dark brown floor. and there were decorations on the walls that also matched her embroidery on her clothing.

Mirabel looked up, and gasped.

"Wow." she said, her eyes widening.

Suddenly, her hands glowed, and a swirl of butterflies swirled around her, like magic, all in the colours of the Madrigals' outfits. it lasted for a while, and then stopped.

Other than that, Mirabel looked puzzled. She still looked the same giftless Madrigal she was.

"Wait." she said, puzzled. "Where's my gift?"

Alma stepped up. "Mirabel." said Alma. "I think I found out why you didn't get a gift at your ceremony."

"Why?" Mirabel asked.

Alma smiled gently. "You care for and respect our family. You helped them through their problems, and helped to save the miracle. Your gift is you."

"It is?" Mirabel said, still a little confused.

"You will be a true matriarch of the Familia Madrigal one day." Alma said.

Mirabel's jaw dropped. "Me?!" she said, puzzled, "But, Abuela, I'm not old enough for this! I'm not sure I can do your job! I-"

Alma cut her off. "Mirabel, I can't keep running the Familia Madrigal forever." she said. "Soon, I will find a sucesora, someone to take over my mantle, my duties, my responsibilities, and my love and caring for the family, and the Encanto, when I go."

Mirabel knew this would be true - one day, her Abuela would pass away, but no matter what, she'd always support her family, until the day she retired as the matriarch of la Familia Madrigal.

"And," Alma finished, "I know just who my sucesora will be."

Mirabel looked out at the town and village of the Encanto, as it glowed in the darkening twilight, and realized that soon, in the future, the task of being the matriarch of the family, and possibly the village, would fall on her shoulders.

When that would be; even her Tio Bruno wouldn't say, but she knew that now her family could use their gifts to be themselves, and help others, they would be fine.

"Si, Abuela." Mirabel said proudly. "I wouldn't have mi familia any other way."

Both she & Alma hugged, and the other Madrigals watched from the door.

They knew things were gonna be much different in the Encanto now, but no matter what, they'd get through it as a family. Things were gonna be just fine.

After all, the Madrigals now all had gifts, and they were a complete family - what could happen?

[robindrake93]

Being (792 words) by robindrake93 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Encanto (2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Antonio Madrigal/Camilo Madrigal Characters: Antonio Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal Additional Tags: POV Third Person, Short One Shot, Slice of Life, Future Fic, Boys Kissing, Sibling Incest Series: Part 13 of Wordle Answers As Writing Prompts Summary: Antonio looks for Camilo.

[row-boats3]

A piece I wrote in like 20 minutes because I have Encanto brain-rot and I started thinking of how Mirabel got her “gift” in a Celebrity!Madrigals AU

……..

Mirabel returned home sluggishly, tossing her bag to the couch as soon as she crossed through the door of their home.

Unsurprisingly, the house was empty.

Mama had gone to an interview for her new cook-book, dragging Papa with her as even with her collected front she hated doing interviews alone. Tia Pepa was working hard on recording her next album with Tio Felix. Dolores was at a meeting for her cover art, Luisa at training for the athletic event, and Camilo at a table read for a new, exclusive movie he wasn’t allowed to tell her about yet.

Even Senorita perfecta Isabela would be welcome right now, but she was out too, negotiating a contract with a new, up-and-coming fashion boutique.

Once again, ordinary Mirabel was left alone as her extraordinary family won over the hearts of the public.

It wasn’t like Mirabel resents them for it.

(Well, maybe she did - just a little - but she really didn’t mean to.)

Mirabel loved her family more than anything, and they loved her. She knew her family loved her, they showed it every day. They were just so busy with interviews, and work, and fans, and fame.

(And yeah, maybe things have been tough for a couple years since Camilo had started getting serious acting work. Maybe Abuela was starting to pressure Mirabel, or asking her why she hadn’t started working on something impressive like her sisters or cousins. Maybe Mirabel felt just a tiny bit alone every time her parents, or sisters, or cousins were too busy to ask about her day or help with homework. That didn’t mean they loved her any less, right?

Right?)

She turned the TV on, just to drown out the silence of the apartment. It landed on an old rerun of a talk-show from last week, an interview of Dolores quietly teasing her new album. Mirabel left in on, the familiar voice always calming.

There she was, home alone, given full range of the top floor apartment building her family owned.

She was was wholly, completely, unequivocally bored.

With nothing better to do, she decided to actually do some homework, pulling out notebooks of her bag and flipping to the next clean page of her math one. Her eyes wandered, smiling at the paper.

Just before it was a page full of doodles from when she got bored in class, all symbols important to her family. Herbs for Mama, A thunderbolt (the name of Tia Pepa’s first solo album), a chameleon for Camilo, Flowers for Isabela who always said she wanted to be a florist before modeling took off. Beside the individual drawing had been a smaller sketch, the markings inside a pair of pants.

Mirabel paused.

She glanced down at her own, suddenly very plain skirt.

Her private school had many rules on dress code - no colored hair, uniform below the knees, black shoes.

They said nothing against modifying the turquoise uniform, did they?

In a sudden moment of weakness and ADHD hyperfixation, the teen shot up. Papa kept some extra sowing supplies in the back of his closet, didn’t he?

Somewhat quickly, with only a small fight with a jacket, she’d gotten the sowing kit and changed clothes to pull her skirt over her lap.

She sowed, carefully working the needle in and out of the fabric in a focus she’d never had before.

So often, she was “the other Madrigal”, the boring one, the child left to herself. So, if she had to be plain Mirabel, the least she could do was have a not-so-plain skirt.

Two weeks full of lonesome days passed by thanks to that needle and thread before the skirt was done, and she was no longer so plain.

She had no idea almost a year and a half after that, she sold her first fashion design, catapulting herself from ordinary Mirabel into the spotlight as one of the Magnificent Madrigals.

[empty-cryptid]

Hello! I'm Energycat on AO3. (Currently on hiatus)

At the moment I'm mostly writing Encanto fanfiction and planning some One Piece stuff.

What I'm currently working on*:

Tiny Tio, Big world

When Bruno wakes up to discover he's even smaller than usual, he has to figure out how to navigate the world from a rat's point of view. And he doesn't even get the advantages of being a rat! This gives a whole other meaning to the nickname Tiny Tío.

Debut and Renew Series

(Part 1) Tio: Bruno meets his sobrinos for the first time. (Part 2) Still Tio: Bruno meets his sobrinos a second time.

12 Hours Til Sunrise

What if when Bruno, Antonio, and Mirabel climb out of the wall from behind the painting, they don't end up in the right place? Listen for the tolling bell, for after the clock strikes 12, the sun will rise. (Encantober 2023)

a series of little things

Some little stories about the life of the Madrigals. (Slice of life <1000 words) I take requests for these!

*I am not including collabs because I don't want to put any pressure on my co-writers.

My encanto oc:

Margarita Valentine

Short stories involving Señora Valentine while she's the Encanto's librarian (and maybe a little of her mysterious past if she's willing to share her adventures) *Chapters in this one will be posted out of order to keep the timeline in order*

Some completed stories:

Defeating expectation and other extraordinary acts

Bruno knows what he can do. Probably. Everyone else thinks they know what he can do. Mirabel probably has the most accurate opinion of the bunch. Everyone will be surprised. (Bruno is coaxed by the kids to show off some parkour and some of the residents of Encanto aren't happy to have him back among them after ten years.)

Healing Memories

A collection of completed one-shots with the themes of healing and memories.

Made with Love

Bruno's relationship with food after leaving the walls and after he's recovered a year later. We support a healthy pancita around here.

Madremonte's Garden and the Wakos' Cave

The triplets decide to rekindle a tradition they had before Bruno hid in the walls. Taking a hike to a special place for some sibling bonding sounds like a wonderful idea now that Bruno has returned, Casita is reborn, and the family is healing nicely. (This is my EBB story)

Fables by Firelight

Camilo decides to get all the grandkids (plus Bruno and Mariano) to gather around a fire to tell spooky stories in the dark.

And many more...

[phoenixlionme]

Encanto: Madrigal Family Relationship Analysis Part 27 - Camilo and Julieta

This picture saids all about this niece-nephew bond. And it happens to be one my favorite dynamics (and something I hope gets explored into possible later installments). The usual impish and cheeky Camilo who usually has a sly smile on his face is lovingly holding hands with his aunt with a calm and serene smile. And we see throughout small moments in the film that Camilo enjoys Julieta's food. This brief shot of them showcases the close and loving bond they have; Camilo absolutely adores Julieta, and I wouldn't be surprised if Julieta thinks of Camilo as her own son (along with Antonio, of course). I like to think that if Julieta was ever stressed and/or needed help, Camilo would immediately drop his usual pranky, playfulness and becomes attentive and comforting. And if Camilo needed to be grounded and/or receive emotional comfort, one of the people he would go to (besides his parents), would be Julieta, as he finds her calm and loving aura soothing. Many fans have noticed their apparent closeness and want more interactions between this aunt and nephew in possible future installments.