With or Without You
⤷ pairing - camilo madrigal x (fem) reader
⤷ fandom - encanto
⤷ warnings - very slight angst
⤷ summary - after leaving the mountains for nearly 10 years, you return to encanto, and return to camilo
⤷ notes - this takes place just after the events of the movie, so bruno is also here. actually a little less reader action in this, so i might fuck around and make a part 2.
⤷ word count - 2.2k+
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“Tío Bruno, read my prophecy next!” Camilo barrelled into the room, gripping onto the older man’s ruana, who practically choked on his own surprise.
“C-Camilo, are you sure, mi sobrino?” Camilo nodded, brown curls bouncing against his warm skin, pearly whites peeking past his wide smile.
“Of course! If Dolores gets one, so do I! Ask about (Y/N)!” Bruno laughed, awkward smile creeping onto his face as he gently pried Camilo’s curled fingers from the dark green fabric.
“Okay, but don’t hate the messenger.” He mumbled, crouching down to relay the sand and leaves he had just used for Dolores’ prophecy. Camilo flumped into the circle of sand, shuffling forward eagerly as his uncle sat himself in front of him. The leaves were set alight, weaving a gentle stream of smoke into the air as the sand began to raise, twirling around the pair in a whirlwind of electricity.
Camilo’s eyes widened, darting to each and every vein of green that spiked through the sand, not noticing the furrowed brows of his uncle.
“I see you...” Bruno mumbled, Camilo whipping around at his words. His eyes glowed a jade green, and Camilo followed his gaze to a blurry image of himself in the sand.
“Where’s (Y/N)?” He questioned, scouring the image for anything other than his own face, blurring and at some moments becoming unrecognisable. Bruno lowered his eyes, expression pinching in a sullen remorse.
“Lo siento, mi sobrino. It seems as though the two of you grow apart.” Camilo went silent, smile fading from his face.
“Oh.” The sand settled once more, the young boy’s fading until there was nothing left. The two were silent for a moment, Bruno refusing to look at Camilo and Camilo deep in thought.
“Well,” he exclaimed, scrambling to his feet while his little shoes slipped on the stone in Bruno’s room, “better make sure she keeps smiling in the mean time!” Bruno relaxed as Camilo bowed, beaming grin exposing a little gap where a baby tooth had fallen out. He turned to run out the room, legs unsteady in his hurry.
Bruno sighed, sweeping the sand up with his hands, gathering it into a small pile to the side of where he was sitting. Camilo was a good kid, and he could only hope that his prophecy was not one set in stone.
You were gone a few weeks later.
Camilo could still remember the day you left. The sun was blazing high in the sky, and he couldn’t have helped but to feel as though it should have been thunder and lightning. Such beautiful weather was unbefitting of the day he felt like rain. Of course, his own mother- ever supportive of Camilo- was able to bring about a few storm clouds to rain down on him as your family waved their goodbyes.
“I’ll be back before you know it, Camilo!”
Camilo remembered the day he turned 5 well. It was a day of celebration, of course, the day he got his gift. The townsfolk had gathered, as they always did. Camilo could remember the exact moment he reached the top of the stairs, for he had stopped. For a brief lapse of time, he looked out to the crowd. He had looked for you. For just a second, he had forgotten you had left.
You promised you would be there, before you knew you were going to move. The two of you had been so excited, eagerly discussing the party that would happen afterwards. You were desperate to find out what his gift would be and to finally play in a room that wasn’t the nursery.
Despite the joyous occasion, from the flowers to the cheers of the townspeople and the warm embraces of his own family, Camilo couldn’t help but feel a little subdued. At such a great landmark, you were supposed to be here. That night, after the festivities, Camilo had spent the night back in the nursery with Mirabel. That night, she had gifted him a photo of the two of you, which he swore to keep with him at all times, so that he would never forget a single one of your features.
You’d be back soon.
As the years passed, the photo got more faded, and Camilo’s memories of you went along with it. Growing into his teenage years, he had grown out of his childhood puppy love, the image of you becoming less and less tangible, as if you were merely a whisper lost in the night, never having existed in the first place.
And yet still, when the news turned out that you were coming back, his heart almost stopped.
Dolores was the one to expose the rumours, clambering to her chair at the dinner table with pink lips pursed in a small smile and eyes sparkling with a mirth that was often unfounded within her softer persona. Camilo sensed her excitement almost immediately, never untuned to his sibling’s emotions.
“What has got you in such a good mood, hermana?” He questioned, the table quietening their chatter to listen to her response.
“I heard the townsfolk say that la familia (L/N) is coming back.” She grinned, tone tinged with a fever uncommon for her disposition. The reaction was instant, Camilo’s height loosing about two feet as he shifted between himself and your four-year-old form (the one he had spent hours mulling over in the photo) with the occasional injection of Dolores’ figure jumbled between his transformations before they abruptly stopped with a bout of coughing, Camilo banging his fist against his chest in an attempt to quell the feeling.
Over his head sprouted a rainbow, his mother fanning her hands on her cheeks as Félix praised its colours with a beam. In the background, the shutters over Casita’s windows rapidly opened and shut themselves, the tiles surrounding the table rippling in some sort of way to convey joy.
“Really?” Mirabel gasped, drumming her fingers on the table with wide eyes behind her glasses.
“Is that the family with Camilo’s friend?” Bruno questioned, eyes darting around to each of his sisters as he tried to untangle his memories. Julieta hummed in agreement, gentle smile on her lips.
“Yes, she was such a lovely child,” she mused. Pepa nodded in agreement, clasping her hands together with a dreamy sigh, the rainbow above her head shimmering in the sun.
“She was so wonderful for mi hijo.” Camilo felt heat rise to his cheeks at his mother’s words, trying in vain to rid himself of the embarrassment with a few chuckles.
“Yeah,” Isabela drawled, fixing Camilo with a dark gaze from across the table, a sinister smirk painted onto her lips that made him nervous, “Camilo was really whipped, weren’t you, primo?” Her eyebrow twitched, and he couldn’t help as though this was payback for something he had done. He wasn’t about to backdown, though.
“Oh yeah? Says the girl who was gonna marry a man she had spoken to twice, right, prima?” Isabela’s expression twisted, lip twitching in annoyance. In a flash, a sharp pain fired along his calf as a vine whipped him underneath the table. With a yelp, he shoved his chair back (almost falling if not for the way Casita moulded to stabilise him) and grabbed his leg, soothing the bruise with a pout.
“That’s different and you know it!” Isabela hissed, fiery gaze making the words Camilo wanted to say die in his throat. He resigned to just glaring, taking a little bite from an arepa that Julieta passed him.
“Niños, behave,” Abuela’s sharp tone cut through the noise, making both Camilo and Isabela jump. They shuffled back to their places with abashed expressions. Abuela eyed the family for a moment to ensure she had their full attention before continuing, “everyone, la familia (L/N) have been great allies to the Madrigals for decades. If it is true that they are to return, I am expecting nothing but the upmost respect and hospitality.” The family nodded, the children sharing grins whilst the adults murmured amongst themselves, quietly reminiscing on the shared moments between the two families.
Camilo could only wait, heart pounding so hard that he was sure Dolores could hear it.
Yeah, he was screwed.
The day you returned was a dry day, with a blanket of light grey clouds that covered the sky. The air was heavy, weighing deep in his lungs and stifling his breathing. This was the calm before the storm.
At this point, Camilo was itching to run out of Casita to search for you, his skin prickling with every passing second he was stuck in his home- it was almost claustrophobic, as if the walls were closing in on him. He couldn’t help the buzz of his nerves. How different would your relationship be? Would you still like him? Would you still remember him?
“Camilo, hurry up!” Mirabel nudged him, snapping him out of his stupor with a startle. He grinned, shaking away his worries.
“Sorry, prima, but you were doing such a great job without me, anyway.” He snickered, changing into the girl before him while wiggling his eyebrows.
“Ha ha, very funny,” Mirabel rolled her eyes, and yet the small smile on her face betrayed her true feelings, “get to work.” He nodded, turning back to himself to sweep the remaining dust on the foyer under the carpet (right before Casita succinctly whipped the dust back into his face, much to his distaste).
“They’re arriving in 20 minutes.” Dolores spoke, appearing behind the pair without so much as a noise. Camilo’s heart leaped to his throat, and he could only nod, mouth going dry. Back to sweeping.
20 minutes crept past painfully slowly, much slower than time had ever progressed. His foot tapped against the tiles as he sat perched on the end of his chair, hands knotted in his hair. His ruana felt much warmer, as if it were a thick winter coat. Sweat beaded on his hairline, which he periodically wiped away every couple of minutes.
“Camilo, your girlfriend’s here!” Isabela called out from the front door with a wild giggle, scaring him to the point he nearly fell off the chair. He ignored the tease in Isabela’s voice, scrambling to leave his room. He leant over the railing, chest heaving as he watched the door open.
Abuela walked in with a woman he could discern as your mother from his vague memories of her when she looked a lot younger. And behind her was-
“Casita! It’s good to see you again!” You. Your voice was perhaps the most beautiful thing he had heard, ringing through his head like a melody as you giggled, cooing to the door that almost seemed to wave at you. Your face was bright, your expression as lively and sunny as the rays that graced Encanto the day you left his life. Now you were back, and Camilo could say for certain that you were a much prettier sight.
Your eyes darted up to him, still filled with the same merriment that had taken his breath away all those years ago, and didn’t do anything but the same now.
For a moment, it seemed as though time stopped. Your eyes widened, mouth parting slightly. Camilo could only hope that you were seeing him in the same way he was seeing you. From the way the golden light softened your features, to the way Isabela’s flowers framed your face in such a way that inexplicably tugged on a yearning so visceral that it ached.
The railing in front of him gave way, dropping him forward with a lurch to his stomach that made him feel even more nauseous than before. Casita caught him with a beam, lowering him down to the floor with a grace he wasn’t used to.
The others had begun to crowd around your family, the house filling with cheers of joy and exclamations of glee but his eyes were trained on you. In a flash, you pushed your way through the crowd, and Camilo could only take one more step before you had thrown yourself into his arms.
Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing your far too tight and burying his head into your shoulder. His hands gripped your dress, pulling you flush against himself as if you were going to disappear. You laughed, breath stuttering in your chest as you pulled him as close as was physically possible.
“I thought I’d never see you again.” He chuckled, breathing into the nape of your neck. Your grip tightened, eyes stinging with tears you refused to let fall.
“I’m sorry.” He shook his head, brown curls tickling your nose.
“Don’t say that, mi vida, I’m just glad you’re back.”
“I really missed you.” He pulled back with a joyful laugh, pressing his forehead against yours. You peered into his teary eyes, cupping his face in your hand to wipe away a stray tear that trailed over his cheek. Your thumb stilled over his cheekbone, and all you could do was stare.
He leaned in, hesitating slightly once his lips were just a whisper away from yours. His heart pounded against the confinements of his chest; your pulse skyrocketing.
“I missed you too.”
♡a/n: i had this idea and i couldn't forget it so here's this. wrote it in a few minutes.
♡ edited !
"My...name?" the man hesitated, his eyes moving around the place. his palm sweating as he grips the bucket handle tighter. "It's bruno.."
You hum in a ecstacy. you've noticed him around but since you have recently moved into the village, you didn't know much people, plus no one really seemed to talk to him. "What a beautiful name, bruno"
Bruno doesn't think so. his name was used in a scornful manner. people still seem wary of him. a small mention of his name, people seem doubtful of him, even now, as he's rebuilding the house.
"Really?" you nod, over the moon when he makes eye contact with you. he's staring at you with the cutest eyes. "I think it's pretty plain."
Bruno is quick to avert his eyes again, it makes you want to looked one more time. you lean down, eyes trained on his face, wanting to properly take a look at him. plus, it feels nice to fluster a guy.
"Well, bruno. it's fitting for a pretty man like yourself."
"Pr-pretty? me?" bruno doubts that. he searches for the a name at the top of his head as he responds. "A name like.. 'roberto' is fitting for a beautiful man."
"Like... him?" you point over to a stall behind him, causing bruno to turn to see what caught your attention. he see a man in a green poncho, curls all over the place, staring right back at him. "I think he's very attractive."
It takes a few seconds to realize what's happening. he came face-to-face with himself, it wasn't camilo shape shifting into him, it was a mirror!
Bruno's face blooms into a red color. whipping his head back to you with wide eyes.
"Um.. are you flirting with me?" bruno hesitates to ask. he had no clue if you were and it would be very embarrassing if you weren't actually flirting. but base off what he's read in books, this is usually how someone flirts.. right?
"Is it making you uncomfortable?"
"Huh?! no, no.." bruno chuckles, a bashful smile growing on his lips. it's cute and awkward, very fitting for someone like him. you couldn't see him flirting back but you didn't mind. "I think you're really attractive as well.."
He swings the bucket back and forth. like a child waiting for their parent to return. he notices the awkward silence that passed by, internally panicking.
"Like my rats.. not that i'm trying to compare you to them! I just like their company, and stuff, but you! you are very beautiful and I like the way you sound, unlike my rats— not that they have human faces— and w-why did I even bring them up.. err.. did I go too far...?" his tone gets quieter and smaller as he finishes talking, shoulders quivering in humiliation. he lowers his head, staring at the back of his palm.
"Thank you, bruno." said man looks up in confusion, his face burning from his rambling. "I've never been called very beautiful before."
Bruno groans. he wants to bury himself out of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I got distracted and just said what came to mind.."
"Don't worry, it's adorable." you laugh at him. taking the empty bucket from his hands. "Anyway do you wa—"
"Bruno!" a girl comes running, waving her arms around. mirabel. you've talked to her before, while helping around at the casita. "Did you get the water... oh"
She comes to a stop, seeing you beside the him, filling the rest of the buckets he carried. "I see.. you got distracted by (name) again."
Bruno inhales sharply, heart beat spiking up. he feels you glance at him with a raised brow. "Bruno is always looking at yo—"
"Mirabel! let's go, I think we're finished here!" mirabel giggles as his flustered expression. bruno takes off, nearly dropping the water. maribel innocently picks up the other bucket and walks closer to you.
"I'm gonna write a song about your love story now."
Bruno: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."
Y/n: Nah, call me, I'll protect you <3
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"Just a little to the left. No, Luisa, not your left! My left!" You sigh, smacking your forehead in tedium.
"How am I ever supposed to just guess which left you're talking about, Y/N?! THERE'S ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE ONE!" Luisa cries out, nearly letting the church on her shoulders slip in frustration.
"Luisa! I get that you're tired and I am too-"
"I started yoga the other day!" She says instead, causing your eyes to screw shut as you massage your temple.
"Luisa, please, I need to get to the tower-"
"And you know yoga is a quiet activity. As someone who isn't particularly- uh- quiet… I really thought I'd hate it-"
"-Please Luisa," You plead in desperation, but your voice is way too quiet over the passionate boom that is Luisa's voice.
"-like, you know when you immediately write something off as 'not for you?' I did that! But with yoga!" You had now taken to begging but Luisa had taken to laying on the floor, doing foot crunches with the church, still firmly planted in her own world. Your eye twitches.
"Luisa I need to go see-"
"-BUT I LOVED IT! IT WAS SO… ENLIGHTENING!"
"LUISA!" Her gaze snaps to you and she gulps, quickly putting the church down and letting the reverend fly out nervously patting down his forehead with a handkerchief. She clears her throat.
"I'm sorry. You can go." You immediately feel like shit but Luisa waves a large hand in front of her smiling face.
"Go! Please!" You thank Luisa before sprinting down the City Square, not daring to waste anymore time. You can see Casita fast approaching and your heart soars before you crash into someone.
"Y/N! How absolutely perfect that I ran into you!" Isabela sings before twirling you in her arms, you lament at the sight of casa Madrigal over Isabela's shoulders.
So close but so painfully out of reach.
"So I was experimenting with new fauna." She says, pushing you towards a fruit stand with the owner completely out of sight but growing beside it was the most alien plant you have ever seen.
"It's called Drosera Capensis." The beautiful girl squeals, clapping her hands in front of her. You nod distractedly. You take to leaning back and catching the house still sitting idly atop the green hill. One of the shutters waved idly as if the house itself was waving. You wouldn't put it past Casita.
"Um- Isabela, I really need to go see your Tio-"
"-Bruno can wait." She snaps, fleetingly waving her hand in front of her face.
No, Isabela. It is not a matter of whether he can wait… but if I can.
"Isabela, please- I really need to-"
"The thing is, I keep wondering how they'll react around the papayas. I mean, I know they're carnivorous but I would hate to be the reason an alien plant hurts the papayas, Y/N." You mumble and nod your head, directing your gaze to the house once more. You feel the frustration eat away at your stomach as you catch a glimpse of the highest tower.
"Isabela, I really need to go-"
She rolls her eyes and waves you off causing your heart to soar.
"Fine, fine. Guess I'll figure this out by myself." You give her a small squeeze while getting a combination of colourful floral dyes all over your yellow dress. A dress you knew he was very fond of.
You need to leave now.
You sprint up the narrow lane, greeting fellow townsfolk with no room for further conversation as you finally approach the Casita. Your heart speeds erratically but this, of course, is short lived.
"Breakfast!" Abuela calls out before the entire family comes running. Well, almost everyone.
The table and chairs that had been magicked outside are slowly being filled with family members. Isabela and Luisa come up the lane. Camilo, Antonio and their parents, Mirabel and her parents, Dolores and Mariano all emerge from the house and soon the table is packed with conversation. All the while, your knee is jumping restlessly underneath.
"Where is your T��o Bruno?" You ask Camilo seated next you. He smirks before shifting into your husband's form.
"Why?" He asks before leaning against the table cockily."Miss me?" You slap the boy over the side of the head and he immediately shifts back, laughing hysterically while rubbing his head.
"Bruno's still up in the tower," Mirabel offers from across the table. "He's been crazy busy with prophecies with the entire town accepting his gift and whatnot."
Yeah, a voice in your head says in bitterness, I know.
You couldn't help the bitterness. You had barely seen your newly titled husband all week and the need for him was so blatant you feared you might explode from it. He had been MIA. It had begun with a single prophecy on Monday before that bled to two on Tuesday and suddenly ten on Wednesday until you lost sight of him completely. You were hellbent on seeing your man even if that meant having to chase everyone out his tower.
"Help with the dishes?" Mirabel asks with a smile you absolutely couldn't ever deny. You sigh fruitlessly.
"Of course, Mira."
You scrub relentlessly at the one unrelenting stain on the dish in your hands. The dish quakes ever so carefully under your grip as you try to wash it out but it just isn't going away. You can feel your eye twitch. You hear how your teeth grate against each other. A deep vein no doubt popping out of the side of your neck.
"Uh… Y/N?" Mirabel's questioning drawl is laced with concern as she wipes the dishes already stacked on the rack. Her voice is cautious and peaceful but it still raises all kinds of feelings.
"What?!" You ask (scream), your eyes snapping to her beautiful big ones in a frightening way, but they soften immediately when you catch how locked in fright hers were behind the glasses.
"Just-" You exhale a quiet breath as you focus on easing your erratic heart and itching fingers.
"-having a bad day, Cariño." You dry your hands, immediately placing them on their cheeks. You squish her cheeks together and bring your nose against hers. "I'm sorry that I snapped. Bubble bubble?"
She exhales before letting a smile slip onto her face. "Bubble Bubble." She nods, and you immediately give her a tight hug.
"You will never give up on your goldfish theory, will you?" She says irritably although you don't miss the smile dancing on her face.
"Nope! You are a goldfish, Mirabel Madrigal! I will prove it one day. You're just a late bloomer. That is all." You punctuate seriously before turning your attention back to the heap of breakfast dishes. Your shoulders slump ever so slightly in a manner you hoped was subtle but Mirabel catches it.
"You can go, if you want." The sweet girl says. "I've got the dishes covered.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course! Helping people's my specialty." She winks and clicks her tongue before directing her attention to the dishes in front her. Your heart soars and you embrace her one last time before sprinting out.
You can't help the frustration building in your core as you ease up the steps. The corridor leading up to Bruno's tower is shrouded in darkness with a slight breeze about, doing absolutely nothing for your raging, warm core. You're practically aching.
You welcome the nearby sound of falling sand and your heart soars. You are unable to stop yourself from sprinting to his door before shutting the whole world out. The bang is loud but it is dulled under the sound of falling sand.
The hourglass wall in front of you is high and mighty and you almost have a mind to run straight through it before you hear a voice echoing.
"Oh please... Not again! Not another one!" The voice sounds as tired and as drained as you were. Your ears perk up at the sound and the need buries you like an avalanche of sand. Your heart is an endless drum line, moving your feet on their own accord.
Bruno pulls back the sandy curtain for the newcomer and you run.
You run through the hourglass gateway and throw yourself down the sand dunes. Your body rolls carelessly down the sand and you hear a questioning 'huh?' echo throughout Bruno's desert chamber. You continue your rolling until you lay a laughing, needy heap on the floor. You have landed right by his feet at the bottom of a dune where he's seated cross legged. You peer up at him despite tour brain still needing to recover from the rolling. You see two Bruno's in your dizzy state and that is enough to make you lose all your nerve.
"Hi." You mutter shyly, choosing rather to lower your head and examine the runny sand underneath your fingers. Suddenly you were beginning to feel rather embarrassed about it all.
"Hi." His voice is light and the small exhale accompanying his response tells you he's in shock at the sight of you. The mere sound of his voice sends your heart and core a flutter. You both sit in the very thick, incredibly charged silence and you begin to feel silly. So silly, so troublesome and so unbelievably petulant. This was unlike you. So incredibly far from the responsible, level-headed woman you've become. It was a generally accepted consensus throughout the town that you were perfect for Bruno even despite your being younger than him. You were smart and you were well-rounded.
You were not the type to deviate from house chores because your body practically screamed from him. That kind of behavior was reserved for Dolores and Mariano.
"I was-," You clear your throat, still picking aimlessly at the sand underneath your supine body. You didn't dare look up at him.
"Um… how was your day?"
"It was good." He replies politely, sending another rush down your spine. You didn't understand. You were so needy the entire morning, doing everything in your power to finally get to him and now that you're here…
"So, are you going to see any more people today?" There. You did it. You asked that dreaded question. You hoped the desperation wasn't as present in your voice as you felt it was.
"Um," His voice trails off into incoherent whispers that vaguely sounds like 'knock knock knock'. It is as if he needs a second to gather his thoughts and you give him the opportunity. You never really rushed him into anything and the same was reciprocated for you. You cannot help your electrified body from shaking in the sand. You looked like a rattlesnake.
Once Bruno collects himself, he says with a quick deep breath.
"Not if… not if you don't want me to."
Your stomach lurches up into the base of your throat and your hand stops its mindless doodling in the endless grains of sand.
"I don't…" You say, finally gazing up at him. His face is expectant but cautious and so are you.
"I don't want you to- see anyone, today." You chuckle nervously before shifting in the sand and sitting cross legged right in front of him. Your knees touch and you hear him take a sharp inhale. The thought was hardly perceivable but you hoped, maybe… he wanted you as much you wanted him.
"Okay." Is all he says. "Done."
You still can't shut up.
"And I know you're really happy that the town is finally responding to your gift after Mirabel's vision worked out but, I don't know, I really… well, I missed you, Bruno. A lot."
Your body missed him especially but you wouldn't dare say that out loud. Your marriage was fresh. New. Besides consummating the marriage you had only had sex one time after then. It was unforgettable.
"Can I…" His voice trails off. "Can I kiss you?" He visibly blushes at the question and your eyes snap up to him. Maybe you were a little too eager but you nod your head frantically.
"Please." You breathe out. "Please do."
He nods before leaning in and tentatively touching the tips of your lips to his. The kiss isn't sudden. It's shy and tentative, just like the two of you. It overwhelmed you all the same. These heavenly seconds you spend with your eyes closed, lips touching and his stubble grazing against your face. It sends an even bigger jolt of pleasure in between your legs. He eventually mustered the courage to lean further in and before you know it, you're kissing. No- making out.
Bruno releases a helpless groan at the taste of you and the kiss soon turns frantic. You slither your hand up his cheek and through his hair, all the while his hands are locked firmly in the sand. You break the kiss and look up at him with hooded eyes.
"Papi, you know you can touch me, right?" He groans again before you feel his hands settle on the sides of your dress. You lift yourself from the sand, lips still firmly locked together and he hikes your dress up ever so slightly. He ghosts his fingers experimentally on your exposed thigh but quickly retreats to the safety of your clothed sides. A moan escapes you and his fingers tighten around your waist at the sound.
"Can I?" He mumbles into the kiss, motioning to your dress
"Yes! Yes, yes please." He blinks at your urgency and you swear a small smile climbs onto his face but he ducks down under the curtain of curly hair, focusing on hiking your dress up even further.
He rubs your thighs slowly and you slowly move until you're firmly on top of him. Your breathing is loud and ragged and he looks down at you thighs. He groans and attaches his lips onto the crook of your neck. These kisses you welcome eagerly.
"Tan hermosa." You hear him breath out into your neck. "Eres tan hermosa…"
You are about to say thank you but he begins sucking on a particularly soft, sensitive spot and your hips buck into him instinctively. He immediately releases himself from your neck and gaze at you in surprise.
"Why didn't you just tell me? I would've dropped everything." It's the first put-together sentence he's formed and you shiver at the conviction in his eyes. He was never this sure, never this assertive and it turned you on. Lord it turned you on.
"I'll remember that next time," You whisper drunkenly into his ear which immediately perks up. You bring your hands under his ruana.
"Next time…" He breathes out before placing a hand on the hem of your panties, pulling it down. He quickly takes off the ruana and lays it on the floor beside you.
"Hey! I wanted to do that-" He quiets you with a kiss before he spins you around, much to your pleasure and surprise until your once again laying, not on the sand but on his ruana while he's hovering over you.
"I just want you to know, we don't have to do this-"
You roll your eyes. "Bruno. If you don't touch me right now I'm going to have to find help elsewhere." He pauses before bending down to kiss you and your fingers find each other amidst his curls.
"Don't…" His voice is soft but weirdly demanding. You don't miss the hand crawling up between your thighs. "Don't say that."
"Okay," is all you say before you push your head back into the sand. Your eyes are screwed shut and all you anticipate is the feeling. The feeling.
"Yes, yes, yes," You whisper the chant as his hand drags along your skin until finally, his hand is immediately coated in your wetness. No. You weren't just wet. You were drenched.
"Dios mío." You hear his gruff voice in your eyes. Your eyes flutter open to find his are screwed shut. He begins to drag the wetness up to your clit and you begin to move your hips along to his hand motions. Although this alone makes him seem so content you reach over and under his shirt. His eyes snap open as he continues to message your core.
"What are you-"
You drag your nails across his lean body before pushing your hand firmly down his pants. He immediately groans and the rhythmic circles around your clit begin to falter as you unbutton his pants further. You rub him through his underwear and his eyes peer eagerly into yours. His eyebrows curve questioningly but desperately as you reach in and pull him firmly out of his underwear.
Your breathing is ragged and eager as you stare solely into each other's eyes.
"Bruno, please. I need you now." You state with finalty, never once breaking eye contact. He nods eagerly before positioning himself at your entrance.
"Please don't hold out." You say, incredibly needy. He nods and slowly eases himself into. At that small contact you throw your head back into the sand once again.
He pushes himself firmly inside you with ragged breaths before he begins to find a steady pace. He slithers up to you and places kisses on your collarbone, leaning his forearm on the sand at the sides of your head. He lowers himself until he's nestled into your neck as he begins to fuck you relentlessly. His mutterings are perpetual.
So many 'Dios mio's', so many 'eres perfecta's', so many praises you cum quicker than you would have liked.
"Oh god- Bruno!" The sound of your voice echoing through his hollow chamber calling a name… his name…is enough to have him unraveling right above you.
His breathing is heavy in your ears.
"Im gonna- I-- Can I?!." You rub his sides encouragingly as you nod. You are aching to feel him, all of him inside you. He immediately came inside you and you feel yourself in euphoria once again. Slowly, you both descend from your climax but it is as if you're still in the clouds. Bruno's breathing is rough and rugged as he slowly lowers himself onto your front. He stares ahead and you lock your fingers in his hair, curling and braiding the strands aimlessly.
"I won't give any prophecies on the weekends." He says, causing your heart to flutter.
"No visions on the weekends." He says.
"No visions on the weekends." You agree.
A/N: I hope you darlings enjoyed 💕
i really love ur writings and idk if ur requests are open or not, i’d not pls just ignore this buttt
could i get camilo x fem!reader who’s known as the town sweet-talker and can get camilo out of tons of trouble and she started doing it before they were even friends (that’s when they started being friends lmao)
In which you, the angel of the town with words as sweet as honey, would get Camilo out of trouble, prompting the start of your beautiful friendship.. or more.
part 2 is here ! masterlist !!
If anyone were to ever ask who the town’s angel was, all fingers were immediately going to point to you. You were pretty, kind, and always a delight to talk to. If you had a miracle of your own, it would probably be the ability to charm and sweet talk the people around you. You would always be greeted with a smile, children had loved you and would always accompany you throughout town while you would do your errands. They would often even get into fights about who gets to hold your hand while you walked. One curly haired boy was almost always the winner although you had kept track of every child, that particular boy never gave his name to you. Though you can only shrug.
The children couldn’t help it though. You were always so gentle and caring towards them and they considered her as their big sister. The adults couldn’t help but admire you as well, treating you as they would treat their precious daughters. After all, you were responsible as well as helpful around town. Need someone to smoothen an argument? (Name) to the rescue. Need to haggle? (Name) manages to get it for free? Somehow?
The citizens of Encanto would honestly bend over backwards for the you who would only smile and say ‘thank you’ or even ask them how their days were after a hard day’s work. You were a god sent.
Camilo Madrigal was the opposite of (Name). He was a menace. Well, not really but he was troublesome if anything. Always tricking and pranking whenever he wasn’t helping out with the village children. You’d always hear someone yelling Camilo’s name even from the other side of the village.
Though it was quickly followed by (Name)’s name being said so lovingly. Yeah more or less, you were the troublesome Camilo’s sweet talker. You would often be found sweet talking people whom Camilo had minorly inconvenienced and irritated with his constant tricks and pranks, making sure they wouldn’t stay mad at the Madrigal boy whilst also keeping the peace in Encanto’s streets.
Curious thing was, you and him had never talked to one another before. As small as Encanto was, you would only get a glimpse of one another but the two of you had never conversed. And you had wondered why exactly was that?
You’d get your chance soon enough when upon finally finishing playing and interacting with the children in town. Passing by the empanada stand, you were greeted with the scent that made your stomach grumble in hunger.
“An empanada for Encanto’s angel?” The familiar sight of the empanada stall’s shop keeper had greeted you and a smile made its way on your lips as you turned to the old man.
“Depends, Joselito, is it on the house?” You’d never use your sweet talking to take advantage of people though you had an inkling of a feeling that Joselito isn’t who he may seem, everyone knows that you wouldn’t ask for free things and you would often argue and protest but by the end of the day, your arms were filled with gifts from the townspeople but it seemed that Joselito had forgotten about that as he had quickly grabbed said empanadas and stuffed it in a paper bag. You hummed to yourself.
“On the house, chiquita—“ Though before he could give it to you, a sudden shout was heard.
“Camilo Madrigal, what are you doing giving away free empanadas?!” Ah there it was. With a knowing smile, you turned to the ‘Joselito’ that manned the stall who had fumbled before immediately turning to the Madrigal shapeshifter who had grimaced.
“Yeah, Joselito.. doesn’t give away free empanadas, Madrigal. He’s as cheap as a crab.” You stifled a laugh as Joselito had approached you two with a frown, crossing his arms over one another.
“I knew something was wrong when you asked to help me sell empanadas!” Joselito had grumbled before he can even notice you were there. “I heard from the children that you were giving them out! For free! Free!” Once he had caught a glimpse of you however, Joselito had gasped.
“Were you trying to trick our dear angelita into giving you more money than necessary?!“ He gently reaches out to pat your head. “Oh our precious angelita, are you alright? You were just hungry weren’t you? and instead you were almost deceived by this trickster!” Joselito says dramatically.
“That must have been a very traumatic experience, angelita! Here, you can have all these for free this time around, hija!” Joselito didn’t give free empanadas but for you who he considered as his beloved daughter like any other of the citizens of Encanto? Everything’s free.
Camilo had blinked, jaw dropping in disbelief. “Hey! That’s what I was doing! I wasn’t deceiving her, I was just..!”
Clearing your throat, you would beam up at the two with a smile that shines brighter than the sun. “Ay Tio Joselito, Camilo didn’t mean no harm! He just wanted to.. give the people a free taste of your empanadas! You know I hear in the big city, when you give free samples of your products, more customers would be more inclined to buy!”
The two of them stilled before Joselito had huffed, thinking about it himself. “That is true.. and I already got a few orders of empanadas while I was taking my break..” He looked at Camilo who stared at you in awe, who had managed to calm down the bull of a man that was Joselito.
Joselito grumbled to himself. “Gracias, Camilo.” He says begrudgingly before you had smiled, pulling Camilo along as you thanked him.
“Thank you, Joselito! You have a great day now!” You beam happily before turning to Camilo who had looked at you with his jaw still dropped.
You giggle, gently placing a hand on his chin and lifting it up for him. “You’ll catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that, tonto.”
At the action, Camilo’s cheeks had felt warm and he immediately looked away. “You really have a gift, don’t you, angelita?” Something about the way he spoke the nickname that most of the villagers have given you made butterflies flutter in your tummy.
“Someone’s got to keep you in line, tonto.” You chide playfully, bumping your shoulder with his as you snapped out of your flustered state.
“That’s true. Guess you’d have to keep me in line yourself, my dear angelita. You’re the only one capable of doing so.. and the only one I’ll allow to do so.”
He winks and smiles at you before snatching one of the empanadas from the paper bag you were given and running off, laughing as you blinked before following him with a huff.
Though somewhere in Casita, Dolores had rolled her eyes at her brother’s words. She had sighed, often hearing Camilo’s plans and schemes on how to either gain your attention or spend time with you.
“Acting so smooth like he wasn’t changing into one of the children to hold her hand while she walks.”
So I really enjoyed doing this one! I hope you love and enjoy it as much as I did! Plus Dolores, my beloved 💕
A MIRACLE HAPPENED.
Madrigal Family x Child!reader
Summary: A miracle once again happen for the Familia Madrigal. Much to everyones suprise, Pepa and Felix had another child after Antonio.
Last Part: The Pregnancy
Taking Care of Baby Y/n
A year had passed now and Y/n was as jolly as she was eversince. The whole encanto loves her.
She got her mother's nose and her father's dark skin tone, but it appears closer to Dolores' skintone. She also have curls like Pepa.
During her first few months after being born, Y/n can get a little cranky, things change when she's 10 months old, she tends to smile more and try conversing with her siblings with a language none of them understand but a few words.
And another traits she have is that she is weirdly interested on water, it started when she saw Pepa's rain and some drops on her.
As a new morning sun arose, Y/n's laughter was heard through the halls of the Casa Madrigal. The baby woke up from her crib to spot Mirabel's sleeping face which causes the laughter.
"Oh? Our baby is finally awake, how's your sleep mi princesa?" Felix said as he enters the room, to which Y/n answered in gibberish and Felix can't stop from melting when her daughter gave him a tiny hug.
Casita woke up Mirabel and she does her routine on waking up the rest.
While Casita and Mirabel ready their breakfast, Felix went back to Pepa's room, along with baby Y/n who seems interested on her papi's hair.
Pepa is already up, and rainbows started to appear above her as she saw her daughter reaching for her.
"Good morning mi vida" Pepa kisses her cheeks "Let's go get you breakfast" she added, this result to Y/n clapping happily
As the couple made their way outside where Luisa puts their table, Camilo instantly went to greet his parents and his baby sister good morning and soon the rest of the Madrigals does the same
Casita moves a high chair to where Y/n can eat and they started their breakfast. Abuela said what are the chores each one will do for today, and fortunately Camilo didn't have anything to do in the village so he was left to take care of Y/n.
After breakfast, Isabela sprouted a small daisy and gave it to Y/n which piques the baby's interest as she observes the flower, a few moments later she started clapping and giggling.
Camilo went back to Y/n's room, which is the nursery to get some of Y/n's toys and change of clothes and of course diapers before heading to his room and puts down the stuff he got and Y/n on the floor.
"Okay baby y/n/n what do you want to do today?" Camilo asked
Y/n replies with a few giggles and then attempted to crawl towards his brother. After successfully doing so, she tugs on her brother's pants, almost saying that she wants Camilo to sit down.
Camilo got what she wants to happen so he gladly do so. Once he was sat down, her baby sister started touching his face, stretching it and moving his cheeks in different direction.
"Oh you want me to shapeshift" He said and then he shifts to their father but a much shorter version of him.
Y/n exploded with laughter which makes Camilo's heart melt.
As time goes by, Camilo and Y/n played a few games, the played with Y/n stuff toys, Camilo tries acting like his father or Dolores and some hide and seek here and there.
The time has come where Y/n started to yawn, and it is sign for the little Madrigal to take a nap.
"Okay come on princesa, time for your nap" Camilo picks her sister up and she immediately closes her eyes, falling asleep already before they even reached her crib.
Once Camilo cleans up the mess, his Abuela calls him as she needs help to buy something from the village.
Moments passed and Pepa decided to check up on Y/n in the nursery.
There laying down on the crib was the asleep baby and next to it....was Antonio's leopard.
As if on cue the said boy enters the room and meet the confused look on his mom's face.
"Tonito, why is your pet here in the nursery?" Pepa asked
"Oh they said they heard Y/n/n crying earlier so they went to calm her down" Antonio said.
Pepa's heart melted at the thought. "That's such a sweet thing for them to do, thank you. But the nursery is too small for us to move around if the leopard stays here."
Antonio understands and told his pet to go to his room.
Pepa cleans up Y/n's things and a few minutes later crying emerged from fhe crib.
Y/n sat up looking around thinking that she was left all alone.
"M-mami? Papi" Y/n called out, Pepa immediately rushed to her and picks her up.
"Don't cry Cariño, mami's here now see" Y/n immediately hugs her mom and sobbed.
Pepa decided to take y/n outside to see the rest of the family so she won't think she was alone.
First they saw Felix and Agustin sitting on the table drinking coffee while talking about dad's stuff.
"Papi!" The little girl excitedly said.
"Ah mi princesa" Felix went over to shower his daughter kisses which makes Y/n giggle.
The two dads played with her a little bit with some peek-a-boos and tickle fight
Their next stop was Isabela and Dolores who seems to just finish their chores.
As Pepa and Y/n approach the two, Dolores noticed them and instantly, Y/n reached out for her.
"Mami!" Y/n said while she gave her sister a hug, this made the three laugh
"Me? I'm not mami, she is" Dolores points to their mom.
"Mami!" Y/n also points at Pepa.
"How about me y/n/n? Who am I?" Isabela asked
"Mami!" Y/n said while she points at Isabela.
All of them laughed again. Soon after the rest of the grandkids joined the fun.
Camilo shapeshifting with a body of José with a head of a baby and Isabela and Dolores are styling Y/n's hair with flowers. They even had a sing-a-long while singing "the Family Madrigal"
Dinner time came and everyone enjoyed their meal. A little surprised happened at the table tonight.
"Thank you mami" Y/n said with a smile.
The chattering at the dinner table stops, all eyes fell on the youngest Madrigal.
"Did she just said 'thank you mami'? Did I just heard that right?" Felix said.
Y/n just giggles as she tries to steal the spoon from Pepa.
Thank you... that is Y/n's new word. Eversince she started talking she only knows mami/mama, papi/papa, tio/tia, abuela, yes, no, am-am (eat) and ap-ap (drink) and the names of the family but in the first letter was missing just like how she sometimes call Camilo as Amilo and Mirabel as Irabel.
Everyone was showering Y/n with words of encouragement to say a few more words but of course Y/n can only say the words she already knows.
Well maybe someday, the baby can finally speak fluently and someday she will get her own gift too.
A/n: and that is for today's chapter. The am-am and ap-ap idea actually came from me, since I used to say the same thing when I was a baby. But yeah please like and reblogged it is appreciated, comment what you think since I like reading your comments. Also, haven't started working on the request yet since I'm kinda busy with school works.
Next Part: The Gift
hello again, i really love your writing so here i am with another request 😭😭
basically fluffy camilo x fem!reader at one of the kids of encanto’s birthday parties held either in casita or in the actual market place, either way everyone is there and the reader is dancing among the children (she got lessons from isabela) and isabela, dolores, and pepa push camilo to get over his puppy crush and ask reader to dance and eventually he gets comfortable again and they dance together
i’m imagining either to soldier, poet, king or the kingdom dance from tangled
and the reader wearing this skirt
tysm if you get to this
camilo for your troubles <3
this prompt >> AND HELLO AGAINN :))
Feel The Music, Baby.
camilo madrigal x fem!reader
the way your hips swung, your hair moved and the skirt you were wearing blew in the wind had him caught in a daze. the girl— that girl. the one that he’s loved since he was 13, only being able to stare from afar, was now just so close. your smile widened as you picked up a child who was at your feet and spun around with him in your arms. giggles erupted from his mouth as he slung his arms onto your neck, shimmying his hips a little in your arms. the child who was in your arms was put down right as the song ended so you could get water. you walked away from the crowd and into the kitchen at the madrigal house.
“you’re drooling.” dolores said in a teasing manner, eating her food. “what?— what, no i am not dolores.” camilo huffed, wiping his mouth just to make sure she was lying. “if you like her so much, why dont you just make out with her.” mirabel laughed, made fake kissing faces at camilo. “cállate mira!” “camilo!” pepa came out of the kitchen with a few plates and water. camilo stomped his foot, causing mirabel to laugh even harder. “primito, do you really think she doesn’t like you?” isabela asked, interjecting herself into the conversation. “we’ve— only ever talked once.” “well! i am her dance teacher. and she tells me everything.” isabela smirked, leaning on the table they sat at. “and i hear everything. hm.” “okay, okay. stop teasing your brother dolores. he has enough on his mind. pobrecito.” pepa said in sympathy, getting his hair away from his face. camilos face obviously turned red as he covered his face. “well, what does she say!” “in order to tell you, you have to get over it, locito. just dance with her.” camilo sighed, putting his head down. “if i do will you tell me.” he replied, his voice muffled. “yes!” dolores and isabela said at the same time. he lifted his head and rolled his eyes. “fine.” camilo stood up and walked back to the center where the girl of his dreams was. he made his way through the crowd and towards the edge where he saw her twirling a small girl with braids around. he cleared his throat and walked up to her, putting his hand out. “care to dance, amor?” he asked slyly, watching as she turned her head. “claro!” she accepted happily, grabbing his hand. almost immediately he spun her around, prompting a gasp and a laugh come from her. “asi camilo!” camilo heard his father say, turning around to him.
“you’re a very good dancer camilo.” y/n beamed as she got her coat off the wall. “gracias hermosa.” he responded with a laugh. y/n smiled and pulled his cheek to her, pecking it softly. “see you tomorrow!” y/n let his face go and walked away and out of the house. mirabel, isabela, pepa, and dolores waited until y/n was far enough. “camilo!!” they squealed, running up to him. “oh she was so beautiful, shes perfect for the family!” pepa continued, fixing his hair. “you were beautiful! your feet were moving in sync and your hand placements were just right!” “y/n agrees.” dolores exclaimed before giggling. “okay, okay okay! can you just tell me what she says now?” camilo asks putting his hands on his hips. “fine!” isabela burst and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen and sitting him down. “so..?” he says, leaning onto the table. “she says, how she wants so badly to talk to you. how every chance she gets she admires you… and how you take her breath away anytime your eyes meet.” isabela pouts, putting her hand to her heart “how adorable.” she whines before smiling again. “she’s talking now.. she says she almost passed out tonight. she loved the way you looked at her. her sister says shes so in.” dolores continues, as she put her hand to her heart. “she says.. how badly she wishes you liked her back.” “but i do like her back!” camilo says, looking at his sister with puppy dog eyes. “lo sabemos, principe.” pepa replied. “how about tomorrow, we invite y/n to dinner?” pepa asks smiling at her middle child. “yeah.. yeah that works.” he smiled back at his mother.
that morning, camilo woke up extra early just to wake everyone up and get ready. he knocked on luisas door, then dolores, then mirabel, his moms, his aunts, his brothers, isabelas and abuelas. he had already gotten everything prepped for tía julieta and was rushing everyone. “mirabel, you’re going to y/ns house to invire her, dolores and isabela you’re helping tia! and mamá, just relax today. okay?” camilo shouted out orders before rushing into the kitchen. “everything looks good here tía!” he exclaimed and walked out and attempted to go up the stairs before something held him back. “camilo?” antonio peeped as camilo looked down. “yes antonio?” “don’t mess tonight up, please? i like y/n, she always plays with me and if you ruin it she won’t want to play with me anymore…andshesmyfavoritepersontoplaywith!” antonio complained all in one breath before pulling away. “i will not ruin tonight for us antonito.” camilo ran a hand through his brothers curls and smiled before walking upstairs.
camilo spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon in his room, pondering on what to say and how to say it. “camilo! y/n’s coming!” isabela yells from the kitchen, putting the final plate of food down. “ya voy!” he responds, getting off his bed and running out of his room. not before one last check in the mirror. camilo moved his strands and pat down his clothes before rushing out. the door rung and he sprung for it immediately, holding the door knob. “sit down everyone, hurry! i dont want us to look like hooligans infront of y/n!” he yelled before swinging the door open. “mirabel, y/n!” camilo laughed in a fake way and hugged mirabel, leading them both inside. “wow, this all looks amazing..” y/n said amused. camilo pushed a chair out right infront of him. y/n smiled and nodded and sat herself down, pushing her chair in. camilo walked around the table and sitting down, smiling immediately.
it had only been 10 minutes since everyone started eating and dolores was staring very hard at camilo, trying to not to spill his secret at the dinner table. “dolores, why are your ears so big?“ camilo asked in a teasing manner, as he always did. “why do you like y/n.” “dolores!” “what?” y/n questioned. “you do?” she looked at him. “okay, everyone go to the kitchen!” pepa sighed out, rushing everyone away from the table. “why did you never tell me camilo?” “well.. because youre just so beautiful and i couldn’t bring myself to do it.” he sighed out as they both stood up. “i know you watch me dance.” y/n chuckled with a smile. “you’re such a puppy amor.” she giggled. “everyone always says that!” he sighed out in frustration. but he was happy. now he knew the girl of his dreams liked him too.
i overwrote oops sorry i didnt even do it right i just cant write dancing im so bad at it 😭😭 anyways im super tired so mmm 🤘
okay camilo with an s/o with a contagious laugh thank u 😤❤
camilo with gen!reader having a contagious laugh would include...
So you and Camilo had been dating for a while (around 5 months)
But you had only been to a Madrigal dinner like once when he first introduced you to the family.
Now would be the second time you were going to have dinner with la familia Madrigal and you were a nervous wreck
Although you knew them from the town and - occasionally - helped them out with chores, you still didn't know them
Especially Alma Madrigal
Oh boy did she scare you shitless
When the two of you arrived he sat you down next to him and his older sister right in the middle of the table
Opposite of Isabela
No offence to her, she was gorgeous and you were sure she was so sweet and nice
Didn't mean she didn't scare you as she stared you down
You awkwardly laughed and looked to the side, squeezing Camilo's hand lightly (a habit you had actually picked up from him when he was nervous)
To your luck, Julieta and Mirabel placed the food on the table and the dinner had finally begun
Camilo grabbed you a big portion and (obviously) an even bigger portion for himself
Small talk and chatter filled the room for a good 20 minutes in during eating
You didn't really join in, only replying to questions asked towards you and making small comments about how good the food was here and there
You were trying to focus on a single conversation but found it difficult due to the amount of them being made around you
Until you did and just so happened to be Agustín's (maybe sad) attempt at making a joke
More so a dad joke
But luckily for him!
You secretly loved dad jokes
"What's the best thing about Switzerland?"
"Oh god not another dad joke-"
"Come oooon! What's the best thing about it?!"
"Uhhhh what is it?"
"I don't know, but the flag is a big plus"
And as if on que everyone in the room stops talking
It just reeked of it as everyone was eyeing Agustín
Poor man was the only one laughing at his own (kinda bad) joke
Until you opened your mouth
And you just started laughing really really hard
We're talking about the 'i have to clench my stomach and wipe my tears' laugh
Agustín naturally just started laughing harder since at least one person found his joke funny
Bruno couldn't help himself but laugh when he heard your laughter
And soon enough everyone just started joining in and laughing as hard as you and Agustín were
Your laugh was so contagious it was pretty hard not to join in
Camilo always thought of your laugh as pretty (sometimes a little too loud but otherwise pretty)
You on the other hand had always been self conscious about your laugh
Some girl had said you had a 'if a chicken had a love baby with a donkey' laugh when you were like 6
And ever since then you had a fake laugh to cover up your real laugh
But because of Agustín you couldn't hold it in and now everyone was laughing along with you
"See?! Y/N, they have taste!" Camilo's tio let out as everyone was catching their breath
"They don't but okay-"
"What? It was funny!" you let out with a small giggle still thinking about the joke
"You're just so cute!" Camilo exclaimed next to you, leaning over to pinch your cheeks
"No, I sound like the chicken's and donkey's love baby" you frowned
"Y/N that was when we were 6 now we're 15"
"It still sounds like that though-"
"Antonio!" Pepa shushed her son and motioned for Camilo to continue
"Still.." your frown deepened
"Mi vida you and your laugh are the cutest thing to ever exist on this world" he pecked your forehead and moved in to peck your lips
"Ahem!" Abuela coughed loudly, side eyeing both you and Camilo
But she failed to hide the content and knowing smile that was growing on her lips
You noticed how late it was and kind of panicked because last time you came super late to your house and your parents accidently locked you out
And then you had to awkwardly make your way back to Casita and crash at Camilo's room (with parental supervision of course)
"It's really late I think I should be going now. Thank you for having me over and thank you for the delicious food!" you smiled as you stood up, the Madrigal family standing up in turn
"Thank you dear for coming, I'm glad you enjoyed your time here" Abuela said warmly
This woman wasn't as scary as you thought she would be
You proceeded to hug each family member and made your way to the exit of the house
Hand in hand with Camilo the two of you walked back to your house where he dropped you off (after making sure you weren't locked out again)
"Thank you for inviting me" you let out softly
"Thank you for accepting" he smiled cheekily and moved to kiss you
"Ahem!" you mocked Abuela when he was only inches away from your lips
The both of you laughed and he moved in again to finally kiss you
The two of you pulled away and rested your foreheads on each others, both of you smiling like idiots
"I really love your laugh by the way did I ever tell you that?"
You laughed, lifting a hand up to his head to caress his hair
"Yeah you've said it about 100 times"
"Well then make it 101 because I really do"
And with that he kissed you tenderly once more before you both called it a night
The dinner didn't go so bad after all
a/n: sorry this wasn't a fic but i honestly didn't know how to make it one, again i'm sorry! but this as a headcanon was so cute :') also sorry i keep forgetting to tag people
Bruno madrigal x fem!reader smut (story or hc whatever ya want)
Bruno is sitting is his room on a chair reading a book and yn comes and suddenly pulls his pants off and starts giving him a blow job and Bruno is to surprised to do anything,after he first have yn takes him to bed when they do some more
Giving bruno a blow*ob surprise
Look he’s already not used to people just giving him affection out of nowhere much less a blowjob
He was just minding his business reading a book Pepa let him borrow with the promise to not let the rats touch it
It was going all fine until you walked in, which wasn’t strange on it’s own but he noticed a sparkle in your eyes
He wondered what thoughts you hid behind those doe like eyes
Well he was quick to find out when you dropped to your knees all of a sudden in front of him
He was too startled to react when you pulled his pants down
And more shocked when you took him in your mouth
"Amor…what are you doing" he whimpers
He whimpers a lot
Grips the sides of his chair because he doesn’t know what to do with his hands
He can’t help but thrust into your mouth time a few times
When he cums he grabs your hair tugging on it
It felt good he makes sure to tell you that but of course will try to repay you back
Takes you to bed and goes down on you and doesn’t stop until your legs are shaking
Then some good old love making because he wants to do something both of you enjoy in the same time
happy birthday to me
bruno x fem!reader : it's pepa's best friend's birthday.
w/c : 1.2k
a/n : it's my birthday, so enjoy some self indulged encanto fic. its a tad bruno, but mostly just madrigal fam
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i haven’t left my house—my room since i woke up. and that was close to two hours ago. today was a “special day”, my birthday, and yet nothing felt special about it. i was excited for the days leading up, but now i just want it to be over. so, i lay in bed, not knowing what to do. it all just seems so bland.
knock knock knock
there goes laying in bed for another hour. i get up, grabbing my shawl and throwing it over my shoulders. opening the door, no person awaits on the other side, but some furry little creators. they each make little noises of their own, speaking in a way i don’t understand. i smile though. antonio was for sure behind this. he was a sweetheart. “give me a minute.” i tell them before closing the door to go back and change out of my nightgown. i’m barely slipping my shoes on when the animals bang on my door again, impatiently no doubt. i laugh, stumbling out the door with my shoes finally on. the animals all skitter around me, leading me to la casa madrigal. i’d thought about going over the moment i awoke, but i didn't want to be a bother. i go over tons and it’s like a second home, but somehow it still felt troublesome for me to be over. especially with bruno returning only just a couple months ago, i don’t want to be in the way of family bonding time. i mean, the man was gone for ten years, living in the walls as pepa told me, so, of course, they need time.
la casita let the animals and me in the moment we stepped foot on the property, taking me to the center of the entrance room. i sway a bit, trying to balance myself after being moved so fast and suddenly by la casita. as i look around, i notice decorations put in every corner and the amazing smell of food coming from the kitchen. a banner is hung high from the upstairs balcony, painted beautifully feliz cumpleaños y/n!
“happy birthday!” each member of the family pops out from upstairs, grinning from ear to ear and shouting to me. i laugh loudly, feeling a prick of tears in the corner of my eye. pepa comes running down the stairs, catching me in an embrace and whispering a smaller happy birthday to me. i thank her, looking past her and seeing the rest of the family coming to give me a hug. they do so and i accept each one. i even got one from bruno. i’d spoken to the man only a few times. during the rebuild of their casa and the very few times i was over and we bumped into each other.
“happy birthday, y/n. we hardly know each other, but any friend of pepa’s is a friend of mine!” he exclaims grinning widely. i smile. “thank you, bruno.”
pepa brought me back into her arms. light rain had started to sprinkle over us as a cloud formed over her head. “why didn’t you come over sooner?” she asks. félix gently moves her back, saying she’d get me wet. “good question.” i smile awkwardly, looking around to find anything to get the conversation off my absence. “better question, why haven’t you been coming around at all?” damn you, camilo.
“yeah, tía y/n, we hardly ever see you anymore!” antonio frowns.
“i almost forgot what you looked like!” camilo changes to look like me and no matter how many times he does it, it still looks weird to see me from others point of view.
“tía y/n, are you okay? it’s like after la casita was rebuilt you disappeared…” mirabel frowns too. i chuckle awkwardly. that’s what i do, i laugh in situations that are not for laughing. “i came over a few times.”
“you came over three times in the last two months, dear.” juleita says, putting a hand on my shoulder. i look around me and everyone seems so sad because of my absence. i did not expect this.
“sorry. i wanted to give you all some time to recover from the whole miracle disaster thing, catch up with bruno and stuff.” i glance over at said man. he gives me a small lopsided smile and i can't ignore the small skip of my heart beat.
“mija, you are practically part of la familia madrigal, you should be here with us.” alma said, taking my hands into hers. she said she always considered me like another daughter when i'd gotten really close with pepa and came around la casa to help around whenever i could. albeit, she wasn’t as hard on me as she was the rest of her family.
“shall we eat? mamá made all your favourites!” mirabel grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to their dining room. i took a seat next to pepa, camilo on my other side, bruno across from me. i looked at all the food and it was indeed all my favourites. “thank you.”
“you’re welcome, tía, it was all my idea really.” camilo boasts, handing me the cream. i laugh. “oh, really?”
“it’s true,” pepa smiles fondly. “he asked if we could throw you a surprise a few days ago.”
“you’re his favourite tía.” dolores says nonchalantly. camilo laughs nervously. “that’s not true…”
“i heard you muttering about how much you missed her.” dolores smirked. pepa cooed and reached around me to squeeze his shoulder. he groans. i lean over and give him a hug, squeezing him as hard as i can. “you’re too sweet, cami!”
the lunch they made for me would be enough to fill me till tomorrow. i caught up with all the drama and fun i’d missed in the last couple months. i got to know bruno. he was funny, making me laugh a lot. he had a way with the kids too. they seemed to love him, even if they’d missed him half their lives. and everytime he looked in my direction i couldn’t help the blush that took over my cheeks. he was far too attractive for his own good.
“y/n?” pepa shakes me by my shoulders. i look up at her in question. “what?”
“you’re staring at mi hermano bruno.” the tease in her voice does not go unnoticed by me. we were done with lunch and had moved to sit around outside. everyone was doing their own thing. bruno just happened to be across from me in my line of sight and chatting with félix.
“shut up, pepa.”
a light sprinkle started to go again, though i did not mind. i like how she was letting her gift be what it wanted. “you and him would be so fantastic! if you and him married, you could be a part of la familia officially!” i gulp. “pepa! you are getting ahead of yourself!” the rain cloud became heavier as she got more into the idea of bruno and me. i was starting to soak a bit.
“mami! why are you drizzling?” camilo shouted over to us. dolores walked over to him and whispered in his ear. camilo looked like he was seeing stars with a large grin on his face and sparkling eyes.
i groan. “por el amor de dios.”
Bruno x Ftm! Reader
I don't like this...
Why did I have to look like this?
This is all wrong...
The venom of his own mind was devouring him. He wanted to break the mirror, break himself, lock his door and never come out again.
He couldn't even be sad the right way. He just laid there and cried. Sobbed silently into the pillows, white knuckled hands gripping his sheets, tears streaming endlessly down his face.
The young man was curled up under the sheets, completely covered as to not let any light in.
(Y/N) didn't want to see anything, he didn't want anyone seeing him like this..
But he did hear the door creaking open.
Footsteps leading to the bed.
The light squeak of a rat.
(Y/N)'s sobs were answered by the small furry creature worming it's way inside the sheets, sitting on the pillow only a few inches away from the young man's face.
He tentatively reached up a hand to pet it's soft brown fur, his graceful digits smoothing down the small rat's back so, so gently.
And he didn't stop, not even when the sheets lifted up and fell back down as another man entered the safe haven (Y/N) found himself in.
Bruno couldn't help but stare at him.
His prince, his darling angel that had somehow found him and had loved him unconditionally for the better part of a year now.
(Y/N) cared not for the disdainful looks he got whenever he was seen with Bruno. Didn't even seem to notice the shock on the villagers' faces whenever he made it apparent they were dating.
The fortune teller's heart always raced when it came to the younger man. His laugh, how he carried himself, his unwavering aura of... good. Of love. Of patience that radiated off of him whenever he talked to his nieces and nephews or helped out his family with the odd job or two.
Bruno's family had accepted him way quicker than he expected. I mean.. how couldn't they?
And now, the sweet, gentle soul he had fallen in love with was crying his heart out in his bed.
Countless tears running down his cheeks, his eyes red and eyebrows knitted together. Although, much to Bruno's relief, his boyfriend's features softened and his breathing slowed as he was presented with one of his rats.
Even when he was this distraught he could still offer affection.
Bruno was determined to do the same. He slowly reached up a hand to wrap around (Y/N)'s waist, closing the gap between them as the small rat huddled up to the younger man's hand.
A weak chuckle escaped him, tears still running down his face. Bruno wiped them away, cradling (Y/N)'s cheek in his hand, gently caressing it with his thumb.
The latter's eyes fluttered closed and his breathing stabilized, leaning into the older man for comfort.
And by Gods, Bruno was gonna make sure he'd get it.
His stubble poked and scratched lightly at the other man's face as he laid kisses all over (Y/N)'s face. His forehead, his eyelids, moving down to the bridge of his nose, the corner of his mouth...
"I'm sorry you had to see me like this..."
Bruno's eyebrows knitted upwards, worrisome and sad over his words.
"Oh no, no, no, mi cielito, don't ever be sorry for that."
(Y/N) curled up into himself again, choking back a sob.
Bruno's heart broke at the sight. He rested his forehead against (Y/N)'s, his arms coiling tightly around the other's smaller frame before sighing.
One of his hands went back to hold (Y/N)'s face, the other went to hold his hand, only to be met with fluffy, sleek fur and a high pitched squeak.
He smiled half heartedly, watching the rat crawl out of the sheets and off to somewhere in the dunes of his room.
The younger man nuzzled closer to him, tucking his head underneath Bruno's chin. He shivered at the feeling of his boyfriend's lips ghosting over his collarbone, but swallowed and held him tighter.
"Look, I know i'm not the best at telling you how I feel. I always use way too many words or not enough... But you mean the world to me, (Y/N)."
The (h/c) haired man in question raised his head to look up at him, both of them still completely covered by the silky white sheets of Bruno's bed.
"A-And I know it might be hard to believe, but no matter how much your head tells you all those horrible things, I'll always be there to remind you who you really are."
Neither of them broke eye contact as Bruno started to tear up as well.
"You're (Y/N). You're a sweet, loving, incredible man and boyfriend."
There it was.
Another light chuckle came from his príncipe as he spoke.
"W-Well I'm not gonna lie, I do want to be able to call you my husband one day... No pressure, though! I just, i just think that- that..."
He was smiling.
He laughed again, and he was smiling!
Bruno smiled along with him, tightening his hold on his waist.
"(Y/N) Madrigal, husband to Bruno Madrigal. I just think it fits. What do you think?"
(Y/N) moved upwards slightly, just enough so that he'd be at eye level with his boyfriend. He went to wipe away his tears, not seeming to notice he himself was still crying.
"I think it fits too..."
Bruno couldn't hold back. As much as he wanted to, he wasn't capable of resisting him. His sweet doe eyes, soft hair framing his face, the lovestruck smile reserved to him and him only.
Of all the men in the world, this prince had chosen him.
And he wasn't gonna let him go.
The two men shared countless kisses in his- no. Their bed.
Their future together as husbands awaited them, and Bruno couldn't wait for it.
camilo madrigal headcanons
x gn!reader; poc friendly
y’all would not believe how difficult it was to find a suitable header for this!
⇢ he flirted with you so often and was so casual about it that you just assumed he was this way with everyone. and he was so obvious with his attraction to you that he assumed you didn’t like him back when you didn’t respond.
⇢ as much as he loves helping everyone else out with their own problems, he needs help with his own as well. this boy 100% struggles with feeling like he can never be himself because everyone else finds it funny when he is someone else. please let yourself be his safe space <3
⇢ but! he will totally baby you if you even get the slightest injury. and he isn’t one of those people that thinks mental illness isn’t real or anything. he’s actually really good at caring for people’s emotions. it probably has something to due with his mother being a very emotional woman and being able to see how his father helps her through those emotions.
⇢ honestly, the perfect guy. he knows when to be serious and when it’s alright to be playful. he’ll take care of you and let you take care of him.
⇢ don’t think you’re above the “honor” of being pranked by him. his gift is basically a disguise to help get away with things, there’s no way he’ll pass up a chance to abuse this power.
— touched straved bruno !
a/n: i uuhh, accidentally deleted this fic 😓 so here's a reupload.
Bruno Madrigal who craves intimacy but isn't sure how to ask for it >>
He's been treated as if he was a tin can rolling around the sidewalk before, of course he would miss getting hugged, or even been cared for. though he wouldn't understand that feeling.
Maybe it was jealously? or.. longing?
So when you came around, he was creeped out by how affectionate you were. well, not exactly creeped out. just really surprised.
He froze up when you hugged him, you didn't seem to notice as you hugged the rest of his family, smiling widely while doing so.
He would watch you from afar, the way you pat his nieces' heads, cuddling up with them, jumping out of his skin when your eyes met his.
You would greet him first, hugging him longer, lingering beside him just for the sake of seeing his flustered expression.
I have a feeling he would love being given special treatment from you. eyes growing wide when someone mentions how different you act around him.
Dolores can hear his heart pounding through his chest, noticing how it always beats faster around you. she simply raises a brow and continues on with what she was doing.
Whenever you walk into the room, he would stare at you. just staring. watching your every move. he secretly hopes you'll hug him everytime.
He probably dream of you all the time, they're more frequent when you're away from the family.
Was a word he could describe his dream. he doesn't remember the entire dream, but your hands were warm. it was an actual humans touch, on him. your nimble fingers brushed his hair away from his face and caress him so, so, so gently.
Bruno shuts his eyes, hands on his face, trying to mimic your actions. he ignored his little friends' squeaks of confusion as he sighed with content, plopping down on his bed.
It's something he longed for a long time; someones touch filled with love. family, friendly, any type of love as long as it was directed towards and for him.
He can't wait until he opens up to you, for now, he wouldn't mind watching you from afar.
*Camilo sends more than 5 messages in a row*
Y/n: I ain’t reading all that.
Y/n: I’m happy for you tho.
Y/n: Or sorry that happened.
Camilo: I was literally confessing my love for you...
niñera del sobrino
Bruno Madrigal x Reader
Requested / Prompt by: @bunnysenpai31
“Or maybe reader is babysitting Antonio an bruno didn't know about the new babysitter but when they start coming over more ofter (maybe to hang with the other family members) he starts to get a crush on them because there so caring an sweet and maybe a mother figure like basically what if bruno wants to get babied by them since he's not used to people really caring for him so the reader comes over more now to take care of bruno an they end up falling in loveeee kinda hard to explain but i hope you got what u was going for!:3”
|| Head-canons because I haven’t posted in a week :/
• Pepa loved you. You were a few years below her at school, and now that you were grown, your chosen profession was childminding. Typically during school terms, you would work from home; parents dropping their infants and toddlers off to go about their daily chores, whether to take them to school, or look after them during the day.
• During the summer break, however you would alternate to a sort of babysitting profession, when parents wanted to spend time with their children, but still required some supervision over them - so that’s what you did.
• You we’re always good friends with the Madrigals, your mother having being best friends with Alma, and being there for her in her lowest when Pedro couldn’t have.
• So, in turn, yourself and Pepa were inseparable. The other two of the triplets always being occupied helping throughout Encanto, you tended to keep Pepa company, and a friendship ensued.
• When her children were born, first you looked after Dolores, who you tended to listen to music with. Then Camilo, who you’d spend telling-off for transforming into yourself and looking ridiculous while doing it. And now, Antonio.
• Formerly in the nursery, now the two of you spent your days adventuring throughout his room, after his gift ceremony.
• He obviously introduced you to the rats that scurried throughout la casita, naming every single one. You learned to get used to the rats swarming you when you entered his room, and also learned to love it.
• That’s when you met Bruno.
• Antonio accidentally left his door ajar, one of the rats escaping. “(Y/N)!” He had called you. “ONE GOT OUT!” You knew it would find its way back, if not la casita would direct it back to his room, but regarding the distraught state of the little boy before you, you went out in search of his furry little friend.
• You were chasing the rat through the halls, as he twisted and turned around the cracks and crevices, when he was suddenly lifted from the floor, causing you to halt quickly, making you bump into the unknown figure.
• You had apologised, and explained what you were doing. “Sorry, Antonio was looking for him.” You scratched your head, and the mystery man had nodded - about to give you the rat when he stopped. “Wait, who are you?” He asked. “I’m Antonio’s childminder, (Y/n) - and before he has a meltdown I need the rat.” He chuckled, shaking himself out of a trance, before handing you the animal. “I’m Bruno, his tìo.”
• Soon the two of you became friends, much to the families delight. Pepa loved it, and Antonio just wanted the two of you to get married so you could be his tìa. You had told him that you didn’t feel for Bruno like that, but you couldn’t help but feel something in your stomach as you imagined the far-fetched scenario in your mind.
• Bruno loved having you around, always asking when you were coming around. He adored that you liked his rats, and were willing to stay after your pay-hours, long after Antonio was asleep, just to watch Bruno’s telenovas.
• But when Bruno finally admitted to himself that he liked you, was at dinner a few months later. You were all sat down, it was Dolores’ engagement dinner. It was supposed to be a surprise, but the amount of secrecy that you could keep from a woman with super-human hearing abilities, was unsurprisingly little.
• Dolores was biting her nails, and then after the dinner was dragging on for a little too long - Mariano finally dropped his knee, and asked the question. She obviously iterated the word: “Si”, enough times to make her answer obvious.
• Then Antonio spoke up. “Ugh! Finally! Now all we need is for Bruno to propose to (Y/n) so she can become my tìa!” He stated simply, and the whole family looked between the two of you, noticing the swear gathering at Bruno’s collar.
• “Would y-you, maybe-” He began, before you had cut him off. “Yes.”
• Then you two went on dates, a lot consisting of when you were looking after Antonio - especially when you extended your hours, unpaid. You had insisted, but Pepa and Felix knew the reason. It was obvious. (They paid you anyways).
• In all truth, your babying of his nephew rubbed off onto him. He didn’t have mami issues, he loved his madre no matter how difficult their relationship had been in the past. He just enjoyed the fact that you cared for him so deeply, just like his madre avoided during his childhood. She loved him, but the emotional connection was strained.
• From the way you watched his little shows, to the way you tamed his hair when he was unable to get the knots out of his head. He loves you and everything about you, whether it was giving him a plaster when he got a splinted, or falling asleep with you at night.
• You had him wrapped around your finger, and you didn’t even know it.
• In Bruno’s mind, he belonged to you, and you belonged to him.
|| I hope this was what you wanted!!
- Requests Open -
Harana to Mi Vida II
Will Camilo's efforts pay off? Will (Name) give him her sweet, sweet 'Yes'? Tune in next time to find out! Kidding. This is part 2.
“I love you too much,” Camilo starts out quietly, gazing up at your still closed window as he pursed his lips. “To live without you loving me back..” He cleared his throat quickly, his nerves getting the best of him in the first few lines.
Breathe, Camilo. Breathe. He reminds himself. Think happy thoughts, he tells himself once more as he closes his eyes. You got this. Mirabel had started to worry about her primo, faltering in her strumming to look upon him with concern.
“I love you too much, Heaven’s my witness and this is a fact.” He lets out a chuckle after the line, picturing the times he’s prayed to the miracle for his destiny to be with you or the times he’s begged his Tio Bruno to look into his future to see if you were in it with his Tio only shaking his head in response. “I know I belong, when I sing this song..” His shoulders were still tense but it was clear he was getting used to what would be the performance that would hopefully earn your love. Happy thoughts were with (Name) after all.
Happy thoughts was hanging out with you on Casita’s roof, gazing at the stars that burned in the night sky. Happy thoughts was climbing the mango tree with you and holding your hand while he helped you climb up. Happy thoughts was you, cuddling up to his side during the cold nights where you hung out before he had taken off his ruana to gently place it around your shoulders. Happy thoughts was (Name) and her dazzling smile that would stop his whole world and rid it of motion.
Without you, it felt like all of his mamá’s storms were raining down on him specifically. He never knew life in Encanto without you after all. “There’s love above love and it’s ours cause I love you too much.” He slowly loosens his grasp on the bouquet of flowers that he was holding, more relaxed now. “I live for your touch, I whisper your name night after night..”
And he had. Each night he would whisper your name but instead of your last name, he replaced it with his own. (Name) Madrigal. (Name) Madrigal. It had a nice ring to it, didn’t it? And he would grab onto his pillow and smile like the dork he was, flustered by his own thoughts of you being his bride. All this would be heard by his sister Dolores who would tease him as revenge to the many times he’s informed of Mariano’s arrival with a ‘Dolores, your boyfriend is here!’ though she would mean well, encouraging him after to shoot his shot.
“I love you too much.” As if allowing the whole world to roll off his shoulders, a great weight had been lifted off him as he sang. “There’s only one feeling and I know is right..” He wondered if you could hear him. Though as his eyes fluttered open, it was also the exact time you had gently swung the window shutters open and he swore he felt the air in his lungs leave him.
Even in the moonlight you had looked as radiant as ever.
Upon the coaxing of your parents who had heard the singing from outside, insisting that you take a look yourself, you were greeted by the sight of Camilo and Mirabel. At first you didn’t really get it. Was there trouble with Casita? Though as soon as you saw the flowers and the tiple, it all clicked. Your cheeks warm and just like the shapeshifter, your breath hitching. You attempted to hide behind the white curtains of your room, gazing at the boy who, unbeknownst to him, had also managed to capture your heart like you had with him.
He wished you had kept the windows closed though. Dios mío. Now the nervousness that had slowly melted away from him was coming right back in. It took everything out of the poor boy to keep his powers at bay, knowing damn well he would’ve been shifting all willy nilly if he had let himself do so. He took in another deep breath before he mustered up all his courage to call out your name.
“(Name)!” He shouts your name with all his heart and in a sudden too that Mirabel had no idea whether to keep playing or not. Though she would quickly correct herself, strumming the guitar once more as Camilo sang. Hearing your name being called out by the boy that you had loved since you were a little girl made your heart thump like a thousand beats of a drum.
“I know I belong, when I sing this song,” He sang loudly, pouring his feelings with each and every word that flowed out from his lips. “There’s love above love and it’s ours ‘cause I love you too much.” He looked at you, adoration in those eyes that resembled brewing coffee in a summer’s morning.
“Heaven knows my name, I’ve been praying,” He continued. “To have you right here by my side.” He sang each word with such passion that it made your heart flutter, your cheeks red, and your heart that has already been captured by the shapeshifter, to be caught in the nets of his love even more. “Without you a part of me is missing. Just to make you my own I will fight.” As he said these words, his eyes were filled with determination, a fire inside of them that would burn passionately and you knew he meant every word.
“I know I belong.. when I sing this song..” He murmurs the last lines of the songs in a way that would still be heard by you. “There’s love above love and it’s ours ‘cause I love you too much, mi vida.. Te Quiero!”
He panted as the last of the song’s words left him. Heart threatening to burst out of his chest as he gazed up at you who, joined by your parents, had rushed their way downstairs. As soon as you were face to face with him, he sucked in a breath.
“(Name), mi reina, mi corazón, will you.. will you allow me to court you?” As soon as the question left his lips, a smile made its' way upon your face despite the warmth that still lingered on your cheeks and you answered him, not even hesitating.
“Sí, Camilo!” You threw yourself into his arms, laughing happily as the stunned boy was frozen with surprise before he had picked you up, twirling you around happily as he pressed soft kisses on your face.
“Ay, they can skip the courting stage at this point.” Your mother had muttered with a shake of her head. The joyous couple’s chuckles and happy giggles were accompanied by Mirabel whooping and cheering for her primo.
Somewhere in Casita’s walls, a certain young woman had squealed in happiness along with the Madrigal family who erupted in triumphant yells and happy cries.
“She said yes!”
A.N. The moment you've been waiting for, I hope you guys like it! I've always loved the Book of Life and 'I love you too much' seemed like the perfect song for this one!
A MIRACLE HAPPENED.
Madrigal Family x Child!reader
female reader since Antonio wants a baby sis (personal hc)
Summary: A miracle once again happen for the Familia Madrigal. Much to everyones suprise, Pepa and Felix had another child after Antonio.
Note: I decided to make it a story with many parts so feel free to suggest more scenarios for Baby Y/n Madrigal.
No one knew it was physically possible to bear a child at 50. Antonio was already a surprise baby and now another one?
It started when Casita was finally rebuilt, everyone was happy and drinking and let's just say Pepa and Felix got a little happy about their house and their miracle got back.
A few weeks passed and Pepa started getting very emotional, at first everyone just thought that she was just following Bruno's advice to let her emotions out, but then she started to feel sick in the morning and got very sensitive to smell.
This gave Pepa mixed emotions, she couldn't be pregnant, that's impossible. She hid the fact that she started vomiting from everyone and tried holding her breathe when passing by Isabela's room full of flowers so she won't gag from the smell.
She hid it very well, even Felix didn't know about it.
Until she heard the question she tries to avoid getting asked to her.
"Mama, are you pregnant?" Dolores said in a whisper while helping herself get food for breakfast.
This left Pepa with a shock look on her face. She forgot that her daughter can hear everything.
"Why do you think so mi vida?" She played it off, but the cloud forming on top of her head is giving away that she is nervous
"Mami, I hear you vomiting early in the morning and" Dolores paused a second, hesitating " well, I hear another heartbeat in you"
Pepa knew there was no point in hiding anymore, She gave her daughter a slight nod, which cause her daughter to feel excited to have another sibling.
"Everyone to the table let's go" Abuela said as she enters the kitchen.
"Cariño, can you atleast keep it till dinner? you know about me being pregnant" Pepa said mouthing the last words for the rest of the family not to hear.
The girl only nod and gave a reassuring smile to her mother.
After breakfast, everyone started doing their own chores for the day.
Dolores decided to be with her mother the whole day, just to make sure she was not stressing herself out.
At last night has fallen and its time for dinner for the Familia Madrigal.
Dolores was tensed as ever, giving her mother side looks almost asking for permission to tell the news already.
"Well, looks like our community doesn't have that much problem today unlike the usual. How was everyone's day have been?" Abuela started the conversation.
Pepa gave Dolores a look, that was her sign. Dolores cleared her throat to gain everyone's attention.
"Well... I have some news to tell, we are going to be welcoming a new member of the family—" Dolores was then cut off by her father spitting his drink, Camilo shapeshifting to Mariano and other people from the encanto and the rest of the family have their jaw drops except for Pepa and Antonio since he's too innocent to understand what her hermana said.
"Dolores, ¿estás embarazada?" Camilo asked which cause all gaze fall to Dolores.
"What? No, you didn't let me finish. I'm not the one whose pregnant, Mami is" Now all their eyes shifted to Pepa who combs her hair, showing how nervous she is.
"Pepi, amor... is this true?" Her husband Felix caressed her hands.
Pepa gave them a slight nod "I found out 3 weeks ago"
Everyone cheered for Pepa and Felix couldn't stop himself from indulging his lovely wife into a hug.
"I'm gonna be a big brother?!" Antonio said as realization hits him.
"That's right Tonito" Dolores ruffled his younger brother's hair
Well this sure leaves the family really happy, after another week of preparing, The Madrigals finally announced the news to the whole encanto and everyone says its a miracle and congratulate the couple.
Well, this is the first part of the long journey the Madrigals before baby Y/n is born.
Next part: The Pregnancy
A/n: I'll try updating daily, well I mostly post at 1-3 am in my country. I'll announce it if ever the updates will be delayed. Feel free to request a scenario you want for this series, I would love to do it.
Luisa madrigal x fem bodied reader (they them)
-reader has a habit of not wearing a bra when doing laundry (cuz its dirty) so when they do find a bra they just take off their shirt and put it on and go about landry topless, Luisa happened to walked in when this occured once and was like 'yep I like titties'.
-once reader was running around town and bumped faced first into Luisa chest and just did that one tiktok audio of screaming
-Luisa like to have reader lay on top of em' but when reader want to sleep in they can be very persuasive (unfortunate for Luisa who just wants to finish her chores)
-they work out together <3
-reader likes going down on Luisa because of her big muscular thighs that they often leave marks on <3 COUGH
-reader knows basic boxing and wresting kinda I guess? Like their a good fighter not the best! BUT they can handle their own ya know?
-Luisa often stops reader from snapping a bitch's neck
Someone wouldn't leave Luisa alone cuz idk they wanted their house moved but that day Luisa and reader had BOTH agreed to be carefree and go on a lil' date. And this STRANGER (to reader they had moved to encanto maybe less than a month ago) just won't stop interrupting them now I'd say most people know better cuz one Luisa is so strong crush me porfavor mi vida but also clearly the reader knows how you fight right? So at some point this person probs says something rude to Luisa about "not being so strong since they can't blah blah blah" and reader just goes FERAL like murder us about to occur.
-I know a lil bit about jewelry making soooooo reader makes Luisa lots of rings and pendents and keychains and the rings are usually layered and has like words or unicorns in it.
-Luisa always wakes up to reader massaging her muscles and just brushing her hair just a very sweet and calm moment
-reader often just 🌟stares🌟 Luisa
-Luisa gives reader pecks before doing/between tasks
-if anyone ever said anything rude about or to Luisa, reader will burn down the village and they said this in front of the family so now the madrigals are worried 😘
(Btw how the fuck do people do that break thingy? The read more thingy on here?)
SYNOPSIS: Was asking Bruno about Camilo Madrigal going to far? What do you do when he tells you that, while you will talk to Camilo, it will be a fight?
CHARACTER: Camilo Madrigal x Fem!reader (not really specified but it’s what I imagined)
GENRE: Fluff, Arguments, Strangers to Lovers (kinda), Miscommunication, Angst but really it’s not,
WORD COUNT: 1.2k
WARNINGS: Uh, you and Camilo are flustered, like constantly, you ask Bruno for a vision, Camilo is cute I love him.
A/N: I- really liked writing this uhm. Requested by ANON . Header made by me
You were desperate, honestly… and maybe, a little jealous. You weren't exactly sure what of, but you could name a few things.
Camilo was gorgeous after all, arguably the prettiest guy you knew. You knew most of the girls your age liked him too, you were no different than them. None of you really knew him personally, only knew what was shown publicly.
But, back to your desperation. You needed to know what would happen, if you should just give up on this crush of yours. So, with quite a great deal of embarrassment, you approached his newly returned uncle.
“Hi! Bruno Madrigal? Right?” you confirmed his name.
He nodded. “Uh, hello?”
You took a deep breath, feeling slightly bad for even considering asking what you were about to. “I was- I heard that you used to do visions for people… uh, do you still?”
He shook his head. “No, not really.”
“Oh, uh, okay.” you frowned, beginning to walk away.
He spoke up again. “That being said, I’m sure I could make an exception… you just have to promise not to blame it on me if you don’t like the outcome.”
You spun around, quickly taking a deep breath in to compose yourself. “I promise I won’t.”
You were waiting nervously, not knowing exactly how long Bruno was going to take.
You remembered the face he’d made when you’d explained what you wanted a vision for. You had bashfully explained to him that you had a sort-of crush on his eldest nephew; and that the anxiety of not knowing what would happen was killing you.
You were surprised he didn’t back out when he heard it was about a family member; maybe he felt bad because he’d already said yes? You didn’t know.
Your fingers ached from the way you kept fidgeting with them, and your heart wouldn’t stop pounding. You were starting to wonder if this was really a good idea… had you stepped a line?
With one more anxious pull of your hair, you heard your name called. You turned around to meet eyes with Bruno.
He told you -albeit reluctantly- that it looked like you and Camilo would… fight? That didn’t make sense considering you weren’t close but, if that’s what the vision told, then you supposed you’d have to take it.
You kept wondering, how could you possibly fight with Camilo when you’ve literally never talked to him? It didn’t help that you’d unconsciously started avoiding him… a little at least. It’s not like it was hard.
Of course, that was until you had spotted your best friend as you usually did and seen them talking.
“Y/n!” She waved you over.
You tensed, and you could feel your ears becoming hot. “Hi?”
She smiled. “We were just talking about you.” Then Camilo’s face flushed too… what?
“You- um, you were?” You stuttered, fidgeting with your hands.
Then, your friend smiled and waved goodbye, walking away before you could stop her.
Camilo was staring at the ground, he wouldn’t look at you.
“So…” you hesitated. “You were talking about me?”
He cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah.” He said awkwardly; it took a few moments before his eyes widened. “It wasn’t anything bad though! I just- wanted to know something.”
You smiled slightly at his sudden panic; it didn’t last long though. He knew about the thing you asked Bruno to do. You still questioned carefully. “What did you want to know… may I ask?” On the slight off chance that he hadn’t meant what you thought, you weren’t going to give yourself away.
He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his eyes to something in the distance. “It was, uh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He paused. “I have to go now, sorry.”
Your mind blanked. “Right-” he didn’t give you the chance to say goodbye before walking away.
Your eyes flicked from him then around you frantically, trying to spot your friend.
So, what, did he hate you? Your friend had told you nothing about their conversation and obviously neither had Camilo. He certainly seemed uncomfortable the last time you’d talked. Maybe Bruno was right, maybe you would fight. What would even prompt that fight? You supposed it could be the seemingly rude looks Camilo sent you whenever he could.
You were pretty sure you had unconsciously been doing the same. Hmm, you’d thought about this too much.
You tore your eyes away from Camilo, pretty as he was, and forced yourself to think about other things; or, well, you tried.
Truth be told, trying was difficult when the exact person you were trying not to think about was walking towards you.
You looked from him and back to the ground feverishly, not being able to stop looking but also not wanting to.
He huffed when he was standing beside your table. (You were at a cafe)
“So, do you just not like me? Like as a person?” He asked, seemingly unprompted.
You shook your head. “N-no- what would make you think that?” You would be lying if you said you weren’t taken aback.
“I don’t know,” he said sarcastically. “Maybe it’s the constant glares you send me.” He looked really upset, just as much as you had been upon the realization that he didn’t like you.
You raised an eyebrow. “Glares…?” You repeated the word like it was foreign to you. “What glares?”
He took a laboured breath in. “Everytime I look at you, you’re glaring at me.”
Oh. Your staring at him had been grossly misconstrued- you could’ve responded in a respectful, mannered fashion but instead your first instinct led you to say: “you’re the one who’s always glaring at me.” The sentence had a bit more venom than you’d meant it to- you hadn’t really meant to say it at all.
He deadpanned. “I am not glaring at you!”
“That’s what it seems like!” At this point your voices were probably a bit louder than they needed to be. “If it isn’t glaring then what is it?”
His mouth had been open, poised to say something, but it shut instantly. Coloured flooded to his face, even you were smart enough to notice; oblivious as you might be.
You repeated your question, softer this time. “Camilo? What is it?” That was one of the first times you’d ever said his name out loud, you liked how it sounded.
He mumbled something incoherent.
You pursed your lips. “What?”
“I like you.” He said fast, so fast you almost had to make him repeat it again; but no, you caught it and now Camilo wasn’t the only one with flushed cheeks.
You were red, speechless and surprised.
He looked at you quickly, catching your gaze before looking away. As fast as he could. He wasn’t sure what to make of your expression.
You looked confused, but he couldn’t tell if that was a good thing.
“Are you… okay?” He asked slowly, wanting to break the uncomfortable silence.
Your eyes were wide. “I- You-” you paused and took a breath, still trying to process what he’d said. “What?” You practically yelled the word. You seemed a bit panicked.
He flinched. “Sorry I- I’ll go.” He turned to leave but you grabbed his wrist.
“No!” You cleared your throat. “No, I like you… too. I like you too.” You nodded affirmatively, more for yourself than anyone else.
Camilo didn’t have the chance to respond, he was called and pulled away by one of his older cousins; that being said, the look he gave as he walked away spoke more volumes than words ever could.
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Bruno madrigal x fem reader smut headcanons:
First off he has experience, he’s 50 y/o
He’s a humble goofy guy and he most likely had a couple of people going under or over him at some point
He’s very patient and wants to make sure you’re having as much of a good time as he is
He wants to undress you so bad, he loves the sight
He’s probably touch starved after being in the walls for YEARS so expect him to want to hold you and touch you all over
Kissing is one of his favorite things ever
He has self control but boy if you’re two alone and you kiss him, expect another after another, deeper and longer
He’s very healthy thanks to his sister’s food so his stamina is pretty decent
Not picky about breast sizes, just likes to feel you skin to skin against his own chest
Will kiss every inch of your skin
If you go down on him his voices goes so deep when he groans
A little concerned of his facial hair bothers you when he does down on you
Loves to hear you moan out his name, it means you’re feeling good
Tell him what you want and he’ll do it or give it a try
Wants to stay inside you after you’re both done just for a while until he catches his breath
He loves aftercare and especially bubble baths
Leaves love bites on your skin but not on viable areas of your body, he wouldn’t live in peace if his sisters saw that on you
He will praise you a lot but if you do it to him you might trigger something in his head and you won’t walk the next day