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lmao browsing the “not beta read” tag on Ao3 gives me so much joy, I both love people’s creativity and to make a game of guessing what fandom does it comes from
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lasrina · 1 year
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People who aren't reading Encanto fanfic are missing out on an incredible trend where the "No beta, we die like men" tag is getting increasingly specific and horrible; so far I've personally encountered
No beta we die like Pedro
No beta we die like Casita
No beta we die like that lady's goldfish
No beta we die like Bruno's self-esteem
No beta we die like Coffee Kid's sleep schedule
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Wednesday, Round 2, Poll 3
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clichejoe · 2 years
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your I would die for juan tag is no worse than every "not beta read we die like pedro/casita"
Wrong, the 'no beta we die like pedro/casita' is a much MUCH funnier tag. 😂
Whoever came up with that first - I would like to be your best friend 😍
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wabadabashabadaba · 2 years
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ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ//ᴄᴀᴍɪʟᴏ ᴍᴀᴅʀɪɢᴀʟ
Synopsis: CaMiLoOo SaYs "Mi ViDaA, Won't tell ya, read the thing." Okay, okay.
Have you ever seen dreams, with extremely vivid faces present in them? As If the person was right in front of you, tangible and warm. Camilo was surely about to see that type of dream. Watching your lips tremble and twist in agony, as you layed under the debris of crumbled Casita. The problem is, he could not tell, whether It is real or not.
TW: Hurt to comfort. Mentions of death, blood, injury and loss of a loved one. Camilo is having a breakdown while the reader is shitting themselves. Reader uses they/them while Camilo goes by he/him.
Word count: Very small just like squidward nose. The idea itself is more like a prompt anyways-
A/N: What's up Encanto fandom. To those who have requested from me already(and have been waiting for 28783704 days) I am genuinely sorry, I wanted to post this first because this is something I started a long time ago. I'll complete your requests ASAP. Basha was a stupid bitch and injured her leg, so I won't get to do anything but this anyways- Shout out to my boy Juan Karlos and his song "Buwan" because this song was my greatest inspiration for this.
Camilo blinked away the dust in his eyes. As he desperately coughed up the precipitate in his lungs, the boy could only stare at the ruins of what he once called home. The flame of their familial candle flickered away, so did the spirits of the Madrigals. He could feel it in his body, that his gift was fading away. What was he, without it? Just Camilo. But who was Camilo? Without shape-shifting, is he still able to call himself a Madrigal?
The boy stumbled towards Dolores, to check up on her state. His wrist was still sore, from the fall he took earlier. Camilo's head was loud with thoughts, overlapping and forming unimaginable knots. He could barely process what has happened. Reality was slipping out of his pained grasp, yet his number one priority stayed his family.
"Dolores, how are you?" He softly grasped the shoulder of his older sister, snapping the female out of her lost state. She slowly nodded, deeply sighing from the overwhelming quietness in her head. It was louder than the constant chattering and sounds that filled up her ears on the daily. No more of Casita's squeaking and drumming. Just silence, which was louder than bombs to Dolores. They were all stupefied from this, and Camilo wished they could just continue to stay still, avoiding the fact that they no longer have their identities.
Camilo looked around, pushing away the curly hair trying to slip into his eyes, capturing the image of his family. They looked like empty shells. Tia Julieta was struggling to find some sort of medicine for the injuries of her family members. His mother and father were comforting Antonio. Poor Antonio, Casita going down was incredibly unfair by itself, but especially to his little brother. He had just got his gift a few weeks ago. Abuela darted from one spot to another, as If she was trying to avoid the rumble, questioning each family member. It was quite the moment of despair for everyone, and all Camilo wanted to do was be in the comfort of your arms. But, where were you exactly?
He took another good glance at the people around him, he peeked around the ruins, yet you were not to be found anywhere. The male gulped down a sick thought, trying to stay positive. Yet his hands were beginning to tremble, as he dashed towards his grandmother.
"Abuela, have you seen Y/N?" His voice was raspy from the dust in the air, perhaps that was also the reason for Abuela's swollen eyes. She became worried upon hearing her grandson's words, Y/N was a part of the family at this point. Them and Camilo had been inseparable, ever since the two created a stronger bond. Alma counted down all the people standing around, only to be left with a grim realization. One was missing. Y/N wasn't there. That means, she can only be in the house.
Upon learning the terrifying prospect, the entire family dashed inside of what proudly stood as Casita before. Pepa shakily yelled out Y/N's name, no storm cloud forming above her head this time. Isabela was sprinting around the parts of the walls, doors, calling out his lover's name. His Amor. His Corazon. Camilo was pleading everything in the universe, to find you safely sitting somewhere in a pocket created by Casita. For you to see him, and launch for a bone-crashing hug, so that you two could live through this time together. Camilo ever so much needed to see your glistening eyes, filled to the brim with joy and hope. And suddenly, he heard a weak cough. His head snapped towards the sound, only to be left in utter horror.
The male immediately crumbled by your side, screaming out your name. A large piece of debris has fallen onto your legs, it seems as though Casita wasn't able to protect both you and Mirabel. Camilo scraped his hands, trying to move away the obstacle while calling to his family members. He kept on reassuring that you will be fine, that he was going to get you out of this. Camilo tried so hard, that cuts started to form on his skin, staining the rock with blood.
"Camilo.." You reached for him, stiff as a wooden doll. Gasping from the lack of stamina and the profuse adrenaline, he ended his futile attempts, waiting for the others to rush for your help. He could definitely get you out of this, everything was going to go back to normal eventually. And you were going to be by his side, as thing swayed back into their lane.
"It will be alright mi vida, we will get you out of here. You will be fine." Your eyes creased, as a bittersweet smile stretched onto your face. The boy has never seen an emotion like this on your beautiful features, and he hated it. He just wanted for everything to go back to normal, or at the very least for all his loved ones to stay safe, you especially. You were his light, someone who helped him strive for self-love and acceptance. Your warm embrace could rival any remedy in the world, and your smile was the cause of the endless butterflies in his stomach. But the dusted, bloodied you brought nothing but tears. Camilo had to face the fact. He couldn't protect you, he had failed.
"Camilo, I can't feel my legs" Sobbing, he grabbed your hand. It was so unusually cold compared to what Camilo remembered it to be like. Soft and warm.
"Lo siento, mi amor. Lo siento, It's all my fault." Your hand now slid up to his cheek, staining it with bits of your own blood. You hushed him, lightly shaking your head.
"None of this is your fault 'Milo, you did your best. I'm gonna be alright, you said so yourself." With each word, your chest became tighter and tighter. Both of you subconsciously knew that you were lying. Camilo's family was standing behind the two of you, watching the whole scene unfold. Not even Luisa now would be able to lift that piece of debris, that held you pinned to the ground. Pepa was sobbing into Felix's arms, nobody wanted to disturb your bidding of goodbyes.
"Yes, mariposa, you are going to be just fine. I promise you." He mirrored your smile, as it was the only thing he knew how to do best. You buried your fingers in the boy's soft curls, knowing this will be the last thing you feel. Suddenly, you began repeating his name. Louder and louder, the world around Camilo was warping, until...
"Camilo! Camilo wake up already!" The boy sprung up with a loud pant, clutching the hem of his shirt. That earned a surprised yelp from you, Camilo's eyes darting anxiously around the room. He was fine. It was just a bad dream.
"Amor, you were having a nightmare. Are you okay? You were-" Before you could finish that sentence, your partner clung to you ever so firmly, almost crushing you with his embrace. As If you were just another quickly evaporating dream, about to disappear into thin air. And leave him alone, once again. A stream of tears poured onto your shoulder, forming wet trails on your back. Reciprocating the hug, you cooed your significant other, slowly rocking him back and forth.
You woke up from Camilo's sudden troubled moves on the bed, only to notice that he has shape-shifted into you. That gave you a momentary scare, before you noticed how much he was in distress. In fact the Madrigal was drenched in cold sweat, tossing and turning in his sleep. You tried to quietly shake him awake, as to not wake up his sensitive to sounds sister, yet that was a fruitless attempt. So you kept whispering his name, concerned for the state of your beloved. And now he was in your arms, crying as If there was no tomorrow.
Slowly but surely, Camilo's gasps and tears came to a stop, yet the grip on your form stayed. He managed to choke out,
"I saw you... when Casita fell. Y-you were stuck." Your heart painfully stung at his words and tone, squeezing him tightly.
"A-and I couldn't do anything. It was so scary I-i thought I lost you.." The painful lump began forming in his throat again. You had never witnessed the smug and constantly joking Camilo this vulnerable. It pained you to hear his voice cracking, his breath hitching and his heart pounding as loud as a marching band against your ribcage.
"Shh, shh.. It's alright mi amor, It's alright.." You soothingly rubbed circles on his tensed back, continuing to cradle his figure.
"I'm here, I'm safe. Everyone is okay." Camilo's breathing leveled out, and he slowly looked up to you, eyes red and puffy from the stinging tears. You looked back at him, and so vividly, you were able to see the relief across his face. He buried himself into your shoulder, basking in your warmth, the one he knew and adored so much.
"I love you, Y/N. Please, don't leave me. " You cupped his cheeck, no blood staining his caramel skin now. "I won't, Camilo. I love you too."
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wwillowtrees · 2 years
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SUNDAY MORNING
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Forehead touching. Forehead kisses.
camilo madrigal x gn reader | feminine aspects written, but honestly it’s not that much.
not-beta read, we die like casita.
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You smiled softly, looking up from your book to see your lover. It was a quiet morning, a rare occurrence for the Madrigals as it seemed like those people could never catch a break. Their schedules usually filled to the brim with chores, not a single second for themselves, but not today.
Naturally, your boyfriend decided to spend his day with you.
“Milo?” You called out, folding the corner of the page you were reading on.
Camilo looks at you before looking back up for a moment, eyes on the rubber ball that he kept throwing at the ceiling of your room seconds before.
“Un segundo.”
With one hand, he swiftly catches it, and you feel your heart begin to swell as you see a small smile forming on his face at the impressive move.
“Need anything mi vida?” He asks, turning to face you, his gaze never leaving as he drops the small toy to his side.
He tilted his head slightly as he patiently watched you place your book on the nightstand near you.
“Mhm, affection.” You reply cheekily, crawling over to him.
Camilo chuckled, his eyes full of love as he stared at you.
“About time!” He teased, wrapping his arms around your waist as you made yourself comfortable on his lap.
You scoff.
“Dios mio, it hasn’t been that long.” You retorted, though, your actions quickly contradict your voice as you gently cupped his face. Camilo shook his head in endearment, his curly hair flowing around at the action.
“Mhm.. whatever you say.” The shapeshifter murmured, his voice slurred at the touch of your warm hands. You rolled your eyes at your lover’s antics while your boyfriend simply smiled in return.
“I,” You began, placing a soft kiss on Camilo’s lips.
“Love-“ Another kiss.
“You.” And another! Well..
Maybe more than just three, but come on now! He had such a kissable face!
How could you resist the temptation to kiss every single one of those pretty freckles that resembled the bright stars scattered across the night sky, or even that empty canvas that is his forehead which was just waiting to be painted with your lipstick, and don’t forget his cheeks too!
Besides, who was complaining? Certainly not you, nor him.
As you continue to pepper your boyfriend with your kisses, he giggled with each one, tightening his hold on you.
You ended with one last kiss to the lips, pulling away to see a lope-sided smile on Camilo’s face, his muddy green eyes shining brightly as he stared into yours.
God he was absolutely drunk on your love, and you savored every second of it.
You laughed, throwing your head back as Camilo smiled even wider at the sound of your laughter.
“You’re an absolute idiot mi amor.” You said, using two of your fingers to gently push him, his back hitting against the headboard of your bed.
“Yeah, yeah.” Camilo replied nonchalantly, grabbing your hand and pulling you close, your foreheads touching due to the lack of space.
“I love you too querida, y te amaré por siempre.”
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“Woah! Have you’ve been malled by a tiger Camilo?!” Félix shouted, laughing loudly when he saw his son walk through the entrance door with lipstick all over his face.
Camilo groaned, hiding under his yellow poncho.
“Stoppppp!” He shouted, dragging out each syllable while he scurried away to his room. If he wasn’t in such a hurry, he would’ve seen the worrying rain cloud turn into a beautiful rainbow on top of his mother’s head when her husband explained what he had seen to her in full detail.
He flopped onto his bed, rolling around in hopes of getting the embarrassment off his body.
Of course he forgot to wipe off your lipstick, so enthralled by you and your stupid beauty that he forgot to think for himself! His pride!
He’ll never hear the end of it from his familia at din-
Oh dear god, he forgot about dinner.
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solcamilo · 2 years
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Hi!! I know I already commented on your post but ah I’m so excited to see more from you!!! I have a request if you don’t mind, it’s more angst tho…sorry not sorry it’s us being trapped inside of casita as she’s (I think it’s a she?) crumbling and Camilo shouting our name after either picking himself off the ground or fighting his way back inside? I don’t know it’s up to you but the main part is he sees us trapped against one of the pillars, a dresser or some heavy furniture pinning us against it that we were struggling and failing to push away because the floorboards were all moving in those waves to get everyone outside and the house was so concerned between that and saving mirabel it didnt have enough strength to assist us too. I just want to see him get worried and frantic before helping us out, you know all intense and stuff. THIS IS SO LONG I APOLOGIZE BUT IVE HAD THIS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND AFTER READING YOUR FIC I NEW YOU WERE THE PERSON I NEEDED TO BRING IT TO LIFE
thank you so much for your request! you have no idea how happy your comments on my other story made me!! that was the first time i wrote something so your support means so so much :’) hope you like it <3
i’ve got you
camilo madrigal x gen!reader
word count: 2k
request? yes!
warning(s): angst again!! happy ending tho, reader gets trapped so maybe claustrophobia, mild swearing, makeout? (not rly), angry mirabel and abuela >:(, not beta-d we die like casita
summary: you and camilo happened to return to casita at the worst possible moment and while trying to save mirabel, you get trapped under casita’s ruins.
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You and Camilo had just finished drying yourselves off with your towels after a quick swim out in the river. You had spent the whole day with your beloved boyfriend and were ready to call it a day, especially when the sun had now slowly set below the tall Encanto mountains.
But before you could end your day, you had to end it properly and that meant stealing some of Julieta’s food along with your boyfriend. And that’s exactly what you did.
You two were cracking jokes and laughing all the way to Casita when you heard yells coming from the matriarch of the family. You immediately knew that this meant bad news as you had never seen Abuela yell like that to someone in your entire lifespan. Camilo knew it too by the way he softly, yet firmly held your wrist, slightly pulling you behind him as the two of you cautiously walked into the main clearing of Casita.
Your heart broke at the sight of your good friend Mirabel Madrigal getting relentlessly blamed and yelled at for all the misfortunes that were happening to the familia Madrigal in the last few days. You turned to see who was around, and made eye contact with a colourful, bright - yet guilty looking Isabela standing off to the side.
What you heard next completely shocked both you, Camilo and the entire Madrigal family on the sidelines.
“You’re the one that doesn’t care!” Mirabel shouted at her abuela with tears brimming her eyes. You gasped and felt Camilo’s grasp on your wrist tighten. Abuela looked even more furious than from the beginning of the whole argument as she took a closer step towards Mirabel. 
“You’re the one breaking our home!”
“Don’t you ever..-!”
“The miracle is dying, because of you!” 
And that’s when you all heard it. The terrifying rumble of Casita’s cracks all across the walls and foundation pillars. The rumble was so loud and so forceful that the windowsill that was displaying the miracle candle collapsed and the candle fell backwards, rolling on the broken wood.
Everyone felt the pure panic coursing their veins as the candle was merely rolling, about to fall. The panic induced silence was broken when Félix shouted, “The candle!” with a small gasp.
As soon as Félix had said that, everyone’s legs started to automatically move towards the source of miracle, trying desperately to save what has been already hurt. Your legs, however, were planted on the ground next to your - now long gone - boyfriend Camilo.
“Casita! Get me up there!” you heard Mirabel yell as she ran towards the makeshift ladders that Casita gave her. You had only just rendered the severity of the situation and how it could play out for Mirabel if anything had happened to her and that’s what finally triggered your legs to move.
“Mirabel!” you yelled at the top of your lungs, running towards the girl who was trying to save the essence of the Madrigal family. 
“Mirabel! Please! Get down!” You were almost at the makeshift ladder when Casita’s ceiling pieces had started falling on the ground right where you were. You quickly pushed yourself against a wall with a large plate and cup storing furniture piece, your back tightly against it as you panted heavily from all the running you had done.
You saw Isabela’s vine giving out and her falling on the ground a few feet away from you. You also saw Camilo falling right next to Isabela a few seconds later as his gift too, gave out. 
You were too distracted by the two Madrigals to notice how Casita’s rolling of the floors brought a giant piece of wall directly on you with a loud smack. You fell down against the large furniture piece as the wall was now laying on top of you, giving you practically no room to move.
After a while you stopped hearing yelling and you stopped hearing the house breaking. You didn’t have the strength to try to lift the wall off of you nor did you have the strength to open your mouth and ask for help. You just lay there, hoping for someone to realise that you were gone and help you out.
Camilo looks around and sees the state in which Casita was or what remained of Casita anyways. He saw his family all huddled close together whispering words of encouragement to each other and lightly smiled. Even during these difficult times his family still found a way to reassure each other and always be there for each other.
He reached to his left side to grab your hand and lead you to where everyone else was but he realised you weren’t by his side. He also slowly realised that Mirabel wasn’t there either, by the way his tía, tío and everyone else were frantically searching for her. 
He felt his heart beating in his chest erratically, his palms grew sweaty and shaky and his legs felt impossibly light, ready to give up on him at any moment. Camilo was terrified. Because he not only lost his beloved prima, but he also lost the love of his life, his vida.
He ran towards his immediate family, grabbed his mother by her shoulders and started yelling at her, tears pricking his eyes from fear.
“Mamá where is Y/N? Where are they?!” Pepa’s eyes grew wide and with a quick scan of the area as she too, as well as the rest of his family, realised that you were also gone.
“Y/N!” Camilo had started screaming your name as he ran around the whole perimeter of the area. He screamed and screamed until he felt his throat go dry from the combination of dust and yelling. The others too were calling your name and Mirabel’s as they were trying to locate you. 
Dolores came to sit next to the now hunched and sobbing figure of her little brother, rubbing circles on his back to soothe him. Camilo shrugged her off with force, standing up to walk away from her. She quickly grabbed his forearm and pulled him to face her.
“Dolores stop!” Camilo snapped as he pulled his forearm away from her. He looked up at her, his face covered in dust and tears. “This isn’t doing anything to help! I don’t know where Y/N or Mirabel are and I don’t know what to do! What if something happened to them? What if something happened to Y/N? I was too concerned with the candle to protect Y/N and now look! They are nowhere to be found! My one job as their boyfriend was to protect them and I couldn’t fucking do it! I am a horrible fucking boyfriend! If they’re hurt or dead it’s all my fault..” Camilo broke down once again, violent sobs leaving his body as he kneeled down on the ground, hoisting himself up with elbows as he buried his hands in his - now dusty and grey - hair.
Dolores could only look at him in pity as she kneeled in front of him once more, pulling him into her embrace. Camilo didn’t move away from her this time, he only buried himself deeper into his hermana’s warm and welcoming arms.
“Manito we will find them. Both of them. I promise you we will find them. We already sent a rescue team to find Mira, we will find Y/N too.” Dolores let out softly. 
“Can’t you try to hear them?” Camilo mumbled in her arms.
Dolores sighed and tried to extend her ear as she always does, trying to locate any sound - anything really - that she could identify as you. But nothing.
“No.” she had said for the first time, “I can’t hear them. I’m sorry manito.”
That was until they heard some rustling going on behind them. Luisa turned to look at Dolores who had the same curious look as she did. Dolores left her brother to calm down as she and her prima cautiously walked up to the furniture with their expensive silverware they used for Mariano’s dinner.
They heard the rustling again. Then they heard faint “help”s. Then they grew louder. Dolores immediately recognized your voice and rushed with Luisa to the wall. They hurriedly lifted the wall just enough for you to crawl out of the cramped space and let it go, once again hitting the dresser with a loud bam.
You started coughing the dust that had accumulated in your throat, too busy to realise Luisa’s “there you are!” and “are you ok?”s.
You looked around and saw Camilo and Dolores just a few feet across from you. 
It was as if Camilo could feel your stare because he swiftly turned around and made eye contact with you (after Dolores had told him that they found you of course). He ran up to you and engulfed you in a hug, his arms wrapping tightly and protectively around your dusty and exhausted frame. 
“Mi vida! I’m so glad you’re okay! Dios mio you have no idea how scared I was.. what would I have done if I lost you?”
“Cami,” you pulled away to look at him, noticing how red his eyes were from crying and his teared stained dusty cheeks, “I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me anymore I’m here with you ok? I’m here..” you cupped his face and smiled.
“Y/N I should have been here to protect you! I’m a horrible boyfriend I promised to help you and I didn’t, I’m sorry. I don’t deserve you..” Camilo shifted his eyes to the ground.
“You did what you had to do to save the candle. You’re one of the bravest people I know, Camilo Madrigal. You’ve helped me and protected me all throughout our relationship and I couldn’t be more grateful. You are an amazing boyfriend Cami and you’re an amazing person.”
You contemplated about dropping the big phrase. Should you do it? Isn’t it too early? What if you scare him away or what if he doesn’t feel the same way? You had to, though. After what you went through today you knew that you had to tell him.
“Camilo I love you.”
He lifted his eyes to meet yours in complete shock. His mouth grew wide open as he stared at your eyes, trying to process if what you told him was real or just his imagination. When he realised this was reality, he closed his mouth, stretched his hands to now cup your face and pulled you into a kiss.
You guys had kissed before sure, but never like this. This kiss was pure emotion. Pure desperation, pure love and pure passion. This kiss held all of the emotions that the two of you held from today’s events and from the days leading up to this. You were both irrevocably and unconditionally in love with each other and that translated through this kiss.
He lightly nibbled down on your lower lip, making you open your mouth more. He wasted no time in entering his tongue, exploring your mouth and your own tongue as you fought for dominance. His hands moved from your face to gripping your hips tightly as he pulled you on to his lap and chest to chest with him. Your hands moved from cupping his face to tangling your fingers in his dusty curls and tugging on them every few seconds, earning low groans from him. 
His mouth left yours as he started planting open mouth sloppy kisses starting from your temple all the way down to your neck and the base of your collarbones. You giggled at his touch, leaning your head to the side for more exposure.
With a smile, he pulled back and connected his forehead with your own.
“I love you so much, mi amor. So so so much.” With that he pulled you in for another heated kiss.
Amongst the ruins of the Casita, you two had found some closure and despite the circumstances, the two of you couldn’t be happier.
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sesamestreet47 · 2 years
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Stolen Sketchbook
Mirabel Madrigal x fem!reader
she/her for the reader & she/her for Mirabel
fluff, drabble
transaltion for the Polish words will be at the end
word count: 4945
not beta-read, we die like Casita
!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!
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“Mirabel, check this out!” Y/N pointed at one of the books she found in the box she was unloading.
Ever since the mountains surrounding Encanto cracked open, people from all around the world have been arriving at the village. Encanto became twice its size in the span of three years as more and more people made themselves the new residents of the town. And they brought stuff with them.
Like a lot of stuff.
Bicycles, fine materials, maps, spices, music boxes, paintings. But the things that filled the majority of the boxes were books. Thousands of books. So many that Encanto opened its first in history library. And the good and helpful kids that they were, Mirabel and Y/N decided to help with setting it up.
Unloading the boxes and putting books on shelves unfortunately turned out to be a mundane and hard task. You had to know the genre of the book, put them in alphabetical order. By the author or title? No idea. So they had to entertain themselves somehow.
Picking up random books and trying to guess the plot based on the cover only or opening books at random pages and the first sentence they read would be their future, those were some games the teens came up with to not die out of boredom. But after some time went by, it became so boring that they treated every unusual detail in a book like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Just so they could have an excuse to read it.
“What is that?” Mirabel asked, eyeing the book in Y/N’s hands. She came closer, stepping carefully in between the boxes and scattered books. Her friend blew the dust from the cover and opened the book.
“I think it’s a sketchbook,” she said after flipping through a few pages.
“That’s weird, why would someone give it away to a library?”
“Maybe it’s here by mistake, but look.” Y/N pointed at the various notes made by some of the drawings. Mirabel pushed her glasses up her nose and came closer to read the almost illegible handwriting.
“What is this nonsense? Spells or something?”
Y/N laughed. “It’s a different language, silly. I think I took a dictionary out of the same box earlier. Maybe it’s the same language?”
Y/N handed Mira the sketchbook, leaving the girl to freely examine it herself, as she went to the pile of books. She picked some up, moved some to the side and once her eyes landed on the one she was looking for, she let out a victorious aha!
“Let me see,” she said and Mirabel handed her the notebook. “Yep, I think we got it.”
“How do you know that?” Mirabel asked confused. The words made absolutely no sense to her nor did the dictionary. “Y/N, how do you know that?”
Y/N ignored her as she sat down. She put the sketchbook next to her and flipped through the dictionary. Mirabel stared at her. Her face was a mix of astonishment and confusion. Y/N was a smart girl, there was no doubt in that. She often spent her free time reading and writing. Studying other people and asking them questions. She was naturally curious. It was a thing the two had in common. Only Mirabel was curious about stuff like why does she wear glasses if her mother’s food heals? You know, stuff that wasn’t really useful, but bugged her. Whereas Y/N was curious about the world. About what laid outside the mountains.
When they were kids, Y/N would often drag Mirabel to the very ends of Encanto. Being the innocent kid that she was, she thought that she could climb up the mountain and see the world. It was her dream, to leave and explore. One time she actually started climbing. That didn’t go well as about 10 feet in, she slipped and fell. Thankfully, it only left her with a scar on her knee. She never went to Julieta to heal the wound. Wanted to have something for a reminder. A reminder that she tried, she tried to reach for the sky.
Mirabel admired Y/N. A lot. If she could, she would listen to her rambling about different cultures all day. There was something about the way her eyes would light up with excitement. About the way her voice sounded, the longing that decorated her words and sentences. About her wild gestures that added greatness to her story. She could be talking about something as boring as ants and Mirabel would be invested. Heck, she’d probably start taking notes. Passion. Y/N was a passionate girl. It was written all over her.
“It’s a European language,” Y/N muttered, her face still buried in the dictionary. “I’ll let you guess which one.”
She looked at Mira with a small smirk. Mirabel mirrored her, she crossed her arms. “Okay, three chances?”
“Three chances,”
“French,”
“Nope,”
“Um, Croatian?”
“No,”
“German?”
“Nein,”
“Dang it,” Mirabel sighed. She sat down facing her friend. “What is it?”
“You were pretty close with the last one.” Y/N pushed the dictionary in her direction. “It’s Polish.”
Mirabel took the book in her hands with a soft hum. She looked at the words and tried her best to understand what they meant, but all the ą, ż, ł were making her head hurt. “How does one pronounce that?”
Y/N chuckled. “Yeah, it’s not an easy language.”
Back when the mountains had just cracked and only a few families came to Encanto, the newcomers would live with the residents. Just for some time, before the new houses would be built. Y/N and her dad, having quite a few bedrooms to spare, welcomed one of the families. They came from Europe, Poland to be exact. It was a family of two parents and their two toddlers. Their mother wanted the kids to know the basics of their language, so when she would give them short lessons, Y/N would tag along. She picked up the basics pretty quickly, but not enough to communicate in the language. Since then she’d been getting lessons every now and then from their former roommates. She could read Polish works, but she still struggled with understanding. Probably why she got so excited when she recognized the words.
“Bueno, how do you say that?” Mirabel pointed at the word sock.
“Skarpetka,”
Mirabel giggled. “That’s funny.”
“How is it funny?”
“Just the way you said it, a little funny,”
“Shut up, I’m trying,”
“What about this one?” sun.
“Słońce,”
Mirabel laughed more. Y/N smacked her knee with a roll of her eyes and a fond smile. “Okay, give it back. I wanna know what’s written in the sketchbook.”
Y/N took the dictionary out of Mirabel’s hands. The glasses-wearing girl turned her attention to the sketchbook. The page she was looking at, had a bunch of drawings. Mira noticed a close up on a pair holding hands. A rough sketch of a person running their hand through their hair. A doodle of a rose, a doodle of a heart. Some drawings were colored, some weren’t. Some were precise, some were done in a rush. Each of them was quite captivating though.
“I’m guessing that these notes are love poems of some sort,” Mirabel guessed, concluding by the number of reds and pinks used in the drawings.
“Shush!” Y/N put a finger on Mira’s lips, her brows furrowed in focus as she darted her eyes from the dictionary to the sketchbook. Mirabel was glad her friend didn’t look up, otherwise, she’d notice the reds and pinks that adorned her face at the feel of her touch. No, not now stupid feelings.
It was no secret that Y/N got Mirabel wrapped around her finger. Even if she herself had no idea about the spells she cast. There was something about that girl that was so alluring. When Mirabel was younger, her prima Dolores would tell her stories she heard from outside Encanto, so she could later tell Y/N about them. One of the said stories was about sirens. They were creatures with powerful voices and they used them to lure sailors in. Their sweetly sung songs were impossible to miss and the men couldn’t help but go towards it. Mirabel decided that Y/N was a descendant of a siren. Because no matter what she said, Mirabel would listen. She would order her brain to tune out every other sound just so she could take every word coming out of her lips in.
What also sirens and Y/N had in common, was beauty. Y/N was pretty. But the beauty she had was common, if a stranger saw her they wouldn’t gape in amazement. No, she had quite average looks, to be honest. But when she spoke, when she helped, when she simply was just her amazing self, the beauty on the inside would reflect on the outside. Her soul made her simple looks stand out and shine.
Mirabel thought many times about telling her all this. But their friendship was too important to her. Y/N was one of those people who stuck with her through rough times. And it was important to Mirabel to have someone in her life that saw her for being Mira, not the gift-less Madrigal, the flawed one. So, whenever that little voice in her head would whisper to her that now it’s the time, tell her. She would shake her head and push that voice to the side. Putting on a smile and swallowing down the feelings, she focused on being a good friend.
“Stoi tu słońce nad słońcami
Stoję tu i od razu wiem
Jeden gest i jasny jest
Nieznany życia sens,”
Y/N’s soft voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked back at the girl.
“What?” she whispered dumbfounded.
Y/N blinked. “That’s what it says here.”
“Right,” Mirabel nodded. “What does it mean?”
Y/N looked up and scrunched her nose. Mirabel observed her as she mouthed the words to herself, probably looking for the best interpretation of the words. Translations were usually too direct, so she looked for easier words.
“Now she's here shining in the starlight
Now she's here, suddenly I know
If she's here it's crystal clear
I'm where I'm meant to go,”
Mirabel felt her breath do a backflip and get stuck in her throat. Her heart fluttered. She’s just reading, this isn’t for you, stop, stop. She tried to calm it down.
“Huh…” Mirabel muttered, not really knowing what to say. The knot in her stomach prevented her from coming up with coherent sentences.
Y/N just shrugged. “Seems like most of these are about love, like you said.”
The girl stood up, dusting herself off. She reached her hand to Mira, who almost didn’t notice it. Helping her up, she also dusted some dirt off of Mira’s skirt. Too much!
“I’m gonna take this,” Y/N said matter of factly.
Mirabel finally snapped back, her brain started working properly again. “Wait, you can’t!”
“Why not?”
“It’s not yours,” Mirabel deadpanned.
“It’s no one’s, Mira. We’re in a library.” Y/N looked around, pointing at the shelves.
“But we said that it got here by mistake,” Mirabel pointed out. “We should just find the owner and give it back.”
Y/N clutched the sketchbook close to her chest. She looked at Mirabel, her eyes were big and glossy. And with a bat of her eyelashes, she got Mirabel gulping and looking away.
“Please,” she stretched the last syllable. “I just wanna translate it and then I’ll give it back.”
“It’s an invasion of privacy,” Mira coughed.
“Since when do you care about that?” Y/N asked with a mocking tone. Mirabel shot her a glare at which she laughed.
“Fine,”
Y/N threw her arms around Mirabel, caging her in a tight hug. Mira melted.
Over the next few weeks, Y/N got really attached to the sketchbook. She carried it everywhere, silently reading the words out loud. And when Mirabel would look at her disapprovingly, she would smirk and say the words louder.
“Kochanie!”
“Aniele?”
“Moja droga!”
“Uwielbiam cię,”
“Twój uśmiech zapiera dech w piersi,”
“Kocham cię!”
She would shout those. Dramatically leaning onto Mirabel with a hand on her forehead, the words flowing out of her mouth.
Mirabel had no idea what she was saying, but she didn’t need to be a genius to know she was teasing her. The sketchbook clearly belonged to a hopeless romantic, it was bound to be filled with sappy confessions and pet names. That was enough knowledge for her to blush and fix her bag on her shoulder out of nervousness.
It became a daily occurrence. There was no way of stopping Y/N from acting like a drama character and Mirabel trying to escape her.
It was funny to some people. Like Camilo for example.
He was enjoying every second of seeing his cousin being a mess in front of her crush. At first, he observed the hilarious scenes unfolding before him while pretending to be someone else. Then he realized the two girls were too invested in one another to even notice him, so he stopped shapeshifting. He just sat there, mere feet away from them without getting acknowledged. Even his bright, yellow ruana didn’t make them spot him. It was like he snuck into a theatre during a rehearsal to a play, getting a show just for himself.
But over time, it got quite boring. It became similar to rereading a book, he already knew the plot. Y/N would run up to Mirabel, glue herself to her, basically flirt with her in another language. Then Mirabel would get all flustered and blushy, she’d try to push Y/N away and be unsuccessful at that and finally run away with a lame excuse and high pitched voice. Y/N would shrug with a smirk and go back to studying the notebook, while Mirabel would hide somewhere to calm herself down. Boring! This play is lacking a plottwist.
And being the great and caring cousin that he was, Camilo decided to help the story pick up on its pace.
“Oh, Mirabel!” Camilo sang, entering the nursery. Mirabel rolled her eyes but decided against telling him how stupid calling for her was when she sat just two feet away.
“What?” she also stretched the syllables.
Camilo closed the door behind him, a stupid grin on his face as he made his way to his prima. Mira eyed him suspiciously. She put down the skirt she was working on. Crossing her arms, she warily scanned her cousin for any signs of mischief.
“I have something for you,” he said.
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Camilo cleared his throat as if he was preparing for a monologue.
Then, he turned in place and in his place stood… Y/N. Mirabel’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth to ask why he did that, but then Camilo got on one knee before her, still as her friend, and reached out a hand to her. Mirabel closed her mouth, opened it again, but then she realized what was in his hand. The freaking sketchbook.
“You stole it from her?!” she exclaimed. Camilo laughed. And it was a very weird thing to see as he still wore Y/N’s face.
“Yeah,” he said between chuckles. Standing up, he opened the notebook. “Serce, skarbie, moja jedyna- Okay, I have no idea what I’m saying.”
“Why did you steal it?!” Mirabel ignored his poor attempts at speaking in a foreign language. “Also, oh dios, please change back.”
Camilo obeyed and plopped down next to Mira on her bed. He threw the sketchbook at her lap.
“You could maybe get back at her?” he said. Mirabel looked at him and mouthed what. Camilo continued. “Take this, learn the words- look she made some notes here and there- and give her a taste of her own medicine. Or do something else, I don’t care.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Camilo whined, letting his body hit the mattress in annoyance. “You two exhaust me.”
Mirabel hit his knee. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t know if that’s a sapphics’ thing, but normally people are way past the oblivious friends in love phase.”
Mirabel almost choked on her spit.
“Excuse me?!” she repeated, way louder this time. “I- We’re not- Just- Camilo!”
The boy just shrugged and sat back up. He patted Mira’s back.
“Jeez, no wonder you need glasses, Mira,” he said, earning another smack from her. “You know what? Take that notebook and please use it to make a move on Y/N. I beg you, I can’t take this anymore.”
Mirabel pressed her lips into a thin line. She shook her head disapprovingly. A lot happened in a span of just a few minutes and she was still processing the fact Camilo somehow managed to get his hands on the sketchbook. But then, when he finally shut up, she pondered over what he said. It was true, she was tired from both dying to make a move on Y/N and her teasing. Each day, she grew more and more annoyed. Because she realized she’s been stuck in the same place with Y/N for a long time. Exhaustingly long time. And Camilo, even though in a very messed up way, just gave her the solution. She traced her hand over the cover of the notebook. It was ironic really. Seemed that everything she wanted to say and do with Y/N was either written or drawn on its pages. It was like she was holding her feelings. She could tear the pages, burn the notebook and be rid of said feelings. Finally, she could be free and be what Y/N needed - a great friend. Or she could open the notebook, take in every word (with a dictionary right next to her of course), trace her fingers over every drawing and get the sense of what it would be like to finally let Y/N know just how much she meant to Mirabel.
She could.
She didn’t know if it was because her primo, known for messing around, was right next to her, but she felt like her third option would be most efficient. And the most fun. Yep, Camilo definitely started to rub off on her. Mirabel moved to the side a bit, trying to escape his troublesome aura. If Y/N had no problem with stealing a sketchbook or making Mirabel’s stomach filled with mariposas, Mira had no problem in making her pay for her actions. She looked at Camilo.
“Okay, I’ll put an end to this,” she said.
“There we go, thank you.” Camilo smiled satisfied and stood up.
“But,” Mirabel stopped him. She picked up the skirt she was previously working on. “I’m gonna need you to model for me.”
The way she said it indicated that she meant it as a punishment. Probably for stealing the sketchbook. But then Mirabel’s expression changed to a surprised one when Camilo smirked and grabbed the skirt.
“Good choice, I’m a great model,”
“Mirabel!” Y/N basically screamed upon seeing her friend. Sparing no time, she ran up to her. Mirabel almost smiled smugly at the panic in her voice.
“What’s up, Y/N?” she said. “How’s your Polish going?”
“Not funny, kochana,” the pet name was soaked in sarcasm. “I know, you know the sketchbook got stolen. So, give it back.”
She opened her palm with a stern expression. Mirabel faked a shock.
“Y/N, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” she grabbed Y/N’s hand and started walking with her. Y/N wore the most offended expression on her face she could but walked with her.
“I know you have it,”
“I don’t,” she said.
Mirabel intertwined their fingers together. She looked at their hands from the corner of her eye. Doing her best to ignore her cheeks warming up, she examined them. Okay, good. Looks almost identical to the drawing.
“Mira,” Y/N whined, stopping. Mirabel looked at her with a hum. Y/N rolled her eyes. She stopped holding her hand. “I was almost done with translating, I swear, I was going to give it back.”
Mirabel nodded. She tried to pay no mind to the nice tingling feeling that Y/N’s touch left on her fingers. She took off her glasses and put them on her head. Y/N tilted her head and eyed her friend. Mirabel let one curl fall freely on her forehead. The girl from the sketch had messy hair. Is it messy enough?
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but if you’re trying to distract me it won’t work. The sketchbook, please.” Y/N crossed her arms.
Mirabel pursed her lips in thought. She tapped her chin as if she was actually thinking about whether to give the sketchbook back or not. Y/N sighed.
“No,” Mirabel said.
“No?”
“No.” she mirrored Y/N and crossed her arms as well.
They stared at each other. Y/N with furrowed brows and pout on her mouth. Mirabel with a smug smile and challenging stare. Y/N eyed her. She tried to figure out why Mirabel with her glasses on her head looked familiar.
And when it finally clicked, she smirked. Y/N was smart, so it was expected she paid attention to details. If Mirabel was going to be a tease, she’d be twice as annoying. Watch her.
“Aniele, please give me the sketchbook,” she started. “You want me to beg you while on my knees?”
Mirabel scoffed.
“Because I can do that,”
Mira definitely wasn’t expecting what happened next. Her eyes widened and for a second she thought the lack of her glasses was making her see unclearly. But no, Y/N actually got on one knee. Mirabel froze.
“Mira, skarbie, kochanie, moja droga, may I please get the notebook back? I promise I’ll behave from now on.”
The Madrigal girl almost choked on her spit. No, I can’t lose my cool. I’m getting back at her, can’t let her win. No, no, no.
“Huh, you will?” Mirabel changed her position. She moved all her weight to one leg. Tilting her head, she looked down on Y/N with a hand rubbing the back of her neck. Was it this leg or the other? Y/N’s smile faltered. Her eyes scanned Mirabel. She stood up. Grabbing Mirabel’s other hand, she kissed her palm.
“If you wish, księżniczko,” she whispered, looking up at her.
Mirabel pressed her lips into a thin line. She chose not to think about the way her face felt like an oven. This was not fair, Y/N couldn’t win this time as well. She quickly scoured her mind, looking for the memories of drawings in the sketchbook. What else, what else? But one look from the girl in front of her and all the thoughts were swept away with one swift movement of the broom that was Y/N’s piercing gaze.
But then Y/N straightened and came closer putting Mirabel’s glasses back in place. And Mira remembered that one drawing. That one that made her blush the most.
Before Y/N could move away and claim victory, Mirabel grabbed her by the shoulders and bringing her even closer, she placed her lips on hers. Just like on the drawing.
There was no going back now. The surprised squeak Y/N let out wouldn’t make Mirabel pull away and run away in embarrassment. She wouldn’t let her win, not now. If that was how she could put an end to this, she would gladly stay and finish what she started. Mirabel was too shocked by her own actions to notice that Y/N stayed put. She didn’t flinch, she didn’t push her away, she didn’t slap her or anything. In fact, there was a slight shift in her stance and she was suddenly closer, way closer. She mimicked Mira and kissed back. Her hands cupped her cheeks.
A thought crossed Mira’s mind. That this kiss, no matter how much it was making the butterflies in her stomach go apeshit, felt different than she imagined. Sure, Y/N’s lips were soft and moved gracefully against hers, but the whole thing felt… friendly. It was a weird observation, but Mirabel couldn’t help but notice the lack of romantic touch. She didn’t know how, but this kiss felt like a hug from Y/N, like a smile from Y/N. Like the countless sleepovers, they had when they talked about everything and nothing, like laughing together at Camilo or Isabela. Was it her? Was she so scared of losing the friendship that she even made the kiss feel as platonic as possible? Oh god, what if? Mirabel was bad at this, she was an expert on friendship. No one taught her romance. She thought about pulling away and finding an excuse. It could be an unbelievable one, just a random excuse.
No. The voice in her head said. You got her now, don’t let her slip away.
Mirabel wanted the kiss to feel like that day at the library. With Y/N reading love poems in Polish. With Y/N saying funny-sounding words making Mirabel giggle. With Y/N putting a finger on her lips and dusting her skirt off. Yeah, that was the feeling she wanted to experience while kissing Y/N. While kissing her jedyną.
So, she pulled away for a second and the expression on Y/N’s face, blown pupils, slightly parted lips and warm cheeks, and it was enough to make it so much easier. Easier to kiss her like a girl she was in love with and not a friend. Mirabel’s hands flew to her hips and the distance between them closed again. This time it was right. More passionate, less friendly. Y/N’s hands moved to her neck, gently placing her cold hands on Mira’s burning skin. The kiss remained gentle, graceful. Like they were both scared of going too far because it could make it less meaningful. The pace was slow. Mirabel tried hard not to melt, the sweetness of Y/N’s kiss was quite overwhelming. She smiled against her lips.
“How do you say kiss in Polish?” Mirabel asked first thing after finally pulling away.
Y/N laughed softly. “Seriously?”
“Tell me,”
“Pocałunek,”
“Yeah, no way I’ll be able to say that.” Mirabel kissed her again.
“So,” Y/N started. “I’m not sure what happened here.”
“Me neither,”
The girls laughed.
“Was it my pet names or you recreating the drawings in real life that led to this?”
“Y/N, I have no idea, but whatever game we were playing,” Mirabel said. She tucked Y/N’s hair behind her ear. “I think I won.”
Y/N gasped. “No, no way!”
“Yes, way,” Mirabel laughed as Y/N hit her arm. The girl rolled her eyes and once again this day, laced her fingers with Mirabel’s. They started walking.
“Can I have the sketchbook back?” Y/N asked after a moment of content silence.
Mira looked at her. “I don’t have it,”
“Mira,”
“No, genuinely.” Mirabel put a hand up in defense. “I don’t.”
She opened her bag to prove her words.Y/N peeked in and let out a huff once she noticed that the sketchbook was in fact not there.
“It got stolen,” Mira said dramatically.
“What? Again?”
“The stolen sketchbook. Could be a title for a story.” Mirabel started walking again, after closing her bag.
Y/N eyed her. A smile crept onto her face, but also a blush. The realization of just having her first kiss started to hit. She rubbed her arm. “Um, so are we now…? You know,”
Mirabel didn’t look at her, she missed a step. “I-I mean… If you want to, then-“
“I do!” Y/N cleared her throat. “I mean, I do. Yes.”
Mirabel giggled with a stupid smile. “Okay, then.”
“Can I still call you Polish pet names?”
“Will you teach me the meanings?”
Y/N pondered over her answer. “No.”
“Wow, okay, rude,”
Y/N started laughing and soon Mirabel joined her.
In reality, Mira knew where the sketchbook was. It was laying on her bed, that was unless Camilo snatched it again. She left it laying open on her pillow. Opened on the last page. The only one that was still blank when Y/N found it. Only now a very detailed drawing was on that page. Made by Mirabel herself. A drawing of two girls going hand in hand towards the setting sun. Cliché, true, but everyone needs a bit of cheesiness in their life. Her plan was to pose like the people on the drawings so why not add one she wanted to recreate the most? It wasn’t like there was any space left for more stuff. Maybe that was the original’s owner plan? Give away a sketchbook that was almost filled, because they finally managed to experience the feelings they described or drew. That was a possibility. They gave it away so someone could find it and have a taste of love and adoration. And the last page was left blank indicating that that person’s love story didn’t have an end.
So, when she held Y/N’s hand, rocking it back and forth and listened to her talk about the most beautiful Polish phrases, Mirabel wondered how unique their little love story was. One girl stole the other’s heart with words, the other stole the first one’s with actions and it was all because some old sketchbook got stolen twice.
One time for Y/N and one time for Mirabel.
MASTERLIST
sock = skarpetka słońce = sun kochanie = darling aniele = angel moja droga = my dear uwielbiam cię = I adore you twój uśmiech zapiera dech w piersi = your smile takes my breath away kocham cię = I love you serce = heart skarbie = treasure/dear moja jedyna = my one and only kochana = darling as well (directed to a girl specifically) księżniczko = princess pocałunek = kiss the long note is a Polish version of the song "I See The Light" from the movie Tangled
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Like a novela [Bruno Madrigal X Reader] - Chapter 1
Summary: You deliver all kinds of fruits from your mother's garden to the people of the village. You meet Bruno at the Madrigal's house and after that it's a tale to tell. Life is not like a telenovela. But sometimes it sure feels like one.
Tags: Romance, Mediocre Slow Burn, Age Difference, Fluff, Telenovela Elements, Bruno Madrigal Needs a Hug, Post-Movie
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Chapter’s Notes: I'm making this up as it goes and it's a lot of fun. No beta - we die like men who are not dead but have lived between the walls of a house for ten years straight.
Chapter 1: Delivery Service
You walk along the path to the large house of the Madrigals. In your arm you have a large wicker basket containing various fruits. Your family owns an orchard and it is your responsibility to deliver the orders. At least on the days when there is no market in the market square.
When you knock, the door of the house opens and Pepa appears. A small cloud hovers above her head, but it lightens when she sees you. "Hola, Y/N, are you bringing the fruits?"
"Si." You point to the basket on your arm.
"Come in. Julieta is in the kitchen."
She steps aside to let you in and you walk through Casita's large courtyard. Since you've been making these deliveries for years and have also helped out at the Madrigal’s parties, you know your way around.
The door to the kitchen is wide open and as you step through you see Julieta, Pepa's sister, baking. Also, Alma is sitting at the long dining table nearby, discussing something with a man unfamiliar to you.
"Hola," you greet as you enter.
"Ah, Y/N, perfect timing. Do you have the delivery?", Julieta calls out to you cheerfully and you step up to her, but not without waving politely to Alma and the man.
The matriarch nods to you in a friendly manner. The man doesn’t move at all. He looks a little tired, you think, but you don't have time to pay him any further attention, as Julieta claims it.
"Let me see what you got for me...ah, perfecto." She eyes the mangoes and passion fruit you hand her. "I promised Antonio to make him some sweet empanada. Last time, Camilo snatched them all away."
You chuckle, imagining all how the older boy pretended to be his younger brother to grab a second helping. Their empanada is very popular throughout the village.
"I'll bring you more in a few days, Julieta," you promise her.
That's when Alma's voice suddenly cuts in.
"I wanted to talk to you about a larger order anyway."
You turn to the old lady and join her at the table.
"Si, Señora. What do you need?"
"We have an important dinner coming up. Dolore's boyfriend asked us to do so."
She looks at you meaningfully and you immediately understand what it's about. If the evening goes well, an engagement may be announced.
"I'll pick out the best fruit for it," you promise her.
She nods to you gratefully.
Your eyes briefly fall on the man at the table, who has yet to join the conversation. He has tousled dark curls and wears a green ruana. Up close, he still looks just as tired. Only his dark eyes seem alert, darting back and forth between Alma and you. Now that you think about it, he does look vaguely familiar.
"How rude of me," Alma says, who has noticed your gaze. "You probably don't remember my youngest son, Bruno."
Now you make the connection.
You were still a teenager when Mirabel didn't get a door on her big day. You have a vague memory of it, as the whole village had been talking about it. That same evening, the youngest of the Madrigal triplets disappeared.
You were just a teenager and had other things on your mind.
Over the ten years of his absence, you haven’t thought a lot about him. No one talked about him, only the older adults whispered secretly. And the children spun stories together, for they always have a great imagination.
But as time went by, he was quite quickly forgotten in the village.
You've heard that he reappeared with the destruction of Casita. However, since you care little about having your future predicted, you have not been among those who have sought him out since.
"Of course. The resemblance to Julieta and Pepa is there," you reply, giving him a polite smile, which he only returns with a nod.
"This is Y/N, Méndez's younger daughter," Alma explains to him.
"Ah, the Méndez." He tilts his head, trying to remember you. "You've grown up," he then mutters, because he's probably not wrong about that.
With that the conversation seems to be over for him and his gaze wanders to his sister, who is standing at the stove.
Alma turns back to you.
"I'll send you the list of everything we need."
"Sure. See you soon then," you reply and say your goodbye.
Before you leave the kitchen, you also give Julieta another wave.
Then you make your way home.
Your mother's house is on the outskirts of the village and behind it stretches the plantation, which consists of a wide variety of fruit trees. There is always something to do there. Whether it's watering the plants, thinning them out or harvesting.
It is hard work and actually you prefer to do the deliveries in the village. But your mother is getting old since your father died a few years ago, she has to do most of the work alone.
Your sister is still around every now and then to help out. Most of the time, though, she's tied up with her own family, especially her newborn.
The avocado tree is full of fruit and you grab a ladder and a big basket to pick the ones that are already ripe.
Your father was always very proud that you can make the best salads and the best guacamole's from the fruits of this tree.
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It’s rather early in the morning. You are standing in the shade of the small shed that sits next to your house and filling the basket for your first delivery trip of today. It's a bit more than usual, since you want to share the ripe avocados. You'll probably have to walk several times, even though you're already packing your basket fuller than is good for it.
You will have to walk very carefully to balance it.
It's already a warm morning, and you're pushing a box of fruit into the back of the shed, where it's still a bit cooler.
You'll have to hurry to finish before the midday heat. Because you definitely don't want to be running around in the sun.
"Hola?" you hear a half-loud voice calling from the front.
Questioningly, you look out of the shed.
"Ah, Bruno!...I mean, Señor Madrigal," you greet the very person who is standing in front of the house door.
When he hears your voice, he looks to the side in surprise. You wave him over and meet him halfway.
"Just Bruno will do."
His voice is quite soft, as if he's not sure he wants you to hear his words.
"Like Julieta."
He pushes something into your hands.
"I'm supposed to give you this from her. As a thank you for the mangoes."
It's a jar of preserved fruit.
"And I'm supposed to give you this from my mother."
You are handed something else. A handwritten note with the list for the fruits Alma had mentioned.
"Perfecto, gracias," you smile at him. "Especially for Julieta's compote."
Now that Bruno is standing in front of you, you notice that you are actually a bit taller than him. But maybe it's because of his slightly stooped posture.
At least he looks more rested today.
"Hola, Señor Madrigal," your mother calls out, who’s just walking around the shed. She has been on the plantation and is carrying another crate full of fruit. You want to rush to help her, but Bruno is actually faster.
"Let me handle this, Señora Méndez."
Faster than you can look, he darts past you and takes the box from her.
"Ah, gracias. Just put it back there with the others," she instructs him, amused. Then she looks questioningly at you.
"We got the order from Señora Madrigal. And a compote from Julieta," you explain to your mother, handing her both. "I'll be out for deliveries in a minute."
Bruno comes out of the shed again and sees the two of you talking to each other.
"I'll be going then," he mumbles and is also about to turn to leave when your mother stops him.
"Wait a minute, Señor Madrigal. Surely you can help my daughter carry her box as well, can't you?"
"Mamá!" you exclaim, more amused than indignant.
"What?" she asks you, "You're walking in the same direction anyway. And Señor Madrigal just proved he’s very helpful and strong."
You roll your eyes a little as Bruno looks between the two of you.
"Of course," he then says politely, taking the box your mother is pointing to.
You reach for your filled basket and together you set off.
"I'm sorry about my mother. If you have somewhere else to go, I don't want to keep you away," you explain to Bruno once you are both out of earshot of the house.
"I’ve got time, Señora Méndez," he replies politely.
"Señorita," you correct him. "But Y/N will do."
You arrive at the first house and you knock. However, no one answers, which is why you just put the fruits on a shady spot near the door.
Bruno has been waiting for you and silently you walk on together. On the way you meet some inhabitants of the village, whom you greet friendly.
They cast curious glances at you, especially at your companion, but since he seems to have a task, they won’t bother any of you.
"I remember your family at one of our festive days," Bruno suddenly mentions.
You look at him questioningly, your mind having just been elsewhere.
"Many years ago," he adds. Before his disappearance. "You hurt your ankle dancing and Julieta gave you some of her carimañolas. Your father told me he planted a new tree and wanted a vision of how it would grow."
"Si, I remember that day too," you say.
Even though you're not sure you saw Bruno that day. You had been very young and you mostly recall the nice music and playing with your friends. And the hurt foot.
"I'm afraid I had to tell him that the tree will never bear fruit. I'm sorry."
You shrug your shoulders.
"That's true. In the year the tree was big enough and bloomed for the first time, my father died," you explain. At the memory of him, your heart still grows heavy. "My mother always says that the tree doesn't bear fruit because of grief."
Bruno stops and looks at you with wide eyes.
"That's...I didn't know that...I'm really sorry."
You turn to him and smile gently.
"It's okay. That was years ago. And life goes on, right?"
In response, he merely nods mutely and continue walking.
House by house, you deliver all your goods. Bruno stays by your side, carrying the box even when it's already empty.
"Just one more address, then I'm done for today," you finally inform him.
No real conversation has arisen between you in the meantime, but it’s not an unpleasant silence. On the contrary, it's a welcome change from the last few men who wanted to 'help' you with your work and who had talked to you non-stop along the way or tried to impress you in some other way.
You head for the big road.
The higher the sun shines, the warmer it gets. At some point you pick up a ribbon and tie your hair up to get a little more air on the back of your neck. With a sideways glance at your companion, you offer him a second hair ribbon.
"Against the heat," you explain in response to his questioning look. Certainly it’s warm under his dark curls, too.
After a moment's hesitation, he takes it and you stop shortly as he ties his hair into a bun.
"I was wondering if it’s exhausting to perform visions?" you want to know as you continue walking.
It's a question you've thought about a few times since you heard people were going to him for it.
It takes him a while to answer you.
"When I do too many in a row. Or the visions are very intense," he explains.
That seems logical to you. Even though you feel like he's only telling you part of what he really has to say about it. He cloaks himself in polite reserve.
"When you see so much of the future, you must not forget to live in today," you think aloud.
"Si, that's right!" he replies, contrary to his previous manner, loud and quickly as if you had just said something very important.
Surprised, you turn your head to him and notice that he is giving you an intense look.
A little embarrassed, you look back at the path in front of you and brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The next time you blink at him, he has assumed his previous posture, but keeps giving you secret looks.
You're not quite sure what to make of it.
"We're here," you say instead, changing the subject.
Somewhat confused, Bruno looks up. He doesn't seem to have been paying attention to where you were walking.
"This is Casita," he states, and you nod.
"The last avocados are for you." You hand them to him and take the empty wooden box from him in return. "Enjoy them. And tell Señora Madrigal that I'll deliver everything for the dinner, okay? Thanks again for helping, Bruno."
He merely nods perplexed as you wave goodbye, glaring after you. Until he realizes what he's doing.
He quickly looks left and right and then disappears into the house.
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wwillowtrees · 2 years
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KISS HER YOU FOOL
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Stop waiting for a fairytale to take you away, don’t wait for someday.
camilo madrigal x fem reader | fluff, confessions | sorry to all my gn readers, i’ll make it up to you all soon! this idea has probably been done before, but author is a simp and they could care less d( ・ω´・+)
i recommend on listening to the song to get context :D
as always, non-beta read, we die like pedro madrigal.
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Camilo quietly stared at the saplings, head tucked between his knees as he observed the plant in silence. The boy reaches out to gently touch the newly grown leaves, fascinated by its soft yet oddly rough texture.
The shapeshifter blinked in confusion as a looming shadow blocked his prize possession from its much-needed sunlight.
“It’s going to burn into a crisp if you don’t bring it inside.” Isabella scoffed, leaning down to take the pot that served as a home for the growing flowers, blatantly ignoring her cousin’s protests.
“Ai callate-!” He yelps when he feels a vine smack his left shoulder. He turns to glare at the vicious plant while it simply slithered away.
He huffed, rubbing his shoulder as he moved his eyes to watch his oldest cousin placing the saplings on the ground. The woman smiled upon the magical house known as casita, who happily moved the flower pot to a nearby window sill.
“Carnations need 4 to 6 hours of sunlight, not a whole cook-out.” Isabella states, moving her hand in a circular motion as flowers began to bloom around Camilo.
“How did you know-“ Isabella sent him a dead stare, an eyebrow raised in amusement. Camilo mentally slapped himself for his idiocy.
“Oh, cierto, your gift.” The boy murmured, picking a flower off the ground in pure curiosity. He twirled it around with his calloused fingers as he inspected it.
“These are new, what do they mean?” Camilo asks, holding it out to Isabella. He tilts his head in confusion as the woman in question stifles a laugh.
“Those are Geraniums, they mean stupidity.”
“Hey!”
Isabella cackled in response, hunching down at the sound of Camilo’s annoyed grumbles.
“Espera, it’s my turn to ask the questions!” She wheezed out, straightening her back as she flipped her hair to the side.
“I don’t want to hear another word.” Camilo muttered, throwing the flower at his cousin.
“Oh please, you tease me all the time.” The woman rolled her eyes at his antics, watching Camilo stand up from his spot “Now, mind telling me who you’re confessing to?”
Camilo coughed, pounding a fist on his chest as he nervously chuckled.
“I don’t know what you mean-“
“You and I both know what I mean mi primo.” Isabella retaliated, pointing to the saplings that gently swayed with the summer breeze. Look closely enough, and one will see a red bud beginning to bloom right before them.
Red Carnations, they symbolized pure love and affection.
“Well, it’s none of your business.” Camilo sassed, walking past his cousin. However, before he could enter the door, a hand on his chest makes him pause in his tracks.
“What-“
“Don’t be a fool, tell her you think she’s cool.” Isabella interrupted, slightly turning her head towards the younger.
“This girl is clearly different if you aren’t even asking me to grow these flowers for you.” Isabella muttered, letting her hand fall to her side. He stayed silent, listening intently as Isabella placed a hand on her hip.
“Don’t be afraid, dreams aren’t found Camilo, or even foretold by tío Bruno,” She told, staring off to the sun that nestled behind the white clouds.
“They’re made.” Camilo’s breath hitched at her words.
“You’ve only got one chance kid, make it worth while.” She pats him on the shoulder before heading off to where she heard her mother call her name.
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Curse his prima.
“Watch out!” The shapeshifter shouted, turning into a small child to dodge the townsfolk in his path.
He frantically looked down to see the saplings still intact, the plants bouncing up and down due to the speed he was going at.
Sighing in relief, the teenager continued to march his way through the crowd, eyes wide for a certain girl.
“Camilo?” There it was, your melodic voice. He skidded in his tracks, shapeshifting back into himself before he turned to you.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Camilo exclaimed, his voice exasperated from all the running.
“I could tell.” You teased, smiling at him lovingly. Camilo chuckled nervously, fixing his posture.
Was his heart racing due to the running? Or was it because of your presence, he wasn’t so sure. Whatever the reason is, he feels like he could run for miles with how much energy your smile gave him.
“What’s that?” You pointedly ask, eyes on the flower pot he was holding. He bit his bottom lip, swiftly moving the pot behind him.
“I’ll get to that, but first let’s go somewhere private, hm?”
He watched as you furrow your eyebrows in suspicion, growing anxious at the fact you might say no. Though his worries were washed away like a tidal wave as you nodded your head slowly.
“I just might know a place.”
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You’ve only got one chance.
Camilo took a deep breath as he followed you out of town. The boy looked around, enthralled by the natural beauty around him.
“We’re almost there!” You shout, jumping over the jagged rocks that crossed your path.
His gaze landed back on you, the grip on his pot tightening.
“Mhm.”
He really was about to do this wasn’t he? You two have been friends for nearly 2 years now, and within that span of time he fell for you deep.
He was cautious at first, all the meaningless winks and flirty remarks he shared with other girls were pointless when it came to you.
Every time he shared a laugh with you, every time you held his hand, every time you said his name with so much happiness laced in your tone, made his heart flutter each time.
Hell, even by just hearing your name in a conversation is able to make him smile wide.
He couldn’t help but gravitate towards you, something about your presence made it so addictive that he wanted a taste each time he hung out with you.
And when he saw you, giving him a hand-made chameleon plush with a shy smile on his 14th birthday, he just knew he couldn’t live without you by his side.
You were the sunshine that gave the light to his sunflower. He sighed, looking down at his still-growing Carnations.
Dios mio, he was absolutely hopeless.
“Anddd, this is our stop.”
He looked up to see where he was, eyes widening when he realized this was the same place where you took him to on his birthday.
He looked around for a bit, reminiscing the times when the two of you would run around the grassy fields till the day sets.
Laying on one the many flower patches that covered the area as you told stories to one another, still full of energy even after all the running and chasing.
“I’m guessing you still remember?” You say, eyes still on the enchanting environment around the two of you.
He scoffed, almost offended at your sentence.
“How could I ever forget?”
You hummed, standing on the soles of your feet. You turn to face him, nudging your head to the pot he held.
“Mind explaining what you got there parcero?”
This was it.
“Yeah.” Camilo said, shaking his sandals to get the nerves off his body.
“Princesa, there’s been something I’ve been meaning the tell you.”
You raised an eyebrow, puckering up your lips as a sign for him to continue.
“I like you, and not in a way that friends do.” Camilo said, his shoulders tensing at the words he plans to say next.
“Ever since I’ve met you I’ve been enchanted by your beauty, your energy, your- well everything!” He cringed slightly, hating how he stumbled on his own words.
“And- I know most guys would probably give out a bouquet right about now, and I should’ve prepared better to be honest with you.” He chuckled, holding out the flower pot to you.
“But if you’re willing, do you want to you take care of these flowers until they fully bloom with me?”
You’ve only got one chance.
You stood there, mouth agape in shock as you look down at the saplings that stare happily back at you.
“Are these Carnations?”
“Sí, red ones at that! They symbolize love and-“ He closes his mouth quick when he noticed you moving to go grab the pot out of his grasp.
He looks at you anxiously, waiting for your response. He freezes at the sight of tears brimming around the rim of your wrinkled eyes due to the wide smile you wore.
You sniffled, giggling slightly as you caressed the clay pot with your thumb, holding it with so much gentleness as if it would break within the moment it touches your hand.
“I’d love to take care of these flowers with you Camilo.”
What-
“Really?!” His eyes lit up in excitement, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You nod enthusiastically at him.
Holy sh-
“Oh! One second.”
He turns around, pumping his fists in the air as he celebrated his small victory, screaming at the top of his lungs. You bark out a laugh, clutching the pot in you hands as you shook your head in amusement.
He swiftly faces you once more, eyes glimmering in excitement.
“May I mi sol?”
You scoffed, gripping his collar with one hand and pulling him in.
“Do you even need to ask mi girasol?” You teased, leaning in slightly.
Kiss her you fool.
A bud of a red Carnation sprouted that day.
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girasol means sunflower- or so that’s what i’ve learned from my untrustworthy partner: google translate ;)
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wwillowtrees · 2 years
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NOBODY
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things won’t always be easy, but some reassurance wouldn’t hurt.
camilo madrigal x gn reader | hurt/comfort | hozier songs are absolute bangers, and you cannot convince me otherwise. i recommend you to listen to the song while reading! but it isn’t really necessary. kinda hate how this fic was written, but we push through!
not-beta read, we die like the Madrigal’s magic.
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It was the same thing, every single day. The people always needed somebody else, someone different, a person that wasn’t him.
“Camilo! Mind if you turn into Carlos for a bit? I need some help lifting these crates.” The fisherman asked, relieved to see the boy.
“Thank goodness you’re here Camilo! Can you shapeshift into your prima, Isabella? I wasn’t able to finish my painting of her.” The town’s painter pleaded, hands occupied with dirty paint brushes and half-empty acrylic paints that were on the verge of spilling everywhere.
Camilo would simply nod every time, not wasting a second in turning into the person they asked for. He was the closest thing to the real deal after all.
Though, something about it didn’t sit right with him. Never forgetting to leave a bad taste in his mouth every time he thought about it.
Camilo’s heart craved for more, a pool of uneasiness settling in the depths of his stomach whenever someone calls for him.
Were they even asking for him?
He wasn’t so sure at this point, but it would be a mere inconvenience if he talked about it right? After all, he was a Madrigal for heaven’s sake! He should be the one helping others, not the other way around.
If he couldn’t be of service, he was practically useless, wasn’t he?
The teenager finally snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming his way.
“Camilo, I kinda need some help!” A townsfolk shouted. He takes a deep breath, he’ll be fine-
“On my way José!” The boy replied, rushing over to the man.
The sudden heavy weight causes him to stumble a bit, regaining his balance again once José places a reassuring hand on his back.
“Gracias mijo.”
Camilo shook his head, waving his hand in dismissal.
There was a grateful smile adorned on the older man’s face as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, a smile going unnoticed by Camilo.
The boy sighed, moving the box around his arms until it felt comfortable to hold.
-right?
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Something was off, and you didn’t like it one bit. When casita collapsed, your parents insisted that the Madrigal family would be staying at your place, not allowing them to sleep on the streets of the town they help create.
At first you were quite happy about it, getting to live with your boyfriend (even it was for a small amount of time) was your dream! But when Camilo became uncharacteristically quiet ever since he and his family moved in, you began to worry.
He barely touched his food at dinner, seemingly deep in thought. As you scooped up the last pieces of rice off your plate, you watch as Pepa began to fiddle her fingers, obviously worried for her son.
“Mi hijo, mind helping y/n with the dishes?” She whispered, placing her pale hand on his shoulder.
Camilo solemnly nodded.
“I don’t mind mama.”
“Perfecto.” She replied, placing a swift kiss to his check as she left to find her husband, leaving the two of you alone. He looked up to see you already staring at him, concern evident in your eyes.
He coughed, covering his face with his arm “I’m fine.”
If you weren’t listening so intently, you would’ve easily missed what he said with how quiet he was being. You simply hummed, not believing a word.
“You promised that you’ll help.”
“Indeed I did.”
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The two of you worked in awkward silence, sharing glances every now and then. You huffed, drying your hands with a towel as Camilo began washing the final plates.
It was unbearable to see Camilo in such state, and you couldn’t stay in the sidelines for any longer.
“Is there something wrong cariño?” You ask, leaning on the kitchen counter with your arms crossed. You watched as Camilo froze in place, almost dropping the soap he held in the process.
“Mi amor-“
“No need to lie, no one’s around.” You interrupted, pointing to the window that displayed the night sky to emphasize your point.
He stayed quiet, and you anxiously bit your lips.
“But if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay too.” You paused, taking a deep breath “Just worried about you, that’s all.” You shrugged your shoulders, sinking down in shame by the lack of responses from your lover.
You hear the water stop running, and at the corner of your eye, you see him placing the last plate on the drying rack.
You frowned, looking up to the kitchen ceiling.
“Just- keep that in mind okay? I’ll be heading off, goodnight milo.”
“Wait.”
You turn around to see Camilo, facing away from you. You look down to see his wrinkled fingertips gripping the edges of the sink, shaking slightly.
He stayed silent, struggling to find the right words to say. All the while you waited there patiently, the crickets keeping you company.
“Do you love me?” Camilo whispered, nervousness laced in his tone.
“Of course-“
“No!” He exclaims, making you both wince at the sudden change of volume. “I mean, do you love me.” Camilo repeats as he places a hand on his chest, gripping his poncho before he finally turns to look at you.
You stood there before him, blinking owlishly as you tried to process his words. Your eyes lit up when everything starts to click.
“Milo,” You start, walking towards your lover as you place a hand on top of his “I do.” you smile reassuringly, shuffling closer to him while doing so.
“Really?”
“Mhm, do you want to know why?”
He nods, your smile grew wide as you watch him lace your hands together.
“I fell in love with you.” You said simply, watching as Camilo’s lips form a flat line in dissatisfaction. The Madrigal huffed, his hair flowing slightly from the breeze.
“That doesn’t explain-“ He sassed but you managed to nudge him slightly before he continued, shutting him up quick.
“Let me finish pelotudo.” You scoffed in amusement.
“What I’m saying is, I fell in love with you. Not the people you can shapeshift into.” You feel his intense gaze following your every move as you look down, smiling at the sight of your hand being held with his.
“You are the one who makes me feel butterflies every time you smile, you are the one who makes me feel all giddy and loved, you are the one who helped shaped me into a better person.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but you talk before he could get a sound out.
“I’m not done.” You whisper, pulling him away from the kitchen counter. You gently take his other hand and bring it close to your chest, close to your heart.
“I’ve had no love like your love from nobody mi amor, and I probably will never find a love like yours. I’d be appalled if I ever saw you try to be someone you’re not.”
You take a shaky breath, intimated by- yet welcomed his intense gaze.
“I didn’t fall for the many people my lover pretends to be, I fell for Camilo Madrigal. And I bet many people feel the same way.”
You place a hand on his cheek, wiping the tears that already fell from those muddy green eyes you adored.
In the blink of an eye, he swiftly lifts you up, causing you to yelp in surprise. Camilo twirls you around, laughing happily.
There it was, that sweet melody you missed so dearly.
“Dios mio, you don’t know what you do to me.” He whispers, gently placing you down on top of the kitchen counter.
“Feel better?” You ask, running your hand through strands of his curly brown hair to place a soft kiss on his forehead.
He tenderly smiled, the moonlight reflecting on his face beautifully. You feel the heat rush to your face at the sight, your heart pounding as it danced around happily.
“Much better mi vida, thank you.”
“Anything for you.”
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So what if his hermana accidentally stumbled upon the sight of her younger brother staring lovingly at his better half while they whispered sweet nothings to his ear, shaking her head as she went back up to her room like she had seen nothing, seemingly no longer interested about the glass of water she went downstairs for, no one needed to know.
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solcamilo · 2 years
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hello! im here to request some ANGST BC WHY NOT
maybe an injured or dying reader? idk im in the mood to cry NCMXMXNXM sorry if this wasnt helpful
thank you so much for your request! sorry i took a while to answer i’ve been busy these past few days. anyways here’s the story! i hope you enjoyed it and i hope you don’t mind that i made it camilo x reader since you didn’t specify. also wanted to add that whoever wants to be added to a tag list please reply under this post so i’ll tag you in my next post!
since you’ve been gone
camilo madrigal x gen!reader
word count: 1.4k
request? yes!!
warnings(s): MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!!, injuries, drowning, MAJOR angst, camilo in shambles, grieving madrigal family members, teaaars(?), again not beta-d we die like abuelo (or y/n in this case)
summary: you went for a quick swim in the river to ease your nerves and never came out.
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You were completely tired out from the day. Running to and from the shops in the town completing your chores for your family, you decided that you wanted to blow off some steam.
It had gotten dark outside by the time you made it to the river. You stripped of your clothes, leaving you only with your undergarments as you slowly made yourself into the chilly water. That night was chilly and windy, making the water flow much too quickly for your own liking.
Now you were at shoulder length in the water and were starting to second guess yourself. Maybe you shouldn’t have come out here at this time. Maybe you should have just gone back to your bed and laid there, that would have been much safer. 
Unbeknownst to you the current had pulled you in deeper in the river, very near the waterfalls. 
You started growing scared as you moved - or rather were moved - right under the waterfalls with a force you couldn’t fight back against. You wanted to make an effort to get out of there though. You had to try at least.
You started pushing yourself against the current, putting all of your strength to swim out of the force that was pulling you behind. Your arms swung in large circles and your feet were thrashing against the water as you grunted, trying to keep pushing. After a while your arms and legs started giving out on you but you couldn’t let that stop you. You willfully pushed through the tension resting within your muscles as you started the same motions over again.
You thought you had it when you had moved quite a bit away from the waterfalls and let your feet touch the rocks. Big mistake.
You slid on one of the rocks and your body lost control, falling backwards in the water towards the current. The current pushed you against the waterfalls once more but you were completely caught off guard this time. 
Your head got submerged by the extreme force of the water running on your head but you fought against it. Everytime you rose you went back down again. You had given up fighting physically, this time tried the alternative of shouting and screaming for help. You knew no one was around that area at that time but it was enough for you to know that maybe a certain Madrigal had heard you. You swallowed a great amount of water every time you came back up to shout for help.
A violent cough rose from your now water filled chest and that split second that you stopped resisting to cough, you were pushed once more to the back.
Your head made strong impact with the rocks behind the waterfall, the current continuously pushing your body against them. Slowly you felt the world get dimmer, blurrier. The forest became just spots of color and of black and white. And finally with one last strong blow to your head, you lost your consciousness for good.
Dolores had heard your screams. She dropped the plate she was holding on the floor with a loud crack echoing throughout the kitchen of the Casita. Julieta, Mariano and Camilo looked at her distraught figure breathing heavily. Then without a second thought she ran out of the Casita and towards the riverbank. Mariano wasted no time in chasing his girlfriend, occasionally shouting her name to grab her attention. Camilo and his tía Julietta followed suit. They needed to know where she was going and most importantly: what had happened that caused her to act like this.
On the way to the river Camilo and Julieta got lost, instead, ending up deep in the forest.
Dolores panted as she tried to make it in time, hoping nothing bad actually had happened to you and that maybe she had just heard wrong. She hadn’t realised the tears flying off her face from the velocity of her run. Making an abrupt stop she found herself in front of the chilly water, staring into her own reflection with pure fear in her bloodshot eyes. Mariano soon stopped right next to her and turned to look at her utterly confused.
She scanned the river trying to find you - or what remained of you. 
“Dolores what’s this?” she heard her boyfriend ask from behind her. She whipped her head to look at him, eyes slightly widening by what he was holding.
He was holding your shirt.
“Y/N!” she started screaming, eyes not leaving the piece of fabric Mariano was holding.
“Y/N?” he asked, glancing down at the shirt in his hand with confusion. Only when he saw Dolores already in the river, splashing around frantically did he connect the dots.
“Y/N!” the couple screamed together around in the river, trying to get you to answer or try to locate you. They didn’t really know what to expect at that point, but they both hoped to hear your voice call back to them.
That small hope that had been briefly ignited within them had been quickly extinguished when Mariano found your limp body floating underneath the waterfalls.
He rushed into the current, scooped up your body and threw onto the riverbank with a loud thud. That immediately caught Dolores’ attention, causing her to let out a small squeak. 
The couple embraced your limp, bruise filled body. Your head was resting on Mariano’s lap and your wet hair being softly caressed by a crying Dolores. 
“I can’t hear their heartbeat...” the Madrigal let out in a whisper. She continued to caress your head softly, tucking a few of your wet strands behind your ears in the process.
They were both immensely saddened by the loss of their dear friend, Dolores more so than Mariano.
The super-hearing Madrigal heard her tía and her brother come to the clearing of the riverbank through the forest. She didn’t have the courage to look at them. Especially not her hermanito. She didn’t have the guts to face him while he discovered that his s/o had... she didn’t even want to say it.
“Dios mio...” Julieta let out in pure shock as she laid eyes on you. She immediately reached out to her pockets and pulled some bite sized arepas ready for healing. She bent down in front of your face, held your mouth open and stuffed the arepas in your mouth.
“Tía... it’s useless. They’re gone.” Dolores wiped her tears. She heard Camilo sobbing behind her, he was standing on top of them as his eyes never left you.
“No!” he screamed a broken, heart wrenching scream as he collapsed right next to you. He cradled your head, lifting it away from Mariano, whispering “wake up!” and “don’t go! don’t leave”. He slapped your face a couple of times, hoping that you were just playing a cruel prank on him.
Your now purple lips said otherwise.
With his right fist he started beating up his chest, letting out violent sobs and screams in the process. His tía took him into her arms, trying to comfort the poor boy but how could she when she felt the exact same?
Camilo coughed from the tears and mucus that had accumulated in his throat, all while continuing to beat himself up for how this night turned out. If only he had accompanied you here, maybe you wouldn’t have died. Maybe if he was here earlier he could have saved you. Maybe, maybe, maybe...
His head felt like it was about to break from the pressure he felt, his heart felt like it was on fire and his throat felt like he was stranded in the desert. He felt like utter shit. But in his mind, he deserved it because he wasn’t worthy for you. He wasn’t there to protect you and now that you were gone, he was at blame for it.
He tenderly kissed your forehead over and over again until Mariano had to pull him back. From an - unnoticed from him - signal from Dolores, Mariano started dragging Camilo away from the scene, with great difficulty. 
“Mi vida, mi vida, mi vida....” Camilo let out in short, frantic breathes. His vocal chords weren’t willing for him to speak. 
“I’m sorry querida, I’m sorry.”
“I love you, mi amor. I love you, I love you, I-” he hiccuped and stumbled from Mariano’s grasp. He looked up towards the night sky, the stars and moon staring back at him. “Mi luna...”
“We’ll see each other again mi luna, please wait for me.”
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sorry if this was a little rushed but i don’t really know how to write death scenes
tags: @dai-tsukki-desu
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solcamilo · 2 years
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to infinity
part 2
camilo madrigal x fem!reader
word count: 1.2k
warning(s): ANGST!!! open ending, HEAVY spoilers for infinity war, just a lot of angst so be prepared for that, not beta-d we die like casita
summary: it was another normal day in encanto, until camilo’s loved ones started disappearing right before his eyes.
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It was a bright sunny morning in the small little town of Encanto, and Camilo couldn’t have it any other way. He woke up early, got dressed, rushed down to the kitchen to steal some of his tía’s favorite arepas before breakfast even had begun and prepared the dining table along with his cousins. 
Soon after his breakfast (and a few bites more), he rushed out of his beloved Casita and immediately found himself in the town square, shapeshifting into whoever needed his help that day.
The day went by fast and before Camilo even realised it, it was already close to the evening. Him and his girlfriend, Y/N, went by the river after a smooth day of chores. Almost too smooth for Camilo’s liking. Although, he wouldn’t complain about that out loud, he was thankful to do his chores without becoming fatigued afterwards.
And apparently, he wasn’t the only one to catch on the weird vibe of the day.
“Mi sol? Was today too easy going or is it just me?” you had asked him, quietly next to the bank of the river, matching your voice with the soft rustling of the water in front of the both of you.
“No, it’s not just you” He turned to look at you with a confused look on his face and continued, “I didn’t think you’d catch on to it if I’m gonna be honest querida.”
You let out a small smile at the pet name your boyfriend had called you and turned to look at him. With a small sigh you spoke, “I don’t know if I should be feeling this way but, I don’t know it just seems very weird. I’m not trying to complain or anything! Today was the smoothest day I’ve lived so far in Encanto but I feel like it shouldn’t be this easy.”
“I totally get you. I feel the same way. But I’m glad today was more relaxed than others because I get to spend more time with you mi vida” he leaned into you more and more as you felt yourself getting pushed to the ground by his body weight. You both started laughing and huddled up closer to each other. 
But even though the two of you were laughing, deep down you were panicking. For reasons unknown your bodies were going into flight or fight mode and Camilo was truly panicked. He tried hard to feel at peace, but could not no matter how hard he had tried.
The both of you couldn’t help the bad feeling growing larger and larger within your guts, almost yelling at you two danger.
The sun was nearly setting by the time you had reached Casita and made yourselves to the dining room. Everyone was eerily quiet and it unnerved the both of you like hell. But alas, tía Julieta was there to disperse the heavy atmosphere by serving the ready made - and might you say - delicious food she made.
Everyone made their way to the table, Camilo finding a seat between you and his Tío Bruno and dived right into his plate. 
Everyone was done with their food as the full moon shined above their heads and were making comfortable small conversation with each other, and he was huddled up once again beside you on the large couch. The atmosphere had lightened and he finally felt like he could truly relax.
That was short lived, however, when he heard screams erupting from the town below his Casita. The Madrigals and you quickly rushed out to the town square and the sight that you all witnessed was absolutely horrific.
Half of the townspeople were literally turning into dust. Camilo saw how a mother desperately tried to catch her daughter’s dusty remains as they were carried away by the chilly night breeze. 
He turned to look at his own family when his stomach had completely dropped.
He saw his own mother looking at him horrified with wide eyes as her own fingers started disintegrating into dust. He watched as his father was screaming his mother’s name in horror, latching on to her bright yellow dress. He watched as his mother flew past the tall - now split - Encanto mountains as just a cloud of dust along with the other townspeople. He watched as his father collapsed on his knees, letting out the most heart wrenching scream he had ever heard come out of a human being. 
He saw his favorite prima Mirabel latching on to her mother crying hysterically, practically begging her mother to hold on to her, as half of Mira's body, too, turned into dust. 
He watched his tío Agustín’s tears fall from his cheeks as he let out a sad smile to his two older daughters before flying away as a cloud of dust into the horizon.
He watched as you, his vida, his luna, the love of his life, were slowly dissolving into nothingness. He rushed by your side, yelling your name, trying to hold on, to keep you by his side even know he knew all too well there was nothing he could do to stop this from happening. He wasn’t even sure what he was yelling at you at this point, anything to keep you by his side was fine by him. You slowly - agonizingly slowly - were disintegrating into dust right in his arms as he caressed your face, your shoulders, your arms (or what remained of them) and looked into your eyes, begging you to stay.
With a small smile, you leaned your head into the crook of his neck and whispered, “I’m sorry mi amor”. 
He watched as your smile traveled to the horizon along with his mother, his prima and his tío. 
He hadn’t even realised his own screams and sobs, he hadn’t noticed how his body violently shook from grief, he hadn’t noticed his siblings envelop him in a tight hug to keep him calm.
He hadn’t noticed his little brother, Antonio, yelling at him to not “fly away”. He didn’t notice his sister’s tears rolling of her chin as she shook him to “stay with us!”. He hadn’t noticed in the far corner of his view his Abuela crying at the loss of two of her children. He hadn't noticed his tío Bruno, too, leaving the family right in his mother's arms. He hadn’t noticed his father trying to grasp on to him with tears running down his face as if he was going to be lost forever. 
The last thing he had noticed was your smile. Your beautiful smile right before you had been snapped. Lost from him forever.
He looked down at his hands, seeing that his fingers weren’t there. His palms were disintegrating at a rate that felt like centuries. He finally looked up at his family screaming incoherent things at him. 
He gave them a smile. Not a sad one. He gave them a true, happy smile full of warmth as he finally fully turned into a cloud of dust, flowing into the same direction as you and his family had a while ago.
For now he was reassured that he was going to be with you, his mamá and his beloved tíos. And for the first time that day, he had felt truly at peace.
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well damn that was sad wasn’t it?
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