#the madrigals
kaicanto · 23 hours ago
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“He loves this family.”
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never-ending-fanfic · a day ago
Isa and Abuela Alma
So obviously Isabela is Abuela's favourite grandkid, it's clear that while she doesn't show her irritation with other grandkids (except Mira, my beloved), she favours Isa. But why?
The easy answer is that Isabela behaves in that perfect manner, always does as she's told and really, who wouldn't want such a kid? However, quoting Pepa's famous:
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Have any of you noticed that Isa looks identical to young Alma?
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Same lips, face shape, eyes, ears, hair (not hairstyle), Isa only has slightly thicker eyebrows and smaller nose and her skin is darker. Even in Bruno's vision, when he still had a problem to see who Mirabel was hugging, the person looked like young Alma.
It might have been that Abuela wanted to direct Isa's life like it was her own, if she and Pedro didn't have to leave their house, hence if Pedro lived.
Also notice that while Pepa's side of the family all wears the shades of yellow, oranges and reds (ignore the fact that Antonio's clothes are white here)
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And while Julieta's side of the family dresses in blues and teals, Isabela does not exactly match
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Isabela wears a pastel purple/pink dress and it doesn't exactly match her side of the family, if anything, it matches Abuela's magenta dress more (plus notoce how similar their earrings are)
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And when she finally breaks the spell of forced perfection and gets her dress all dirty and wild in "What Else Can I Do", it turns that deep navy color, that matches her with her family
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Do with this whatever you want
(Side note, notice how Félix's face is all serious in the gif but brightens up with an exited smile when Pepa mentions their wedding day, too cute)
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inhibited-irregularity · 2 days ago
Ok, Encanto is great, but nobody mentions how healthy and balanced the marriages in the movie are, especially Pepa and Felix. Like, Mirabel's dad is accident-prone and he marries a healer, and that's cute (also, the fact that he seem like a good father and husband), but Pepa and Felix are a perfect match. Pepa has anxiety written all over her and she struggles to control her powers, and is obviously under a lot of pressure from Abuela (i feel like she would've been the black sheep if not for Mirabel and Bruno) and I think it's lovely that she married a ball of sunshine Felix, who doesn't take himself too seriously and provides good mood and "clear skies", and a feeling of control which is evident in that "sorry mi vida go on" line in We don't talk about Bruno, but in a non-toxic way because he's clearly free to state his opinion and take the lead ("Pepi, she needs to know"). It's also amazing that he's able to do it in a gentle way, and it doesn't feel forced or like walking on eggshells, he just knows his wife well and his manner of calming her down or comforting her seems instinctive. Also, they're clearly very much in love, and he's supportive of her (the happiness in his tone when he says "yes, mi amor!" in that last scene when they're dancing and she makes her cloud rain confetti, and the fact he loves her all the same and sticks with her through storms). He's definitely my favorite side character, and I think his and Pepa's balance and parenting are a reason their kids seem well-adjusted.
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gale-gentlepenguin · 2 days ago
Gale's Analysis: Abuela Alma: Generational Trauma
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Now this analysis will be talking about Encanto, so before any of that.
Spoilers down below.
Alma Madrigal is the most divisive character introduced in Encanto. People saying she is the villain of the movie, to saying that she didnt deserve to be forgiven. or she got off too easy.
But lets actually talk about Alma.
We see her backstory twice.
The first time its told, it is stated more as a message of hope and Magic. Painting the loss of her husband as a heroic sacrifice. But then leads to the magic/ Encanto being discovered. Alma tells Mirabel that the Encanto protects them and that she will get a gift, that she will use to help the community.
The second time the. story is told, it is a lot more vivid and real. Alma's home was burnt down by invaders, and she had to flee with her town and her JUST BORN triplets. Pedro's sacrifice to try and stop the invaders was shown as more of a tragedy, showing how she broke down. Showing Alma was in grief.
This is when we see a bit more of the true Alma Madrigal.
The truth is that Alma isnt just some perfectionist Abuela that just wants things to be perfect for the sake of tradition and respect.
Alma Madrigal is a widow that lost everything and doing her best not to lose it again.
Before watching the movie I thought the powers that were distributed were random and just for fun.
Pepa's Weather powers
Bruno's Future Vision
Julietta's Healing food
Isabella's Power to grow things
Dolores' Super hearing
Luisa's Super Strength
Camilo's Shape Shifting
Antonio's ability to talk to animal's
But after thinking, all of these abilities represent something Alma Madrigal had to do since the passing of her Husband. Each power is a representation of something she had to do.
Weather the storm,
Look towards the future
Heal the damaged community
Grow the town
Listen to the problems of the town
Bear the burdens of everyone
Be whatever was needed
Be understanding to everyone and make order out of chaos (talk to animals.
The house was giving the children the powers to better understand Alma and help her work through each burden. But it ended up just having the children bear those versions of the problem. (The Generational trauma)
She was giving each of her descendants a power she wish she had. Something that she wished she could be.
But the most important representation was when Mirabel didnt get a power.
Feeling powerless and trying to prove yourself worthy.
Alma Madrigal is a tragic figure because she bears the burden of not just her family but every single person that fled with her when the invaders destroyed her home.
Because of the Encanto saving their lives, she felt that she needed to lock away her emotion and give her all to helping others and proving Worthy of the encanto.
Mirabel is the one that could understand Alma the best, because she is the only one that truly understood what Alma went through in her darkest moments, and what Alma fears the most.
Alma in the start of the movie sees all of her worst fears the moment she sees Mirabel not get a power. The potential of losing EVERYTHING she has done her best to avoid.
Her cold action and her constant need to prove that SHE and her family were worthy of this Encanto has made her turn the power/room giving ceremony into a spectacle. Made her demand better of her family, believing that things not going perfectly is a sign of her world falling apart.
This mentality explains all her interactions with her family. How Mirabel's actions that seem counter to her tradition is such a shock to her.
Alma realized when the house is cracking, that its been falling apart. That with Bruno gone, there was no way of knowing how to fix it. So Her response to this was to Triple down and try to hold it all together, to minimize damage by not trying to prod and poke. The best thing she can do is what she always done when horrific events hit. Internalize and keep quiet.
Mirabel is the opposite. She sees that the house is breaking and believes that it needs to be fixed, that they need to find the root of the pain, even if it means for a brief moment to cause pain.
Alma and Mirabel's arguement is this clash in ideologies which then brings the truth to the surface, and it causes the house to break apart. Because the foundation has finally broken down.
After Alma sees her house destroyed, losing her home for the second time, it made her realize that this wasnt the worst thing that could happen. It was losing her family. It was seeing Mirabel go missing that had her have this revelation.
Alma needed to realize how far her loss had impacted her, how it was damaging others because she refused to seek help.
The foundation was cracked and it needed to be fixed.
And sometimes that foundation needs to break down so a new can be started.
Alma needed to see what her expectation and her trauma had been doing to her family.
She wasnt purposefully putting this pain and expectations on her family. She didnt realize how damaging those expectations were.
So when people say that Alma got off too easy or she didnt deserve a second chance, i vehemently disagree.
Alma isnt Mother Gothel or the evil step mother. She is an abuela with Trauma from losing her husband that is just trying to make sense of a miracle and doing her best to try and prove herself worthy of something she had no way of proving.
(There is an allegory of the Encanto being equivalent to God's love and Blessings. But thats something for another day.)
Alma deserves a chance to see that she was misguided, to try and rectify the damage she done.
While the movie doesnt go deep as I would like to discuss this.
I feel that Alma didnt get off to easy.
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a-gay-mushroom · 2 days ago
Dolores: If you got arrested what would be the charges? Bruno: Theft. Mirabel: Disturbing the peace. Luisa: Aggravated assault. Isabela: Arson. Camilo: All of the above. In that order, probably.
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evils-corner · 2 days ago
These posts are getting quite a bit of traction, so here's a part 3 to the Q&A from Director Jared Bush over on Twitter!
You can find Part 1 and 2 here!
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I'll continue making parts as I find interesting bits of trivia and lore in his responses!
Pt. 3/?
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dos-oroguitas · 8 hours ago
shoot your shot
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Carlos Madrigal had never seen his twin, Camilo look so pathetic until he saw it for himself. Alternate title: Carlos Madrigal sees Camilo simp for you and decides to mess with him just because.
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It was another perfect day in the little valley of Encanto. The sun was shining brightly over the tall mountains that the little town had been nestled in, the morning mist made delicate dew drops on every surface it could perch on, all was well. It was a good morning for everyone. Until the Madrigal twins’ bickering had echoed from the town square.
Most residents had sighed heavily at this, knowing the commotion all too well.
Camilo Madrigal had grumbled up at the figure beside him as they walked, a boy who looked very much like him and in to the untrained eye, one might think Camilo had made a clone of himself but that wasn’t the case. Beside him was the one and only Carlos, his twin brother.
It was safe to say that the early years of their childhood was filled with Pepa’s thunderous clouds. The boys had trouble written all over them.
Even more so when the two had gotten their gifts. Camilo had the gift to shape shift as did Carlos but rather than using it to help the village like his older brother, Carlos Madrigal was dead set on doing the opposite.
It wasn’t that hard to decipher who was who between them though despite being twins. Camilo, for example had dark green eyes and his hair was curly and untamed, his ruana a mix of light and dark yellows with the chameleon patterns pointing down. Carlos had chocolate brown eyes, his hair a bit more shorter and wavier rather than curly, and his eyes were half-lidded unlike his brother’s. While Camilo donned a yellow ruana, Carlos’ had a deep maroon ruana adorned with light brown stripes and the chameleon pattern it had pointed upwards.
As his older brother rambled on about something, Carlos had rolled his eyes, smoothening out his ruana. He really could care less about what he was rambling about, Camilo’s words going to one ear and then out the other.
It was something, something.. creating trouble by using his voice.. yada yada chaos..
Then all too suddenly his rambling stopped. “Finally.” He breathed out with a roll of his eyes. Though that was a first. Camilo’s ramblings lasted a few blocks into town but this time it was cut short. His brows furrowed. Carlos craned his head to look at Camilo but found that his side was empty.
It was like clockwork. During this time, on the same path, on the same direction, he would be left alone and his brother would be nowhere to be found. It was honestly comical how suddenly Camilo was there and then the next, he wasn't.
He blinked, head whipping left and right. Did he just disappear on him again? He then looked back, only to see Camilo leaning against a wall, smiling at an unfamiliar girl. Well all of Encanto was unfamiliar to him. He didn’t really waste his time in getting to know everyone when he could just be tricking them.
He quirked a brow as he approached them, only now noticing the lovesick expression on his brother’s face. His signature smirk appearing on his features as he found Camilo stumbling over his words a little, a red flush on his cheeks.
Interesting reaction.
Only then could he recognize the person his brother was talking to. He didn’t know your name but he had recognized you as the stern woodcarver’s daughter. His lips curled into a devious grin.
It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together when Camilo had fumbled when you laughed. He snickered as Camilo’s knees almost buckled underneath him. Oh his brother was a simp. A huge simp. He hadn’t seen him this.. pathetic looking. If he could have hearts in his eyes the fool would’ve probably had it. So this was where he was disappearing to?
“Camilo!” He calls out, as if he hadn’t just been observing them from afar. His older brother stiffened at the name, almost going pale as he approached. You had turned to the sound of his voice with a curious tilt of your head and as you did so, Camilo was shaking his head at him and mouthing the words ‘Don’t you dare’ with a narrowed gaze.
This was going to be fun.
“There you are! Oh.. and I see you’re with a friend!” His devilish grin had quickly turned into an angelic smile as he wrapped an arm around his older brother who muttered a quiet ‘Miercoles’ under his breath.
“Well, hermano, aren’t you going to introduce me?”
Camilo grumbled.
“This is my brother—“ He starts begrudgingly before he was quickly interrupted by said brother introducing himself instead.
“Carlos Madrigal, muñeca. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He took your hand in his, winking up at you. “But you’ve probably seen the murals, huh?”
He leant down to press a chaste kiss on your knuckles. “And you are?” Upon hearing your name, the mischievous boy smiled once more. He tested your name, liking the way it rolled off his tongue.
“Beautiful, muñeca, just like you.” He finally says, returning to his deep suave voice.
You arch your brow at the boy’s flirtatious nature, having been quite used to being chatted up by boys and girls alike.
Carlos tried to fight back a smirk as he saw Camilo go wide-eyed and slack jawed. You, however, didn’t have anymore time to dwell on having both devilishly handsome twins' attentions upon hearing your father’s gruff voice call for you to come home.
You smile sheepishly, and bid them a temporary farewell. Camilo had maintained his composure up until you finally disappeared around the corner elbowing Carlos harshly.
“What was that for!?” He hissed, rubbing his sore side.
“What do you mean ‘what was that for’..” Camilo mocked the mimic with a roll of his eyes. “You know what that was for!”
“What? I’m shooting my shot if you aren’t going to. She’s pretty.” Carlos rolled his eyes at Camilo’s antics.
"Well, I was going to before you rudely interrupted, pendejo!" That was a lie. Although he wanted to, he was far too caught up in la la land for him to actually confess.
Carlos smirked. He had lived to rile people up and it seemed Camilo thought he was serious about pursuing you with the way his older brother furrowed his brows at him.
A part of him wanted to reassure his brother that he didn’t need to worry about him getting in the way of his little love story but he wasn’t known as mischief incarnate for nothing. Besides, if he kept on taunting Camilo, he may have the guts to ask you out for real in the future.
He hummed a little tune, smiling smugly as he nodded. He's a good brother, looking out for his older brother's welfare and happiness.. in a way.
"Better hurry, hermano. Or I'll be snatching her for myself." Carlos says, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
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yoursweetdenial · a day ago
Pepa: Why aren’t you sleeping?
Y/N: I’m to busy plotting a murder to sleep, Pepa.
Y/N: ...the nightmares.
Pepa: *wrapping her arms around Y/N* Awwww, sweetie-
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m0chaminx · a day ago
Camilo Madrigal | Perfect
Part one : Part two
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Request : No
Prompt : None
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : None, cuteness, I would warm that Camilo might be slightly out of character but my boy has six minutes of screen time, not much to go off really
Let me know if you want a part 4
Paring : Camilo Madrigal x GN!reader
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Camilo takes you on a proper date, and it goes perfectly
I do not know any Spanish so I did use a lot of google translate, so if there's any mistake I apologize, just let me know ill fix it asap
Camilo jumped over the rock, landing on the crisp green grass. "This is the last stretch," Camilo promised, putting his hands on your waist, and yours rested on his shoulders as you jumped off the rock. You landed next to Camilo who brushed your hair back.
"This better be worth it Cami," You joked, taking the bag off Camilo and setting it on your shoulder.
"I promise it's worth it," Camilo smiled grabbing your hand leading the way as you weaved through bushes and trees until you reached a wall of bright green vines, covered in small flower buds. "They're moonflowers." Camilo pointed out as you ran your ringers across the unbloomed flower. "They only come out at night. If we stay out long enough well see them, and if we don't, I can use it as an excuse to bring you back here."
You chuckled pressing a kiss to his cheek before he pulled you through the vines, smiling as you looked around in awe at the pink and white blossom trees. "How the hell did you find this place?" You questioned glancing between Camilo and the sun rays that peeked through the trees.
"I was upset one day, ran around for ages and found here," Camilo explained simply pulling you along to sit under one of the sunlight spots. "I come here all the time now." Camilo took the satchel from you, pulling out a varied selection of treats and pastries. "My Tia makes the best food, well, only rivalled by your churros." You smiled trying to hide your face in your hands, but Camilo pulled them away. "No! Your too cute!"
You laughed with Camilo this time shoving your face in his shoulder. "How come you're always flirting with me? I never even get time to even compliment you," You complained sitting up straight in front of Camilo.
"I don't know, guess I'm just better," Camilo teased taking a bite of one of the many arepa con queso's.
"All right then, I get to compliment you, and you can't deny or interrupt me until I'm done, okay?" You said sternly. Camilo raised his hands in defense while leaning back on his elbows while his legs stayed cross. "Okay, your freckles are adorable, like little angel kisses, which I might be slightly jealous of. Your hair is really soft and super cute. Oh! You have this little habit of tapping your fingers when you are nervous, and it makes me wanna hold your hand. Your smile is probably the most beautiful thing I've-" Camilo stopped your shower of compliments with a quick, soft, peck to your lips. You stopped, your entire face heating up and your eyes went wide, you could feel your heartbeat against your chest and you stared into Camilo's eyes.
"Sorry, you were just too cute when you were talking, and I got all mushy," Camilo said nervously, brushing his hair behind his ear.
"Can I-" You stopped taking a breath still in slight shock. "Can I kiss you? Properly?" Camilo nodded, resting his hands on your bent knees, pressing his lips against yours. You moved your hands to press against his cheeks as you both just basked in the moment.
Camilo pulled back pressing his forehead against yours, pressing chaste kisses to your cheeks and nose, "Your perfect."
You giggled knocking your nose against his, "Look who's talking."
Camilo went back to Casita that night, coming face to face with his family. "Ahh! Mi Vida, I was so worried," Pepa cried running up and hugging her son. "Where were you?"
"On a date~" Isabella teased in a sing-song voice.
"Actually yes, we wanted to the moonflowers," Camilo said softly, that same dumb love-struck smile on his face. "I was just walking 'em home." Pepa smiled, a rainbow growing above her head. "Oh Isa, can I have some flowers please, sunflowers and bluebells." Isabella nodded, still in shock that Camilo had actually gone on a date.
"Go get some sleep, Camilo," Felix encouraged. Camilo nodded, bidding a good night to everyone.
"Oh Tia, they really liked your arepa's" Camilo smiled one last time before ducking inside his room. Julietta smiled to herself, making a mental note to make more food for you.
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ichigobunsss · 2 days ago
Bruno Madrigal - Te Deseo Lo Mejor (pt 8)
Bruno Madrigal x O/C / Angst /Dolores being a precious spy/Madrigal Family being wholesome/
MINI UPDATE BEFORE READING: It has been changed to an O/C her name is ✨Valeria✨ I'm going to make a post about her details soon, i'm still working out the deets don't yell at me plz lolol (nothing in the story has changed I just edited her name in the previous chapters lol)
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There were many moments, that little Dolores did not enjoy her gift. . .
Somedays, the birds by the windows chirped too loudly or little Camilo would smack his teeth when he chewed his food next to her, making it feel as though someone was snapping a rubber band inside her ears. But there were days when she managed to tune out the noises. Only twelve years old and she had already learned little tricks, such as stuffing some cotton in her ears and pulling her fluffy red headband over them so no one could tell. Of course Alma had pulled the headband up when she noticed her hiding her ears at family dinners or parties. . Parties were the worst.
She'd often sneak off earlier than her family when her Abuela wasn't looking and back up into her room. Now she could still hear certain things coming outside her room, they just became muffled and sometimes would just fade in and out from outside her door.
However, there was a particular morning when Dolores truly wished she had stuffed some extra cotton in her ears before bed.
"Have . .. . been . . here? . . entire . . time?"
Dolores sat up from her bed, only hearing bits and pieces of Tia Valeria's muffled voice. She sounded further than Dolores had thought. Shrugging it off, Dolores layed back down, pulling the covers over her head and slowly drifting back to catch some extra sleep, before her Abuela started the wake everyone in the Casita.
"Bruno . . what did. . you . . see?"
Dolores's eyes snapped opened and she sat up once more.
"Tio Bruno?"
Dolores tilted her head, and cupped her hand against her ear to get a better echo, but Tia Valeria's voice had faded out already. Sighing, she crossed her arms across her chest and plopped back down on the bed. She sat there for a while, staring up at the ceiling, waiting to hear her Tia's voice again. But instead, she got someone else's scruffy voice echoing in her ear.
"I h-have to . . . get you . . . b-back. . . outside. ."
She contemplated if snooping was a good idea, but curiosity got the better of her and she slowly slid out of her bed and creeped towards her door. The voices becoming clearer the closer she walked towards it.
"Come . . back. . to me . . ."
Dolores stood in front of her door for a few moments waiting to hear anything else, but all she heard was a small creak and her Tia mumble something, to low for even Dolores to make out. She could hear faint footsteps walk across the hall on the other side and towards her room, slamming the door shut.
Slowly creaking her golden door open, she peeked her head out and quickly glanced back and forth. But she didn't see anyone else in the halls.
"I know I heard him."
She tiptoed around the halls, but saw no evidence of anyone else that could've been with Valeria. But Dolores sighed after searching for nothing, and began to turn back to her room- until she heard quiet sobbing, coming from the direction where Valeria and Bruno's room was.
Dolores followed the sounds of her Tias quiet crying and soon enough she was facing the front of her plain wooden door. She wasn't sure if she should knock. Maybe her Tia wanted to be alone.
But what about Tio Bruno?
She stood there for a moment, her fist leveled up to the door about to knock. But she couldn't bring herself to disturb her Tia, who sounded like she was in alot of pain. Whatever Dolores had heard, was clearly not meant for even her ears to hear. So she brought down her hand, turned on her heels and made her way back to her room.
Dolores wasn't that good at keeping things she heard to herself, but this secret. . . she would keep it for Tia Valeria.
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One week had passed since Valeria had seen Bruno, and during that week she had done anything and everything to keep herself out of the house. She wouldn't sleep at night, her mind too focused on the fact he was probably wandering about the house. But Valeria made no effort to see him again. And when morning came, she'd watched as the sun rose in the sky. She only managed to get a few hours of sleep here and there, before quickly dressing, grabbing her coffee then heading out the door. Not bothering to sit and eat breakfast with the family, much to their surprise.
She'd wander about town, sometimes visiting her cousins that lived at the end of the pueblo or asking around if anyone needed help with anything, as if she had a Madrigal gift of her own. But someone always needed help in town and the more she stayed outside of the halls of the Casita, the better. She felt guilty and angry knowing Bruno was still around, right under their noses. And she often wondered why Casita wouldn't just reveal him to the family itself.
Julieta had noticed Valeria's sudden change in behavior. She knew Valeria was still upset, but since their little drinking night, Valeria had become completely distant from the family. Alma hadn't noticed much, for she was far too busy with the Guzmán family and preparing for Isabela's future.
When Julieta had brought Valeria's behavior up with Agustín, he'd offer Valeria if she wanted to sing as he played the piano at the cantina to help lift her spirits. But she'd give him a sad smile and shake her head, continuing on to the town. The same response was given to Pepa, when she had asked her if she wanted to join her in the garden, promising Valeria she'd keep the skies clear. The children had noticed their Tia had changed as well. As she no longer stayed to play with Mirabel and her dolls or watch as Camilo practiced his shapeshifting to perform for her. She'd just make an excuse and brush past them, ignoring the pain in her chest. .
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Deep behind the hidden walls of the Casita, Bruno had been just as heartbroken as Valeria. His eyes would not stop glowing and he'd end up scratching at them so deep, there were scarred lines along his eyelids and down his cheek. Growing tired of fighting with his gift, he ripped a long piece of his ruana and wrapped it around his eyes. The glow of his eyes calming behind the fabric. He couldn't see that well behind the thin sheet, but he was somewhat relieved it calmed him down for most of the day. His entertainment were the small rats squeaking he felt brushing past his feet, as he closed his eyes to relax the stinging he felt on his eyes.
He'd memorized the pattern of Valeria's footsteps by now. But he wouldn't lift himself up from his spot on the floor to watch her from the cracks anymore. His heart would burn when he'd hear her race down the stairs to leave the Casita. Or when he'd hear her small whispered voice denying to spend time with the children that begged her to stay and play. His hands often twiddled around her small ring, that he wrapped around his neck with a small piece of string. The only thing keeping him close to her. .
He did this her.
He broke her, just as his gift had broken him .
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By the end of the week, Julieta had grown more worried of Valeria than ever. And on one particular morning, she had stopped Valeria in her tracks before she could leave the home.
"Adónde vas?" said Julieta, hands on her hips in front of the entrance of Casita. Valeria had almost bumped into her as she turned the corner.
"A-Ah, Julieta! No te vi! I- uhm, was just going to help- ah- Jose, he n-needed help weaving the hats." said Valeria, her hands growing clammy as she clenched the side of her skirt.
"Again?" said Julieta, her eyebrow raised. Valeria nodded quickly.
"S-Si! You know how long that can take!" she said with a nervous laugh. Julieta stared at her for a moment, before shrugging.
"Ah, well. You should have something to eat. You wouldn't want to go on a empty stomach." Said Julieta. But Valeria shook her head hurriedly.
"Ah, No te preocupes! I've been eating alot in town anyways-" said Valeria, as she tried to walk around Julieta, but Casita had slid the tiles under her so she would stay put in front of Julieta.
"We insist." said Julieta, with a firm smile on her face. Valeria stared nervously at her for a moment, before sighing in defeat and letting Julieta led her to the dining area. Valeria tensed when she saw the family all seated at the table, smiling brightly as if they'd been waiting for her. Mirabel and Camilo smiled happily and wiggled in their seats excitedly as they watched their Tia walk in, earning a small stare down from Alma. Valeria couldn't help the smile that crept on her face as she watched her niece and nephew grow happy in her presence. Dolores had glanced up at her Tia, giving her a nervous smile before quickly looking back down at her breakfast.
"Ah, Valeria linda! Come join us!" said Félix, Pepa nodded excitedly beside him, her small cloud disappearing. Alma smiled reassuringly at Valeria and she felt her nerves settling down a bit.
Taking a seat in between Julieta and Agustín, Valeria watched in silence as the family began passing around different pieces of food to put on her plate. Soon enough a plate with a pile of food was sat in front of her and Valeria felt her stomach rumble.
"Buen Provecho!" said Agustín, patting Valeria on the back a bit too rough, earning a look from his wife. Valeria glanced up at the family, who were all staring expectantly at her. Clearing her throat awkwardly, she wiped her clammy hands on her skirt and lifted her hands up to grab her utensils. Julieta's eyes peered over to her hands and noticed the missing ring from her finger, glancing over at her with her eyes raised. Valeria quickly pulled her left hand back once she noticed her stares and back under the table, quickly lifting the fork to stuff some food in her mouth. The family began to relax as they watched her take a few bites, reassuring them she wasn't going to run off again.
"Tia! You'll never believe what I lifted up yesterday!" said Luisa, but Isabella quickly butted in.
"Not until I show her the bouquet I made!" said Isabella, lifting her nose in the air with a smug smile. Valeria smiled sadly at the pair, feeling guilty for avoiding them during the week.
The family began their usual conversations as Valeria sat and ate in silence. She had gotten through most of the food on her plate quickly, but she suddenly felt a rush of nausea rush through her body. Freezing in her spot, she let the moment pass and began chugging her water quickly.
"Estás Bien?" whispered Agustín, as the family continued to chat. He had noticed her gulping her water. Valeria nodded her head quickly and slammed the now empty cup on the table hard, earning a few glances.
"Perdón." she mumbled. But the rush of nausea came again and she began bouncing her leg up and down nervously, trying to let it pass. But she felt a twinge in her throat and her stomach turn. As if it knew, Casita had pulled her seat back from the table and she quickly made her way out of of the dining room and out the door.
The family stood in silence for a moment, unsure of what just happened, until Félix cleared his throat.
"Bueno, at least she ate breakfast with us." he said. Pepa groaned and nudged his side, the top of her head already thundering. "What?"
"She's throwing up." mumbled Dolores, as she picked at her food. Julieta sighed and stood up from the table.
"I'll go check on her."
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Valiera had only gotten as far as the front yard before hurling in one of the bushes. She was there for a while, as her body got rid over everything she had just eaten for breakfast.
"Valeria? Ay, mami qué pasó?" said Julieta, making her way over and rubbing Valeria's back as she stayed hunched over. Valeria stood up for a moment, catching her breath.
"N-No sé! Ay, dios-" she said before hunching over again. Julieta frowned as she continued to rub her back soothingly. But she paused for a moment, a thought brushing through her head as she remembered her brothers departure.
It had only been a month and some. .
But Julieta shook her head to herself, laughing a bit.
"Me alegro de que mis vómitos te hagan reír." groaned Valeria, as her body finally stopped it's antics. Julieta rolled her eyes.
"Ay, stop. I was just- ah nevermind."
"No, dime- I could use a laugh." said Valeria, wiping her mouth. Julieta sighed and brushed some hair out of Valeria's face.
"Nada, Nada. Ven, Let's get you cleaned up." she said, helping Valeria to her feet and leading her back towards the house. Valeria nodded against her.
"Si, I think I pulled this shirt too tight. Mis pechos feel squashed-" said Valeria as she tugged down the string of her blouse a bit, revealing her now plump breasts. Julieta chuckled and glanced over at Valeria's chest, but paused in her tracks once she noticed how plump they were.
"Woah." she said, looking back up at Valeria.
"Que?- Ah! What are you doing?!" said Valeria as Julieta brought her hand up to cup her breast.
"When is the last time you bled? I haven't seen your sheets in the washing lately." asked Julieta, quietly. Valeria shrugged.
"I don't remember, last month?" Julieta stood quiet for a moment.
"Valeria . . the night. .The night he left. You both . ." Julieta motioned her hands for Valeria to catch on. Valeria winced, not wanting to remember, but nodded her head.
"Did he . . stay . . in . .?" Whispered Julieta, not knowing how to phrase it without scaring Dolores peeping ears.
Valeria froze, and remembered not only the night he left, but the week past, when they had shared his hidden space together. . .all night. She stood there for a moment, staring up at Casita, wondering if Bruno was somehow staring down at her through one of the cracks. Julieta sighed beside her, no sure how to feel herself.
"Valeria. . . I think you might be-"
Valeria blinked out of her daze, and quickly lifted a finger to her lips and mouthed "D o l o r e s." Julieta nodded and motioned her head over to the house.
" -In need of a bath and . . .some arepas. . A lot of arepas. . "
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Welcome back ya'll 😅 I know i got a bit of EXPLAINING TO DO LMAO.
SO WE GOT A NEW CHARACTER LMAO, sorry it's been on my mind so I just went up and added her in as the Rat Wife✌🏽
Her name has been edited in the prev chapters as stated before, and I'm gunna make a post with all her little details and stuff. (Nothing has changed in the story I just added her name in)
So in the Dolores bit, i feel like when all the madrigals were younger they had trouble controlling their gifts so i'm tryna sneak that in bits and pieces. Also i read some theories about her room being soundproof but not completely since she heard luisa's eye twitching, yada yada. So i was like okaayyy so how about she can hear things in an ECHO👂🏽 in her room, kinda of on and off depending on how hard she focuses, idk i don't have a lot of material to work with so i'm being as creative as i can😂
(this is a ✨fanfic✨ plz dont take it too seriously i'm just having fun vibe with me bb)
but anyways she def knows her tio is lurking and this is how she kept his (and his wifeys) secret all this time 😩✌🏽✨
(and yes alma has been prepping isa's marriage since she was like 12 lololol) Also ✨Bruno✨ doesn't wear that little blindfold all the time, just when his eyes start bugging out (yes in this fic his eyes has scars along them i love the drama of it all)
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mutietuties · 2 days ago
How about a picture of Delores,Camilo and Antonio? Sibling love is underrated in Disney 😔
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kaicanto · 2 days ago
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"You’re the real gift, kid, let us in.” ENCANTO (2021)
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that-siriusblack-grin · 2 days ago
ok hear me out.
Encanto’s Augustin and Julieta are James and Lily in a different universe
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sleepingvalentine · a day ago
Imagine madrigals triplets as children preparing Alma's birthday. How cute could it be ?!
Pepa picking the prettiest flowers she grew in the garden to make a bouquet, Julieta cooking a tiered cake and Bruno... Idk ? Drawing them all and writing how wonderful the familia will be thanks to his premonitions ??
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starspirit5 · a day ago
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a-gay-mushroom · 21 hours ago
Antonio: The floor is lava! Luisa: *helps Dolores onto the counter* Isabela: *kicks Mirabel off the sofa* Camilo: *lays on the floor* Dolores: ...Are you okay? Camilo: No.
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evils-corner · a day ago
These posts are gaining a lot of traction and people really love them, so I'll keep making them as long as I find cool and interesting trivia for you guys!
You can find the previous three parts here!
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masquette · a day ago
❗Hello! Here's the continuation of “Two halves of a whole”. I'd planned on discarding and deleting it, but i thought about the pride and dignity of my past self....... So here i am ᐛ.
❗I take constructive criticism, so feel free to do so.
❗This is pretty long, i got kinda carried away 😧😋
❗prepare for a lot of fluff ! !
❗not proofread, apologies for any grammar / spelling mistakes.
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The Tree by the River .
- It's finally yours and Camilo's anniversary. With the two of you wanting to drown each other in affection, it became a competition.
(I actually tried making this pretty, i beg u pls don't make fun of me)
Part 1
“ He looks just like a dream . ”
said [Name] .
“ The prettiest girl I've ever seen . ”
said Camilo .
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[Name] shot her eyes awake, a smile immediately painting her face. Wanting to start the day off with a good start, she started making her bed, swaying and twirling here and there. The female woke up pretty early, and knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep with the lingering thought of him.
She was already feeling butterflies.
“Aya, just what he does to me...” The E/C smiled, daydreaming about a certain shapeshifter. The female went over to her desk, opening a very detailed box she designed herself. Orange, green, and brown were it's theme. The box revealed many letters tied together with a ribbon, and a neatly folded handkerchief. The H/C gently held the cloth, admiring it for just a moment.
A chameleon accompanied by a star, between them was a bigggg heart. The chameleon representing Camilo, the star being the maiden, and the heart being their love for each other.
The female planted a kiss on where the chameleon was embroidered, grinning giddily. She really was lovestruck, she thought and agreed to herself. She stared at the handkerchief for another second, before tying the fabric on to her wrist.
[Name] picked up a piece of paper, words of song written on it. “Mmmhh,” She scanned over the lyrics, “Yeah. Made with love, words from the heart, a good tune, a killer voice, this has to be the definition of perfection.” The H/C haired joked with herself.
“Nowww, for the next step of the day.” She huffed, though grinning. Walking down the stairs as quietly as she could, making her way to the kitchen. She loved making things for her beloved, gifting being her love language and all while Camilo smothered her with hugs and kisses.
The cake she baked was already done as it sat on the fridge untouched, the female threatening anyone who got near it.
“Keep your filthy, unwashed hands away from my cariño's cake. Unless you're desperate in loosing a limb, though I would've done it for free..”
Yeah.... You can say she's very uhm, protective? [Name] has good intentions though, the purest. Yeah, yeah.
Now she's baking arepas! She borrowed the recipe from tia Julietta's, though adding her own twist with it. The smell just makes her mouth water. She took it from the oven, proud of what she'd just made. Then placing it on a cloth before wrapping it securely, not as tight but.. tight. By the placement of the sun right now, her guess was that it was probably 7 to 8am.
Camilo said he'd pick her up at 10, so they could spend the whole day together by the tree besides the river. It's their usual place after all. The arepas and utensils had already been placed inside her picnic basket, she just has to be careful with holding it now. The cake will be put last second to make sure it doesn't melt.
Oh and her guitar! She almost forgot. The female rushed to the stairs, wanting to hold her precious guitar. “Ah, [Name], getting ready for your beloved?” Her mother teased, the said girl smiled in response, “What else would I be doing, ma? I want the best for mi chameleon.” She laughed, and her mother eyed her proudly before laughing herself, “Alright alright. I'll be downstairs if you need me.” to which the H/C just nodded.
She went inside her room to find her guitar placed beside her bed. “Well, guitar secured. Now I'll just have to get ready..” [Name] pursed her lips as she thought of what to wear. She'd never been one to dress, only on occasions like this. Luckily, she absolutely adored her lover. She brought up a self embroidered dress, having the same shade of yellow and orange as his. She sighed,
“The things I'd do for you.”
“Isabela! Can you make a bouquet? Mostly with roses and carnations, they're her favorite. Oh, and a stargazer at the middle!”
The said female rolled her eyes, a smirk lingering on her face. “Coming right up, loverboy.” She teased. He just smiled cheekily in response, cheeks tinted pink. Isabela made the bouquet they requested.
Camilo's eyes lit up, his muddy green orbs held gratefulness towards his cousin. “Gracias!” They immediately took the bouquet from her grasp, running off to his room to fetch his backpack and a well wrapped gift.
He came across his mirror, as he tried to make himself more presentable. He was wearing a sea-blue ruana, matching the shade of his amor's. There were specs of dots, seemingly representing the stars. He got the help of Mirabel to design it. They hummed at himself in satisfaction, before fetching their bag and tossing it over his shoulders. The well-wrapped gift that was once on their desk was now on their grasp, with the bouquet at the other hand.
“Wait, how am i gonna open the door-” Before he could even finish his sentence, their sister, Dolores opened it for him. “I heard your hands were full.” She smiled, “Go, it's 8:30.” She motioned for him to get going, as he still needed to prepare by the river. The female would offer help, but she knew the boy would refuse and say,
“No, no. It has to be just between me and mi amor, just the two of us.”
The said shapeshifter grinned at her, “Gracias!” before sprinting towards the front door. “Happy Anniversary to you two.” She said, earning another grateful smile and a thank you.
“Mami, I'm going to go by the river now!” He waves goodbye his parents, “Have fun! Just don't overdo it, okay?” His father teased, “Papa!” They flushed red, shaking their head. The couple just laughed, “Okay okay, mi chiquito. Happy Anniversary to you and [Name].” They both grinned at him proudly, a rainbow appearing on his mother's head. Camilo nodded, grinning before running towards the door.
He had finally reached the river, the sent of water and nature reached his nose. They raised their head to look at the tree, spotting a tree house made by the two of them, and a carving of their initials on it's bark. They smiled at the thought of her. Really, he was obsessed. But in a good way, of course.
Now crossing the river, using the big stones as his steps. Normally they'd just slip off their shoes and jump in it, as the river was shallow, barely reaching his ankles. But he didn't want to make it obvious he's been here, they wanted to surprise her.
Once he'd placed the several books he thought would appear interesting to her, placed fabric for them to sit, and threw petals to make it more romantic. He had a set of candles ready for the night as well.
It was finally time to pick her up.
The maiden had just placed the cake inside her basket, having already changed and done her usual make-up. Her guitar was inside it's bag, placed on the couch and ready to be picked up.
It was quarter to 10, her cariño will be here soon and the female could barely control her excitement. She just couldn't wait to sing her heart out and shower him with love.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Her eyes lit up, “Coming!” The maiden went to the mirror to see her reflection, making sure she didn't look like a mess. She hurriedly went to open the door after, finally seeing those enchanting muddy emerald orbs of his.
He was holding a bouquet, consisting of her favorite flowers - roses and carnations, with the exception of a stargazer lily. Of course, the female recognized the colour of blue he was wearing before looking back at his eyes. He seemed to realize it too. The corner of their lips twitched as the two burst into laughter.
“It seems we thought the same, mi cariño.” The maiden smiled, one which sent the other onto a daze, getting lost in her presence. “You're so beautiful.” He really just couldn't help it, it was the truth. They held the maiden's hands, planting a kiss on their knuckles.
“Really now?” She chuckled at her lover's antics, “I mean it.” was all he said in response, though his eyes said so much more as her eyes met his gaze. “Amor,” She mumbled, “Mi cariño,” She caressed his cheeks the same way they caressed her hand.
“You're the prettiest dream I've ever seen in the whole entirety I've been alive.” A kiss for a kiss, truth for truth. The two were in their own world, god, Camilo even forgot about the bouquet he was holding. Their lips touched for a brief moment, and although it was only for a brief moment, it was just as special as the rest.
Their gaze locked on one another, until the maiden started cackling. “Mi vida? What's so funny?” The corner of his lips curled upwards, being affected by her laughter. “The bouquet, querido. Am i really that enchanting?” She playfully smirked, teasing her beloved. “What else would've been the reason? Only you, mi princessa, would have this much of an impact on me.” They bowed in a dramatic manner, holding the bouquet out for the maiden to take — to which she did.
“As you too, mi principe.” The female chuckled, performing a curtsy. “Shall we?” He motioned for the maiden to link their arms together. “Just a second, chameleon.” She linked their arms for a brief moment, as brief as the kiss on their cheek.
Guitar, basket, was that all? Yeah, and a song engraved on her body. The basket now on her arm, and a guitar bag slung over her shoulder.
“Wait- wait, a guitar? Amor, did you-” She cut them off by placing a finger on their lips, shaking her head. “It's a surprise.” She linked their arms again, but this time, it's not only for a small period of time. “Come on, come on! I already told mami we're going.” The maiden tugged on his arm, “Slow down, mi estrella!” They chuckled.
“I'd race you but..” Her gaze fell onto their joined arms. “I like it like this.” She admitted, snuggling her cheek onto his shoulder, as they were almost of the same height. “Me too.” They kissed the maiden's forehead.
“So,” He started, “You wrote a song for me?” The shapeshifter asked, gaze curious yet glowed with appreciation. “Of course, it's for you.” [Name] smiled cheekily, “I have plenty of surprises for you later. I swear, you'll basically drown in my affection!” She proposed, it sounded like a declare of competition.
“Oh? Well, I also have plenty of surprises for you!” They returned the competitive gaze the maiden has. “We'll see about that, mi cariño.” She smirked smugly, a gesture which he returned.
“Sounds like a competition to me, mi vida.”
“It is, and I'm going to win.”
“Whatever you say, mi amor.”
The two exchanged sarcastic remarks, just like they would on the daily. Teasing, pranks, lots and lots of love, it was a normal occurrence for the pair.
They were nearing their destination. The sound of water flowing reached their ears, making their stomachs flutter with excitement.
[Name]'s eyes widened slightly at the sight. Petals, books, wow. It was paradise. But with Camilo, it was heaven. Better than heaven.
“I did a great job, didn't I, mi vida?” He glanced at her reaction, prideful as he saw her awestruck eyes.
“It's- I'm- wow. This is absolutely amazing, Camilo, mi amor, I love it.” The maiden awed at the sight, “I love you.” She kissed his nose.
“More? Pleaseee.” They pleaded, to which the female obliged. She giggled, peppering the other with kisses, her lipstick stains on his face. They accept with glee, letting the maiden shower him with their lovely kisses.
The basket was already on the floor, with the bouquet inside. After a couple more smooches, the female rested her head on the crook of his neck, savoring their scent. His arms held her waist, chin on her head. They started humming a song as they gently swayed, “Dancing now?” The female chuckled, as she started swaying too. “You don't want to?”
“Camilo, when would I never want to dance with you?” She removed her head on his neck, arms no longer on his chest as she draped them over his neck.
“Then, let's dance–” They guided the maiden over to the river, taking their shoes off. “here.” One of his arms on her waist, the other holding her hand while her other on his shoulder. Together, they danced ever so gracefully, in sync.
Their gaze on each other never broke, feet moving by the water, it was enchanting. Their bodies moved together, as if they'd done this plently of times. [Name]'s dress flowing ever so smoothly by their movements, much like water. Camilo guided her skillfully, twirling her perfectly that allowed her beauty to shine.
They couldn't help but think of how pretty she is, she was absolutely mesmerizing. Truly a sight to see. He loved how perfect the way her hair danced with the win, loved how she looked at him with such admiration, loved the way she smiled, god, she was so beautiful.
And she, she loved how his cheeks flushed, his pretty eyes that shone, loved his adorable freckles, his hair that was so soft, dios, she was absolutely lovestruck.
Neither wanted this moment to end, even though it felt as if time had stopped. It was a day-
–full of loving songs,
“Mi cariño,” The female smiled, hands on the strings of her guitar. “This song, I wrote specifically for you.” She bopped his nose with a cheeky grin. Camilo laughed, leaning in to peck her cheek. “A goodluck kiss for mi vida.” They teased. “Luck I don't need, fuel I do. Your kisses will suffice.” She smirked.
“ I'd never gone with the wind ,
just let if flow ,
let it take me where it wants to go ,
'till you opened the door ,
and there's so much more ,
I'd never seen it before .
I was trying to fly but I couldn't find wings ,
then you came along and you changed everything . ”
Camilo was already tearing up. The love of his life, wrote this song for him. And only for him. He couldn't explain how special he felt at that moment. He felt so loved and appreciated.
“ You lift my feet off the ground ,
spin me around ,
you make me crazier , crazier ,
feels like I'm falling and I ,
am lost in your eyes ,
you make me crazier , crazier, crazier . ”
Her voice was amazing, she sang with so much passion. It made his heart melt and tooth rot. She was too sweet.
“ I watched from a distance as you ,
made life your own ,
every sky was your own kind of blue ,
and I wanted to know ,
how that would feel ,
and you made it so real .
You showed me something that I couldn't see ,
you opened my eyes and you made me believe . ”
Oh god, he was crying, wasn't he? Wiping the tears that managed to escape his eyes, they smiled at her with such love.
“ You lift my feet of the ground ,
spin me around ,
you make me crazier , crazier ,
feels like I'm falling and I ,
am lost in your eyes ,
you make me crazier , crazier , crazier . ”
The female's fingers stopped strumming the guitars strings, her gaze holding his. “Camilo, mi amor, I love you. Like what the song said, really, you make me crazier.”
–love letters the two kept,
“Okay, this!” The female rummaged through the box she bought, holding a pink letter. “This is my favorite.” She snickered. “What's yours, cariño?”
Her beloved held a box of theirs too, filled with the letters they've exchanged throughout the year. “All of them.” He exclaimed, “Since they're all from you, mi vida.”
“...That's not fair, now you're making me feel bad.” The maiden sulked, “You really don't have a favorite?”
“I mean, there is this one letter..” He trailed, shifting his gaze from the maiden to the box. They took a white colored paper, “This one.” he flaunted.
“A-Amor, are you sure you got the right letter-”
He cut her off by reading it's first line,⠀ “ Camilo, my beloved, I wrote you poems while you were gone. ”
“Mi vida, please, not out loud!” The maiden was flustered, cheeks redenning.
Camilo paid no mind however, it was rare to see her all flustered.
“ I miss you already, and I can't stop thinking about you. Dios, all I'm painting is you, and all I can do is write for you. Chameleon, what did you do to me? ”
He read aloud with a smug look.
“ I can't wait to hear your voice again. I want to hug you and shower you with all my affection. Have I ever told you how pretty you are? ”
He snickered, “To answer your question, mi estrella, you have. Plenty of times.” He kissed her forehead, “You, are just like a dream. Mi amor is the prettiest.”
The maiden smiled sheepishly, “Thank you..” she burried her head further onto his shoulder, an attempt to hide her red face.
“..but I'll have to take revenge.” She smirked with mischief as she held an ocean blue letter. Camilo's mouth went agape, “You have that?!”
The maiden nodded, “A little birdie gave it to me.” before clearing her throat,
“ [Name], the love of my life, I probably won't be giving this to you. Not yet, at least. ”
“Lo siento, mi vida! Lo siento!” The other pleaded. He knew his sister could hear them, and he wouldn't hear the end of it once he comes back! They tried to rip the letter off her grasp, but she kept him in place whilst shaking her head.
“ So since I won't be giving this to you for maybe a long time, I'm giving this letter everything. You, mi estrella, are just so perfect in every way possible. Beautiful both inside and outside. Words can never describe your beauty. My pretty girl. ”
The maiden blushed, reading the phrase ‘ My pretty girl ’ again. “Awe, amor.” She pecked his cheeks, “Can I have the letter back now? Please?” he begged with those eyes of his. The female considered for a moment, before shaking her head, “Nope.”
“ I crave your touches, your voice, and your scent. Mi estrella, my shining star. You have no idea how much I love you. ”
“I love you too, chameleon.” [Name] snickered, handing him the letter. “I meant it.” He exclaimed, “Every single word.”
“You know, I have this letter that I haven't given to you yet. So I thought it was only fair.” She picked a red letter out of the box, “Here.” She handed him the letter.
The other opened it, reading the letters contents before smiling softly. “I'm your first love?” He held her hands delicately, “Yeah.” she admitted. “You're my first love too, mi vida.”
To: My first love, whoever you may be,
Hi, if you're reading this, I probably handed it to you. You're my first love, no one's ever made me feel the same. Whether or not my feelings are reciprocated, I wouldn't help but dream of you, and I'd thank you either way. You made me feel love, something I've never felt before. It reassures me that I am in fact, a human. So thank you.
Signed, [Name].
–feeding each other sweet delicacies,
“Now these, mi vida, taste heavenly.” He moaned in ecstasy, whatever she made was absolute perfection. The maiden giggled at her lover's antics, before going back to reading a book he got her.
He visibly pouted, “Amor,” they called out, catching the females attention. “Hm?” She hummed, letting him know she's listening before shifting her gaze to him. Camilo's mouth was open, an invitation for the female to spoon feed another bite of the cake.
“Fine, fine.” She laughed, feeding them another spoon. “Is it that good?” She asked, the other nodded in response.
Their grip on her waist tightened slightly, nuzzling his face closer to her neck. “Read for me?” He requested.
“Anything for you.”
–full of sweet moments,
Camilo was listening to the maiden ramble, his head resting on her lap.
“I felt really bad about it, honestly. But I couldn't do anything about it! I just-” She immediately stopped when she realized that her beloved was sleeping, eyes closed and relaxed.
She smiled and played with his hair, massaging his scalp. “Why'd you stop, mi vida?” They were not asleep. He sat up, “I was listening.” he took her hand that was on his head, kissing her knuckles. “Well- I thought you were asleep, I didn't want to wake you up.” She chuckled and laid down on the grass, making the other follow too.
“I was about to, your voice is like a lullaby to me.” He confessed, head now on her chest. She didn't mind. “I could sing you a lullaby.” The maiden played with their curly brown locks again, making him sigh with content. “I'd like that.”
“ Oh , my little little bunny ,
the carrots are on the wagon ,
somehow it thought it was funny ,
the carrots on the wagon . ”
The maiden sang, as the other closed their droppy eyes.
“ Oh, my little little bunny ,
the carrots have gone .
It's now in my tummy ,
said the little baby bunny . ”
The two held each other in their embrace under the setting sun. The wind hushing as it blows. The pair under the tree, content with where they are now, as long as they're together.
–the scent of candles and the comfort in his voice, eyeing the stars in each other's hold,
[Name] awoke to the scent of candles burning, her beloved now gone from her embrace. Confused, she looked around for her chameleon. “Mi sol?” She called out, getting worried.
“Amor?” Tears brimmed in her eyes, “Chameleon? Hey, where are you?” She knows he won't leave her, so where is he? “You know, if you're trying to scare me, you forgot about the candles.” She chuckled.
Silence continued, only the burning of candles and crickets were heard. No sign of her beloved.
“Ah, he wouldn't. He'll be back, I'm sure.” The maiden reassured herself, although unable to stop the sobs from her throat.
“Camilo! You left [Name]?” Dolores asked in disbelief. The shapeshifter, shocked at his sister's outburst, “For a little while, to get us pillows and blankets.” He was confused.
“Well, you better hurry! She's awake, looking for you.” She scolded him.
A pang of guilt washed over Camilo, he knows how she can get. He didn't say another word, but shot a thankful look towards his sister. He hurriedly ran towards their spot, blanket and pillows still in his arms.
“Mi vida!” He yelled out to your figure, “Camilo.” She sighed in relief, wiping her tear stained face. “Sorry, I though you left me for a second. I shouldn't have doubted you.” The maiden smiled.
“Ay, mi vida, I should be the one apologizing. I'm sorry, amor.” He wrapped a blanket over their shoulders, before wrapping her in his embrace.
“I'm here, mi vida, I'm here. I won't ever leave.” He kisses her forehead. “I love you, Chameleon. Don't do that again.” She laughed, “You really scared me.”
“Never again, mi estrella. I'm so sorry,” He was rubbing her back gently, comfort in his words and actions. “I love you too,” His other hand caressed her cheeks, wiping her tears.
“and I'll never stop loving you, mi vida.”
“Neither will i, mi cariño.”
“Happy First Anniversary?” He awkwardly greeted, making the female laugh. “Happy First Anniversary.”
The two settled down on the grass,
“Sooo,” The maiden trailer off, “I'm pretty sure I won, but you were VERY close.” She smirked, smug. The other sighed, “Just this once.”
“It still counts, mi sol.” -though he couldn't help the smile that unconsciously etched itself on his face.
The two laid their in each other's embrace once again, one pointing out constellations of the stars, while one admired the prettiest star next to him.
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The Tree by the River .
January 24 , 2022 . Monday .
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i am so sorry if this is a mess. honestly, i'm not quite proud of it, but we push through! i can just edit this later so... goodluck future me i guess? ü
and if you don’t already know, the song from earlier is called “ Crazier ” by Taylor Swift.
anyhow, thanks for reading! hope you at least enjoyed lmao
i promise, my writing will improve, okay? determination at its finest amirite
but yeah, alright. thank you though, really. have a nice day, my dear! /plato
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slimescorpion · 2 days ago
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Grandkid roundup!
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yoursweetdenial · a day ago
🥀"I like to look at her when she..."✨
The Madrigals x fem! reader (but you can use any pronouns you want :) )
🦋 Mirabel:
I love to look at her when she reads in the yard. In moments like these she truly looks peaceful and cute.
🌺 Isabela:
I like to surreptitiously observe the change in her behavior every time she receives flowers from me. It doesn't matter if I give her one rose or a whole bouquet. Her smile shines so bright and her eyes glow with happiness and joy.
💪 Luisa:
I like to look at her when she wants to help me, although she knows perfectly well that I will completely cope with everything, but nevertheless she still hangs around, imagining that she controls everything.
🍪 Julieta:
In fact, I really like to see her running to me with another wound or scratch and asking me to give her some kind of pie or cookie to heal. Oh, and the very moment when she takes a bite! The smile on her face is either from the deliciousness, or from the joy of healing. To be honest, she is especially charming at a moment like this. Also it is pleasant to me, because that's how I see that my gift is really appreciated.
🦎 Camilo:
I like to look at her when she eats sour sweets. This may sound strange, but at these moments she is so funny and cute, wincing at the candy's sourness. So I try to give her more of them in order to observe this phenomenon a little longer.
🎀 Dolores:
I like to watch her when she stands in the distance and remembers me or someone from my family. While doing this, she often says very nice things to herself, especially about me, without even suspecting that I'm eavesdropping on her.
🌦️ Pepa:
I like to sneak a peek at her almost always if I have a free minute. But I especially love to watch her do her best to cheer me up if I'm not in the best mood, because she always manages to turn my cloud into a bright beautiful rainbow.
⏳ Bruno:
I like to look at her secretly when she seems to be all serious, but her inner child's habits immediately make it clear that it's quite difficult for her to stay that way for a long time. Sometimes she comes to my room, strutting around like that, and sits on my hammock, probably thinking that she looks very dangerous and "grown-up". Then, without noticing and clearly not controlling it, she lifts her legs and sits down just like a child. It's too cute for me, so I can't take my eyes off her at times like this.
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