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Encanto: Extra Gifts

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

'La Familia Madrigal!'

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

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

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

'Glad Casita's back.' Mirabel thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was then her calmness was rudely interrupted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, Felix noticed it too.

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

SUDDENLY!

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

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

"What. Was. That?" said Mirabel,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mirabel nodded.

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

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

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

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

"Si, Brunito." Alma said.

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

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

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

It was then her thoughts were rudely interrupted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly!

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

All the Madrigals and the villagers stared, gobsmacked.

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

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

Soon, the glow faded.

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

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

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

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

"He is growing!" Camilo exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But there was no answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Agustin looked no bigger than a bug.

"Mirabel!" squeaked the tiny Agustin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I found Papa." Mirabel said.

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

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

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

"Hola." the tiny Agustin said sheepishly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I can try." Agustin said.

Mirabel put her father down gently on the ground.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost immediately, the Madrigals looked at Mirabel.

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

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

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

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

Alma motioned her to touch the doorknob.

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

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

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

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

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

She opened the door.

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

Mirabel looked up, and gasped.

"Wow." she said, her eyes widening.

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

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

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

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

"Why?" Mirabel asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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cliperry · 3 months ago

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The Sun 1D live tour souvenir 27 April 2014 (x)

The audience is in a frenzy…more than a thousand girls are plucked from the crowd FROM the opening bars of their Queen-style rock anthem MIDNIGHT MEM- ORIES, One Direction proved they're now a true stadium act. With the band's effortless chemistry, a natural engagement with 30,000-strong crowd. strong vocals and a set list that moved seamlessly from ballads to upbeat pop, the lads achieved the near-perfect outdoor gig. Their latest album was written very much with their first stadium. tour in mind, giving Harry. Louis. material to fill such a large weight a venue. It was clearly an emotional night Pictures: CAL AURAND and CAMILO ZAPATA FONNEGRA From DAN WOOTTON in Bogota, Colombia Liam openly cried for them all and I even caught the usually -go-lucky Harry getting teary happy-go point. at one poin It's little wonder. Just four years ago they were teenage lads with stoto artist for The Auditioning as stars Now they're selling out stadiums in South America. The fact they haven't forgotten their roots couldn't have been any DON'T FORGET PWHERE YOU BELONG song written by Niall and McFly about the need their feet on the ground. to keep There are moments when ID happily acknowledge they are a boyband, though they are at great pains to avoid dance routines. e exception is The their far famous rowing dance from LIVE WHILE YOUNG, which sparks one of the biggest cheers of the night. Zayn focuses on belting out his lead vocal to great effect. Liam. le who has grown in confidence significantly, takes the lead THROUGH THE DARK on It's Harry's turn to take centre stage on HAPPILY the Mumford & Sons-style folk rock tune he wrote for their latest album. This is the closest we're going to a Harry Styles solo perfor mance for some time. It's his song and for once he sets himself apart from the rest of the band, playing to the crowd like a young Mick Jagger LITTLE THINGS, the Ed Sheeran penned track that saw the band first taken seriously by the music industry seth the lads sit down at the head of stage. Hugging girls They say this is their moment to "slow jam, with Niall even strumming on his guitar. Louis and Liam share knowing glances as the crowd sings along to every word. I can tell what they're thinking Is this really happening? The band have always put a lot of importance on communication with their fans during breaks One Direction Philippines Fan Page 27 April 2014 … 85 Write a comment… GIF from the music in each gig and the Where We Are tour is no exception. As Liam announced "Louis has gone for a wee, the band intro- duce short video clips featuring questions from Directioners. This is when I realise quite how young some fans are as one asks: If you could mix two animals together to make one animal what would it be? (Just in case you're wondering. Harry went for a tiger and a fish, while Batman fan Liam chose a bat and a shark) Another local on the big screen a teenage ballet dancer- challenges the lads to perform their best dance moves. Game for laugh. Liam and Niall start to pirouette. Liam ends

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I knew from the start they'd go in One Direction… right to the top < By DAN WOOTTON Head of Showbiz IT'S 5pm on October 16, 2010, and I'm sitting beside five ordinary- looking teenage boys in the modest canteen of Fountain Studios in north London, where The X Factor is filmed. joined Simon Cowell in his dress- ing room as he sat in front of a giant TV screen watching his new creation rehearse. Suddenly, there's a loud crash on the roof. Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson. Liam Payne, Zayn Malik and Niall Horan all of whom I as me. have only met for the first time minutes earlier are as startled A panicked ITV producer shouts: "Quick, get out of here. The girls outside know you're here and have started to climb on to the roof to try to see you." It was the first sign of One Direction mania and the lads unashamedly loved it. Rather tha teen, they dashed to the leaving the can- the windows to catch a glimpse of their new diehard fans (who would later become known as Directioners). Little did the lads know, situa tions just like that would soon become their new reality. At the time, they were just one act among man many n nervous wannabes including Matt Cardle. Cher Lloyd. Rebecca Ferguson, Katie Waissel and, er, Diva Fever desperate to be voted through to another week in the competition. Later that day. I I told him about the incident with the fans in the canteen and his eyes lit up. "There's something special there. Dan. Watch them, they haven't peaked yet." Sure enough, within year, One Direction would be the biggest new music act in Britain. And two years later, they were unques- tionably the biggest pop on the planet. They've not changed Like The Beatles and Spice. Girls before them. international music phenomenon. But, most importantly to me, the lads have never become monsters. Not even close. I've spent a lot of time with ID since those early days back- stage at X Factor and, fundamen- tally, they haven't changed. Yes, they've matured but their enthusiasm and excitement at what they're experiencing remains strong. They're still just as cheeky too, always up for poking fun at one another or their tight-knit staff- who have stayed pretty much the same since they were signed to Cowell's record label Syco. Here, I track the journey of

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IT'S almost impossible to sum up the last few years in the life of Harry, who has become a worldwide teen idol, style icon and, most famously, lothario. But the 20-year-old - who is brilliant fun on a night out - is still softly spoken, charming and clearly baffled by the hype that follows him everywhere. More than any other member of the band, Harry's love life has hit the headlines after romances with Caroline Flack, Taylor Swift and Kendall Jenner. He says it has caused issues when trying to But Harry has formed a unique group of friends - many of whom, such as Radio 1 DJ Nick Grimshaw, are older than him. He said: "It's nice to hang out with people who are maybe in a later stage of what I'm going through now." Despite how he may be portrayed at times, Harry has a very wise head on him.

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starlightmeadowbloom · 1 year ago

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Disney’s Greatest Lad

Sebastian (the Little Mermaid): [talking] You honestly think we should trust these guys?

Scuttle (the Little Mermaid): [talking] Hey, we having more unusual guests coming here in this studio! What more could we ask for?

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Lucifer MorningStar (Hazbin Hotel): [singing] Others say that in your needy hour There's no substitute for pure angelic power!

The Mad Doctor (Epic Mickey): [singing] Thank you, we’re appreciate, but sorry, no thanks!

The Devil (Cuphead: Casino Cups): [singing] No wait, don’t go

We need you to solve this problem

King Magnifico (Wish): [singing] Which we can actually handle this by ourselves

King Dice (Cuphead: Casino Cups): [singing] But we need him than you guys think

Gremlin Gus (Epic Mickey): [talking] Can we just shut up and leave him alone?

The Devil (Cuphead: Casino Cups): [talking] But, Gusie, he might help you guys.

King Dice (Cuphead: Casino Cups): [talking] Why being a pussy unless you’re fancy the king?

Gremlin Gus (Epic Mickey): [talking] Oh, you two sassy piece of—!

Viva (Trolls): [singing] It's me! And the band! I know you were all waiting for us!  Poppy (Trolls): [singing] I'm here! What a gas! Took a while but we’re present at last!  Viva and Poppy (Trolls): [singing] It's the band! Viva (Trolls): [singing] Viva! Poppy (Trolls): [singing] And Popppyyyyyyyyyy! 

Mickey Mouse: [talking] The fuck?

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel song #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #Disney #disney once upon a studio #once upon a studio series #once upon a studio special #once upon a studio #mickey mouse #dreamworks #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls poppy #trolls viva

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𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺. 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚: 𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩

𝙏𝙮𝙥𝙚: 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘚𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1,165

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘈𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

It was a few months after Mirabel's ceremony that five-year-old Camilo found it hard to control his gift. Despite having his own gift ceremony before Mirabel, he cannot seem to properly control it. And it’s making him frustrated so many times that it has led to tears. Dolores helped him sometimes, but the teen also has so much on her plate since the day she got her gift that she can’t help her little brother most of the time.

One day Camilo was shape-shifting to anyone else outside his house, trying to entertain the people of Encanto when he suddenly forgot to shape-shift back to himself. He forgot what he looked like. He ran back to Casita, went inside his bedroom, and slammed the door shut as he struggled to hide his sobs.

He continued shape-shifting to anyone but struggled to turn back to himself. Camilo started breathing heavily as the mirrors in his room showed him, but not his face. The young boy pressed and pressed his face hard enough to shift it back to its original state, but with no luck.

Camilo cried harder until he heard a soft knock outside his door, "Camilo? Are you in there? I saw you running back to the house and I got worried. Please let me in." Seven-year-old Clara softly said to the sobbing boy, feeling upset herself by the sound of his cries. She turned her head downstairs, seeing the boy’s family looking worried. Pepa was about to console her son, but because of her sudden mood change, the weather matched hers, making Clara volunteer to go talk to Camilo herself.

Young Camilo was so desperate to have help that he rushed to the door and opened it, revealing the girl frowning at the boy’s state. "Oh, Camilo, what happened?" he heard her ask in a gentle tone as she slowly went inside and closed the door behind her. She slowly but surely approached the sobbing Camilo, hoping not to trigger a panic attack.

"I—I was using my—my—." Camilo got frustrated, not completing his sentence. He gripped his hair and sobbed harder than before. He was still continuing to turn to anyone but himself.

Clara furrowed her eyebrows with worry and approached the boy. She gently put her hands on his face as she rubbed her hands on his red cheeks softly. The girl also gently held his hands to make him release the grip he had on his hair.

Camilo didn't know what happened, but his sobs were quieting down. He found comfort with her hands. "Camilo, breathe with me, okay?"

Clara inhaled and exhaled and slowly brought the boy into her arms, letting him follow her movements. She noticed him slowly changing back to himself and his breathing going back to normal; it made her sigh in relief.

She pulled away from him but kept him at arm's length. She reached for his hands and slowly led him to the mirror, letting him see himself. Him and her.

"If you’re struggling to shift back to yourself, let me remind you, Mi Sol." She went behind him and held his shoulders. "Our Camilo has hazel green eyes; it reminds me of earth, of land, and how beautiful the world can be." Clara smiled once his eyes returned back to their original color. "Our Camilo has little freckles on his cheeks that run through his beautiful brown complexion; it reminds me of stars in the night sky and how they form into constellations." She smiled wider when the boy was now breathing normally as his face was starting to look like him again.

“I have always loved how bright you are when you’re surrounded by people.” Camilo has now fully turned back to himself, sniffing a little while paying attention to the older girl. “You remind me of the sun; that’s why I call you Mi Sol. My sun.” Clara smiled brightly at him, happy to calm the boy down.

I remind her of the sun? "But why the sun?" He asked her as he gripped the hem of his ruana. He suddenly felt shy around the beautiful young girl behind him.

“Well, you shine like one." She smiled at him as she moved in front of him.

Camilo was in awe of her. He felt comfortable with her, and his heart was beating fast.

He was happy and calm.

・‥...━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━...‥・

Fifteen-year-old Camilo entertained the young children of the village in Encanto. He shapeshifted into various people and imitated the way they sound, although he can’t copy the way they sound, he can copy the way they talk. Especially when Camilo is a social butterfly, knowing everyone in their little village.

But everything went wrong when Camilo tried shapeshifting back to himself but couldn’t seem to go back; this made him slightly panic. “Lo siento, guys! It looks like I have to go home now; Abuela’s calling.” Camilo ran back to Casita, despite the children’s protests. He ran to the back of their house, hoping no one would see him or his state. And I was now running into an empty space in the middle of the forest.

After ten years, I can’t even control my gift! Mierda! Camilo thought hatefully toward himself. He began breathing heavily, making him clutch his ruana. A few tears escaped his eyes when he got a flashback of what happened back when he was just a little boy.

Camilo has now turned back to himself but is now fully crying. He slumped down and let himself sit down on the dirt. I wish you were here, Clara. He read the stone in front of him.

Clara Esperanza

Loving daughter, sister, and friend.

The young boy didn’t realize that the ghost of the girl was in front of him, kneeling down to face him. He cannot see her, but she can see him. Clara smiled sadly at the boy, who was slowly falling apart.

“Don’t be sad, Mi Sol," Clara said despite not being heard. “I now feel happy and calm.”

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄

i hope you all liked this :> this is a sign for you to confess lmao jk

this is my first angst so i’m kinda proud of this. this is based on my story in wattpad entitled “Just An Illusion.”

#camilo x oc #camilo x original character #camilo madrigal #encanto

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Got any unused scenes to snippet or back burner projects/unfinished or unrealized one shots?

Hmm...I got a couple of back-burner projects that I began writing a while back. I should have some snippet there lol :D

Mirabel shook her head. She didn’t want to think about that. She only wanted to know why she didn’t get a gift.

Did she do something wrong? Was it because she wiped her hands on her dress? Camilo didn’t wipe his hands so did she wipe off the magic of the candle?

But no one would say what she did wrong. All papa had said was that it wasn’t her fault and that the family still loved her, gift or no gift.

But if that was the case, they’d be here with her in the nursery. Isa would make all sorts of pretty flowers bloom and Dolores would make her giggle by telling her what one of the neighbors did and Lusia would take her on a flight by lifting her bed up with Mirabel in it and walking around the casita.

-Untitled Encanto/Descendants crossover (currently 466 words)

“A room full of royals looking their nose down at us because our dad’s a basketball coach and our mom’s a vice principal and we live in Wisconsin,” Maddie finished. “Does not sound like my idea of a good time. Though I do have to wonder why mom and dad didn’t send us to Auradon Prep.”

“Because they don’t have a basketball program and I’m not losing my star player for no reason!” Their dad’s voice called from the kitchen.

“Knew they were eavesdropping on us,” the other boy in the room chuckled.

“Hey, it’s better than them calling a family meeting, right Joey?” Maddie asked.

“Ooh, good point.”

Liv rolled her eyes. “Will you two hush?! The royal carriage is going to be seen any moment!”

“Yeah…you do know Prince Ben is a: completely out of your league and b: has a girlfriend right?” Maddie asked.

“I don’t care about him! I want to see what gown his new girlfriend’s going to be wearing! Think about it Maddie, we’re about to be shown what the kids of the Isle wear for formal events, nothing like this has ever been done before!” Liv squealed before groaning. “Oh I wish we were there!”

“So you’ve said, about a million times,” Maddie sighed as she tossed a basketball up and down. “Liv, when will you give up this dream about attending royal events? I mean yeah you were on Sing it Loud—.”

-Untitled Liv and Maddie/Descendants crossover (currently 1210 words)

Morgan, though, had insisted that the doctor was ‘Daddy’s twin’ as only a four-year-old could reason. So Robert had gone to the hospital and met with the Dr. Derek Shepherd and explained what was happening. Derek had, of course, agreed to a DNA test to answer the question if they were twins; never even batting an eye that the request seemed to come from a four-year-old.

After a few weeks waiting for the results, they were both stunned to find that Morgan had been right—Robert and Derek were twins.

Of course, Derek had immediately called his mother to ask how he had a long lost twin brother also living in New York City. Mrs. Shepherd had seemed reluctant but had finally admitted the truth. That when Derek was born, he’d been born a twin. However at the time, they couldn’t afford five children and the Phillip family had been friends of their’s however they couldn’t conceive a chid. So while they were loathed to do it, to separate the twin boys, Carolyn Shepherd and her husband had to make the choice of what was best for Robert, Derek, and their girls.

It had taken a bit of getting used to, the idea that he had a family in the city that he never knew about, but Robert and Derek had quickly developed a relationship once the awkward phase was done.

-Untitled Enchanted/Grey's Anatomy fanfiction (currently 2316 words)

And still suppressing the urge to write on the backburner either the 911/Descendants crossover or a Grey's Anatomy/Descendants crossover...or both if it's in some weird universe where no one from the Isle has to tell Beast and Belle what's going on on the Isle and the team from Grey's is sent to set up the hospital with the 118/126 acting as muscle for the doctors (Grey's is on ABC which is owned by Disney so it can still be in universe...and China's sister is on 911: Lone Star so I'm counting that as part of the Descendants universe. Also Disney owns Fox now so there's that)

#responding to ask box #ask box #answering ask box

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Happy birthday, Michel Camilo, born on this day in 1954

Happy birthday, Michel Camilo, born on this day in 1954.Best Sheet Music download from our Library.Please, subscribe to our Library.Browse in the Library:TODOS LOS COLORES DEL PIANO Michel Camilo | Documental (2014)In English:MICHEL CAMILO . TOMATITO JAZZ VITORIA 2024 #jazz #flamenco

Happy birthday, Michel Camilo, born on this day in 1954.

Michel Camilo (born April 4, 1954) is a Dominican pianist and composer. He specializes in jazz, Latin and classical piano work. Camilo was born into a musical family and as a young child showed aptitude for the accordion that his parents gave him. Although he enjoyed the accordion, it was his grandparents' piano that sparked his interest the most, so at the age of 9 he asked his parents to buy him one. Their response was to first send him to the Elementary Music School, part of the National Conservatory, and then a year later to grant his wish.

The formal system of the music school taught Camilo to play in the classical style, and by age 16 he was playing with the National Symphony Orchestra of the Dominican Republic. Michel Camilo comments on his first encounter with the sounds of jazz, in an interview with the All About Jazz website: "The first time I heard jazz was when I was 14 and a half. I heard the great Art Tatum on the radio playing his solo piano rendition of 'Tea for Two.' That immediately caught my ear. I just wanted to soak it in, to learn to play that style. Then I found out it was jazz." Camilo studied for 13 years at the National Conservatory, and whilst developing his strong classical abilities was also heavily influenced by the bebop tradition, and by the contemporary jazz of Herbie Hancock, Keith Jarrett, Chick Corea and Amilton Godoy (Zimbo Trio's pianist). His influences at this time also included Horace Silver, Erroll Garner, and the ragtime music of Scott Joplin.

When the Harvard University Jazz Band visited the Dominican Republic and heard Camilo at a jam session, the bandleader encouraged him, 'You should be in the States', and so the idea was planted. In 1979, Michel Camilo moved to New York to study at Mannes College and at The Juilliard School, and broke onto the international stage in 1983 when Tito Puente's pianist was unable to make a concert at the Montreal Jazz Festival. On a recommendation, without hearing him, Puente asked Camilo to play. Cuban reed man Paquito D'Rivera was in the audience and offered him a place in his band. For four years, Camilo toured internationally with D'Rivera and recorded two albums with him.

Camilo's emergence as a star in his own right began around 1985, the year he debuted with his trio at Carnegie Hall.

In that same year he toured Europe with Paquito D’Rivera's quintet, and recorded his first album, Why Not?, for Japan's King label. His album Suntan/In Trio had a trio with Anthony Jackson on the bass and Dave Weckl on the drums. In 1988, Michel Camilo debuted on a major record label, Sony, with the release of Michel Camilo, which became a bestseller and held the top jazz album spot for ten consecutive weeks. Special guests joined in with Camilo, such as percussionist Sammy Figueroa and tap dancer Raul. Other bestselling albums followed, and so did the accolades, including a Grammy and an Emmy. Camilo's collaborative 2000 album with flamenco guitarist Tomatito Spain won Best Latin Jazz Album in the first Latin Grammy Awards.

As well as being an outstanding performer, Camilo is a talented composer and has written scores for several Spanish language films including Los peores años de nuestra vida and the award-winning Amo tu cama rica. Michel Camilo tours extensively, and lectures in Europe, the US, and in the Conservatory of Music of Puerto Rico. He holds numerous honorary degrees, a Visiting Professorship and a Doctorate at Berklee College of Music, and has been honored in his home country by being named a Knight of the Heraldic Order of Christopher Columbus, and being awarded the Silver Cross of the Order of Duarte, Sanchez & Mella.

Camilo's regular trio lineup for many years had his long-term friends Anthony Jackson on contrabass guitar and Cliff Almond on drums. Charles Flores has occupied the trio's bass seat since their Grammy-winning album Live at the Blue Note. Lately Camilo has drummer Dafnis Prieto as part of his trio. This new trio released the album Spirit of the Moment in April 2007. Other musicians he has played with include Tito Puente, Paquito D'Rivera, Dizzy Gillespie, Katia Labèque, Toots Thielemans, Airto Moreira, Chuck Mangione, Stanley Turrentine, Claudio Roditi, Nancy Alvarez, Mongo Santamaría, George Benson, Eddie Palmieri, Jon Faddis, Gonzalo Rubalcaba, Lew Soloff, Tania Maria, Jaco Pastorius, Patato, Randy Brecker, Michael Brecker, Chuck Loeb, Giovanni Hidalgo, Guarionex Aquino, Wynton Marsalis, Dave Valentin, Flora Purim, Delfeayo Marsalis, Chucho Valdés, Joe Lovano, Herbie Hancock, Tomatito, John Patitucci, David Sanchez, Hiromi Uehara, Cachao, Marco Rizo, Marcus Roberts, Steve Gadd, Danilo Perez, Gary Burton, Billy Taylor, Dave Weckl, Hilton Ruiz, Roy Hargrove, Romero Lubambo, Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen, Leny Andrade, Bireli Lagrene, Marian McPartland, Leonard Slatkin, Arturo Sandoval, Frank Colón, Aisha Syed Castro, Béla Fleck, Lou Marini, Cliff Almond, Juan Luis Guerra 4.40, Mark Walker.

Michel Camilo is one of the ambassadors to Music Traveler GmbH, together with Billy Joel, Hans Zimmer, John Malkovich, Sean Lennon, Adrien Brody. Michel Camilo Discography (on Wikipedia) Michel Camilo: Official Website

TODOS LOS COLORES DEL PIANO Michel Camilo | Documental (2014)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUbl32O2xCU “Desde niño he tenido mucha sensibilidad con la naturaleza, uno, no ve un verde, ve muchos verdes, todos esos tonos diferentes existen en el sonido y simplemente lo que tiene uno es que tratar de darse cuenta, hasta donde está la amplitud de un color, donde está el brillo, donde está lo más tenue, ahí uno empieza a bregar con la luz, con el color, y la luz y el color se puede traducir todo en música, eso es lo que yo trato de hacer en el piano” “Michel Camilo: todos los colores del piano. ” No podía haber un título más adecuado para este documental que protagoniza el pianista y compositor nacido en la República Dominicana. Y es que Camilo, en cada concierto, o nuevo proyecto discográfico, siempre sorprende a todo el mundo con una asombrosa capacidad para extraer del piano la más amplia gama de colores, texturas y sonidos. Su vertiente latina, por su origen caribeño, está presente la mayoría de sus composiciones, como el mismo afirma: “Mucha gente no entiende los colores ultra brillantes que existen en mi música, pero se olvidan de que yo vengo del Caribe y en el Caribe hay huracanes, hay una pasión fuerte en la vida…" “Cuando toco el piano, a veces, me dicen que parece que las teclas van a salir por los aires…” Michel Camilo es como una “fuerza de la naturaleza”, como un huracán. Es célebre por su técnica brillante y espectacular, su sentido del ritmo, y el virtuosismo en el piano, pero, también, es un músico muy delicado, que puede tocar baladas maravillosas o suaves melodías, escritas por él mismo, o por los grandes compositores del jazz y la música clásica. Acompañamos a Michel Camilo en sus giras que son vertiginosas y polifacéticas. Camilo compagina una auténtica “jam session” con su trío, en un club de jazz, una noche y al día siguiente ofrece un concierto junto a una orquesta sinfónica en un gran Auditorio o bien se presenta en un Festival a dúo con el guitarrista español “Tomatito”. Para Camilo, en la música se “rompieron ya las barreras”: siempre señala que Gershwin se encargó de “poner un traje de frac” al jazz, es decir “sacarlo de los clubs” y llevarlo a las grandes salas de conciertos. Pues bien, como podemos ver en este documental, y siguiendo con la misma metáfora, parece que Camilo se ha propuesto introducir la “camisa típica de músico de jazz latino” en los más “distinguidos” escenarios y junto a las más célebres orquestas de repertorio clásico. Siempre al final de los conciertos le piden un “bis” o “propina”, y él aprovecha para interpretar sus propios temas o clásicos del jazz con improvisaciones, de una forma tan poco usual, que provoca auténticas pasiones entre las audiencias más tradicionales. Pero además, con su eclecticismo y elegancia, Michel ha conseguido introducir ese “aroma” clásico suyo y muy personal, en los círculos o “refugios” de los incondicionales del jazz más selecto. Camilo nos explica lo que para él es “Un lugar en el tiempo”, título de una de sus composiciones y que hace referencia a la “magia” del directo en los conciertos: “El arte es el lenguaje más íntimo del alma“ “Al fin y al cabo, el arte es el lenguaje más íntimo del alma, que es poderosísimo, que es lo que hace que un público sonría, con los sonidos, y que se le acelera el pulso, que pueda llorar, que puedan recordarse a sus seres queridos, hay algo de misterio en todo esto…” “Cuando te vuelves artista, ya no músico, si no artista, tratas de dominar ese lenguaje, que es el lenguaje que nos une a todos, y que hace que todo el mundo vibre.” “Ese lugar en el tiempo, es una zona de encuentro, un aposento alto, donde todo el mundo entra, si logramos que se nos unan en ese momento, en base al sonido, que al fin y al cabo también es aire en movimiento, ahí se forma la magia, lo que llaman los gitanos el duende, o se aparece el ángel, y eso es lo que todo artista persigue, comunicar con su público, y que todo el mundo se vuelva uno solo, aunque, sea en ese momento y se encuentre en ese lugar en el tiempo.” Michel Camilo nació en la República Dominicana, hace sesenta años, en una familia con una gran afición por la música. Camilo ha dedicado toda su vida a la música, desde que era muy pequeño, empezó sus primeros “pinitos” en la composición de piezas sencillas. Tras sus estudios en el Conservatorio, formó parte de la Orquesta Sinfónica Nacional de su país. Más tarde, se trasladó a Nueva York donde completó su formación musical en la prestigiosa “Julliard School”, trabajando a la vez en los “fosos” de los grandes musicales de Broadway y en los famosos clubes de jazz de la ciudad. En 1985 debutó con su trío en el Carnegie Hall de Nueva York, un año más tarde aparece como líder en los carteles de los grandes Festivales de Jazz de toda Europa. Desde entonces, su carrera es imparable, cada temporada sus giras y presentaciones le llevan por los principales escenarios de todo el mundo, bien, en solitario, con su trío, o con una “big band”, o una gran orquesta. Además ese mismo año 1985 inicia una enorme carrera discográfica, con la que ha ganado varios premios Grammy, el último de ellos lo recibió el pasado año por su disco en solitario “Whats up”. “Yo creo que tuve la ventaja de cómo tocaba tan desde niño, desde los cuatro años y medio, y la familia siempre te celebraba… todos me celebraban desde niño… pues uno le pierde el miedo escénico, siempre tocaba delante de alguien. Y cuando me siento delante de un público no hay nervios, fíjate que ni me tiemblan los dedos, al contrario, me siento y conecto con la música y lo importante, ponerte al servicio de la música y de manera que no haya el ego, el ego es lo más difícil para un artista, si comienzas a pensar en otras cosas, ahí se pierde el hilo musical y el discurso musical, el mensaje del compositor.”

In English: 'Michel Camilo: all the colours of the piano. 'There could not be a more appropriate title for this documentary starring the pianist and composer born in the Dominican Republic. Camilo, in each concert, or new recording project, always surprises everyone with an amazing ability to extract from the piano the widest range of colors, textures and sounds. His Latin side, due to his Caribbean origin, is present in most of his compositions, as he himself states: 'Many people do not understand the ultra-bright colors that exist in my music, but they forget that I come from the Caribbean and in the Caribbean there are hurricanes, there is a strong passion in life…' Michel Camilo is like a 'force of nature', like a hurricane. He is famous for his brilliant and spectacular technique, his sense of rhythm, and virtuosity on the piano, but he is also a very delicate musician, who can play wonderful ballads or soft melodies, written by himself, or by the great composers of jazz and classical music. We accompany Michel Camilo on his tours that are dizzying and multifaceted. Camilo combines an authentic 'jam session' with his trio, in a jazz club, one night and the next day he gives a concert with a symphony orchestra in a large auditorium or performs at a Festival in duo with the Spanish guitarist 'Tomatito'. For Camilo, in music 'the barriers have already been broken': he always points out that Gershwin was in charge of 'putting a tailcoat suit' on jazz, that is, 'taking it out of the clubs' and taking it to the big concert halls. Well, as we can see in this documentary, and continuing with the same metaphor, it seems that Camilo has set out to introduce the 'typical shirt of a Latin jazz musician' on the most 'distinguished' stages and with the most famous orchestras of classical repertoire. Always at the end of the concerts they ask him for an 'encore' or 'tip', and he takes the opportunity to interpret his own songs or jazz classics with improvisations, in such an unusual way, that it provokes real passions among the most traditional audiences. But in addition, with his eclecticism and elegance, Michel has managed to introduce that classic and very personal 'aroma' of his, in the circles or 'refuges' of the most select jazz stalwarts. 'Since I was a child I have had a lot of sensitivity to nature, you don't see a green, you see a lot of greens, all those different tones exist in the sound and simply what you have is to try to realize, how far is the amplitude of a color, where is the brightness, where is the dimtest, there you begin to struggle with light, With color, and light and color you can translate everything into music, that's what I try to do on the piano.' 'When I play the piano, sometimes, they tell me that it seems that the keys are going to go up in the air…' Camilo explains to us what for him is 'Un lugar en el tiempo', the title of one of his compositions and which refers to the 'magic' of live performances in concerts: 'Art is the most intimate language of the soul' 'After all, art is the most intimate language of the soul, which is very powerful, which is what makes an audience smile, with the sounds, and that their pulse quickens, that they can cry, that they can remember their loved ones, there is something of mystery in all this…' 'When you become an artist, no longer a musician, but an artist, you try to master that language, which is the language that unites us all, and that makes the whole world vibrate.' 'That place in time, is a meeting area, an upper room, where everyone enters, if we manage to get them to join us at that moment, based on the sound, which after all is also air in movement, that's where the magic is formed, what the gypsies call the duende, or the angel appears, And that is what every artist pursues, to communicate with his audience, and for everyone to become one, even if it is at that moment and is in that place in time.' Michel Camilo was born in the Dominican Republic, sixty years ago, into a family with a great fondness for music. Camilo has dedicated his whole life to music, since he was very young, he began his first 'steps' in the composition of simple pieces. After his studies at the Conservatory, he was part of the National Symphony Orchestra of his country. Later, he moved to New York where he completed his musical training at the prestigious 'Julliard School', working both in the 'pits' of the great Broadway musicals and in the famous jazz clubs of the city. In 1985 he made his debut with his trio at Carnegie Hall in New York, a year later he appeared as a leader in the posters of the major Jazz Festivals throughout Europe. Since then, his career has been unstoppable, every season his tours and presentations take him to the main stages around the world, either alone, with his trio, or with a 'big band', or a large orchestra. In addition, that same year 1985 he began a huge recording career, with which he has won several Grammy awards, the last of which he received last year for his solo album 'Whats up'. 'I think I had the advantage of how I played so much since I was a child, since I was four and a half years old, and the family always celebrated you… everyone celebrated me since I was a child… because you lose your stage fright, he always played in front of someone. Read the full article

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Hello! Could you do a small scenario or hcs with camillo with a crush who's known to be kind of a "it" girl in a way (like shes very pretty, shes kind, and shes smart always getting great grades), But one day he sees her crying due to the fact that she gets alot of pressure from her parents to be 'perfect' ¡Gracias y que tenga un buen dia!

Estrella

In which Camilo Madrigal had been crushing on the town's estrella. And you, the town's estrella, is crushing on him. Though being the town's little star wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sometimes stars flicker.

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‹𝟹 Isabela Madrigal isn’t the only ‘It’ girl in the little town of Encanto, You were one of them, at fifteen years old you have accomplished a lot more than the average kid your age.

‹𝟹 Never without a smile, you always managed to brighten up anyone’s days with just a simple ‘hello’ or ‘hi’

‹𝟹 At the top of the local school’s class on your age division and you were already aiming to be the top of the school in general. Material girl 😌✨💕

‹𝟹 Kindness and beauty go hand in hand and in your case? that cannot be more than true.

‹𝟹 You may as well be blessed by the gods as you, my dear, are beauty and grace but can and will definitely sock someone in the face.

‹𝟹 Suitors were already lining up at your doors, mothers and fathers flocked around you, speaking of their children in a positive light in hopes you'd be interested in them. Camilo was tempted to speak to his Abuela to put in a good word for him before deciding that no, he would make an effort himself!

‹𝟹 To say that you were adored was an understatement. If Isabela was the golden child, you were the town’s estrella, the town’s little star.

‹𝟹 You were also adored by Alma who always invited you to converse or walk with her during her daily walks around Encanto. She would even invite you to dinners.

‹𝟹 “Everything must be perfect, (Name). And you, my little estrella, should always be a good example to the young ones and people your age.” She would say.

‹𝟹 “Sí, Señora Madrigal.” You would say with a perfect practiced smile and she would shake her head. “Ay, mi estrella, call me Abuela.” She would insist. Something tells her you’re going to be calling her that someday, might as well start now.

‹𝟹 Surprisingly, you were Isabela’s friend. She treated you like a little sister would, albeit not quite like how she treats Mirabel. You were like her. And although she cannot lessen the pressure on you, she would be the shoulder you would cry on when everything was too much.

‹𝟹 You were also Mirabel’s best friend. She would see the parts of you that no one else could see and behind that perfection was just someone who wanted to be herself for once without people looking so intensely.

‹𝟹 This meant that you were more or less a face to see when one walks into Casita. You could have practically lived there.

‹𝟹 Long story short you were admired and loved because you were ‘perfect’.

‹𝟹 Though unbeknownst to you, you were more than adored by the villagers as the shapeshifter that was Camilo Madrigal, had also adored you. Maybe even more than that.

‹𝟹 When you would walk pass, he was mesmerized, his eyes following your figure with a stupid expression on his face.

‹𝟹 You had once smiled at him in the streets and murmured a quick ‘hello’ and he had immediately started shifting to the different citizens of Encanto as well as his family members before he had settled into a mismatched version of himself.

‹𝟹 You would blink before giggling which made him even more flustered, muttering a quick ‘Adiós!’ and rushing off, bumping into people clumsily.

‹𝟹 What did Camilo Madrigal see in you, you ask?

‹𝟹 Camilo Madrigal fell in love with your kindness. Although you may not remember it, after a particularly bad run-in with one of his pranks, instead of pointing fingers at him, you had taken the blame instead.

‹𝟹 When a dinner with the Madrigals had occurred, you would ask for seconds and suddenly on his plate there would be a few arepas or empanadas.

‹𝟹 He would look around before looking across the table and seeing you looking away, but not missing how your plate was now empty.

‹𝟹 He would continue to stare until you turn to him with the sweetest smile that had honestly rivaled his mamá’s sunny days. He choked on his arepas, turning into his papá, abuela, Isabela, then back to himself again. Yeah that was a common occurrence.

‹𝟹 Camilo Madrigal was absolutely in love with you.

‹𝟹 And yet he was convinced you didn’t even know him.

‹𝟹 Who was he lying to, of course you did. Though unlike him, it wasn’t love at first sight but rather, jealousy. You envied him to say the least. What must it be like to be free to act and do whatever without consequence? He can goof off, play pranks and tricks but you had to uphold that picture perfect image that your parents wanted you to have.

‹𝟹 But even as you had first felt jealousy when you first saw him, the days you’d bump into him or the dinners you’ve shared with the family, all you can think about was the curly haired boy whose ruana resembled the sun and you felt your cheeks warm up.

‹𝟹 And then you were smitten too. Carelessly tossed to the throes of love. And you convinced yourself that it wasn’t love.. not THAT kind of love. Puppy love maybe? A crush?

‹𝟹 Whatever the case is, you’re two dummies who are so into one another you’re painfully oblivious to each other’s feelings.

‹𝟹 Smart with math but stupid with love. You didn’t get it. You couldn’t get it, somehow.

‹𝟹 Maybe that would change.

‹𝟹 Even stars get a little dim in the night time. And you felt like a star flickering out of shine when you sneaked out of your room after a dinner with your parents who had insisted you needed to do better in your classes. Get extra points. Do whatever it takes to outdo everyone.

‹𝟹 You wanted to have a nice dinner, maybe even relax and not act so ‘perfect’ in your own home but they wouldn’t stop pestering about every little thing.

‹𝟹 Your posture, your hair, the way you would eat, the way you would sit, do this, do this but better and by the end of the dinner you were in no mood to eat anymore.

‹𝟹 You slipped out of your room, freezing and the candle in your hand flickering as you made your way into the peaceful streets of Encanto. You often did this, too many times you have run off in the night only to return in the morning where your parents were still asleep, oblivious as to how you were breaking under the pressure behind closed doors and you would rinse and repeat this routine every day.

‹𝟹 You made your way to the river. The very same one where the Madrigals had acquired their miracle.

‹𝟹 Oblivious to the shapeshifter that followed along after spotting you leaving town from the window of his room.

‹𝟹 Pulling your knees up to your chest as you started sobbing out your grief. The flowing river silenced your cries as you poured your heart out. You shouted your troubles, the pressure that threatened to break you, the things you had to uphold.

‹𝟹 After you were done with your breakdown, your throat was sore, and your eyes bloodshot with dried tear streaks on your cheeks, you gazed at the rushing rivers’ waters. Getting lost in the comforting noise that was the forest.

‹𝟹 You were getting cold however and before you knew it, a familiar ruana was gently placed on your shoulder and a figure sat beside you, gently pulling you into a warm embrace.

‹𝟹 You had lifted your head up, eyes meeting Camilo’s who offered you a sheepish smile. And you had leaned into his warmth, shoulders shaking as you tried to explain yourself and he just shook his head.

‹𝟹 “You don’t need to say anything, mi estrella.” And you don’t. You let yourself be held by the boy with the ruena that resembled the sun.

was very tempted into making this a one shot. As you can see I got very carried away. I hope I did well for this request! Thank you for the anon requesting it! ¡Gracias y espero que les guste!

I hope I didn't butcher that, I don't have any translators except for google translate--

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fleetingvow · 3 years ago

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𓏹 Fallen Debris .

Camilo Madrigal x GN!Reader

Author's Note. You guys seem to be a sucker for angst just like I am, so here you go! A little contribution to the list of Tumblr's angsty Camilo fics. I never thought I'd be motivated to write again. Even as simple as getting comments and notes really does a lot to someone, and I'm grateful for it all! I also cried while writing some of the parts so I hope that's worth it. Here's a fic made especially with love, constant repeat of dos oruguitas for setting up the mood, and tears.

Category — imagine, angst, romance.

Notes and Warnings — english not being the author's first language, second person's point of view, camilo being angry and saying hurtful words, bullying, mentions of blood.

Summary — after the disastrous dinner where Mariano and Isabella were supposed to come out engaged, you and Camilo had an extremely heated argument about Bruno after defending him causing your relationship to deteriorate completely. You were there when Mirabel and Abuela fought causing the downfall of Casita — you along with it.

And when Camilo found your unresponsive figure underneath the piles and rubbles of the fallen shelter's debris, well . . . ( 8.45k words )

You didn't know how you ended up here, chest heaving filled with disdain towards the boy you used to adore in front of you. You started the day so happy. How could you end up like this? It was all joyous. The day was clear and harmonious. How did this all happen?

You frowned at the Madrigal who mirrored you.

See, you were one of the townspeople that helped with La Casita. Needless to say, you were the painter of the town. You created portraits and arts all across Encanto since you turned 10. You were an art prodigy, the star of brushes and paints. You created a special bond with Camilo Madrigal and the live house itself, and from then on, you became someone in every step of La Casa Madrigal's ground.

Camilo was so bright then. He always asked you to come over to paint this and that, to teach him how to stroke a line with a brush, how to create an outline, and finish an art with your very secret technique called showing the canvas with love and affection. He found it silly, but he never did mind.

Despite the countless paintings in his room, Camilo only had eyes for you. Only you, and nothing else. He thought you were the most priceless art he's ever seen. Your colours were so vibrant, especially your eyes. The way your creator outlined you as a whole fascinated him, he wanted to learn how to paint just so he could make so many images of you.

Everyone didn't know what to make of him when he started becoming so fond of Encanto's art prodigy. He never ended a day without mentioning you or your works. He would always say such things as, "I wonder if they were born perfect," or "The world is a better place with them around."

You heard this all from Mirabel complaining how her cousin just wouldn't shut up about you or your "flowy hair", she playfully cringed.

So, when he confessed his feelings and found out you reciprocated it, he was over the moon, so past cloud 9 that he could just die the happiest man right there and then.

When that happened, you came more often, giving excuses that you wanted to give Pepa a gift. You did, but you stayed longer that everyone thought Casita held you hostage. Kidding aside, the family loved your paintings, causing them to keep asking for more and more until you found one peculiar spot when you were examining a framed photo. Casita warned you not to go, but you were curious as to what was there.

Needless to say, you gained awareness of the purest 'missing' Madrigal living inside the walls and became the best of friends.

And when you did, you were protective and secretive of his existence just like he asked — no, practically begged of you.

So, when you were invited to dine with the Madrigals, expecting the proposal of Mariano to Isabella, you kept a few foods on your plate for Bruno to have later. He can't just keep grabbing leftovers from the kitchen counters. You looked over at Camilo who sat across from you and smiled. Much to your dismay, he did not return the gesture. Your significant other has been cold these past few days and you were not sure why.

That's when you noticed Dolores, Mirabel, and Tío Agustín acting strange. What was going on?

A few more disasters later, the truth was out and everyone was soaked with Tía Pepa's rain. Luisa's powers were gone, Isabella was angry, Camilo was a half Mariano, half baby, the actual Mariano and his concerned mother were sat there panicking, and basically everyone was out of it. All because of Bruno and his last vision. You didn't understand the reaction. You didn't know about this, but why?

"Why does it seem like you believe Tío Bruno made this prophecy? I know he could never do such a thing like this. He can only read the future, not make it. It's not his fault nor Mirabel's!" You stated as everyone looked at you, incredulous. Abuela dropped her fork at your words as if it gave so much more information than what it should have.

"Y/N!" Camilo called and frowned at you. He looked at his abuela and awkwardly let out a laugh, "I'm so sorry, Abuela. She must have eaten something."

You scoffed. How was that possible?

"No, Camilo. I don't understand why everyone seems so against him when he did nothing wrong." You continued. Pepa's cloud thundered. You slightly jumped at that. Oh, no. You were making everyone mad, but you had to defend your best friend. Your fifty-year-old best friend who spent a decade alone with his rat friends in those cracking walls, patching them as the family slowly fell apart.

"Do you know where Bruno is?" the head of the Madrigals suddenly asked.

Uh-oh. You didn't think of that. You shook your head and simply stated an apology to cover your lies. "I don't know."

"Do you know what he's like?" She asked with a stern tone, making Camilo sulk in his seat.

"No, Abuela. I'm sorry." You quietly replied as you looked down in shame.

"Then don't say another word. You were not supposed to know whatever it is that you know about Bruno. You speak as if you know him well." She stood up as Mariano and his mother stormed off. What she said next bore a hole to your chest. "And know your place in this house, Y/N. You're not a Madrigal."

She turned to Camilo who was as wide-eyed as everyone else on the table, "I will talk to the two of you once I fix this mess."

That's when everyone got out of their seats as well to get out of the awkward dining room. Pepa only looked at you with sympathy, so did everyone else, but Camilo's eyes expressed something different. His eyebrows were just a centimetre apart, his lips curled in a way that he radiated rage.

You stepped back from where you stood alone in the kitchen. The place was now silent. Everyone was out to tend to Mariano or retreat to their rooms after the catastrophe. But you and Camilo only stood there glaring at each other.

"We need to talk." He started and slightly raised his arms, his ruana wrinkling from the action. "What was that, Y/N?"

"You know I was defending your Tío Bruno, Camilo. Don't lecture me. I did the right thing, I know it."

"Did you really? Because the last time I checked that was disrespectful, and not only did you say that to my Abuela, you acted as if you knew about my family so well!" He yelled.

Silence, then, he walked out of the kitchen to go back to his room. You followed after, apologising multiple times until you reached his room and got inside, closing the door.

"Do I not know about your family, Camilo? Do I seem so naive about your history? Do I look like I never spent time to know about everyone just so I could be approved by the people in this house? Do I look like I didn't try at all?" You asked as his back faced you. "Because I did! I tried my best to please you."

"This is not about you, Y/N," he sighed.

"Then why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are we like this? Why do I not feel your support? You don't feel warm anymore and you haven't been since the past few days. What happened to you?" He turned to you once he heard the question.

"What happened to me? What happened to you, Y/N? You've never acted so recklessly before. What is it with my tío that you snapped so much like that? Do you know where he even is?"

"No, I don't!" You answered.

"Then why do you act like you do? See? This is why I don't understand you sometimes. You keep things hidden from me when you know you could trust me. Why are you being like this? I thought we're open to each other?"

"Listen, I don't know about your tio, but I'm sure that there was more to the story that everyone so much speaks of. What if Bruno was out there struggling? Have you never thought about him being alone after all this time that he left? How could you not feel sympathy for him and just fear? Do you seriously believe he makes bad things happen? Because that's ridiculous and you know it!"

He only stared at you, unable to think of something to respond. So, you continued.

"You may never know if he was out there, cold on rainy days, covering himself with his own clothes that smelled like home he always remembered being so warm. What if he had nothing to eat but scraps that he shared with his rats he called his friends? What if he missed his family? Missed Tía Julieta's freshly made arepas, Tía Pepa's rainbows and sunshine? Abuela's lessons about keeping the miracle alive? What if he had so little but still shared until he had nothing? Have you ever thought of that? All of us never knew why he left. Maybe there was a missing piece we forgot to look at. You all chose to fear him, think of him as a villain, but have you ever empathised?"

Camilo squinted his eyes at you, unsure what to make of you. The more you said something, the more he grew suspicious of you. You seemed to have been keeping so much from him and it pained him to say, he was slowly losing trust.

"Tell me the truth, Y/N." He walked closer to you, "Do you know where Tío Bruno is?"

You got intimidated by that, but you stood your ground and shook your head, "I—"

"Don't lie to me this time, Y/N."

You felt like you were shrinking as the distance got narrower. Nevertheless, you chose to hold your breath and look at him with a stern expression. Your eyes never faltered at the furious sight of the Madrigal.

This time, you were the one to step closer, stopping just a few inches in front of him, but no. The atmosphere was not intimate as it was a few months ago. There was no passion in his eyes, no love, no empathy.

Just anger.

And it tore you. It broke your heart into millions of shards, cutting through the walls of your chest. So you stood there, fighting back the lump on your throat. "I don't know what you want me to say, but I'm already telling you this and I'm not repeating it again. I don't know where Tío Bruno is."

"Then this discussion is over. I already knew the answer before you told me." He stepped back and stopped to tell you something else, "I don't think I can trust you anymore."

"So, that's it?" You asked.

"What else do you want to talk about, Y/N? It's not like you're going to be honest with me anyway."

"What is wrong with you, Camilo? You weren't like this before! What did I do wrong? Why are you being like this? You know I tried for you — so, so hard, and this is what we'll end up being?"

"Where were you the times that I needed you? Disappearing all the time. Have you heard what they're saying about us, Y/N? Have you heard how much they hated this thing between us?" He turned around to face you, nose starting to flush red, eyes getting glossy, and ears turning into a deep shade of crimson.

"Thing? This thing is what this relationship means to you? And I know. I've heard! Why would you listen?! I thought we shouldn't mind them because we have each other?! What's going on with the both of us, Camilo? Do you still feel something? Am I still someone to you? Did the words get right into your head? Because I don't understand anything." The house creaked underneath you, but you were both too into the heat of the moment that none of you decided to back down.

"Then maybe we don't have each other after all," he mumbled.

"What?" You questioned under your breath as you looked at him in disbelief. What did he just say? That was that. The knot that twined your heart in place snapped as if it dropped to your stomach, feeling the pain of what you never thought would come. Does this mean what you think it means?

Even the Madrigal himself was taken aback by what he said, but because of determination to win this argument, he stuck with it. He watched as your frown got more intense, a tear slipping from your eye that he used to cherish so much. You quickly wiped it off with your fingers and fought your desire to break down in front of him.

"I knew you were embarrassed to be with me this whole time. Of course, because you just had to be so perfect, do you?" You shrugged your shoulders in defeat, looking at him in the eyes and expressing yourself through your words. Your voice was shaking. It felt so restrained from the huge lump on your throat. "Ah, the amazing Madrigal!" You sarcastically waved your hands to mock the cheers he received outside the doors of Casita. "So alluring, so gifted, so perfect!"

"And then there's me," you continued, your arms falling to your sides. "The art prodigy who tries so hard to please everyone like a dog but with a brush, the useless child of my parents, the pity-joiner of the Madrigals. Who would believe that you dated me without explanations, right? Because I'm Y/N the one everyone should pity and at the same time, talk bad about. I'm Y/N who's an embarrassment, and a liar."

"Y/N, no." Camilo tried to walk towards you and grab your hand, but you stepped back and pulled your hand away before the warmth of his skin touched yours.

"I'll apologise to Abuela and explain for you." You turned around and opened the door, but before you left, you did one thing that made your significant other's freckled cheeks stained with tears. You swivelled and embraced him one last time, taking his hand and forcing it to open. You took the necklace made out of shells off your neck and placed it there, closing his palms once again. A hand of yours found its way to his cheek, wiping the hot liquid.

"Maybe it's not me," you finally said. "Maybe it's not me all along, and I understand."

"Please, Y/N. I didn't want it to end this way. Don't leave," he whispered and pulled you in a hug, soaking your sleeves with his wet tears. "Stay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't trust you enough. I'll be better, I promise. I'll tell them to stop. I'll teach myself how to treat you better. I'll learn for the best, just don't leave."

But you weren't sure if that was true anymore. You've felt and felt it all that you couldn't take it back. So, you pat his back, pulled away, shook your head and walked out.

By the time you did, you heard an argument downstairs. So, you went and checked it out only to find Mirabel and the head of the house fighting in the middle of their own home. The candle's bright light was slowly getting dimmer and the house creaked again.

" — but it is not an excuse for you to hurt this family!"

You watched the scene unfold, unable to speak in your state. You felt like you didn't have the right to. A few more things were said. You wanted to go and take Mirabel by the hand so you could walk out for some fresh air, but something held you back. God, why were you so scared of them?

"I will never be good enough for you, will I? . . . No matter how hard I try." A painful sensation in your chest was felt again. You concentrated your gaze on the youngest child of Tía Julieta and Tío Agustín.

"Mirabel?" You called, giving her a look to be careful. She turned to you and quickly looked away.

"No matter how hard any of us tries. Luisa will never be strong enough. Isabella won't be perfect enough. Y/N? Even if they weren't a part of us, they deserve better for sticking up to someone who needed it. And Bruno left our family because you only saw the worst in him. "

"Bruno never cared about this family!" Abuela exclaimed as you frowned, mumbling a sombre 'what?'. Not noticing Camilo who got out of his room once he heard the commotion downstairs. There he spotted you but looked away, trying to refrain from ever thinking of what just happened. His family needed him now.

"He loves this family. I love this family. We all love this family. You're the one who doesn't care. You're the one breaking our home." The group shook as the floor around them cracked. You were alarmed by this and quickly looked around.

"Don't you ever — "

"The miracle is dying because of you!"

You gasped and looked at Mirabel. You understood what she felt, and took the words right out of everyone's mouth. Suddenly, the ground between them cracked, snapping them into two different spaces.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Tía Pepa shouted in distress.

"Mirabel, the candle!" You yelled from upstairs and tried your best to think of a way to get there and help Mirabel, but something — someone else made it into your mind in a panic.

Bruno.

He must not know what was happening. Or maybe he was, and he was listening. You pitied the man, truly. You were his only friend, not knowing he had already met Mirabel and Dolores and Antonio already knew about his presence behind the walls.

"Casita, get me up there!" The girl who wore glasses went up the ladder Casita prepared from the upstairs railing.

"Be careful, Mira!" You said. Isabella tried to go after the candle just like Mirabel was, but failed once she struck a wine only for it to disappear due to the fading magic.

"Y/N, you have to get out!" You heard Pepa shout from downstairs, but you were too stubborn to listen causing Camilo to frown as you ran somewhere.

"I need a diversion! I have to warn someone about this!" You told Mirabel.

"What?! A diversion?"

"For something behind the painting!" You replied, causing Mirabel's eyes to light up, understanding what you just said.

"Be careful, Y/N!"

Well, it looked like you didn't even need diversion after all. The eyes of the Madrigals were set on your friend and that was exactly what you needed. You quickly ran towards the painting with a secret passage behind it. The rats were running out in panic.

On the other hand, Antonio pointed to where you've gone only to see you disappear behind the frame. "Where is Y/N going?"

Camilo mentally groaned. He could've known you were going to do this, but he just couldn't fathom ever losing you to this accident. So, he readied his stance and ran. Thinking you might be taking a secret passageway to the tower where the candle was placed, he aimed for it and took a big leap, shape-shifting to make himself succeed on the mission. But, the fight messed with the magic, the candle was dimmer, fallen, and the tiles were cracked. The magic was getting weaker and weaker and soon, he joined Isabella on the ground, looking at each other with worry painted all across their faces.

Mirabel however, continued to save the candle, thinking to herself that she hoped Casita would help you if had gone under bad things during your time trying to save Bruno.

"Mirabel!"

"Mirabel, leave it!"

She couldn't. Before she could tiptoe to get the candle, she saw her dear Tío Bruno out and safe with a bucket over his head and a rat he considered as his only companion.

"Oh, no. Y/N." She whispered to herself, but there was no time. She had to save the miracle. She fully believed in her friend, you. You were clever in many more ways than one.

You were struggling to walk through the falling bits of the walls as you examined how ruined the passageway was to Bruno's home for the past decade. You were coughing. It was hard to see from the mist that the dust created and some of it getting in your eye. "Bruno? Tío Bruno? Hernando?!" You called out.

Your struggle kept getting worse and worse as the ground shook again but this time, more intense. The roof was falling apart above you, and all you had were your hands to cover your head. Your skin had spots of purple, cuts of red, and your heart was beating fast inside your chest. You were getting hopeless of getting out of here, but you had someone to save.

What if . . . Bruno's already safe?

The standing roof above your space cracked and creaked. You mumbled quiet no's. You were scared. There was no denying it. You were afraid if it would hurt to die, but not afraid of death itself. It was pain that you most certainly feared, and oh the things you would give right now just to feel numb.

"Camilo?!" You called in fear. "Mirabel?!" You circled in your place until you saw an open spot when Bruno must have left. You were about to head out when the roof fell, blocking your only way out. "Casita?!"

"No, no, no," you muttered over and over until you noticed a small creature crawling through a small crack. It looked up at you. It was one of those rats and it looked weak.

You gasped, "You're one of Tío Bruno's friends. The aunt in the telenovela." You gently took it with your dust covered hands, covering it protectively. "I'll get you out of here."

You squinted your eyes at the small entrance where the rat came from. It seemed to have come back for something as the crack led to the painting. You just had to remove this big wood blocking the way. Or maybe, you had to go over it. You looked up and found an open space. "Hang on tight on my shirt, okay?"

You settled it in your top's pocket and carefully made your way over the blockade, getting yourself out of the passage before it crumbled completely. And now you were standing there on the ruined second floor. The wood underneath you moved with life, "Casita, where's Mirabel?"

The wood you stepped on snapped as you whimpered, "She'll make it work, I know it."

You stepped on the stone part quickly once the wood crumbled, palming your pocket to feel the shaking creature inside. Then, you looked up to see Mirabel struggling as the tower was about to fall down. Casita was getting weaker and weaker.

You knew it could save only one of you.

Your breath hitched at the sound of her screaming. "Mirabel!"

"Y/N!"

"Casita, whatever happens take care of Mirabel, please!" The despair in your voice was enough to let your friend know what you were about to do. She looked at you in disbelief and shook her head.

"What? No, Y/N. You have to get out of here!"

The time seemed to go so slow as you looked at Mirabel probably the last time before forcing a smile to tug on your lips. You leisurely nodded your head as another tear made its way down your hopeless facade just like the materials that were once you called your second home. You raised a hand slightly, "It'll be fine, Mirabel. Just save the miracle for your family."

You knew it was the end. You knew what you were signing up for. You knew the risks, and Mirabel Madrigal had more important roles. You believe in her. You know she could do it. She was the strongest of the Madrigals, and bias or not, that's what you believed.

"Y/N! Mirabel!" You heard everyone calling and then,

"No! You can't do this. Y/N!" She protested, but it was already too late once the stone pillar that used to support the second story of the house crumbled, sending you down without support. Your body was already sore, and you would be lying if you said it didn't hurt. It hurt badly. "Y/N!"

The chair, the door, whatever it was, you saw it moving over to Mirabel to act as a shelter to protect her from the falling debris. You felt something coming to you but it soon stopped right before it could do something to alleviate the impact of the last of La Casa Madrigal's piles and rubbles on you.

The rocks, dust, woods, steels and other more things came raining down on your helpless figure, putting your hands to cover your neck and at the same time, making room for Bruno's tiny companion so it could live.

The rat squeaked so many times, syncing with the sound of your groans and the falling objects. You didn't know what it was that hit your side that it hurt so bad you couldn't help but scream. You heard your name everywhere. There were different voices in the static noise you heard. You whimpered, still feeling the urge to live, but it was all slowly fading as you felt weaker, colder, . . . numb. The last that you saw was the rat moving to your neck to squeal endlessly, trying its best to keep you conscious.

It smelled so much like dust and iron with your blood. You were scared. You were so afraid. You were helpless and in such terrible pain as you felt the weight of the debris above you. You couldn't get yourself to say anything.

Your breath was shorter, faster as if you were chasing your hope to live. You shut your burning eyes with piercing tears, but before you could think of something to do, the faces of the people that mattered to you played like a movie scene, bidding you goodbye.

Memories were rewinded, keeping you calm, not knowing it was the last of what you'd see as you felt the blood rushing in your veins slowly falter.

It was your fifth birthday when you received your very first set of art materials and your father was smiling widely, holding the warm hand of his beloved over his shoulder as they looked at their child exploring the world of imagination. You giggled as you painted a four-legged creature coloured in grey with pink tail. "Estás recibiendo pinturas por toda tu ropa, mi amor." ( You're getting paint all over your clothes, my love. ) You heard your mother chuckle.

"I heard you crying, what's wrong?" You remembered the time you were much older but still so fresh and young staring up at a doe-eyed Dolores. Then, Isabella came handing you some flowers in an attempt to make you smile at the loveliness. Mirabel lent you a hand to help you to your feet as Felix and Agustín took the canvas with your proudest painting yet from the puddles of mud. Pepa made it thunder, glaring at the children who caused the catastrophe. And there came Julieta with her arepas, giving you one so it could heal the scrape on your knee. Their abuela cleared her throat as she slowly walked towards you, "We've been expecting you, but it seems as though I need to have a word with the children's guardians in town to refrain this from ever happening again."

That's when you slowly looked up and up to La Familia Madrigal. They were caring people and had loved your art, asking you to paint them instead of using the fast method of the camera. Even Casita insisted that you paint a beautiful pattern on its ground. And that pattern that remained etched on the floor for so many years. You remembered how they all looked at you. As if you needed a careful touch of protection. As if you were a part of their family.

And what hurt the most was when you thought you fit in, when you thought you're already a part of them, you had messed up and lost the opportunity to be a true Madrigal not by name but at heart.

That's when your mind clicked on someone else. Someone who made you feel so true, as if you were the art you painted.

( Hello! Please play 'Dos Oruguitas by Sebastián Yatra' while reading this part. I promise it's what makes it more fun to read. You won't even regret it! )

You remembered the first time you ever got to say a word to Camilo Madrigal — Where the sky was clear and filled with lighter shades of blue. Where the birds flew so freely with the cotton clouds, and the sun was so bright it could turn the world into a spinning jewel. He was younger, smaller, care-free but still taller. You recalled the warmth in his smile, sending you to fall without warning. He was radiant, and you adored the way you saw him look at you. The way you met was common and simple, like any other interactions strangers have. Nevertheless, he never failed to make your hand spark. He lit up your heart with joy.

Then months passed by again, that's when you saw him brighter, clearer. Camilo Madrigal! What a name to speak like ancient poetry. His smile became wider every time he spotted you in a crowd, or was it just you? His crooked teeth a few years back became so perfect you swore you saw it sparkle. Or was it his eyes when he talked about what made his day better? You weren't sure why you felt like this, but you found it better than staring at your accomplished works.

Because he was art itself. He was the root of the trees you painted with earthly versions of brown, just like his eyes and stars of freckles that scattered across his sun-kissed skin. Every stroke, every brush, every little spray of pigment on him was perfect. He was so perfect in your eyes even despite his own flaws.

He was the field of roses and daisies. The valley of fireflies up the mountains hued with orange and purples. His words swayed you in every way just like the moment you danced under the golden light of the town. It was the necklace made with seashells that bound you together the night he held your hands and expressed how his heart beat fast whenever you were present. How he has never even ever felt that way before, or maybe that was just because you and him were young and didn't know what exactly loving was.

That necklace of seashells was the symbol of his affections to you, made only with determination and feelings that bow could never be.

Camilo wasn't like that anymore. He wasn't the same as the kid you danced with the night the moon was full above Encanto, wondering what it was like to be human and not just a celestial body peering over the darkened clouds.

He never held your hand, never looked at you the way he used to. He was a burning flame slightly fading and you didn't know what caused it, but to you, he was still as perfect. He was the world itself and you put your faith in him.

"The Madrigals only pitied them, that's why they're always in their house."

"Why would they always come? Aren't their parents taking care of them enough?"

"I heard they don't know how to pronounce 'denouement'. Maybe that's why their parents couldn't stand them."

"That's a little harsh. You should feel bad for them."

"Everyone pities Y/N, Allerà. That's why they're getting the special treatment."

"Camilo must be embarrassed to be with them."

"If only he could see how much of a mess they truly are."

You quietly sobbed at the memories. You remembered how you argued with Camilo, how he didn't even flinch to say the words you dreaded to hear. He was careless when he held you. And soon, he cried just for you. He begged you to stay, chased after you when you decided to be selfless again.

'You didn't deserve to be with a Madrigal from the very beginning anyway. What were you thinking? Did you really think you could be a part of them?'

You squeezed your eyes shut to get rid of the voices, but it was of no use. But then, it was replaced with the last of your memories.

"What happened, Antonio?" You asked the frowning boy, looking at the ground so little compared to you.

"I fought with the other kids today, Y/N. They were really mean," he explained and looked up at you as you raised his chin, smiling sadly.

"What did they say?"

"They were talking bad about you." Suddenly, Camilo walked in with a frown as he heard the response. He brought his palm to his forehead and groaned.

"They're crossing the line. I'm going to talk to them tomorrow. Don't worry, Antonio. We'll never let them say mean things to Y/N again."

"Camilo, please. Just let them be. It doesn't hurt me."

"Stop lying to me to save them, mi amor. I know how it affects you," he said and looked at Antonio, "Papa called for you outside."

And once Antonio was out of the room, Camilo rushed to you and opened his arms to bring you in closer to his chest, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. "You don't have to be afraid, Y/N. We have each other until Encanto crumbles — which will never happen, by the way, so that means forever and forever will be you and m — "

"Sh," you placed your finger on his lips and placed a small kiss on his forehead, "I'm already okay. You don't have to worry."

If only you could laugh, you would. The irony of that moment and the literal crumbling of Encanto, what a jest.

You wanted to live, but you had already lived your life. There was enough happiness and despair. You were satisfied with that. So, with the last of your energy, you smiled, embracing the fact that this was your fate. You were bound to live lifeless. And this was your peace greeting you, no matter how hard and painful.

"I'll be fine." You reassured the rat before your curled fingers slowly uncurled, your eyes closed without another sense, and your body shut down. The noises you heard were gone. The colours that flushed you to life were faint. Your body numbed, and the voices that called your name were never heard again.

Unfortunate, that's what you were.

Camilo instantaneously ran across the ruined home, careless about the fact that Pepa told him not to. His heart was pounding like a constant drum. The boy's face was etched with worry as his eyes landed on his cousin who successfully saved the candle, but now there was something different about it. The light was gone.

Mirabel sobbed as Julieta ran fast to hug her. Camilo was next to consult his cousin. "Mirabel! Goodness, I was so worried. You shouldn't have gone for the candle." She squeezed her tight as she sobbed and held on to her mother.

"Mirabel, are you okay?" Camilo asked. She looked at him and shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Camilo," she said. His heart panged with more fear at her answer. A breath escaped his lips as his heart stung. He knew what she meant, but he had to be sure. He couldn't accept it.

"Sorry for what?" He questioned, but his cousin only gave him a look through her glasses, her eyes watering with tears.

The freckled boy leisurely shook his head and took a step back, not wanting to believe what her eyes told him that happened. He looked away, "No, they can't be."

"Y/N's alive, Mirabel. I know it." He said in denial as he tugged his poncho to cover himself from the cold that made him shiver but, perhaps it wasn't the cold. It was something else.

"What is it? What happened?" Pepa suddenly asked as she walked closer to place a hand on Camilo's shoulder, but he resisted, holding back the tears threatening to spill.

"Mamí, I don't see Y/N anywhere," Antonio mumbled. Felix quickly took him and turned him around so he wouldn't witness the dreaded things. He covered the boy's ear with his hand and instructed him to use his hands to block his hearing.

"Where are they?" Isabella asked.

"I don't know. They were somewhere over there, but I don't know where they ended up."

"I can't hear anything. Our powers are gone."

Agustín sighed and gave his daughter a reassuring pat, "We'll find them."

"Stay here, Mirabel. Don't move until I find something for you and Y/N."

Soon, everyone scattered around to look for the missing subject, Camilo being the first to run around and digging from all of the litters that could have possibly had you underneath. He never stopped. Even if his hands shook and weakened, he never gave up.

He earned cuts and scrapes from all of it, but he just couldn't let you be. He prayed he wouldn't find you in danger. He wished he would but rather you unharmed. He pushed through the mountains of discarded matters, chest heaving and scared of what he might find.

"Come on, come on, Y/N. You better not be — "

He wouldn't know what he would do if he ever finds you under one of these. His eyes were stinging with tears, and he couldn't even say a thing. There was a lump stuck in his throat. He swore he felt dizzy from it. The thoughts of you gone? He shut his eyes closed. No, you wouldn't end up like that. You were strong.

"Camilo!" He heard Pepa call. He turned and looked at his mother who, despite having her powers gone, somehow had Encanto's troposphere drizzling. Her eyes told him something, something he desired to be clueless off, and that's what made him look at everyone else for confirmation. Every single one wore the same solemn look which scared him.

The hairs of his body stood as he tried to blink his tears off, letting out a sob he refrained before he sprinted towards the spot where they found you. His life, the sun in his world, the tree that stood so tall in the field of his life. The only one in the billion he cared to envision his future with.

And when he saw you there, his world stopped. His steps stuttered. His eyebrows furrowed and pulled upwards to where it met at the sight. The lump on his throat only got bigger causing him to let it all out as he shook his head in denial once again, "No. Y/N!"

He rushed towards you and pushed the big chunks of wood and stone that weighed your unresponsive state. Agustín and Felix both helped the boy who desperately took the boulders off, weeping as he did so.

"It's going to be fine. I'm here, I'm here!" You were now accessible to get out of the narrow space you've struggled in. Your back was facing the grumbling sky as Pepa couldn't help herself but gasp and turn around not wanting to see how you ended up under the wreckage, cheeks wet with tears and blood as it rested on your left arm. Your free hand was embracing your cold skin but also appeared as if you were protecting something from being crushed by the weight.

He grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you around, but you were still stuck. He turned to the men, "They're still stuck — please get them out. I can't do it, I hate to — I just — " He couldn’t finish himself in between his hitching breath. It was getting harder and harder to breathe the second he processed more and more of what happened to you. He was angry, but most of his feelings were showered with grief and regret.

Once you were released, he laid your head on his lap, placing his palm on your face he used to adore. Look at how you turned out. If he hadn't let you go, you wouldn’t have suffered. "Y/N, I got you now. Wake up."

This is the part where he couldn't hold himself any longer and cried out in defeat, embracing you in an attempt to warm you. “I’m here. I was looking for you. I kept calling you. I wanted to apologise, and when I saw you go inside to do whatever it was you were so selfless enough to do, I just — I lost it.”

He shook your shoulders and brushed the strand of hair that covered your face that he held so delicately as if it was porcelain and glass all at the same time, "It's time to get up, mi vida."

It started pouring heavier rain as Camilo heard his mother weeping along with everyone else. Then, footsteps were heard appearing to have run far away. Mirabel. She must have had enough of swallowing the lump in her throat. No matter how it pained her, she didn’t want anyone to see her crying. She needed her time alone. You were her best friend. You stood by her, and you acted like her older sister even despite only being many months old. To think that she could never see you again. She whispered incoherent words.

He was getting more and more frustrated. He just wanted you back. Was that so hard? Camilo blamed the rain, the candle, anything that he could because of his fury, but what good did it do?

"Wake up. Wake up!" He exclaimed as he shook you even harder. Your eyes he was excited to see the very first thing in the morning that you came to visit his family to bring spices your parents worked hard to make never fluttered open. They were as still as your body, refusing to wake up no matter how hard he tried to bring you back. He regretted it. He regretted every single thing he told you earlier that day. He wanted to bring every word back to himself, and he would do anything just to make that happen. He would trade his soul for you to wake up and flash him that smile that never changed.

For him you were art. You truly were the most brilliant striking art he's ever seen, and out of all the paintings you made, you were the only one he never got tired of looking at. You were the landscape of his own world, the view that recharged him whenever he was exhausted from cheering people up. He didn't know what exact pigment they were but your lips and eyes fascinated him to the very core.

"Why would you come back?! Why would you risk your life? I told you. I told you to stay. If only I knew, I wouldn't have let you."

To see the colours wash away from you felt like he himself was at the verge of his death. How could he live without you? How could he get up every morning knowing that there wouldn't be a familiar knock on the door of his home? How could the sun rise if you weren't there?

The world was a black and white film before you came along and changed the way of living. Now it was back to where it had all begun, and once again, he was hopeless.

Living is not living without the person that made the gloomy days better.

"I'll do better, I swear, just come back!"

He gripped your shirt and rested his head on top of yours as the rain washed the tears away, removing the blood on your skin, and soaking every single one of you with the droplets of liquid from the sky, "Come back, come back, come back!" He whispered, his hands shaking from how his fingers clutched the fabric of your cloth.

"Remember the first painting you gave me? Remember how I clumsily stumbled and ripped the canvas, but instead of you yelling at me, you laughed and told me you could make it again? Or that time when we both stole arepas from Tía Julieta's kitchen and she chased after us with a rodillo?" He chuckled and stared at your hands, slowly twining your fingers with his. "What about living in a house together, just you and I when we grow up? What about eating and joking around, laughing until our stomachs hurt? What if having each other until — until Encanto falls apart? Come on, you have to get up. You have to wake up. Please, please, amor. I need you. I — "

"Camilo," Dolores put a hand on his shoulder as she bent her knees to sit beside him. He glanced at his sister. She squeezed him, reassuring him before her eyes mirrored hopelessness.

He did admit. He was growing tired. His eyes couldn't cry anymore. His heart broke, but nothing else came out of him, just exhaustion from being a blubbering mess.

He looked at what used to be his life and death, and suddenly, a rat came crawling on his shoulder, squeaking and pointing to his partner.

Isabella was next to sit beside him, "They must have saved this little thing."

That only hurt more. He didn't know what to do, but it wasn't out of his knowledge that he needed some time alone to himself and his feelings. He wished you were here. He wished it so bad but,

"There's nothing else we can do," Dolores whispered in a melancholic tone.

He gently rested you back to the ground, "I'll come back."

"Camilo?"

"Camilo, where are you going?"

Nowhere. He didn't know what else to say, do, or think. He was completely blocked. The boy wasn't sure if he wanted to ask for help from anyone else. He wanted to disappear. He stood up and turned around, pushing past his family to run off somewhere he could be alone.

The rat squeaked louder to get everyone's attention. Its tiny paw pointed to you as your eyelids twitched once.

Isabella turned to it, "What's going on?"

The rat squeaked again. Dolores snapped her head in its direction this time. "What?"

It pointed to you. This time it was your chest that showed signs of life, moving slightly. This alarmed the cousins, "Y/N!"

"They're gone, Isabella," Agustín sobbed.

"No. Pa, look! I think they're alive!"

Camilo turned around at that.

You wanted to live. You wanted to breathe again. What is this void? Why do you feel tired? Why does everything hurt? All you wanted was to feel alive. You were not ready to say goodbye. Not now. It can't be now. You still desired a life with the Madrigals. You want to see Camilo every single day. You want to witness every flower bloom, hear every gossip you can, eat so much you'll feel like you'll pop, watch the sun and dance under the rain, paint your family all over again. You wanted your heart to beat so fast, feeling alive than you have ever before.

You wanted to live. You needed to live.

You felt weak. What was happening? Why was it so cold? You felt your finger twitch.

Camilo's eyes widened and immediately went to you, gently pushing the women in his family aside as he walked towards you and looked at the rat with a grateful nod. "Y/N? Y/N. Can you hear me?"

You heard it, all right. But everything was muffled. Your body suddenly trembled, you felt like you bathed in a tub of Alaskan snow.

"Y/N!"

You opened your eyes slightly as it burned from the light. The static noises were back again and the pain on your back struck you with a crashing wave of displeasure. You winced, "Camilo?"

He could barely make out what you were saying, but the way your lips moved was familiar and he knew exactly what you had just said. It was his name he never thought he could hear from you again.

He smiled and hugged you tighter, "Yes, that's my name! That's exactly my name! You're awake — "

"I'm sorry," hot tears fell again as you hugged the soaking wet boy.

"It's not your fault, corazon. It never was!" He kissed your forehead once, twice, three times and more, savouring the moment that you were alive. You were okay, barely, but you were here again in between his arms.

He quickly removed his poncho and draped it over your shoulders as you were freezing cold. Suddenly, the clouds cleared up and the sky was blue again, just like the moment you and him talked for the first time.

"I thought I'd lost you. I thought you're gone and I couldn't live with myself."

Perhaps you were not unfortunate after all. Mirabel, Abuela, and . . . was that Bruno? It was! They all arrived at the right moment as they came rushing towards you once again crushing you with their embrace.

"Woah, woah, woah! Everyone take it easy on them. They're still hurt!" Camilo protectively warned as he cupped your cheek again, you leaning against his palm.

He's so young he never believed he knew what love is, but seeing you, there he knew the answer to his own question.

You were his faith and his faith resided in you. You were home. You were everything to him and not a million diamond could ever compare.

Who could have believed that out of all those artworks that you painted, whether it offends you or not, you were still the best piece of all.

You were not an artless progeny of your loving parents. You were not a fleeting belief. You were just you. Just you who completed the puzzle in his life.

And when your parents found out what happened to you, let's just say all hell broke loose. But there was nothing a Madrigal and a flawless Y/N can't resolve.

Who knew his epiphany has always been destined to be found under the fallen debris?

i'm really sorry this took so much time to write and i also apologise for it being so long. but anyways, here it is! the longest bit i've ever written. i hope it reached the emotions i was going for. i got lazy at some parts, but i promise i'll fix them tomorrow. i only got to proofread half of it and it's currently 12:33 AM. my head aches and i don't know if i should get up to take medicine or just go to sleep.

moving on, i hope you enjoyed this! feel free to write down your thoughts. have a nice day! <3

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