#when i was drawing this i made his hair look like camilo's from encanto so i had to tone it down a bit 😂

[heckin-music-dork]

Me: Hey, @frodo-with-glasses, can I copy your homework?

Lady Glasses: Yeah, just make sure to change it up a bit so it's not obvious you copied

Me:

My submission for Frodo-with-glasses' draw this in your style challenge! This actually turned out a LOT better than I had originally anticipated, and I'm pretty proud of it!

[futurstic-divineawakened]

Another POV

Between 1 and 2

* Pepa was curious

* A boy, a boy who was so close to Mirabel

* She saw in that little moment, how much they work together

* The way the act as if they have been together forever

* Pepa knew a good match when she sees one, they remind them of herself and Felix

* Even Antonio knew Mateo, so she goes to the him to discuss Mateo

* “Toñito can you tell Mama about Mateo?”

* Antonio look confuse at her question, but brighten considerably when he realize she wanted to know more about Mateo

* Antonio tells the stories of their adventures together

* How the three of them celebrate his Tio and Mateo’s birthday together

* The lunch they had with Mateo’s mother

* How they play futból together

* Even that Mirabel embroider on Mateo’s shirts on quiet days

* Pepa’s face was in a big grin the entire time, not many people had Mirabel’s embroider on their clothes

* Most of the town ask her to fix in solitude along with the seamstress

* For Mirabel to embroider for someone outside the family is a big deal

* Pepa wanted to know, what is Mateo like? How did they get close?

* She remembers that Camilo was really close to him when he was younger

* But how did Mirabel became best friends with him is the mystery she wanted to solve

* Pepa, waited until everyone went to bed, it was late enough that no one should be up,

* Pepa saw Mirabel go into the nursery and wondering why she is up still

* On a mission she went towards Julieta’s door and knock on it

* The door open towards Julieta her hair outside of the bun

* “Pepa?” Said Julieta, there was no sleep in her eyes and she was wide awake

* Pepa grab Julieta’s wrist and pull her out the room, Julieta close the door with her other hand silently

* “What is this about Pepa?” Julieta ask

* “That boy Mateo?, how close is he to Mirabel?”

* Julieta was surprised and a little worry

* “Is that the reason you took me out of my room?” Julieta sigh at Pepa’s nod

* “He’s a friend Pepa, he and Mirabel hang out many times, he also have helped her out often. He even helps me out at the table”

* “Yes but I saw them, it was like two bodies but one soul”

* “Pepa” Julieta said drawing out her sister’s name “ I know you want to put those two together but it isn’t something you can force”

* “I know Julie, but I see how it is, he likes her”

* “Pepa please, let’s talk about this tomorrow”

* Pepa let Julieta go back to her room, but she knew what she saw, and she saw something

* Pepa went back to her room, and made a step back in surprise, Felix was up looking at her

* “What are you doing amor?” Felix question as Pepa went to her side of the bed

* “I went to talk to Julie”

* “At this time?” Felix turn to look at her more awake wondering what was going on

* “Yes, about Mateo Lopez” that name woke Felix up more, he sat up straight as he listen to what happened earlier

* “Don’t force it Pepa, I rather they stay friends”

* Felix voice was gruff, there wasn’t a single hint of teasing in his tone

* “Why?” Pepa question, “Antonio and Julieta said he is a good man”

* “Yeah, a good man to impress us”

* Pepa knew what he was talking about instantly “Felix… Mirabel doesn’t have a gift, we all saw how the kids back away from her.”

* Felix nod in agreement “Mirabel is still a Madrigal. That doesn’t mean if she doesn’t get a gift, any children she have will be giftless”

* Pepa eyes widen at the conclusion Felix gave her, but she let him continue

* “A giftless Madrigal means that she could be more vulnerable to the Encanto, I’ve seen children Camilo’s age who stop playing with Mirabel suddenly start to talk to her, now? Why now?”

* Pepa knew that Felix’s heart was in the right place and in any given day she would agree with him, but this was different

* “Then why did Mateo stick with her after all this time? Why did he never follow his other friends and tease her or pick on her. Antonio told me, that he seen Mateo defend Mirabel and lost a friend because of that”

* Felix sigh “Pepita, I’m not saying that Mateo is like them, but you could never be careful… I don’t want to get her hopes up again”

* Pepa was quiet at that last part, she understands, that Mirabel with as big as an heart she has, she is still a bit fragile. Pepa doesn’t want to see a Mirabel that broken again.

* “We won’t let that happen, and I don’t think Mirabel would let that happen either” Pepa place her hand on top of Felix and gave him a small smile, even if he can’t see in the dark. Felix gave a squeeze back.

* They won’t stop what could happen, but they could support Mirabel, and help her when she needs it.

I really wanted to write something like this, to flesh out the world. Mateo’s relationship to Mirabel and the story is based on Mirabel’s perspective like the movie. We don’t know the rest of the family’s motives. Why they act this way towards Mateo and why to Mirabel they are being weird. They love Mirabel but haven’t been the best at showing it. The next POV will be Isabela and Luisa, with a hint of Alma

Pepa is an romantic, she truly believe in that friends to lovers trope and she is the mosey aunt who wants the best for her niece. Felix doesn’t want to dislike Mateo at all, but he along with Agustin was there when those kids stop wanting to play with Mirabel and how it affect her. In the same way Dolores is also an romantic, Camilo is just more protective but neither of them dislike Mateo. Antonio is team Mateo 100%

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#5

Nataniel Lago

Okay... so something happened while I was coloring this. That bottom right sketch of the two of them - I cut it off at a weird angle and when I colored it it looked like Nat was missing the bottom part of his right arm and... I went with it. I have never made a character that is an amputee. Anyone who knows me knows I love doing research and writing new things - especially when I feel like I’ve fallen into a rut. So here we are!

Meet Nataniel, a 17 hunter that lives in a forgotten part of the Encanto. So far away from Casita Madrigal that it’s literally a mile away and partly over grown. He is the leader of a group of orphans that range in age. He and Camilo meet by chance while they are rebuilding Casita. Camilo is instantly curious as to why he has never seen Nataniel before and proceeds to... well, stalk him until Nataniel notices him and Mirabel not being stealthy. 

Because I just decided to make him an amputee I have not come up with how he lost his arm but since he’s a hunter I’m gonna go ahead and say it was a hunting accident. One that has not detered him from hunting. He still takes care of all the kids in his part of town and he often refuses help. So he’s a bit bullheaded and determined to prove that he can do things on his own. 

Camilo knows how capable he is but he also makes it his mission to spoil Nat with kisses and cheek squishes... aren’t they cute? I just love them already:

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23 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

#4

Morning Glories

I had to start the year off right. Had to get a sexy man out before the end of the month. I was torn on who to draw until I realized I was wearing one of my favorite shirts. A shirt I have had for over 20 years because that's how long I have loved Future Trunks. Purple is my favorite color. It explains why certain characters resonate with me - like Trunks here. I saw a post on twitter that said he got his father's looks and his mother's color. Don't tell anyone but I used to think Vegeta was handsome but then when Trunks came along I was like DAYUM - blood runs hot in that family. Future Trunks was that first tragic/sexy character that lit up my teenage brain and honestly he's got it goin' on. What's funny is that I'm not nearly as in love with present day Trunks. And the version of him from DBSuper is just... meh. Go fig. It's definitely the purple hair. If this gets enough likes I'll turn him into a print Future Trunks belongs to Toei/Akira Toriyama

33 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

#3

Treasure Planet: Platinum

Treasure Planet turns 20 this year. 20! I can hardly believe this movie came out 20 years ago. I still love it. I still love Jim even tho I'm no longer a broody teen like him. I remember going to see it in theaters - this movie resonated with a small fandom back when it came out. Those who loved it REALLY loved it. It wasn't until years later when they started showing it on Toon Disney that the fandom got way bigger. And who wouldn't love Jim - he's voiced by Joseph Gordon-Levitt who is honestly the perfect pick for the character. I love how they combined two totally different styles to make him emo + surfer. The ending of his movie had endless potential but Disney never did anything else with it. Their loss - I'll take him if they don't want him. Since it's been twenty years Jim would be about 35 years old here. I imagine even tho he went to the academy and became a professional spacer he still builds his own surfers and in his downtime you can find him stuntin' in the ethereum - trailing comets. I was gonna give him facial hair but it refused to look right. Still iffy on his tattoos. If I think of something better I'll update it. Likewise when I make the speedpaint video. Catch some of the light coming off my man 💫 

34 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

#2

Just something I did to brush off the rust. I haven’t really drawn anything in a month - with Dark Schneider being a rare exception - I need to practice a little before my drawings look any good after so long. So I decided to draw all the canon characters I’m currently writing fanfics about. It’s a lot lot LOT of slash going on here.

Most of these faces should look familiar - I decided to put them in order of age. I had a bit of a debate with myself over where Owen fit in. Technically the persona of ‘Owen Burnett’ has only existed for about ten years (as of 1995) but Puck is much older. His folklore dates back to about 1600′s so he’s only about 3,000 years old. Certainly not older than VHD. Canonically D is something like 10,000 years old (depending on who you ask) 

I love that canonically Daken is older than Jackie Chan. The real Jackie Chan was born in 1954 where as Daken was born sometime during World War II making him older than Jackie Chan LOL Cartoon Jackie was supposed to be in his 30′s which in 2002 the real Jackie was.

The bottom row is just a bunch of jailbait cuties. Terry McGinnis is the oldest teenager clocking in at seventeen at the start of his series, though honestly he was one huge 17 year old. X-men Evolution Kurt Wagner I think starts out the series at 16. And then there’s the baby of the group: Camilo Madrigal who is 15 y/o in his movie. I age him up in most of my art of him and my oc Nat so I feel slightly less like an old creep but what ever.

I might draw the OC counterparts I created for them but for now... just this

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[somethinginthethunder]

dos oruguitas [1] (camilo x reader)

part 1, part 2

summary: (y/n) and camilo have been inseparable since their friendship first started. what happens when they're suddenly taken away from each other?

notes: what up, i'm rae, i'm a minor, and i never learned how to write!

jkjk anyway since i can't come up with a name of a stranger prologue, have this! :) this part is 3k words so have fun ily all <3

reblogs and comments appreciated!

warnings: slow burn but not really, angst, camilo not knowing who he is at one part (after he loses his gift)

—

“ay, camilo, don’t be shy!”

your mother’s friend, pepa, had come to your house with her son. your mamá had insisted that she bring him over to get the both of you acclimated to each other. in fact, she presented it as an opportunity for the both of you to get out of your shells and to become a bit more social with other kids who aren't in your family.

being four-and-a-half years old, you didn’t know what to expect. living in encanto obviously meant knowing who the madrigals were (and by extension, camilo), but there was a part of you that was nervous, a part of you that made you jump when you heard the knock on your door, and a part of you that avoided eye contact with the short-haired boy in the door.

“(y/n), mijo/a, why don’t you show camilo your drawings?” your mother suggested cheerfully, looking down at you as you hid behind her taller form.

you wanted to be friends with him. really, you did. and on the inside camilo did, too. but something about you made him freeze up on the spot. instead, he said, “i don’t want to!”

immediately the sky became darker, mirroring the look pepa’s face morphed in to. she had never seen her son reject a social opportunity before. in fact, she felt more surprised than angry. still angry, of course.

awkwardly, your mother tried to combat the oncoming weather and asked politely, “why not?”

if little camilo had known the answer to her question he probably would’ve answered honestly. however, he did not, so instead he hid away his face and shook his head.

even though you were barely five it still embarrassed you to be rejected like that before even a simple hello. your lip quivered as though you were about to cry, but instead you just walked off to your room so you could avoid the entire situation.

your mother and pepa called after you. as you sat in your room and played with your stuffed toys, you could hear muffled apologies between the two mothers. soon after there was the shutting of doors and distant scolding as the two madrigal’s footsteps faded into nothingness.

that would be your first interaction with your childhood best friend.

—

the second interaction with him was after his gifting ceremony. most of the kids had gone from the party because of it being so late into the night. you, however, had stayed, as your mother decided to have an extremely long chat with pepa (as mothers do).

as the last few adults left, you spotted camilo sitting in the corner of his rather huge room.

it was enchanting, to say the least. his bed was a giant bunk bed that had a slide in the shape of a chameleon’s tail. all around were poorly drawn pictures by him of him and his family, as well as a few spare photos abuela and dolores found around the house. the floor was carpeted with soft material, and the lights were like fireflies waiting on the ceiling.

in the corner of the room was the birthday boy, hanging up his last photo.

you approached with your hands nervously wringing your skirt, tapping him on the shoulder.

he turned around enthusiastically, only to pause when he sees it’s you.

“your gift is really cool,” you said quietly, glancing up at him.

“thanks,” he answered, smiling so wide that you could see one of his teeth missing from the corner of his mouth.

“what are you gonna do with it?”

this made him pause for a moment. usually, when a madrigal got their gift, abuela would help them decide how to make the most use out of it the next day. however, since it was not the next day yet, camilo decided he could be the one to choose for the time being.

“we could prank mister guzmán!” the young boy suggested excitedly.

“we?”

“i mean-” he stuttered. “i-if you want to come, of course.”

and the rest was most certainly a chaotic history.

camilo had turned into his prima isabela, fooling poor mariano into thinking she was dramatically pining for him. the only reason the both of you had been caught was when the real señorita perfecta had walked in with her mother looking for one of her lost earrings, scolding the both of you for not only being out of the house at such a late hour without an adult but also for pranking the young boy.

when pepa and your mother caught wind of this, they were surprising less mad than the both of you thought you’d be. both of you had chalked it up to them being in a good mood that day, but if you had told this to your older self, you’d know the real answer right away.

—

when you were ten years old, one of your bullies decided to really ruin your day.

it wasn’t something basic this time, like you having cooties or anything. he had decided to really take a stab at you, making fun of the way you walk, the way you looked, and your family in general.

you weren’t planning on telling camilo. he was naturally kind, but you knew from past incidents that he could be very easily mean if someone was rude to a person he cared for.

the only reason your best friend had caught wind of this was because dolores had heard what your little bully was saying. she had heard his previous things, but she knew that they were small and you didn’t care. (honestly, it was mostly because you didn’t even know what cooties were).

but when she heard his more ‘mature’ insults, she decided that would be the last straw.

marching downstairs to abuela, she announced, “andres is a nasty boy!”

the grandmother turned in surprise, more confused rather than concerned. “what makes you think insulting a ten year old is a good idea?” she wondered aloud.

“he’s saying terrible things about (y/n), abuela. making fun of the way they look, the way they sound, everything!” the seventeen year old insisted, her hands on her hips as she snitched on said boy.

what she didn’t know, however, was that while she and abuela were going to andre's house to have a talk with his parents, camilo was already heading over to see his best friend.

he had overheard from his room what was going on, immediately furious at the perpetrator but also still having you in mind.

you were sitting outside your house, drawing on a little pad that your mother had lent you for the day as she was away for some work.

sitting down beside you, he gave you a strangely serious look for a little kid. in a silly but stern voice he said, “andres is bullying you?”

the entire reason that you were drawing by yourself was that you didn’t want to run into your bully. trying to ignore even his existence, you shrunk into yourself and ignored camilo’s words.

“they’re just being a baby,” a voice said from a few feet away the street.

there he was, in all his boyish glory. andres was a lean kid for his age, taller than the average child. in fact, that’s what made him scary. he was well known to ram his body into doors and tables when he wasn’t happy with how his day going. it was a wonder his parents weren’t able to make him behave despite being older than a lot of the children currently in the village.

seeing your bully had camilo feeling his anger bubble up inside him on the spot. clenching his fists, he stood and said, “what’s your problem?”

“what are you, their little boyfriend or something?” the other kid laughed, puffing up his chest like an animal about to attack.

this statement made you turn a little red, facing a way for the moment. surprisingly, however, camilo didn’t react.

“who cares? you can’t just bully people like that,” he stated.

“and why not?” andres said snobbishly, crossing his arms as he took a step closer to your friend.

when you turned to look at them a pit in your chest started to form. the older kid was concerningly close to the madrigal, a good couple inches taller than him with a mean look on his face.

camilo, however, was not intimidated like you were. he knew his worth.

in response to the attempted intimidation, he instantly transformed into an even taller version of andres. he towered over your bully with an unamused look on his face.

“because i’ll always be the bigger person,” he answered, mimicking his crossed arms.

a sudden wave of fear fell over the bully, but of course he wouldn’t show it. instead he tensed up, dropped his arms, muttered a ‘whatever’, and then stalked away. that successfully left the two of you alone.

transforming back into himself, camilo took a few strides toward you and held out his hand.

“come on, i’m sure we can fool tia julieta into giving us a few extra empanadas,” he said cheerfully, his demeanor from 10 seconds ago immediately washed away.

it was extraordinary, really, how much this boy would do for you.

—

at fifteen years old, the two of you had grown considerably.

camilo was now a charming young man, his curls much longer than they were before. he still adorned that iconic ruana, taking the main responsibility of watching the town's children.

you had also flourished beautifully. you were taller, of course, and your style had mirrored your maturity as the years passed by. he wouldn’t tell you this, but camilo thought you were the most gorgeous person he'd ever seen.

this also happened to be the year that casita had fallen down. the town, to show their thanks for the service the madrigals had been, offered to help them rebuild casita. your family was kind enough to allow a few of their family members to stay at their house as the construction was going on.

one of those people was camilo, of course.

despite being happy about how his family was able to work on their imperfections, he was still attempting to grapple with the fact that he could only be himself, now.

he regularly put on a cheerful face for his family, knowing that his other family members were dealing with the same thing. being a caretaker, he decided to help them through it. unfortunately, that meant he believed that there was nobody who could help with his dilemma because of this.

after a few weeks it had gotten to him. he sat in the guest bedroom, his heart beating way too fast and his chest feeling like it was about to be crushed into tiny little pieces.

all his life he was able to be everyone, not just one person. if there was an issue, he could become someone taller, someone shorter, someone younger, or someone older. his gift just made everything easier, like he didn’t have to confront himself because there was literally no reason to.

but who was he now, if without his gift?

this thought made him distraught, sitting beside the bed with his head in his arms.

thankfully, you had planned to come in and bid him goodnight. this had allowed you to see him in his state, a feeling of worry immediately washing over you.

“milo? what’s wrong?” you ask quietly, sitting down beside him.

he turned his head to the side so it was away from you, whispering quietly, “who even am i?"

he knew this shouldn't be getting to him as much as it was, but he couldn't help it in the moment.

his question made you bite your lip, unsure of how to start. there were a lot of things camilo was, and you knew this. all these years, you had been paying attention to all the little things he did. the question was, however, would he think it to be too much if you told him?

in a short amount of time you decided it didn’t matter. he was in distress, and it was only right to help him out of it.

“you're camilo madrigal, obviously,” you started. “the boy who would always tease me for not being able to reach things on the highest shelf before going to get it for me… you’re the boy who held me and consoled me when mi abuela had gotten terribly injured, and the one who helps your mother calm down when your father is not there.”

and now his eyes were on you.

“you act like you’re just this caretaker who services everyone else, but in reality you’re really smart and so much more than that. you’re more than your gift, and even if you never get it back, i’ll still be here because even just yourself is the most remarkable thing about this town,” you told him, placing a hand on his back to help him steady his breathing.

not only did your words help him to steady his own fears, but it only made him fall deeper in love with you. what did he do to deserve your presence? how could he tell you that he wants you to be his?

—

a month after you had turned sixteen was the moment where everything had gone downhill.

after having dinner with your family, your mother had brought you the news that your family would be leaving encanto.

the moment camilo found out he had refused to believe it. the thought of you leaving and not being within arm’s reach of him hurt more than anything he had ever felt.

this ended up with the two of you spending your last full day in encanto together.

the madrigals had set up a farewell event for your family, acknowledging how much you’ve been a part of the community. everyone was incredibly upset, with pepa trying to help his son just feel a little bit better about the love of his life leaving.

despite him believing you were the love of his life, the two of you had never dated. it was remarkable to all the citizens, really. everyone could see how love struck you two were, but the fear of losing your friendship was stronger than your wish to confess to each other.

after the event had died down a little, the two of you had snuck out away from the town. the both of you sat down under the slightly foggy night sky (pepa’s sadness had dulled down since she found out the news), the both of you peering up at the moon together.

“you’ll write me, right?” you ask him.

“every single day, mi vida,” he answered. “i promise you.”

“and you won’t forget me?”

“the day i forget you is the day i die,” he laughs. it was such a silly question. in what world would he ever forget you?

the both of you sat in silence for a moment, with him wondering what to say. years of knowing each other and these being your last moments together, the both of you felt like there should be more you need to say.

of course, there was one thing on both of your minds. this would be a prime moment for a confession. if it was unrequited love, you were never going to see each other. if the both of you did, then that would be fine as well.

except it wouldn’t. an unrequited love would ruin the memories and letters you’d share with each other. and both being in love with each other would be worse. you two would have to live a part knowing that you could’ve had it all.

so instead, you both kept your mouths shut.

“i would give up my gift if it meant you got to stay with me,” he murmured quietly.

“and i would give up my entire being if it meant you'd always be okay,” you replied.

—

you were seventeen, now. your current home was fine. the neighbors were kind enough and your house wasn’t at all disappointing.

however, you couldn’t help but miss your old home, your camilo.

the both of you tried to write letters consistently, but eventually they died out.

camilo was the last one to send one, but you hadn’t responded because of how busy you had been with having a city life. that and you also couldn’t take not being able to actually see him.

there was a long period of time where you thought not talking to him would be easier than writing letters. knowing he was thinking of you but he couldn't be with you was painful.

your heart ached to write him again, to tell him everything that had been going on in your head, but you were afraid he would be angry at you for not replying in so long.

despite this strong fear, you sat down at your desk and picked up a piece of paper and pen.

...

my dearest camilo,

i’d like to apologize for not replying to you after such a long time. to tell you the truth, i was afraid you would not want to hear from me. it’s taken me such a long time now because i had believed that not talking to you would be easier than having to hear from you. not because i hate you, not by any means, but because you’re too important to me.

it hurts to have to talk to you through these letters, and not just face to face. it hurts to not be close to you and be able to mess around with our neighbors as we pretend like we did nothing wrong. it hurts to not be with you.

but now i know i was wrong, and i’m sorry. i should have never stopped talking to you, and it will be my greatest regret.

my second greatest regret is not telling you that i love you. that i’m in love with you, in fact.

i’ve felt it for a long time now, since the moment you told off my bullies after hearing their terrible words. i felt it in the way you would smile to me when you'd see me at your door. i felt it in the way you’d help me with my work even though you had more than enough on your plate. and i especially feel it whenever i read your letters, all of which i have kept near me at all times.

these letters are the closest i will ever be to encanto, anymore. and more importantly, they are the closest i will ever be to you.

and i’m sorry for not telling you sooner. i was afraid you wouldn’t love me back, but i know now that it doesn’t matter. you’re not the kind of person to ostracize another just because of their feelings, but the fear of you looking at me differently was too great.

so here’s to us and our friendship. if i end up not receiving a response from you, then i understand. please do not feel guilty for not reciprocating, because even just having been your friend is more than enough.

yours,

(y/n) (l/n)

[isadora-larkspur]

Hello! If you can, can you maybe write a female reader x Camilo, where the two just fall asleep on the family couch and the reactions of the family member, like Isabella growing flowers around them , Mirabel drawing on Camilo face stuff like that

‧₊˚ ꒰ sofa snoozes ꒱ ‧₊˚

camilo madrigal x gn!reader

fluff

❥ summary : the madrigals' reactions to y/n and camilo falling asleep on the couch.

❥ a/n : helu eperibodae! thanks so much for the request and this was so cutee <33

❥ warnings: none

masterlist  |  camilo’s m.list

꒰ mirabel & antonio ꒱

Mirabel walked up towards la Casita, the doors swinging open on their own as Antonio followed along behind her. Just as she stepped past the threshold, her marching came to a stop. There you both were, Encanto’s young couple sleeping on their couch. Camilo had his head resting on the top of the sofa, one of his arms resting on the armrest as the other was draped on your waist. You had your head on his lap, locks sprawled across his yellow ruana. She turned towards Antonio with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

She ran towards her room and grabbed an assortment of colourful markers before returning to see you two still asleep. She handed one to Antonio and approached the couple, and started drawing on Cami’s face. She drew a moustache while Antonio drew two green circles on his cheeks. Once they were finished the two went up to Mirabel’s room before Camilo woke up.

꒰ isabela ꒱

Isabela would walk into Casita to see you two asleep. She crossed her arms across her chest and smirked, an idea springing up in her mind. With a twirl of her hand, flowers spurted from around you two at her command. She grew a beard of flowers around Camilo’s face, before cackling to herself, satisfied with the masterpiece she had made.

An hour later, when she walked out of her room, she heard Mirabel say, “Nice facial hair Camilo.” Soon followed with a loud, “ISABELAAA!”

꒰ dolores ꒱

I don't think she would do anything to prank you guys, but she would definitely tease you both (ahem ahem, Camilo) during dinner with the entire family. When she walked in on the both of you just sprawled on the couch, she smirked knowingly to herself, making a mental note to say something about it during dinner.

*later at diner*

“So… Camilo,” Dolores started. Camilo looked up from his plate and raised his eyebrows in question. “I saw you and y/n over there getting cosy on the couch,” She said cheekily, winking at her brother. She stifled a laugh as he choked, the rest of the familia’s conversations dying down to what Dolores had said.

“My hijo’s growing up so fast!” Pepa was tearing up, a rainbow hovering over her head.

“When’s the wedding gonna be?” Felix teased. Antonio perked up before he started to chant.

“Camilo and y/n, sitting on a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G–” Camilo groaned before cutting the boy off.

“ANTONIO!”

꒰ pepa & julieta ꒱

The two sisters had just returned from doing work in the town and Pepa was in a seemingly snappy mood, a thundercloud over her head, as when they were on the way home Pepa’s dress got hit by a flying ball of mud from the children playing in the town’s market. Julieta was near the verge of giving up on trying to cheer up her sister, before the blue doors of Casita flew open.

The sisters stopped, Pepa dropping her grocery bags in surprise as a rainbow quickly replaced the thundercloud hovering over her head. She pressed a hand on her chest, heart warming at the sight. Julieta’s eyes had widened at the sight of the couple that had fallen asleep on the couch. Pepa was practically planning their wedding the very second she saw you two sleeping on the couch, looking so peaceful and comfortable and so so cute.

When you two woke up, Pepa would definitely not stop bringing it up causing Camilo groaning and trying to get his mother to stop talking about it, your cheeks turning red at her words.

“You two are so adorable! When are you gonna propose ay, hijo? I swear one day you’re going to get married–”

“Mamá!”

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[cahmilo]

Rainforest Hideaway | camilo m.

Pairing: Camilo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: One of your biggest art projects was finally starting to take place, but you needed the help of a gifted Antonio Madrigal who is more knowledgeable about your focus. During your project however, you happen to attract another Madrigal and he is also set on his new planned project: To have you for his own.

 It’s a beautiful day in Encanto! The sun is shining brightly, everyone had dug in to their delicious breakfast, no one had a bad hair day and all in all, it was definitely gonna be a happy and fun-filled day. 

“Let’s eat!” Abuela exclaimed as she sat on the front of the breakfast table. 

As usual, Abuela Alma always takes the first few hours of the morning, sharing announcements and news for the rest of the day. It was an unspoken tradition for the Madrigal Family and this time, she had great news to tell.

“Mi familia, I am proud to tell you all that starting this day, our hombrecito will finally get his first big project and activity, using his own gift that will help the community! Tonito, why don’t you share it to the family?” She asked in a big smile, while everyone cheers and glances at Antonio who had an even bigger smile. 

“It’s true! Senora L/N is going to make many big storybooks about different animals in the Encanto, and she sent Y/N with me so that I can help talk to the animals and teach them lessons while she draws and writes them!” This boy never fails to make everyone smile in awe, his gleaming eyes excited for whats about to come. 

“That’s a great plan, mi vida! It would be nice if Y/N could drop by your room too so that they can observe better” Pepa said from beside him, stroking Antonio’s hair and patting his back. 

All of the family were in on this plan. They were always the last call when it comes to tasks involving their gifts, as this time Alma grew more careful as to not overwork and take their magic for granted. In this case, she knew that Antonio was gonna have fun with Y/N so she had full agreement on this big project. 

“Yes, Pepa, we actually agreed that Y/N can start later after breakfast” Alma said with a smile. And with that, they carried on with their meals, oblivious to the now zoned-out Camilo munching on his tower of arepas as his mind flew to another dimension.

He knew Y/N of course, the village was small that everyone knew each other’s family well. He and Y/N were not that close, but weren’t distant either. Coming from a family that has their own library, Y/N grew to loving art and reading books. Camilo would often see them in random places in the village, just sketching and drawing. They never talked much but if they did, Y/N would just be asking for Antonio.

Y/N, like Antonio, was also interested in animals. The diversity and richness of the topic made it deep to explore, and they liked doing it. After Antonio’s gift ceremony, both of them grew closer together and Camilo’s look would always soften when he sees them together. 

There were even times where Pepa would grow thunderstorms, frantically looking for her youngest son not knowing that he would always wander off in the the L/N’s library, either sleeping on the kid’s area or drawing animals with Y/N. 

“Y/N!” Antonio’s scream could be heard even outside the Casita. Everyone in the house looked back to see the little boy running up to you as you opened your arms to scoop the boy up and twirl him around. Once you entered Casita, stairs randomly grew from the ground as it led to Antonio’s door, similar to the gift ceremony setting. 

“Oh, someone’s eager to start this book!” You exclaimed as you motioned to Casita and then to the little boy in your arms. 

“Who wouldn’t? Now lets go! Lets go!” Antonio exclaimed as you put him down. He suddenly grabbed your hand and immediately dashed to his room, not even giving you time to greet the rest of the family. 

“Ay, Camilo! Tell your mami I arrived and I’m stealing your brother for now!” You rambled whatever you can, informing Camilo who stood there watching the entire thing.

“Okay, I will. Have fun you two!” With your smile, he grinned and shook his head playfully, happy that his little introverted brother found and practically adopted someone as adorable as you to the family. 

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“Camilo, can you drop by these snacks to Y/N and Antonio? They haven’t come down in a while so I’m sure they’re hungry by now.” Julieta said as she passed on a tray full of food to him. He nodded in agreement, with a sinister grin on his face.

“And NO, don’t eat them on your way. You already had your share.” With a defeated sigh, he dropped his shoulders. “How can you read me that well, Tia?” 

She sighed and ruffled his hair, “I just know you that well milo, Now go or else they’ll get cold.”

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There’s a problem. 

No, he did not eat the food. He just couldn’t open the door. Both of his hands were on either side of the tray so with quick thinking, he just bumped his head on the door instead. But typical Camilo, did not think it through as now the ‘knock’ has left him with a red spot in his forehead and pain radiating all over him.

As you opened the door, you giggled at the sight in front of you. “Well, aren’t you just a peculiar guy?” You said as you grabbed the tray and put it in a nearby desk. “You know you could have just kicked the door with your foot.”

Camilo flushed, clearly embarrassed “I wasn’t thinking well, but at least it worked.” 

“It did, but at the cost of your gorgeous face, now grab a piece and heal yourself with it.” You said as you grabbed a handful of snacks while Camilo just follows you like a lost puppy.

“Where’s Antonio?”

“Sleeping.” You motioned to the hammock above you, showing the outline of the boy in a fetal position. 

Camilo then nodded and sat on the hammock beside you. 

“Really? Out of all the hammocks in here you just dipped into mine?” Not that you didn’t bother, you knew how these siblings loved physical touch as a love language. It’s just that you weren’t that close with Camilo, but it seemed like you were comfortable with him for some reason. 

“Too lazy to go for the others, and it’s far I don’t want to be screaming to talk to you.” 

You then sighed in defeat as you pulled out your sketchbook, working on your drawings as Camilo just stared and admired your work.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” He asked, munching on the arepas that he wasn’t supposed to eat. You replied, “I’m working double time, still need to finish the outline of 5 pages in an hour.” 

Suddenly, you got startled as an arepa was shoved in front of you. Breaking from your work trance, you saw Camilo with a sly grin, asking for you to eat it. You then sighed in defeat, taking a bite of the snack from his hand as you continued drawing. 

It went like this for the rest of the hour. You drawing, Camilo feeding you occasionally (more on him eating YOUR share), while Antonio gets his beauty nap after talking for 2 hours straight on why sloths were still alive despite being absolutely slow for their own survival. 

“Are you just feeding me the same arepa that you’re eating?” You finally broke the comfortable silence. 

“Yea, you have a problem with it?” He asked, biting on the same area on which you just took on. It wasn’t that big of a deal, but you felt something in that moment. 

You just shook your head and looked away, not even bothering to look at his mischievous grin. 

Another silence took over. It was comfortable, but you really felt like you needed to break it and find an ice breaker to know him more.

"I probably know the answer by now, but what is your favorite animal, Camilo?" you asked, glancing at his puffed cheeks filled with Julieta's snacks.

"Uhm, a chameleon, I think?" He looked away, flustered at the sight of your eyes. Eventually he looked back at you and saw your curious face urging him to continue talking.

"Obviously they’re not native here so I haven't seen one in personal, but I've heard and read stories about them. Like me, they can switch into something else but with colors and I found that interesting. As a child people called me chameleon and I guess it kind of grew on me. Until now I still find chameleons as my spirit animal despite not encountering one." He said as he shrugged. You smiled softly at him, before looking back on your sketchbook and flipping it to the very back. Camilo's eyes were curious but then turned into surprise as he saw your fully colored sketch of a chameleon. He was in awe, your drawing was realistic and beautiful it was like it came to life.

"I can see why you love them, milo. Other than your similarities in gifts, Chameleons are shy but gentle. They're friendly but oftentimes they are fragile and get stressed. Like you, sometimes they feel overwhelmed and yes, I know how sometimes your gift might serve as a blessing and a curse, toñito told me. But despite those shortcomings, I really appreciate how you always stay strong, milo. I admire how you take all your patience and time spending it with children and cheering them up. From afar you have the same effect on me." You gently explained as he listened to every word. Tearing the page, you gave your drawing to him. And with a soft smile, he couldn't thank you enough.

"You really are a blessing, Y/N. Now I see why everyone in this village loves you." He said in admiration as he placed his arm across your shoulder. Leaning to his touch, you leaned your head onto his shoulders as you continued sketching, spending the rest of the hour talking about random stuff you both could think of.

And just like that, you and Camilo grew closer. From casual friends, to the best of friends. Every time you come to Casita to work on your project with Antonio, Camilo would always drop by to check on you. You find it adorable and eventually, your feelings grew into something much more. You enjoyed it, but at the same time worried if he doesn’t feel the same. But that doesn’t stop you from spending time with him. 

Days turned to weeks, and eventually you finished your project after just a month. You had 4 volumes of books all about the native animals in Colombia, illustrated by you with the help of Antonio Madrigal. It was all over the village. More people read about these animals and grew an interest over them, and you couldn’t be even more happier.  

Little did you know, that you were gonna be in a few days.

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“Camilo, where are you taking me?” You asked, unsure on where you were going but leaving all your trust to the confident boy in his yellow ruana, holding your hand as he guides you. You were lost, but he wasn’t.

The way this all unraveled was amusing to you, to be honest. A few minutes ago you were just in the fountain outside the Casita, reading and sharing your beloved stories to a bunch of children and suddenly, Camilo just excused himself and dragged you to the far side of the Encanto.

You've never been here before but you were familiar with the terrain. He was leading you to the nearby mountains and you were curious why.

"Just wait and see, I have a congratulatory gift for you and your book success." Your eyes brightened and excitedly followed him as he giggled at your sudden burst of joy.

Both of you stopped before a big hill, with vines and leaves covering the walls. Camilo held your hand tighter as he said, "Y/N, this is for you."

He lifted the blanket of leaves and vines to reveal a new ecosystem. It was a hidden rainforest before a cave! Your eyes brightened even more, not finding a word to speak. You took all the sight in. There was a mini river, a few trees, fog around the area, and there were a bunch of your favorite animals scattered in the area.

Looking back at Camilo, you gave him a tight hug, your arms around his neck as he embraced you even tighter.

"Camilo this is insane! How did you find this!?"

He shrugged and scratched his neck with his hand. "I didn't, I made it."

"WHAT?"

"No, not me, make it. I planned it. I knew you loved rainforests and you told me once that you didn't want to keep on bothering Antonio to go to his room so I found this empty cave and begged Isabela to make it a rainforest biome." He stroked your hair, still in an embrace but your eyes were connected to each other.

"This is my gift for you, for making me happier and helping me realize my worth. You are amazing, Y/N. You deserve the entire world but this is only what I can offer."

You looked into his eyes and cupped his face, seeing a hint of sadness. You stroked his freckled cheeks with your fingers as you said,

"This is not 'only what you can offer', milo. This is the best! I never even expected something like this! An entire ecosystem with a tree house, hammocks, my favorite animals, a flowing river, God Camilo! You have done so much for me and I appreciate that! I am so lucky to have you."

You weren't lying at all. A few people who had a crush on you often gave you flowers, but this?

Camilo didnt just give you flowers, he gave you a new world. And you couldn't be happier.

"I'm glad you love it. I'll give you anything you want to prove how much you mean to me." He paused for a while, before finally saying,

"I love you."

Your eyes widen, did he just confess? You glanced at his face, filled with adoration and love. Unspoken words that show how much you mean to him.

Not being able to respond because of your flustered state, you instead took a big leap and connected your lips with his.

Fireworks felt like erupting between the both of you. Camilo deepened the kiss by bringing you even closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as your fingers wandered in his curly brown hair. Lost in the moment, you both didn't want to pull apart, afraid to lose each other.

But you have to. Breaking off the kiss, you connected your forehead against his and brush your nose with his button nose.

"I love you too, Camilo."

God you love this boy so much. His presence alone brought so much comfort in you that even the mention of his name kept you safe. This place, with him, is a newfound paradise you don't wanna lose.

All you knew was that your room has been dethroned as the #1 favorite place was now this. Your Rainforest Hideaway.

Room.. room.. Room! Speaking of room!

"Mi amor, I have to show you something, come on!"

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"Slow down, mi vida! Didn't know you could run this fast!" Camilo exclaimed, trying to catch up with your speed as you both ran to your room.

"Sorry! I know the mini rainforest is amazing and as much as I just wanna move in there, I wanna show you something too!" You stopped to give him a side hug, reaching out to kiss his cheeks.

"Oh I don't think anything could top my gift, amor."

"Is that a challenge?" You teased, finally arriving in your room.

Both of you walked upstairs to your door as you whispered to him to close his eyes.

Opening your drawer and Camilo hearing shuffling, you gently pulled on his wrist that covered his eyes as he faced a large box in front of him.

"Open it! But do it gently!"

"Wait I'm nervous what if this is a prank?"

With a playful sigh you reassured him, "Amor, it's not okay? You surprised me with your awesome gift, so now it's time I surprise you with mine, now open it!"

Gently following your instructions, Camilo gasped at the sight in front of him. He put out his arms as he gently picked up your gift.

It was a baby chameleon!

Camilo could literally just cry right here and now. He gently went to your bed, sitting down and placing the tiny reptile in his lap.

"You have no idea how much connections I had to get her." You said, sitting beside him and placing your head on his shoulders as you stroke the little chameleon. "I figured that since you haven't met your own favorite animal, I thought it'd be nice if I was the one that made it happen. I was about to surprise you tomorrow but seeing your grand gift for me just made it easier to show it to you now."

You reached out to his face, cupping his cheeks and wiping his happy tears.

Camilo leaned in to your touch, still unable to control his tears. "I love you so much Y/N, you don't know how much this means to me. I have the first and the prettiest chameleon in Encanto! She is amazing and I'm so happy I get to raise her myself!"

"You will! Oh and another special gift" You reached out to the side as you pulled out a book. Giving it to him, Camilo gently took the book and read the title.

"Camilo's guide for Chameleon care. Written by Y/N L/N and Antonio Madrigal"

Your smile grew even bigger, seeing this sight in front of you right now. Camilo was overwhelmed, but in the best way. Both of you never felt this loved before, and were more than happy knowing that it was each other that made it so.

Camilo put his new baby chameleon back in its enclosure, as he dives back into bed tackling you for a big bear hug.

"I don't think 'I love you' is enough to show you how happy I am right now"

"It's fine. Just one look from your loving eyes already tells me enough". You said as you snuggled into his chest. He chuckled and left a kiss on the crown of your head.

"You know, we can house my chameleon at your rainforest hideaway. Theres a treehouse there that would be perfect for her." He stroked your hair, hinting to leave and cuddle at the new place instead.

"Then what are we waiting for? Lets go!!"

thumbnail from the artists of purrfect tale

[doodleybugg]

Can you make a smut “short story” for Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader. Say like Y/n was really close with the Madrigal family and practically lived with them (Staying in Camilo’s room because the family trusted them to stay PG?) So… they’ve been dating for like about two years and decided to “Do The Deed.” (Smut) And because they were so wrapped in the moment they didn’t use protection. For the past two-three months, Y/n has been feeling sick having nausea, mood swings and vomiting almost every morning. This concerns the rest of the Madrigals, especially Pepa who had always loved her like her own daughter even before her and Camilo had got together due to Y/n being friends with Maribel. With that concern, Pepa had requested a vision from Bruno. Later on that day, Pepa had a small chat with Y/n and Camilo about “The Deed” because she know they had done it. She wasn’t mad ,but a bit disappointed in the both of them due to their age. Later that evening, The Madrigals all have dinner together and have an awkward yet supporting talk with the soon to be parents Y/n and Camilo.

Why is this request so good though?? I love it uGGHH

I know the age of consent in Columbia is 14, but I'm writing this story to take place about a year or two after the events in Encanto, so both Y/N and Camilo are 16, even then pretty young. All actions are consensual!!

Tags: smut, inexperienced sex, pet names, fingering, head (male receiving), p in v mentioned, making out, my writing, slight dom-sub dynamic, cussing, fluff

Sunlight fell heavy and warm on your face, smile etched in your features as a hand ran into your vision, petting your cheek and tracing your lips. You swerved your head, eyes gracing the boy next to you as he bathed in your stare, curls laid strewn on the pillow, a soft tone highlighting his caramel features. A thick red colour dawned across your face as he leaned in to kiss you, tongues fighting for domination, and he lost, badly, your tongue pushing up against his as you were dragged into his lap, straddling his body as his torso attached with yours. His teeth bit your bottom lip, pulling it slightly as his eyes shut, a groan echoing your thoughts, humming from his throat.

"Ay, díos mio" Camilo muttered against your lips, finally pulling away, allowing you a breath as his arms pulled you tightly against him.

"Good morning to you too" you sighed happily, pushing him back into a laying position with all your weight, curling up into his chest and breathing his scent. His right hand grabbed the blanket, pulling it over you and thus over him too, his left around your waist, tugging you impossibly closer to him, revelling in your feel, in the small noise you made when he tugged too hard, in your sheepish smile when you turned your head back up to gaze at him. His breath was still laboured from the kiss, letting you chuckle and trail your fingers along his jawline. Camilo could only smile when he looked down at you, curled up over his body, completely and utterly absorbed by the Y/E/C tone in your eyes, the smile playing at your lips until the door opened, forcing the both of your attention's to a dark figure in the doorway.

"If you turn on the-" you muttered, your threat interrupted as the light was turned on, revealing a slightly annoyed looking Dolores, frozen with a hand in the switch and eyes on the two of you.

"I get it, the two of you are happy. Do I need to hear it?" She snarled, thumb pointing down the stairs as she scurried away.

You groaned as Camilo moved to get up, grumbling against the warmth he left behind as he tried to tug the blanket from you.

"What's got her panties in a twist?" You asked snarkily, making him laugh and playfully smack your ass, finally pulling the blanket from your grasp.

"You tell me. C'mon amor, get up."

You glared daggers into his eyes, but climbed out of bed nonetheless, yawning and drawing your hair into a messy bun atop your head, smiling at Camilo who mimed the same movements you did. Casita opened the door again, floor tiles popping up and down in a "hurry up", earning a sigh from Camilo, who grabbed you by your sleeve and led the both of you downstairs.

The table in the kitchen was half full, tired people eating some of Julieta's leftovers, waiting for Dolores to wake everyone up. She always got up early, often with Luisa, Augustín, Isabela, and Antonio. Everyone else liked to sleep in, but recently Dolores would wake up earlier and earlier, forcing everyone else up with her. Mariano'd been stressing her out, but nobody could know exactly what was happening. A fight, maybe, or he was speaking quieter and Dolores was worried, nobody knew. You and Camilo sat in your respective spots, you were next to Pepa and Camilo, who was next to Isabela, as food was handed out. You dug into your pancakes immediatley, dowsing them in syrup and biting into a piece of bacon. Camilo scoffed at how much syrup was on your plate, grabbing a cup of coffee Casita had poured, fixing it to his liking. He liked to pretend he could drink it black, apparently challenged to do so by Félix, but never could do it. Two cubes of sugar and a splash of milk was always needed. Pepa was Dolores' next victim, grumbling and running fingers through her messy hair on her way down the stairs, trying to form it into its usual braid but altogether giving up when a cloud started forming, snatching Camilo's cup before he could get a sip, practically chugging the liquid as if it would fix the morning.

"Mamà!" Camilo exclaimed, only receiving a wave of his mother's hand in response as she gave him back the half-dranken (that's not a word but yk what I mean) cup.

"I'm sorry, Camilo, you just make it so good"

"I know! I make amazing coffee. Amazing coffee I was planning to drink!"

You chuckled as you took the cup from him, remaking the coffee and returning to your spot to find Pepa had taken your fork and was helping herself to a piece of pancake.

"This is so sweet, pequeño amor! You're killing your tastebuds!"

"Pepa!" You laughed, handing a fuming Camilo his mug back. "I'll make you a plate, sit and leave some for me, dìos mio!"

Casita flipped a burner on the stove on, and you grabbed some of the pancake batter and started cooking. When you finished, two pancakes on a plate for Pepa, you turned the stove off and gave them to her, finishing off what was left on your plate. Camilo looked flushed, and was smiling more than usual, which is saying a lot. He wrapped an arm around you, leaning you to his shoulder as Pepa dug into her food, muttering a "thank you".

"I have this idea" Camilo whispered, and you looked at him, raising an eyebrow, but he never elaborated as Dolores came back downstairs, followed by Mirabel, Julieta, and Abuela. Everyone piled into the kitchen just as you were washing your plate and Camilo's cup. Breakfast played out similar to how the morning already has, and Dolores finally left to the market with Antonio and Mirabel, letting people quit walking on eggshells. Mirabel needed some more yarn, she'd been really into crochet recently, and Antonio just wanted to go for a walk with his newest friend, a little spider who Luisa hated, and maybe to bribe some candy from Dolores. Julieta smiled as you handed her and Abuela a plate of pancakes and bacon, small but grateful, and sat in her respective seat. Alma denied her plate, claiming she was going back to bed, though you could swear you saw her sneak a piece of bacon out of the corner of your eye when Pepa got up to wake Félix. Camilo took the emptiness of the room as a cue to steal you away, tugging you by your waist upstairs and into his room. The lights were off, but the LEDs around the ceiling and the joinings of the walls were glowing purple until he flicked them to red. You giggled at his abruptness, settling down on his bed and shoving a blanket up around your shoulders as he sat next to you, a hand dragging up your thigh, squeezing before getting too close to your princess parts, then going back down. You went to look at his face, even redder than before, and his eyes, unfocused yet open, were glued to your lap.

"Camilo?" You asked, chuckling as his attention was brought back, a stutter from his lips. " what's up, mi amor?"

You had to clench your thighs together at his next words, trying to keep your arousal from showing.

"I don't know, just- when you were in the kitchen, in your little pajama shorts... Cooking for mamà, that was-" he murmured against your earlobe, pressing a kiss there before moving, dragging his lips along your jaw, hitting every single soft spot until you fell over from the feeling, head landing flat on the pillow as he lifted himself above you. " I need you, please. Please please please" he practically begged, though you were at no position to resist. You grabbed him by the back of his neck, connecting your lips in an open, messy kiss, drawing moans from the both of you as his hands began to explore.

"Is this okay, paloma?" Camilo asked softly, his fingers fumbling with the buttons to your shirt. You groaned in response, cunt clenching against nothing, a "yes, yes please Camilo, please yes" falling from your lips. You were dumb already, and he hadn't even touched you, words stuttering and repeating desperately as his hands greedily roamed your body. Your nose was squished against his cheek as you tried to force him impossibly closer to you, arms mindlessly tugging and grabbing, and he chuckled quietly under his breath.

"Careful" he murmured, hands rushing to unbutton his pants, shoving his ruana off and to the side before returning his attention to you, a tent growing in his pants at how you struggled to wiggle out of your shorts, eyes stuck to him, blood boiling and a red colour gracing your cheeks. You were all his. In this moment, it was him and you. Nobody else. Everyone was downstairs, and Dolores was gone. Thank hell for that. If she heard what he was to do to you right now...

Your heavy breath as he stole your shirt from you, breasts on display, bouncing from the sudden movement, he almost screamed watching you lay there, desperate for his touch, rubbing your thighs together under his gaze. He moved slowly now, eyes on yours, silently asking, no, begging for your permission. You nodded in response, embarrassed by the constant 'please' that left your mouth, hanging heavy in the air. Your words were laced with desperation, for him, for his touch, for his voice. He's so damn vocal, you were already so close to snapping, that knot in your stomach tightening with every coo. His movements were messy, over eager and tight against you, hand grazing your thigh, pulling it away from its mate to reveal your dripping cunt, red from need. You moaned as his lips connected with yours, underwear dropping to the floor in a heap, his length slapping his stomach as he hissed from the contact, precum already leaking from the angry, red hot tip. Your hands immediately went to grab him, pumping down his shaft in a blurry movement. His gasps and groans only encouraged you, a light kiss on his tip, his hands tangled in your hair, pushing himself into your mouth.

"Shit" you moaned against his cock, shoving it as deep as it would go and then some, the twitching down your throat bringing tears to your eyes, your tongue swirling around him. His hands in your hair only tugged himself deeper into you, forehead pressed against the hairs at the base of his length. Your eyes were hazy, cunt clenching against nothing whenever Camilo moaned. He was thrusting, his cock hitting the back of your throat every time, eyes stinging but pleasure overtaking what little pain there was. You forced your eyes to focus on him, drinking in the sight of his head thrown back, chest bare and mouth agape as your mouth worked wonders. His fingers clenched against your hair, and his cock jerked against the top of your mouth, letting you know he was close before hot ropes of cum shot down your throat. He pulled away after a second, sheepish smile on his face as you gulped, hand untangling from your hair to pull your face back to his. He could taste himself on your lips, smirking as his hands trailed downward, tracing the curve in your hips, your plush thighs, and ultimately reaching your aching pussy, throbbing and dripping with need. He shot you a look, a look that asked permission, to which you nodded frantically, legs spread almost painfully far apart as his fingers fumbled along your slit, spreading your lips as pleasure shuddered through you, back arching at the minimal contact. Camilo took this as a sign to continue, hands inexperienced yet graceful as a thumb rubbed your clit, earning another moan from you. The pleasure his simple movements brought you was keeping you just at the edge of your orgasm, not quite there but inching closer by the second. Your teeth dug into your lower lip as he slipped a finger in, slowly thrusting, gaining speed with every slight movement you made until his hand was just a blur. His unoccupied hand was trailing back up your torso, resisting the urge to tickle you and instead cradling your breast. He added another finger as the knot in your stomach impossibly tightened, before snapping as your orgasm washed over you, a loud moan being caught in your throat as Camilo leaned down again to kiss you, desperate and messy, your lips were struggling against each others like you both were starved, your release soaking the bedsheets as his fingers we're removed from your core, your legs shaking causing him to chuckle, moving the two of you so he was laying down and you were cradling his lap, his hard mEmBeR (I'm so sorry I just don't know what other word to use 😭🙏) the only thing separating the two of you. In the heat of the moment, the only thing the two of you could think of was the pleasure you so desperately needed, and the way to get it, which was literally in front of you.

Yeah this has been a wip for a while so imma just stop here and say if you want a part two, my ask-box is open!

[nach0]

Hi, I'm so sorry if Encanto or this AU is stale for you and if it is don't worry, but I'm foaming at the mouth for your raised in the walls au. I just want you to tell me everything you want, especially if it's at all soft or fluff. I'm on my knees begging.

Don’t worry anon, I started this au two (or maybe three if it ticks over to midnight before I finish this) days ago my interests don’t shift that quickly haha

Fluff dump incoming!

When Mirabel first comes out of the walls she doesn’t really know how to interact with people so Camilo helps her by shapeshifting into different members of the family and people around town to she can practice holding conversations again

Sometimes when she can’t sleep in her new room she’ll make a little blanket fort to make it feel like the walls, she’s gotten so good at them that once a week Antonio and Camilo will have a sleepover in her room, they all look forward to the end of the week when they’ll spend hours laughing and telling stories together, just generally bonding and having a good time

Antonio has asked Camilo about Mirabel and Bruno before, a year or so before they returned to the family, and Camilo almost started telling him about how bad Bruno was but then decided against it and instead told him all the stories he had of Mirabel from when they were kids, of how kind and energetic she was and how she wouldn’t hesitate to help anyone who needed it, even if she wasn’t very good at it yet. That’s why when Antonio saw Mirabel in the crowd he knew that she was there to help him

Mirabel took up embroidery as a hobby when she was in the walls (because if they didn’t have something to occupy the time they would have gone insane) and is now really good at it. Once she got good at that she learned how to sew and from there went on to drawing and designing clothes and accessories. Most of her inspiration comes from her family when she joins them again she shows them all the outfits for them she designed and never made, and they loved every single one of them

(She has 100% made tiny outfits for Bruno’s rats)

Super strong Luisa + gymnastics/ parkour master Mirabel = being thrown up to high places to do flips or to try and swing on a pole or support beam or something

Julieta made them promise to keep her close by so if they get hurt she can heal them, it hasn’t happened yet but she feels her hair turns just that little bit greyer every time

Thank you for the ask, these were super fun to do!

[carlosfruitsnacks]

not sure if you do requests, but if so can you possibly do a burnt out artist with camilo or carlos? where said artist has lost motivation for art yet still loves it. an angst to fluff if thats alright- it can be romantic or platonic

if you don't feel comfortable doing so or request are closed thats perfectly fine, have a good day!

"a masterpiece"

summary:

— you used to love art as a kid but as you began growing older, you're losing the passion to keep doing it. You feel so lost and so unmotivated. But under all the paint stains, torn papers, and unfinished artworks, Camilo never left your side.

genre:

— mild angst to fluff

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong though I will refrain from using too much Spanish.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— hello anon, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy this !

Another blank canvas stares back at you, almost mocking you at how you're not able to get anything done. You rub your sore eyes and run your hands through your hair, you tug on the roots with frustration. Your leg bounces as you feel the irritation rise within you. A loud groan escapes you as you stood up and threw the canvas on the floor. You proceeded to stomp on it, taking all your anger on the inanimate object. Eventually, you collapsed on your worn-out couch.

Your eyes looked at the several half-done pieces displayed on your paint-stained walls. Most of them were human portraits though you did try to draw landscapes as well. Ache fills within, you didn't understand your loss of passion for art. As a kid, you adore drawing and painting. You received praises from people who saw your work. You did progress, you even got paid for drawing someone a sketch of themselves. You filled sketchbooks upon sketchbooks of many drawings made by your hand and imagination. However, as time rolls by, things aren't the same anymore.

There are days you would sit in front of your sketchbook with a blank mind, though your hand was itching to create anything. But nothing ever comes to mind. You thought it was just a bad day, then it happened again, and again. Until you weren't able to create anything for a very long time. You hated that feeling, it was like having a gift but you're just wasting it away. Sure, there were times you're able to sketch something then the inspiration will dissolve to nothing.

With a sigh, you wiped your face. Your eyes felt wet but you don't dare to let yourself cry again. You felt so hollow and it seemed like you lost all purpose in life. You really want to continue doing art, you're just...lost.

A knock was heard on the door, you straighten up and gained your composure. You fixed the mess you made earlier and answered the door. A sense of relief floods you when you see it was Camilo Madrigal.

"Ey [Name], ¿cómo estás?"

"...Estoy bien, Camilo"

You reply softly. Camilo enters your room and takes a seat on your couch. You and the shapeshifter have been friends since children, he was one of the first to praise you for your talent in art. As a kid, Camilo would beg you to draw him anything. From houses to the tiny animals around Encanto, he loved every single thing you would draw. Camilo set his gaze on your wall of unfinished art, even if you found it unsatisfying, in his eyes, he was in awe.

"Did you add something new to the wall?"

"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing, it's just a half-assed scenery of Isabela's garden"

You shrugged, taking a seat beside him. Camilo couldn't believe that you called that half-assed, he was almost offended. It was just a sketch but the details were astounding, it was almost the exact copy of his prima's cactus garden. He keeps staring at the wall. He couldn't keep his eyes off of it. Camilo looks at you and frowns when he sees you so downcast.

"I don't think, I've said this before, but everything that is plastered on that wall is amazing, [Name]"

The shapeshifter admits as he rubbed the nape of his neck. You scoffed, you didn't believe him. Or maybe you're just too harsh on yourself. You think that Camilo's only trying to be a good friend and make you feel better. You cross your arms, in denial that his intentions were working. He sighs and stands up, he looked around for a while until he reached for a thick sketchbook on your table. He plopped right beside you, Camilo opens the sketchbook and flipped the pages.

"Look at these, you made all of these! You! Dios, I can't even draw a line straight"

"They're only...sketches, 'Milo"

You look away. Camilo huffs as he keeps flipping the pages to find something, anything to prove that you were a great artist. Eventually, he sets the sketchbook aside and grabs another one, he skims through and saw some finished portraits you created of the townsfolk. He points at one and showed it to you.

"Hey, a finished portrait of mi prima, Mirabel"

"That was from five years ago"

Camilo pouts and continues to scan more of the pages. He lets out a proud 'aha!' as he excitedly showed you another finished portrait. You stole a glance from the corner of your eye, the portrait was more recent.

"Only a month ago! Mi tío looks fantastic! The details on tío Bruno's poncho are godlike! This is a masterpiece"

There was no reply from you as you keep acting stubborn. But Camilo doesn't give up, he was determined to show every single thing you created and show you how special you are. It will probably take a while but he was willing to do it. Camilo flipped from page to page, complimenting your work. Yet there is still no response to you, the shapeshifter grows quiet but he continues to admire your art. It seemed like you have drawn every single person here in Encanto, though some were only sketched it was outstandingly comprehensible. The only complete portraits he saw are of his and your family. Camilo raised a brow when he flipped to the last page of the sketchbook.

"Who's this?"

He asks. This made you turn your head and make your cheeks grow red. Camilo looked at a finished portrait of someone who looked just like him. The boy had the same brown curly hair and freckles on his face but he had a different eye color even his hair was covering one of his eyes. His ruana was in the shade of maroon with no chameleon designs. The boy was smirking devilishly, almost as if he was planning some misfortune.

"That's nobody!"

You squeaked and tried to take the sketchbook from his hands. Camilo's nose scrunched at this, who was this boy and why does it look like him? He can't recall seeing anyone in a town like that. You took your precious sketchbook with flushed cheeks and hid it away. Camilo tilts his head.

"I...it was just a silly portrait of you if you were like...you know, a different person"

"So, did you somehow try to draw me?"

This causes your cheeks to heat up more as you frantically avoided eye contact with him. Camilo grows suspicious of your behavior, he was curious. He stands up and paces around your room, his eyes secretly looking for something. Then his eyes spotted a yellow notebook lying innocently under your table. Before you knew it, Camilo has found your secret. You gasped when he takes the slim yellow notebook with a smile, he opens it, and his smile drops. The beating of your heart was loud and fast, you bit your nails as you held your breath.

Camilo couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was a full portrait of him! And damn he looked good! The details, the colors, and the overall art were heavenly. With his excited heartbeat, he flipped the page and there was another portrait of him but it was from a different angle. The shapeshifter flips another page again, it was him as well. With every flip of the page, the only artwork he'll see is himself. Camilo doesn't notice the tint of pink on his cheeks.

"You..."

"¡Lo siento, Camilo! I didn't intend to-"

"Hey hey, it's okay. I'm not mad just...holy fuck"

You watched as Camilo sits breathlessly beside you, he carefully skims through the notebook's pages again. He waves the notebook in front of you with a smile.

"This...this is fucking awesome [Name]! Like...damn I don't what to say! You got every angle of me right and it's...wow. Everything you make is stunning"

"Camilo, I...um, gracias"

You shyly and finally thank him for the compliment. He sets the notebook aside, he's happy now you're beginning to acknowledge your talent. Camilo couldn't get over the fact you have a notebook dedicated and full of portraits of him! He felt so honored to be sketched on paper with your godlike hands. Suddenly, an idea forms in his mind.

"Ey, mind making me another full portrait of myself?"

He asks. You look at him with bafflement, was he serious? A word was unable to escape your mouth. There were mixed feelings. You were happy to make a full portrait of your best friend but afraid that you wouldn't be able to exceed his expectations, a bit angry that he dare to do this. But you softened, it was just like you and him were kids again where he would ask you to draw him anything he liked. So, you take in a deep inhale and then smiled at him.

"I would love to, Camilo"

Camilo's heart skips a beat by that. He couldn't hold himself back as he traps you in a warm embrace. You let out a tiny gasp but hugged him back. It was now you noticed that you really needed the hug.

"I'll wait for as long as it will take to make that portrait, [Name]. I'm sure once it's finished, it will be a masterpiece"

You melted by his words. You begin to question the feelings you held for him, but you're aware of how true they are. You smiled and buried yourself deeper in his embrace.

"Thank you, Camilo"

masterlist

[jscrystalized]

𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔  𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 🌹

( 𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢  𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑  -𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎-, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒’𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 ).

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑙 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚! 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:  𝑠ℎ𝑒/ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟; ℎ𝑒/ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝐶𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑜.

• POV: Camilo ~

There she was.

Linda, dancing among the tangle of so many other bodies, giving her commitment and her soul to it, concentrating her life on dance. The mullet dress swayed frantically, following every delicate, beautifully applied movement of her legs and arms. The long light brown hair that ran down her back, ending exactly at the peak of her ass, bounced around without rest. She followed a surprisingly relentless pace, leaving behind only the curious and impressed looks about her. That night, she shone brighter than the stars in the sky. Her light lit the atmosphere, drawing others to take chances, tasting unknown sensations. A pink clove on her lips and a smile that never faded from her face. She didn't stop.

His hands were sweating in anticipation, stirring every hormone in his body. Usually, Camilo was the first to throw himself on the track and deliver his best, forgetting everything else. Part of his talent dancing was inherited from Felix, what could made him feel free to be himself, unconcerned with transmutations to amuse others. And the other part, it was his genuine spirit of audacity that he never wanted to show on the surface. Today, in particular, was atypical. His spirit screamed over the sound of Latin music to lift his feet off the ground and take him to her. A hot spot crossed his freckles the instant the mention of taking the initiative popped into his mind. Should he go?

It wasn't the first time he'd seen her. She had the habit of appearing at the Madrigal family celebrations, always reserved and silent. She didn't exchange many words, instead preferring to let her body do all the communication work. It was pure art, natural talent. And as if the incredible magnetism of her presence wasn't enough, she was the owner of an incomparable beauty.

“How long are you going to stay here?” Dolores tapped his shoulder lightly with the tip of her elbow, a glass of wine in her hand and a defiant smile on her lips. “I can hear your heart from miles away. Every time it's the same thing.”

“Ha-ha” Camilo scoffed, a surge of energy increasing his heart rate at what his sister had said. A silent moment passed, until he finally concluded. “I have no idea how to do this.”

“Wow, this is very worrying. Don't you know what to do?” The sister's ironic laugh made him blush. “It's easy, lil brother. Do what you do best and just dance. The rest will happen naturally. Let me know if you need help.”

As soon as the oldest walked away, lefting the encouragement planted in his head like a seed, Camilo knew she was right. Since when had he been afraid of something he did without batting an eye? There were no more threats to worry about. Tío Bruno was back and posing no danger. The Encanto was saved and everyone was happy to have their gifts back. Dancing alongside the mystery girl was the least of their problems now. He just awaits for the right moment.

He watched her twirl with her arms above her head, her dress opening like a flower blooming just at the end of a song. Right at the beginning of another one, with scores in the calypso genre, Camilo took a deep breath, ignoring the hammering of his wavering heart. On tiptoe, he performed flashy steps, which, from his own experience, were the flagship of his dance. He closed his eyes and hope to be filled with that feeling of freedom, of bliss, of deep satisfaction. Suddenly, his legs move involuntarily, carrying him among the men and women who applaud him in awe. He couldn't deny himself, he was Pepa and Felix's golden boy. Not in a pejorative sense, of course, his brothers had unparalleled talents... however, the choreography was totally his strong point.

In a matter of minutes, the two souls covered the center of the floor with skill and mastery. The girl swirled around the curly boy, givin he all her attention. Bending her hands, calling him closer, into something more intimatate. Camilo in turn snapped his fingers, moving his arms on opposite sides up, lifting his chin and flashing her a daring smile. He heard the girl laugh behind the pink carnation stem in her teeth, stomping her feet to the beat of the music around them.

“Aye, Cami!” Someone yelled on top of all the noise, feeding his body fuel, revitalizing your energy.

At one point, the choppy sound waves dramatically descended to a slower harmonization, pairing all the couples around them in pairs for a hot mambo. His green orbs found hers, but neither had any real pretense of giving up. They preferred to vie for leadership, to know who would hold whom.

The girl walked gracefully, swaying her hips, never taking her eyes off him. Camilo tapped hands once, slowly in tune with her careful movements, palming himself. Within a breath of distance each other, he could feel her vibration, her feverish temperature, her relentless presence. Things are getting interesting now that there's finally room for affront. And she didn't give up. The sway of her body fulfilled him, she guided him, impressed him. He navigated her curves, catching a glimpse of something he'd never been curious about before.

So this is how feels atracttion on someone else works?

Camilo didn't have time for his emotions because he was more committed to meeting the needs of others – less himself, which often means an inner emptiness. It was great to help everyone, but what about him? His feelings mattered too, they were what made him himself, and now he was sure of it.

In an attempt to liven up the mood, Camilo changed shapeshifting, transforming himself into a reflection identical to his suitor. She abruptly stopped her beautiful and skillful improvisation for a laugh, a real hearty laugh. He felt empowered by awkwardly imitating her steps, unrelated to the body he now possessed, always seeking her approval.

"You're great at this, papi." She teased him, removing the blackhead from his lips with his fingers before speaking, and a wave of disconcerting emotions invaded the curly-haired boy's heart.

Making up his true identity, he bent down and lifted his palm up, holding it out to her in a sign of truce. He had to act if he didn't want this to go unnoticed and her go away like so many other times.

"Baile conmigo, princesa." he asked in a lethargic tone, visibly eager for their interaction. The labored breathing and sweat trickling down his temples and jaw, being absorbed by his shirt collar.

She made a scene, pretending to consider his request and biting her lips but it didn't take long for Camilo's hand to be filled with her's, a corner smile instantly melting him.

“I liked your ruana.” She praised her, both walking around one another.

“I liked the flower, is beautiful like you.” Camilo handed it back, his sass kicking out a flirtation.

She blushed, destabilized by the compliment. As if to ease the embarrassment, she tucked the green stem inside the boy's rauna neckline, embellishing it with that pink detail that contrasted with the vibrant yellow of the piece. “Y ahora és tuyo.”

Seconds that seemed endless passed without a word, millions of thoughts being conveyed in looks of mutual affection. Her fingers squeezed his palms minimally and if he hadn't been so attentive to his senses, he wouldn't have noticed. Immediately his legs run, a playful smile spread across her face.

"Where are we going?" she asked, laughing as she tried to keep up with the hurried boy for a unknown destination.

“Wait and see” Camilo created an enigmatic air, heading to the pillar closest to the stairs that led to the bedrooms. He looked up and cupped his hands around his mouth like a makeshift megaphone. “Casita! Help us up!”

Automatically, the big, smart house worked to dismantle the upper level guardrail and turn it into a ladder that descended to the ground near his feet.

“Bamos!” He started to move up, excited. In a way, she shared the same enthusiasm, curious to know where they were going, both hearts pounding.

On top of what would  been the roof of Abuela Alma's room, Camilo was the first to get up, then helping her. She was careful not to slip on the fabric of the dress, otherwise it would be a serious accident judging by the height they were now.

“This is my favorite place.” he explains, sitting up and patting his side for her to sit up too. “I come here when I want to relax.”

• POV: Reader ~

You understood how important it was to him and felt honored to be able to be there. Both watch the skies above their heads, allowing for a pleasant silence. Even if you didn't know him personally, you knew who he was and you knew you had a crush on him just like all girls your age, which didn't stop you from feeling lucky now.

That unplanned first meeting, the spontaneity of the events, the sweetness on his face when turned to look at you… all of this would be etched in your memory forever.

"You know...I see you." Camilo confessed, expelling a ton from his chest. You tilt your head and he continues. “I don't remember when it started, but I saw how you dance and how good you are at it and sometimes I even feel envy. I'm just a viewer and I never get tired because you are amazing.” When he finished, his whole body was boiling and his chin was trembling with nervousness. "And I know this might sound weird, we just met..."

You caught what he meant and what was implied by the unspoken words and thanked the greater forces that your deep interest was not as oblivious as you thought. From the first day you took part in one of the Madrigals celebrations, it was as if a small obsession with him had unexpectedly appeared, and since you didn't intend to be inconvenient, you hid it. After all, you believed your chances were remote, almost non-existent.

Smiling, you gazed at the moonlit freckles and the perfect curls that formed from the roots and fell to her narrow shoulders. God, he's criminally handsome.

“I see you tho, Camilo. And isn't like I just said that because you have a gift or something. It goes much further. Maybe's just be too early to bring up the subject.”

Yes, it was definitely too early and it was too fast. Camilo cleared his throat, extremely flushed and relieved that he could not been caught by the darkness of the night. Reciprocity can be charming and new, however, he wanted to understand a little more about it. Understand a little more about you. Before saying something stupid that would spoil everything, Camilo removed the clove from the rauna, placing it on his legs, and pulled the fabric of the poncho down his arms, leaving only the white shirt underneath. He offered the ruana to you, a passionate expression on his face.

“Take it, hermosa, it's yours now. I have many others where this one came from.” It justified when you drew your eyebrows together. “a fair exchange. Your flower and my ruana.”

Despite his hesitation in accepting, you couldn't refuse such an affectionate act and couldn't wait to use it. “Gracias...” You hugged the fabric to your chest, inhaling the boy's heady scent and he came undone at the sight.

Both would like that moment to last a lifetime, just to prolong their stay together. It's a shame that everything good ends so quickly. You needed to go home to help your father with some chores and Camilo made you promise to come back to visit him the next day, so it was done.

• POV: Camilo ~

He had prepared all the ground, making all the Madrigals aware of you, which meant a special dinner for your arrival. Nothing that was very promising, but that would certainly be very important to you – and to him. Tía Julieta cooked her best appetizing recipes and Isabela decorated everything delicately, without exaggeration. Mirabel sewed a brand new rauna for him and Bruno, and a skirt for herself. And Pepa… evidently wanted nothing to go wrong, whispering to herself that it wasn't necessary to freak out because her son was one foot from a date

For Camilo's happiness, dinner was fine. You were too gorgeous in a coral-orange jumpsuit, your hair pulled back in a subtly messy ponytail, and the same warm look he adored. The family treated you like a real princess and, to the boy's surprise, there weren't any unnecessary comments regarding a hasty marriage.

At one point during the night, they approached the theme of music, thing they had a great affinity for there, and Agustin had the brilliant idea to show you his gift on the piano, since everyone had a power except him, Felix and Mirabel. And that didn't detract from how fantastic he was at playing. First it was lyrical notes, a sweet, peaceful sound. Then he added a touch of parsley, warming the mood. Camilo noticed every minute detail about you and it was no surprise to see your hips swaying, seeking to synchronize with every note that hovered around everyone else.

Camilo invite you for a dance, and you accept, very hesitantly, because you have no affinity with this modality - dance in pairs, but at least gave it a chance. At first, she only knows how to apologize for how much stepped on the boy's feet, who seemed unshakable even with the pain. He held you deftly and little by little showed you how to make it work. Camilo couldn't stop looking at you, in fact he didn't measure efforts to do so. You radiated an iridescent glow that enchanted him. Literally.

He knew you were the girl for him.

What was supposed to be a visit one day dragged on for a whole year. Every day you was present, helping the family with whatever it takes and especially being close to Camilo, reinforcing her feelings that were now even more intense. Your name was already on everyone's lips at the Casita, as everyone hoped to see you together someday, especially Dolores.Well, ambitious as Camilo was, he'd confided his love vows to you less than three weeks after they'd officially met, which had resulted in a secret relationship that ultimately everyone was suspicious of.

• POV: Reader ~

Pepa encouraged Camilo to be a good boy, which was not necessary. Camilo was the best person you had ever met. Gentle, sweet, playful, sensitive, extremely caring and respectful when they were alone under the four walls of his room. You could barely start a sentence and he would finish it, as if he could read your thoughts. You wanted something and he hurried to do it just to saw your satisfied smile in thanks. However, in contrast to his lovable personality, he could also be a playful comedian without limits, sometimes getting on your nerves.

And today in particular, you weren't in the mood for pranks and Camilo managed to be annoying enough to make you frown for the rest of the night.

“Cami, just shut up, please.” You request in an emphatic, exhausted tone. Your morning had been a frustrating one at the bakery your dad ran and having him snap at everything you said only made you worse.

“Come on, sweetheart, ¿Qué pasa?” The curly hair boy questioned, finally settling down beside her on the bed. You were lying on your back staring at the ceiling and he lay on his side, his face projected very close to you.

"No big deal, I had a bad day, that's it." You take a deep breath, closing your eyes in the brief moment of stillness.

“Hmm, and what can I do to improve this, mi amor?” Camilo settled closer to you, carrying his hand to caress your cheek with the links of his fingers.

You lean into the soft touch, relaxing. "Shhh..."

But he looked restless, nervous. Maybe he wanted a more specific statement of what you passed or he just had the innocent intention of embarrassing you by initiating a small kissing session on the same cheek he caressed earlier. Slow kisses that traced a line from your cheekbone to your earlobe, sending a shiver through you.

“You're so beautiful, amor.” He whispered in your ear. “Dime qué está pasando... I want to help you."

Your heart hammered in the chest and you took a deep breath, regaining your sanity after that. Turned your face to see him staring at you, his eyes intense and dark in submission to you.

“You look beautiful when you're mad, muy muuy hermosa. Come here…” He pulled you up and laid your head on his chest, you breathing in his rauna and never getting tired of his scent. Stroked your hair, patiently given your time and allowed you to calm down.

“I miss dancing with you.” You say, stressing over the silence too.

"Let's dance then."

Lifting your neck the slightest bit, you caught him watching you intently and a fragile smile crept onto her face. He was the most important boy in your life, to whom you had given your all. Your time, your strength, your desire, your passion. A stunning beauty, he was extraordinary with his gift, humble and full of surprises. His golden skin overshadowed even the colors of the rainbow, and all the elements that made up his physiognomy were incredibly harmonious.

“Come, mi vida, levántate.” He lifted you carefully and helped you out of bed, running over to the small radio on the dresser next to the porch door. Music blared from the radio as it turned on and you shivered, your muscles tensing in alert.

Before you could think of a method of escape – 'cause you didn't danced for a long time, you'd probably be rusty, Camilo didn't wait and performed small actions consistent with the beats that filled the room, walking slowly towards to you.

“Cami…” You struggled, though nothing came to your mind, no coherent idea. Music was your weakness, and it was hard to resist. Your limbs involuntarily throbbed in need, requiring you to follow along with a few short moves, perfecting them as the sound went on.

“Sí, amor, that’s what I’m talking about!” He gasped, staring at his hourglass body that slithered, rippling with cunning. The swaying wide hips were his undoing.

Damn, Camilo was an expert at lifting your spirits. Quickly his face radiated pure delight, reminiscing about old times. Her chest rose and fell quickly, panting. Droplets of sweat were already spreading across her skin. Both found an equal attunement of mobility, giving way to competitive spirits that only you knew. He took two steps toward him and placed his hands on his waist, tracking his dexterity with minimal difficulty. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning your back back and throwing all your weight so he could hold you, trusting him with everything. And Camilo did not disappoint. He knew you so well, deciphering you by heart and sautéing. His hands immediately supported her back, holding her a few inches off the ground. You looked at each other, absolutely in love, sweating and panting from the exercise you loved so much.

“Thank you, Chameleon.” You smiled, embarrassed. "I needed that."

Camilo craned his neck and planted a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

“You are amazing, princesa. I will always remind you of this.” Camilo squeezed you a little tighter to get you back to your natural posture, hugging you tight and snuggling you on top of his slender, cozy frame. You no longer remembered why you were angry, that dance and the boy's affection had extracted everything negative from inside you, leaving only the deep love between you.

And so life went on. With each celebration of the arrival of summer or anniversaries of each Madrigal, you and Camilo led the dance room. Your connection could surprise from a child who knew little about dance, to the most skeptical who believed that “dancing was not a sport”. In fact, you never believed that this is a sport. Sports are boring, at least for you. But dancing... there was a whole special feeling, a form of expression, a demonstration of feelings. What was even more beautiful was the way both of you were connected to the dance. It was through this that both met and fell in love.

And so they would continue, the dancing lovers.

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OK I NEEDED TO DO THIS- I'VE BEEN WAITING A WHILE TO POST THIS

So..

I decided to draw Terry and Terri's kids

Because WHY NOT

I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO DO

So let's start off with Terriy

Terriy: is the right head. Looking like Terry but looks more like his mother. A really good singer, and also an artist, loves his brother more than anything. He is quite of a nerd, and a really funky werido. But he's happy. He kind of likes to dance and he has some magic tricks (that Terry and Terri taught him and his brother). He loves wearing cozy beanies. And a very helpful and sweet monster. But when he's angry he is SCARY. He's also a scarer! A very snuggly person. He's really into space and he makes a lot of theories.

Terriy's voice-Oliver tree

Terre: is the left head. Looking very much like Terri but has hair from his mother. He's the excited and jumpy brother. Basically like a party master. Loves doing funny voices. (And do voices with helium). He is also an artist as well and loves doing magic tricks. And he is very confident and brave. He loves bugs, he is also a scarer just like Terriy. And he loves tortillas. A very cuddly person, and tries to act cute. But though he wants the best for everyone and his team, and also his brother. He cares about everyone and he will do anything he can to make them happy.

Terre's voice-Rhenzy Feliz (who played Camilo in encanto)

The sweet boys have to be one of my favorite OC's I've ever made 🥺🥺🥺

THEY JUST LOOK SO CUTE AH-

Also here's the checkered sweater they wear

Or

(screenshots I just took)

Hope you love OC's ❤️