Okay okay so like I hc in modern au that Camilo is in band and theatre right,,,but I was thinking,,,what instrument would he play.. Cause like I’m getting vibes that he’d play either trumpet or another brass instrument.. I don’t think he would touch a woodwind, but he may be percussion…

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Chapter one

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The frigid air of England hits (y/n) as she gazes out of her window, her face saddens as thoughts swim in her mind. She sighs, playing with the bracelet around her wrist. How was she going to connect with the people in Colombia. Her and her brother are French and British, meaning their accent was so evident in their voice. She sighs, resting her head on her arms, closing her eyes.

“Mon Dieu” she mumbles, leaning back up as she racks a hand through her hair. Closing her eyes, she looks across the street. People bustling in the city, cars driving past as kids run around. Her door slams open, making the girl turn around to meet the bright eyes of her brother. His curly deep brown hair messy. She smiles at the boy as he runs her, his lip wobbling.

“Is Papa correct? Are we moving” he says, his voice wobbly as tears fall down his cheeks. (Y/N) smiles at her brother, squawking down to his level. She cups his cheeks, wiping away his tears.

“Oui, but you’ll have me and Papa” she says softly as Finn hugs his sister tightly, letting out a sob.

“But I don’t wanna leave! I like it here” he cries, gripping onto his sisters’ blouse. She sighs, rubbing his back as she coos at him.

“I don’t either copian. But what Papa says goes. Even if both you and I disagree with his decisions. We have to do as he says” The girl says softly, rubbing his back as she sits on the hardwood floor. She pulls her brother onto her lap, letting him lay his ear on her chest. His lip wobbles, his grip on her blouse not loosening as he lets his tears fall. He looks up at her with his big hazel eyes, his eyes glassy.

“Can you sing that one song” he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper. (Y/N) smiles, rubbing his back as she hums.

“I sing a lot of songs buddy, which one do you want to hear?” She asks softly, as Finn grips her shirt tighter.

“The sister one. The one Wilbur wrote” he says softly, looking towards the floor. (Y/N) smiles, nodding. She moves Finn next to her, standing up to get her guitar that was beside her bed. She sits back down next to him, fixing her posture. She hums, strumming her guitar, a small smile on her face.

“I thought I couldn’t love anymore” (Y/N) begins, as she strums the guitar. “Turns out I can’t but not for the same reasons as before” Finn looks up towards his sister, a smile on his face as he listens to her sing.

“I use everyone I meet. I can’t find the perfect match” She sings softly, her voice light “Abuse those I love, while I ostracize the ones who love me… back” she continues to play the guitarist, a solemn smile on her face as she looks down as she plays.

“In the path of least resistance, I find myself salting the Earth. Every time that I miss you. I feel the way you hurt” (Y/N) sings, lancing up at her brother as he leans her head on her shoulder. She smiles, continuing the song.

“And I don’t deserve you. You deserve the world. Though it feels like we were built…” she sings, waiting for the next verse,“ From the same dirt” She strums the guitar harder, making it louder as she hums.

“I hate to say it. But your sister was right” she says, swallowing as she feels tears brim to her eyes. “Don’t trust English boys with far too much free time” Her voice grows wobble as she feels her emotions coming a brew.

“And i hate to say t. But your sister was right. I’m nothing but a problem. Leave you crying overnight” She says, tears falling from her eyes and sliding on her rosy cheeks. She hears her brother sniffle, singing along softly with her.

“And I hate to say it. But your sister was right” (Y/N) repeats, sniffling herself as she strums her guitar with passion.

“I can’t focus on the future only my short sight” she sings with passion, her voice on punctuating the words she sings. “I hate to say it. But your sister was right…” She strums the guitar, it leaving a ringing before she strums it again.

“I’m a wanker. Complete wanker” she says, her voice going quiet with her guitar. “ A fucking waste of time” She strums her guitar, the meaning of the song handing in her mind as her brother sniffles again. She looks over to her brother as he plays with a button on his shirt, his face sad with the news they were brought of.

“Do you want to go get some biscuits?” (Y/N) asks softly, placing her guitar next to her. She feels her brother nod. He rubs his nose with his shirt sleeve. The girl smiles, standing up, and helping the smaller boy up.

“Go get your shoes on. I’ll be down in a minute” the girl says, patting her brother on the back. He nods, rushing out of her room and down the stairs. She sighs, gulping as she looks back outside.

“What are we gonna do” she mumbles to herself. She turns, grabbing a cardigan, slipping it on and some boots as well.

“Can we go to foxes one” Finn asks, gripping (Y/N)’s sleeve. She smiles, nodding at her brother’s question.

“Oui! We can take the tube to get there” She says, walking towards the stairs leading towards the subway. Finn nods, glancing around as he grips his sister tighter. They walk down the steps, people scattered around the pavement, waiting for the next train. (Y/N) walks over to a large sign, looking at in thought.

“We’ll need to get off here” she mumbles to herself as Finn looks around skittishly. A ding flows through the underground, the train stopping. (Y/N) wraps her arm around her brother, walking onto the trains. They stand near the side as people crowd onto the train. (Y/N) rubs her brothers shoulder as the train begins moving through the underground. Finn hides his face in her blouse as the travel. Soon enough their stop comes. (Y/N) moves off the train with her brother in front of her. She smiles, taking his hand, leading him up the steps and onto the busy streets of London. She hums, a bittersweet smile on her face as they make their way to their destination.

Opening The door, a small ding rings through the small café. (Y/N) hold the door open for her brother before walking in herself. She smiles, taking in the smell of freshly baked pastries. She leans down slightly as her brother looks up at her.

“Get whatever you want okay” she says softly as Finn nods happily, running towards the clear window with pastries on show. She smiles, walking towards the counter. She looks towards who is at the cash register, meeting the eyes of her good friend. He smiles, his braces showing.

“Bonjour (Y/N)!” The boy says happily, making a small wave. The girl smiles back, walking up to him.

“B - Bonjour Alex” she says softly, her anxious nature taking over. He smiles, his blond hair messy as ever.

“I see you’re letting Finn get anything he wants” he says before leaning on the counter, leaning his face closer to (Y/N)’s. She leans her head back, looking into the boy’s muddy green eyes. “What’s the special occasion?” Alex questions, a smirk on his lips. (YN) chuckles awkwardly, gripping her pants n an anxious behaved.

“W - What?” She lets out, looking everywhere but where Alex is suituated, “There’s no special occasion” Alex laughs, leaning back as he crosses his arms. He raises a questionable brow, his smirk staying on his lips. (Y/N) sighs in defeat, reaching up and twirling a price of hair with her finger.

“W - Well Papa told me something and it’s really big” She mumbles quickly, looking towards the side. Alex looks confused at the girl before sighing. He glances at the clock before leaning closer to her.

“I get off in ten” He stats, looking towards the clock before back to the girl “Tell me what’s happening, ya got it” (Y/N) nods, sopping her anxious habit. Finn walks up to his sister, taking her free hand in his.

“I want the yokshire pudding” he says, he punctuation troublesome. Alex laughs, nodding at the boy.

“Got it petit homme” Alex says, snapping his fingers as he makes his way to the displays. He takes a paper bag, opening it and placing the treat in the bag.

“Anything else?” he asks, leaning back up. The girl hums, looking up at the menu in thought.

“I’ll have a few biscuits, and then two millionaires’ shortbread” she says before looking down at her brother a smile on her lips.

“Anything else you want?” She asks softly. Finn nods, letting go of her hand walking over to the cases. He points towards a strawberry syllabub. Alex smiles, grabbing the treat and biscuits. Putting the biscuits in their own separate bag. The syllabub in a plastic cup. Alex sticks a spoon in the treat, handing it over to Finn. Finn’s eyes widen and glisten. (Y/N) chuckles, reaching in her pocket for her wallet. She pulls it out opening it. She looks towards Alex who smiles at her.

“How much?” she asks, looking towards Alex. Alex smiles cheekily.

“7 pounds Madame” Alex says, leaning against the counter. Finn walks up to his sister, taking her free hand again as he holds his treat. (Y/N) nods, pulling out the sterling’s. She places it on the counter. She turns towards the door, before glancing back.

“We’ll be outside, come to us when your done beau” she says before walking out with her brother. The two sit on the patio seats. She smiles, watching as her brother digs into the treat. She places the two bags on the table, taking a seat beside Finn.

“Are you goma tel Alex?” Finn asks, his mouth full of the frosty treat. (Y/N) laughs, shaking her head as she takes a napkin, whipping is cheek.

“Ne mange pas la bouche pleine, frere” she says softly, a sweet smile on her face. Finn smiles, apologizing before shoving more of the sweet treat in his mouth. (Y/N) takes her own sweet treat from her paper bag, taking a bite of it, humming in satisfaction. Finn looks up at his sister, placing his utensil down.

“I want some’” he says sweetly opening his mouth. (Y/N) smiles laughing at her brother. She shakes her head before letting her brother take a bite of her treat. He hums, closing his eyes as he takes in the flavor.

“’M like it” he says, happily. (Y/N) laughs, shaking her head placing the used napkin down.

“Oh, frere” she mutters, smiling at the boy.

“Alright Mon angle, what is troubling” Alex says, sitting next to the girl. (Y/N) jumps, clutching her heart.

“Mered Alex!” The girl says, turning to glare at the boy who chuckles. Alex leans forward, placing his head in his hands. (Y/N) glares at the boy before sighing glancing at her brother.

“Papa got a letter back from his ami” she says lightly, playing with the bracelet on her wrist. Alex hums, raising a brow. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It said that we are welcomed to move to Colombia, and Papa is making us move there” she says softly, hurt evident in her voice. Alex’s eyes wide, his mouth agape. He stutters, his throat going dry. he closes his mouth, swallowing before speaking.

“C - Colombia?” He says breathlessly, not believing what he heard. (Y/N) sighs, her face saddens. Finn looks between Alex and his sister before speaking.

“Papa says it’s be a fresh start for us” Finn says, playing with the rest of his treat “he says that they’d welcome us since that are also magical. I don’t believe it. Sissy doesn’t like it” he says with innocence, looking sadly at Alex.

“I don’t want to leave Alex. I like it here” he says, his voice wobbling. Alex closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“It’s okay petite homme” Alex says, reaching over the table to grasp his hand. Alex rubs Finn’s hand reassuringly. “We’ll just have to make the most of it before you leave” (Y/N) takes a hitched breath, tears brimming from her eyes.

“That’s the thing Alec” she says, her voice wavering. Alex looks up, his face filled with worry and concern.

“We’re leaving tomorrow” she whimpers out, gripping her slacks. Alex’s eyes widen again, tears coming to his eyes as well.

“T- That’s unfair! Did your Papa think about you? Or Finn! T -That’s!” Alex says, his lips wobbling as he tries to keep his tears in.

“Je suis desole, Alexandre” (Y/N) mumbles, as she’s taken into an embrace by the male. H holds her tightly, closing his eyes.

“C'est bon angle” Alexander mumbles. Holding her as she sobs into his chest. Finn looks at the two, his eyes watering as well. Alex looks over at him, lifting his arm to welcome him into the hug. Finn rushes over, clutching Alex’s shirt.

“I don’t want to leave” he wails, his tears falling as both the teenagers look at the young boy. They glance at each other, calming the small boy.

“it’s okay, frere”

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“Everyone come on! The taxi’s here!” Miguel calls out to his daughter and son. He stands in the doorway, hands on his hips watching the two come down the stairs. Finn clutches his stuffed mushroom, his eyes glistening with tears. Miguel coos at his son, bending down.

“Come ‘er Fannie” Miguel says, opening his arms to the small boy. Finn scrunches his nose, glaring at his father as he clutches the stuffed toy. His sister soon follows, her hand glazing the barren walls as she walks down the stairs, her rucksack on hr shoulders. She reaches the bottom of the stairs, seeing her brother glaring at their father, she sighs, walking to him and scooping him up. She holds him to her chest walking towards their father.

“Let’s go” she says dryly, walking past him and to the taxi that’s filled with their belongings. Miguel sighs standing up and following the two. He opens the back for the two, letting them get in. (Y/N) places Finn in his car seat, strapping him in. She leans away, shutting his door.

“(Y/N)” Miguel says, placing a hand on her shoulder. She glances at her father, a blank expression on her face. Miguel sighs, pulling her into a hug.

“I know this Isn’t ideal, Fillie” Miguel says, placing his chin on top of her head, “But you’ll love Colombia more that you think you will” (Y/N) sniffles, pulling back.

“I don’t know, but I’ll try for you and Finn” she says softly, turning away heading to the other side of the taxi. Miguel watches his daughter get into the taxi, sighing to himself. He rubs his face before getting into the front seat. The taxi driver looks towards Mughal asking where they deeded to be taken to.

“L'areorport s'il vous plait” Miguel says, glancing back to his children. he sighs, looking back in front of him as the car starts. (Y/N) looks out the window, watching the scenery rush by. She sighs, leaning her cheek against the window.

Thirty minutes passed by the radio being the only noise in the car. The taxi stops in front of the busy airport. Miguel gets out of the car, walking towards the truck. (Y/N) gets out, walking towards her dad.

“What do you need me to do?” she asks, watching her dad pull the luggage out.

“Watch Finn, and I’ll give you his and your carry-on bags” Miguel huffs out, as the Taxi man walks towards him to help. (Y/N) nods, walking over to the other side of the car. She opens the door, unbuckling her brother. He looks at her, getting out with her help. Finn grips her hand tightly as they watch their father.

“(Y/N) here” Miguel huffs, handing the girl a bag and a suitcase. She slips the bag on her other shoulder as Finn grips her hand. Miguel smiles, thanking the taxi driver. Miguel nudges towards the door, having the two follow him. Time brushes by, as they get to the plane. Miguel smiles, rubbing his daughter’s shoulder.

“You two ready?” He asks, as they walk through the gate and to their awaited flight. (Y/N) smiles at her father as Finn stays quiet.

“Ready as I’ll ever be” she mumbles, walking onto the plane.  

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Prologue

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Everyone in Encanto knew of the Madrigal twins. The troublemaker twins one may say. The two are inseparable, you see one twin, the other is not far behind. Camilo is the youngest twin, a golden child to the village of Encanto. Watching and babysitting kids for tired parents. The oldest twin, Carlos, is a menace to the village. He gets enjoyment from causing people’s days to go wack.

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“Alma, you have a letter for… Bruno” a male says, reaching into his bag, pulling out the letter, and handing it to the older lady. Alma grabs the letter, glancing at it. Alma nods, thanking the man and walking back into casita. Walking into the kitchen, Alma sits down at the table. Reading the letter, she smiles.

“Ah Miguel” he says softly, opening the envelope and pulling out the letter.

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Alma smiles, placing the letter down. Her smile is bittersweet, knowing the boy who this was meant for is no longer there. Alma rubs her eyes before calling it for her daughters.

“Pepa! Julieta! Come here” Alma calls out, hearing footsteps sounding through the house. Pepa peaks her head around the corner.

“Yes Mama?” Pepa asks, walking through the archway and towards her mother. Julieta comes around the corner her husband following her. Alma gestures towards the seats in front of her. The three sit down, looking at each other.

“Pepa, can you call Felix down” Alma says softly, as Pepa nods. Pepa calls for her husband who rushes to where she is.

“Yes, mi Vida?” Felix asks, worry evident on his face. Pepa looks towards the empty seat to her left. Felix sits down as the room grows quiet.

“You all remember you brothers friend Miguel, correct” Alma asks, looking at the four of them. Pepa nods, opening her mouth to speak before her mother hushes her.

“I got a letter from him today” Alm says softly. Julieta gasps, leaning forward.

“Was it for…” she drawls out as her mother nods.

“Si, and he’s asking to move back to Encanto” Alma says, her voice soft. Pepa glance at her husband as a small cloud forms over her head.

“Mama does Miguel know… Bruno isn’t here anymore” Pepa asks, her voice low. Alma shakes her head no, a solemn look on her face.

“No, but it’s better he knows now then later” Alma says, looking between her daughters. The two nod. Felix rubs his wife’s back as Agustin rubs his wife’s shoulder.

“Did he state a reason on why he wants to move back” Julieta asks. Alma sighs, shaking her head.

“No but he left for his collage, to pursue his degree” Alma says, glancing back to the letter in her hands. Felix looks up, leaving his hand on Pepa’s back.

“Miguel was a sweet man; I say we let him back. I remember Bruno saying he adopted a daughter at one point” Felix says, looking over at Julieta and Agustin who nod in agreement. Alma smile wavers.

“In his letter, he stated that he adopted another kid. There isn’t much information, but I believe he is expecting to see Bruno and tell him” Alma sighs out, gripping the letter in her hand. Pepa’s cloud grows as she thinks.

“If Miguel is asking to move back… Then there is a good reason” Pepa states as everyone agrees with her. Alma nods, setting the letter down on the table.

“Well then. It is decided we let Miguel and his family move back to the Encanto” Alma states as her two daughters smile in glee.

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“Papa, you have a letter” The girl sates, holding the letter in her hand as her father rushes over. He takes it from her hand as he stands there, questioning her father’s excitement.

“What is it?” She asks, raising a questionable brow as she fixes the backpack that is hanging off her shoulder.

“It’s from my friend’s mother” Th father says, a smile on his tan lips. The girl sighs, walking into the kitchen.

“Bruno, right” she asks as her father nods.

“Oui! And his mother saysss” he drawls out walking over to the girl,“ That we are welcomed to move to Encanto!”

‘Encanto?“ The girl questions, not remembering any country that was named Encanto.

"Yes Encanto! That is where I grew up. It’s in Colombia” Her father happily says, grinning towards his daughter. She goes wide eyed, her mouth going dry.

“C - Colombia?” She asks breathlessly, her eyes wide in terror. The father smiles sheepishly, walking towards her. He places a hand on her cheek, a small smile on his lips.

“Oui. It’ll be a great fresh start” he says softly as the girl staggers back.

“A fresh start?! I just got out of my comfort zone here papa!” The girl says exasperated, her breathing increasing. “I just made friends Papa! And what about Finn!”

“(Y/N)” the father says, a solemn look on his face as he watches his daughter freak out.

“I can’t start a new Papa! Just talking to Alex without my bloody stutter!” She says, tears brimming to her eyes as her father looks at her sadly.

“A - And Wilbur is teaching me how to play the piano, a – and” She says, her breathing unsteady as she gets pulled into a hug by her father. She lets out a strangled sob, tears falling from her eyes. Her father hushes her, rubbing her back a cradling her head.

“I know Cherie” he mumbles, a frown on his lips, “but it’s for the best”

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Carlos x fem-reader

-Carlos Madrigal has always been one to ignore love. He got love and attention from his family. That’s enough for him….right?

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Prologue

Chapter One

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Tranquility was always something Carlos felt when he was with you. He would feel calm, his normal scowl replaced with a small smile on the rarest days. You always brought his softer side out even though he wants no one to know about that hidden side of him.

The breeze was soft, the trees blowing as the village bustled with activity. Carlos smirked, watching and waiting for his next victim. His younger twin brother off to help those in need. Carlos rolls his eyes at the thought, grumbling to himself. He leans off the alleyway wall, walking into the busy market of encanto.

Carlos glances around, his eyes moving from one person to the next. No one really shining to him. He grumbles to himself, deepening his scowl. He rolls his shoulders, coming up to a fruit stand, quicky snatching a mango. The shop owner calls after him. Carlos smirks, taking out his pocket knife and cutting into the fruit. He hums, enjoying the tater of the fruit, taking in the sounds of the Encanto.

“oh camilo!”

Carlos turns, his smirk replaced with a immediate scowl. Of course it wouldn’t be a normal day without someone mistaking him as his twin. A girl runs up to him, placing a hand on his forearm.

“(y/n) was looking for you!” The girl says, patting his forearm before running into the crowd behind him. Carlos’ eyes widen, his thoughts running.

What could you possibly need with his brother. His younger brother he might add. Carlos grumbles again, walking the way the girl came from. He looks around, looking for you.

“To many people” he grumbles, slipping into an alleyway, leaning against the brick of someone’s house. He takes an aggressive bite of his mango, his face scowling at nothing.

What could you even want from Camilo? He’s so much better than his twin. In so many ways as well! Carlos drops his mango, a new mission on his mind.

Find where the fuck you were.

Camilo rushes up to you, his curly hair a mess as he breathes heavily. His hands on his knees as he leans over.

“Just…give…me” he huffs out, running a hand through his hair. You raise a brow at the boy, placing the crate you were caring on the ground beside you. Camilo stretches his back before looking at you sincerely.

“So, who’s the guy that asked you out?” Camilo asks, a questioning smile on his lips. Your face scrunches up, as you place your hands on your hips. You groan, as Camilo laughs.

“It was Diego! And you know how he can’t take a hint” you groan out, reaching down and picking up the crate again. Camilo gasps, grasping you forearm as he laughs.

“Him!? Really?!” Camilo laughs out, walking beside as you walk into the busy street. You sigh, grumbling to yourself.

“yeah, and he started saying stuff like” you say, starting to mock the boy “‘you need a strong man to be your husband’ 'you women need to be in the house watching the kids and make us men food” you gag out. Camilo burst out laughing, tears brimming to his.

“Oh my” he wheezes out, clutching his stomach when you come to a stop. You glance at the boy before shaking your head, setting down the crate.

“Here señorita maria” you say softly, as the lady looks at the crate.

“Oh gracias!” She says, waving at you as you walk with Camilo. The said boy still laughing his ass off.

“Will you shut it” you grumble, hitting his shoulder as he belows in laughter. Camilo finally calms himself, wiping a tear away.

“oh hombre, solo espera hasta que mi hermano escuche esto” camilo let’s out, a smirk coming to his lips. You choke on air, hitting your chest as you glare at the twin.

“Do not tell Carlos!” You say, your face becoming flushed at the thought of the older twin. Camilo snickers, glancing at you.

“Oh I don’t know princesa. I think it’ll be a great react from mi hermano” Camilo sneers, smirking down at you. You grumble, shoving him away.

“As if he’d-”

“What’d you want to tell me?”

You and Camilo go silent. Camilo looks back, rubbing his neck as a awkward chuckle escapes his lips.

“ah! Carlos, just the man I wanted to see” camilo says, glancing at you before looking back at his brother. Carlos crosses his arms, a scowl evident on his face. Camilo gulps before wrapping a arm around his brother.

“Well you see here, (y/n) here. Got asked out on a date~” Camilo teases, seeing his brother’s eye twitch. Camilo smirks, patting Carlos’ shoulder. Camilo leans in, a smirk still plastered on his face.

“To bad you were beaten to the game, hermano” Camilo whispers. Carlos glares deeply at camilo, huffing. He grumbles, shrugging his brother’s arm off before looking at you.

“Who asked” Carlos asks, his scowl deepening at the feelings raging inside his chest. You let out a chuckle, playing with your hair.

“Ah well,, it was Diego” you mumble, watching Carlos’ eye twitch yet again as a nastier scowl comes upon his face.

“B - But I said no to him after all..” you mumble, watching Carlos’ face slightly relax. Camilo watches the interact. A large smirk on his face as he slips away.

Carlos takes your hand into his, dragging you away from the busy streets of Encanto.

“Carlos!” You call out as he drags you behind him. His eyes set in front of him, scowl still present on his lips. You blink, stopping your struggling at you let the boy pull you.

Carlos takes you to a river bank. The trees overhang and create shade over the bank. Carlos let’s go of your hand, walking forward. He sits down near a tree, leaning against the trunk. You blink at the boy, confused as to why he dragged you here.

“Carlos?” You say, staying in your spot. Carlos ignores you, playing with his ruana. You sigh, walking over to him and taking a seat next to him. Pulling up your knees, you wrap your arms around your legs as your head rests on top of your knees.

Silence washes over you two. The stream of water and a few animal noises keeping you company. You look down towards the grass, thinking of a way to break the heavy silence.

“Did you really say no?” Carlos says, breaking the silence as his arms rest behind his head. You glance at the boy, his hair shining in the beams of sunlight. You smile as you feel heat rush to your cheeks. Blinking, you turn away, resting your cheek on your knee.

“Sí, I don’t like Diego” you answer softly, as Carlos nods. Carlos looks up to the sky, his thoughts running wild.

“Good” he mumbles, glancing at you. Your eyes wide, as heat flushes your cheeks.

“W - What” you stutter out as Carlos chokes on his spit. He leans forwards, hitting his chest coughing. Carlos looks at you, his fave flushed. his hair covering his eye in a beautiful way. You gaze into his eyes. He quickly looks away, coughing.

“Jesus” Carlos mumbles, facepalming himself as he grips his ruana. You raise a brow at him, a smile on your face.

Carlos falls onto his plush bed, smashing his face into his pillow. Two weeks have passed since that faculty moment and it feels as if that Diego guy continues to get at you. Anytime you and Carlos hang out, he just has to be there. Or when Carlos tries to talk to you, there he is, flirting with what’s his.

Carlos grips his pillow, screaming into it with frustration. Carlos hears his door creak open with footsteps. He glares, his face still smushed with his pillow.

“Go away” Carlos growls out, his voice muffled. Weight is added to his bed, making Carlos move slightly.

“You know, you could just ask her out”

Carlos glares at his brother, a sneer on his face.

“It’s not that easy idiot” Carlos growls out, his grip on is pillow tightening. Camilo sighs, looking at his swaying feet.

“It’s sad ya know” Camilo says, glancing at his older brother who glares at him. Carlos grumbles before sitting up and sitting next to his brother.

“whatever” he grumbles out, his posture slouched as he glares at nothing. Camilo feels pity for his older brother. Knowing how both Carlos and (Y/N) fee about each other. Camilo smirks, an idea popping into his head.

“Well i guess I’ll just have to tell Mami about your crush” Camilo lets out, making his brother jumps and grips his shirt.

“No you won’t!” Carlos growls out, glaring at his brother. Camilo smirks, moving to get up.

“Oh but i will~” Camilo coos, as his brother tries to stop him.

“Do not tell mama” Carlos says, desperation in his voice. Camilo smirks, turning on his heel to face Carlos. Camilo Lena’s forward, getting into his face.

“Well then confess” Camilo teases watching his brothers face erupt in color. Camilo doubles in laughter as Carlos tries to quiet him. Carlos runs a hand through his hair, showing his other eyes.

“Fine” Carlos grumbles out as Camilo smiles in satisfaction.

How did Carlos find himself in this situation again? Watching the love of his life crush talking to that good for nothing Diego. Carlos gags as his grip tie tens on his arms. Jealousy rising in him like a raging storm. He watches as Diego touches your arm in a sweet manner. Carlos grimaces, his grip tightening.

He should be the one touching you

Diego laughs as you scoot back, clearly uncomfortable by the boy who’s pursing you. Carlos’ mind is riddle with terrible thoughts on how to torture the poor boy. Carlos soon finds himself walking up to you two. A scowl on his face as he strides over. Carlos reaches up and grips Diego’s shoulder, pulling him away to get in front of you. Diego double takes, seeing the trouble maker. His face dropping as Carlos smiles up at him, a closed eyes smile.

“Why don’t you scurry on, yeah?” Carlos lets out, looking at him with a dead pane look. Diego almost pisses his self, nodding before running away. Carlos watches the boy retreat, a weight lifted off his heart fr the time being. You look towards Carlos, your cheeks rosy as you look at the boy. Carlos turns back towards you, taking your hand in his before dragging you off.

“You’re mine, don’t forget it”

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Wanna write a one-shot of jealous Carlos…omg he’d be

Carlos lovers? Anyone?

Fool in love Pt.2

Carlos Madrigal x She/them Reader with a gift

Genre: angst/fluff? it’s mostly carlos this chapter

warnings: none

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Slow update, it’s been.. roughly half a month? I’m busy with school sorry.

The next day, he went back to his usual — avoiding all tasks and maybe steal something from the bakery that’s by chance near your house even though he could’ve just asked Tia Julieta for arepas or any type of bread he wanted.

He stayed hidden in the alley, slicing his bread in half with his pocket knife to save for later. He glanced at you not so subtly as he enjoyed his breakfast.

“Are you going to keep staring like a creep or?”

He heard your unmistakable voice and looked around, trying to see who you were talking to.

“I’m talking to you, señor with the hair covering an eye while eating bread”

He gulped down his mouthful of bread, thinking if he should make a run for it. But he’s no coward so he stepped out into the light, shrugging like this was his plan all along.

“Whats a Madrigal doing here, casually watching a local anyways” You tossed the blob of an apple core you liquified up and down your hand. “don’t try to deny it, i’ve seen you there for days”

He grinned a mirthless grin, “Bold of you to assume i’m watching you, señorita.” He walked closer. You took note of how tall he is as he towered over you.

You scoffed, “whatever, see you around stalker” You turned to go back into your house, not bothering anymore since he’s not gonna answer your question.

Eventually he’ll get bored of whatever interested him and leave. right?

Wrong. He came back day after day, just standing there eerily in the shadows of the alley. Sometimes with a fruit in hand or a new trinket he snatched. You’ve learnt that his name was Carlos, the trouble maker of the Madrigals. A sort of outcast, black sheep of the family.

You noticed the townspeople didn’t really like him either (more like they completely avoided him as much as possible) and it wasn’t surprising if he thought you would’ve backed off or at least be put off by it like other people did. But you didn’t, instead you just.. sort of coexisted in silent in some sort of truce.

He would stay near you, minding his own business while you worked on chores or just watching the clouds float by.

He enjoyed the peace while you enjoyed the quiet company.

—

You were laying in your usual shaded spot, enjoying the cool summer breeze while you chewed on a popsicle stick mindlessly. Until some guy decided to get real close to you while sitting, completely uncaring you’re there.

“Has anyone told you about personal space..? Because clearly you don’t know about it.” you scoffed as you sat up, now standing in front of the guy who decided to invade your space.

It was Carlos Madrigal, who’s name you had learnt. But he was.. different today. You squinted your eyes, confused. He didn’t look different. Actually he did, his expression was.. odd. not one usually seen on the scowling, pissed-off-at-everyone boy. The beauty mark was also gone. you noted.

“Uh. Are you okay.?”

“Totally, why would you assume i’m not?” He snapped back at you, but it was.. weak compared to his usual snide comments. It also had weird ups and downs in accent that he didn’t do. And was that a voice crack.?

You reached forward, pinching Carlos real hard and you watch as his image shifted and changed, turning into Camilo. You rolled your eyes, as if one madrigal wasnt enough, now there’s two.

You caught him by the back of his collar as he turned to flee, “hold it, why’re you impersonating your twin to see me”

He turned around, eyes darting everywhere.

“Look i mean no harm, i was just interested in why my brother was always out here and found out he was with you. Are you guys dating?”

You let go of his collar, “Dating him?” You snickered, “Of course not.” You quickly dissipate the thought of dating him that flashed through your head. Dating him? He was just.. nice company. Yeah. Besides you weren’t that close, he just stayed near and had short conversations with you. sometimes joining you as you laid near the riverbank or watched the stars on your roof.

Camilo seemed to be thinking, hand scratching his head absent-mindedly.

“That’s weird. Carlos doesn’t really enjoy company. I was surprised he was hanging around you so much. What’s your name anyways” He stretched his hand out, wanting to shake yours.

“Y/n, You’re done with this whole investigator thing right? I’ll go back to my nap” You shook his hand briefly so he doesn’t have his hand out awkwardly and tossed the popsicle stick that’s been in your mouth for a while into the bin next to you.

He waved, setting off with mischief in his mind as he thought of the ways he’ll tick his brother off.

He hurried home, greeting casita and passed by Mirabel who was fixing up his other torn ruana. He found Carlos leaning against the balcony and smirked, walking up to him.

“So… what’s up hermano” Carlos ignored Camilo’s question, rolling his eyes as he’s close to walking away.

“What.” He snapped, eyes narrowed and lips a thin line, annoyed his peace was disturbed. Camilo never went to him during the day unless to tell him about news.

“So hostile towards tu hermano” Camilo shook his head “Not to disturb your creepy stalker thing but Mama told me to tell you y/n’s coming over for dinner tonight.” Camilo grinned seeing Carlos’ expression change, his eyes widening.

“What’s wrong hermano?” He prodded him further, testing his patience.

Carlos turned away without a response, trying to leave.

“not so fast, whats this about?” Camilo put a hand on his shoulder. He grits his teeth and swats his hand off.

“Let go already, it doesn’t concern you.”

“You’re so obvious. It’s clear that you-“ Carlos slaps his hand over Camilo’s mouth, irritated.

“Cállate.”

“That was a joke Carlos, shes not coming over to dinner. I talked with her just now. She has a gift too, i think it’s manipulating liquids and turning things into liquid state.”

Carlos nodded, attention drifting from his brother’s words to something else, until his brother’s voice became background noise again.

“Carlos!” He snapped back to attention, closing his eyes in annoyance.

“make it short i’m tired of your ramblings”

“Do you like her.”

He turned around, unsure as well. “I don’t know” He muttered.

“Just say you do” He could already imagine the stupid smug grin Camilo was wearing. “Just cállate before Dolores-“

A small squeak could be heard behind them. Carlos facepalmed, of course she heard.

“What’s this about Carlos liking someone? Mi hermanito tolerating someone?”

Carlos had enough of this and pushed past her. “you’ve heard everything already, don’t tell anyone, got it?” He glared at her but Dolores was already turning to leave, trying not to spill the newest news she got.

“She’s gonna tell everyone. starting from mirabel and then mama” Camilo stated.

“No shit.”

“Maybe you could try confessing..?”

“We’re not.. close. At all. And what would she see in me anyways” The insecurities rose and tangled his insides into knots. Bile rose and he gulped, pushing the thoughts down.

Camilo sighed, shaking his head. There was no convincing Carlos once he set his mind to something. “I’ll leave you to your thoughts then. Hasta luego hermano.”

That night, carlos’ thoughts ran wild as the night got darker.

What if you thought the same as he did?

Unsure of your feelings as well? He knew you were sort of an outcast as well. On the surface you got along well but you didn’t have anyone close. But you had him around everyday.

Maybe his brother is right for once. He had fallen for you and he can’t seem to get enough of you — The one thing that seems nice in this town besides his family.

Sakurawan • Snippets •

Carlos Madrigal x he/them reader

Genre: angst with happy ending

Warnings: Blood.? Illness, physical and non physical fights, aggressive Carlos, cussing (all warnings might not apply to this preview but would most likely apply to other parts.)

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A/n: Slow updates, new series with 2 other ones i haven’t finished. I deliver content of my boy again.

!! if you wish to use this au, prompt, illness whatever Please ask!! I created it so i uh would like people to ask before just taking it. thanks

Sakurawan: A non confirmed rare illness where Cherry blossom bud patterns grow on the patient’s neck or throat. The cherry blossoms will gradually bloom, growing around the neck and causing the patient to feel pain, discomfort and agitated until the blossoms fully bloom and the person gets choked to death. The sickness is not infectious, however it either results in full recovery or death. Remedies are unclear. It’s cause is….

He slammed the book shut. Disbelieving. Denying the truth.

“Mierda..”

Carlos shut his eyes as he laid on the grass, next to you.

“Hey principe”

“yeah?”

“.. you know that conversation we had before of me turning into a horse?”

You shoved him lightly, “Don’t you start again Carlos”

He snickered, “Vale, vale. What if… i suddenly died though”

You smacked him on the head “What are you going on about now Carlos, I swear that cabeza of yours is always up to something. And it’s New years, don’t bring yourself bad luck”

He scratched his neck gently, tracing patterns mindlessly, his mind heavy with thoughts drowning him. “Nevermind principe, was just joking around, you’re so easy to get to” He laughed.

but the smile didn’t reach his eyes as he kept a tight-lipped grin.

“It’s late principe, i’ll take you back home. Wouldn’t want some guy snatching you in the dark now would we?”

He stared in the mirror in horror. Another one had appeared. He dreaded it, the patterns that appeared as days past. Nothing worked. Not even Tia Julieta’s all curing magic. If the magic didn’t work… then what would?

He slammed the table mirror down, pacing around the room swiftly, his ruana swishing after him as he tapped his feet, letting out frustrated cusses causing Camilo to knock on his door.

“It’s 3 in the morning, Cállate or Get out of the house to do your mumbling! Dolores can’t sleep and neither can I, hermano por favor!” He heard the slam of his brother slamming the door as he retreats back into his room.

“What is up with you recently hermano?” Camilo frowned

“Nothings up. what’s it to you now?” He chided back, tone sharper than usual.

“Your attitude’s just.. sourer than usual” His brother commented.

He ignored him but Camilo continued following him, curious to why he’s in such a terrible mood.

After a few steps, He turned around, unusually pissed off and grabbed Camilo’s collar.

“Stop following me idiota.” He coldly sneered down at his shorter counterpart.

“Oh so that’s what this is?” Camilo raised his fist, frown deepening as he stood his ground. “You just wanted to fight for no reason when I was trying to care.”

Carlos swung his fist down.

Stay tuned :)

Fool in love Pt.1 (prologue?)

Carlos Madrigal x she/them reader with a gift

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none for now

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note: rewrote this three times. wasn’t happy with it and i’m still not but have this sort of.. teaser?? prologue?

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Carlos stared confused from his place in the musty alley, unsure what to do as he flicked his pocket knife open and close. He kicked a rock out of frustration, groaning as he muttered colourful words.

“Get yourself together. ¿Que pasa tonto?” He didn’t understand why he was like this right now, palms sweaty and face flushed when he caught your eyes meeting briefly (way too short to his dismay) or even just a glimpse of you.

The town had always been too boring and stuffy for him, he could care less about the townspeople. He never got along well with everyone and was infamous for getting into fights or trouble.

The shopkeepers hated him for constantly pickpocketing food, trinkets or as he called “borrowing without returning” and then disappearing without a trace into the crowds with his gift. He used his gift for himself unlike his twin Camilo whom the town adored. The townspeople often compared them and he was the black sheep of the family. Even Abuela Alma didnt like him. Almost nobody liked being around the boy with a permanent scowl, heterochromatic eyes and hair covering one eye. Even his family got fed up with his antics often.

it was fine to him. he didn’t like or wanted the attention or admiration of the town, his twin could gladly have it all as he didn’t like the town for what they had done to his long gone Tio, Bruno.

But you, this new person in town with a gift had mysteriously caught his eye, grabbing his attention. You were supposed to be just another girl in the town, avoiding him or just passing by without paying a care.

You swept him off his feet as you stayed after one of his fights and tended to him, aware of his reputation and personality. Maybe you just felt guilty or pity for him when he had a bloody nose and several bruises, nothing Tia Julieta couldn’t fix anyways. But he had stayed and let you tend to him, staring entranced at you “like a idiota” he added unhelpfully. He forgot to ask for your name or shrug you off at that moment, time stilling as he looked at you and you only.

You somehow managed to make his knees feel weak, lips curling upwards and his permanent frown gone from his face whenever he sees you. He didn’t believe in love at first sight but here he was, stalking observing you from a distance as you went on with your day.

At first he thought it was the fact that you’re someone new and had a gift that’s got him interested, but slowly he found out he was more interested in your expressions, the way your the way your hair shone, the small things that showed your mood. The way your eye twitched as you were annoyed, the clench of fists or how you curled your hair around a finger as you were deep in thought.

He shook himself out of his thoughts. He was no fool in love, he’d rather be dead than caught tripping over himself over someone. It was almost dinner anyways. He should be heading back. He glanced back at you, ears flushed red, “idiota.. what am i doing” as he quickly went home.

He’ll figure out his.. feelings and thoughts after dinner. or maybe not.

carlos simps how yall feel

carlos madrigal headcanons

• Carlos was born a few minutes after Camilo and unlike his brother who had given his parents a smile once he was born, Pepa and Felix received a glare from the younger twin.
• Him, Camilo, and Mirabel were close whilst growing up and would often hang out with one another.
• Even though he’s the youngest, Carlos would be the one who acts as if he’s the more mature one.
• “Camilo, Mirabel, don’t get yourselves into trouble.”
• “We won’t, Carlito.” Eye twitching because he doesn’t like nicknames but he’ll make exceptions.
• While Carlos was Carlito, Camilo is Camilito. It was cute. They matched.
• Upon getting his powers, he wouldn’t be like Camilo who was eager to help the town. He had developed a dislike for the townspeople of Encanto after shunning his Tio Bruno.
• He doesn’t do Camilo’s little twirl when he shifts into someone else. He just stands there menacingly. It’s a bit unnerving.
• While Camilo is a theatre kid, Carlos is more of a sportsy type of kid. Often he excels in sports related activities but his lack of motivation to do anything plus his short temper makes it hard for him to play team sports.
• Regularly gets into fights with boys his age because unlike Camilo, he isn’t the type to make people smile with his gift. He’s the type to create chaos.
• That being said he once tried to blow out the candle for not giving Mirabel a gift.
• He sticks close to Mirabel just in case someone teases her for having no gift.
• He would pull a knife on them.
• “Mirabel? Delivery! I gave you the “special” since you’re the only Madrigal kid with no gift. I call it the “not special” special. Since uh, since you have no gift.”
• Cue a click of a pocket knife.
• “You want me to remove that gut of yours, Osvaldo?”
• He’s definitely Alma’s least favorite because he doesn’t help as much and doesn’t use his gift much to honor the miracle. He could care less though.
• Carlos deemed that the townspeople weren’t worthy of helping after knowing about his Tio Bruno from his sister Dolores.
• He would still often get mistaken for Camilo which he isn’t thrilled about no matter how much he loved his brother.
• He would wear more darker colors, heavily contrasting Camilo’s bright yellows with dark or burnt oranges.
• The two slits on his eyebrows weren’t intentional.
• After getting into a fistfight with someone who bullied Mirabel, he had acquired a wound on his eyebrow from the impact of their punches. Which he had returned tenfold. Rather than letting Julieta heal it, he allowed it to heal naturally despite many protests.
• This would later become the two slits you see on his eyebrow and a way on how to tell Camilo and him apart.
• Carlos has a beauty mark on the left side of his chin next to his lower lip.
• He also has heterochromia. His right eye is brown while the left eye is green.
• Unlike Camilo who is more into acting and plays, Carlos is more into musical instruments and plays the tiple.
• He doesn’t get into fights often but when he does he’s giving it his all. If you say some shit about his family, best watch your back.
• He loves his family but he has his own way of showing it.

BONUS INFO

• His voice is Camilo’s Italian VA
• Definitely knows about his uncle inside the walls because Dolores babbles about his Tio’s telenovelas.
• Cries along with Dolores when the main character rat he was rooting for gets killed off.
• Probably the least pressured of the Madrigals since he could care less about helping the town.
• Has the tough guy exterior going on but he does care.
• Definitely gets on Alma’s nerves.
• After Casita gets rebuilt, he may be helpful at times.. only if he’s up for it.
• Still a menace.

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mafia au .. carlos and camilo madrigal being the heirs of the madrigal family that controls the city of encanto ✨✨✨