Enchanting You (Encanto x male reader)

Ch 5: Chameleon in Hiding

Weeks went by smoothly after all the chaos, with the Madrigals slowly getting back to living a normal life.

Bruno was still awkward around everyone, but did his best to socialize with his nephews and nieces. They loved his company in the end and his goofy personality definitely lightened up the mood each day. Julieta and Pepa would spend hours just chatting with him, Agustín and Félix catching up.

Everything was all slowly but surely falling back into place in the picture and you were feeling better as well in turn. Your nausea and headaches weren't as frequent and you got proper rest.

Your legs were still stone, along with one of your hands, but you were able to move your fingers. It looked weird on the stone hand and you were afraid you'd break your fingers if you moved them hard enough.

In the dead of night, you sat on your bed, looking at your limbs. Everyone had tried to figure out if this was permanent, but obviously no one really knew.

You had thought about everything nearly each night. Your family, your 'gift' as the Madrigals started calling it. You reacting to the fracture of family bonds this negatively.

You didn't know the Madrigals, but was your gift connected merely because they were the core of the miracle? Directly connecting to you?

Sighing, your run your fingers through your hair, leaning your forehead on your palms. You want to bounce your leg, but with your ankles barely moving, you can't really do that.

Sighing, you decide to do something rather than sit and ponder. Reading is no good, you just get distracted. Maybe something active?

You stare at the floor boards. "You think it'd be too late for an evening stroll around the house?" You mumble, but casita heard you clearly, clacking the tiles of your windowsill encouragingly.

Smiling, you sit straight and pick up your crutches. "Perfect."

After pulling on a sweater, you exit your room, one step at a time making your way down the second floor. You walk past Camilo's room, then Dolores'. Their doors gently glowing in a golden color, light washing over you.

Casita forms steps for you to get on and helps you downstairs. You had told casita not to help you too much, but even you had to admit stairs were a pain to go up and down, so it was an exception.

You smile and nod in thanks to the disappearing steps, before you stand at the center of the open first floor. Gazing up at the miracle candle, you lean on one crutch and find yourself lost in thought again.

"You're up late."

You jump from the sudden voice, loosing grip on one of your crutches. It falls over, but casita catches it before it makes too much noise. Both you and the mystery person grimace from nearly waking up the house.

Grabbing the crutch from casita, you look to the source of the voice, spotting a tired looking Camilo. Or well, he looks tired, but also wide awake at the same time. You could swear there was a red tint around his eyes.

"Sorry." He smiles, scratching the back of his head. "Not tired either?" He asks, tucking his hands under his arms.

You almost raise a brow as you lean on both your crutches. "Not tired? Camilo you look miserable." You comment, heading towards the kitchen.