𝙔/𝙣 𝙋𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙨? so I had an idea. shocking I know. I know Encanto is in 1950s or something and Mary Poppins 1 was in 1910 which makes it in 1944 but I don't give a fuck because its an au sorry if its short:(
“She's gone, hasn't she, Micheal?” Jane looked at her brother, as she asked a question she knew the answer for. Michael nodded at his sister and turned around,Jane followed suit as both looked up at the sky. “Thank you Y/n Poppins. Goodbye” with that and a stray chuckle from Jane, the two went inside. ------ Up in clouds, Y/n flew towards Colombia. Flying was faster than what she let people see. she then landed in front of La Casa gracefully. Camilo just went back from another day of entertaining children and adults alike, they wondered if his Wife went home already. and so, he wondered no more as his said wife was infront of their house, it looked like she just came back from London. “Mi Amor!” he cheered, he ran to her, not even giving her enough time to turn around when he tackled her. “Cami, I love you but get off me, you're getting dirt in my clothes and yours.” “I don't care, I missed you. you're gone for months!” “Days, dear.” “Days!” complained Camilo as he buried his head deeper in the crook of your neck. “Camilo!” “okay, okay!”he (finally) stood up and helped you to your feet. you swept of some dust that caught in your dress and smiled at your husband. “Well? let's go in, shall we?” He grabbed your hand as he ran inside. he smiled at you and planted a kiss in your lips. he dragged you to your room, saying hi to Mirabel who hugged you first of course. Camilo jumped at your bed as you lied down next to him. “so, how's London?” Your husband asked as he played with your hair, “it was nice, I had to move big Ben's hand so that the Bank's kite would go in the office window.” you replied, closing your eyes he turned his body to face you, "was it tiring?" you opened your eyes locking it with his, "truly" "do you wanna cuddle?" his voice was soft, reassuring. you smiled at him, closed your eyes and nodded. he slinged his arm around you and pulled you closer to his chest. you nuzzled your nose at the crook of his neck as you inhaled his scent, calming you almost immediately. " you-" a kiss on your nose "are- very" a kiss in each cheek "adorable" a kiss on your forehead "and beautiful" kisses in the sides of your eyes "and I am so lucky to have you" he finished with a kiss on the lips. you sighed in content, how did you end up with a very supportive husband? you don't actually know. but you're happy you have him too ... .. . "PAPIIIIIIIII! MIKAELA IS GONNA TORTURE ME!" a child. a boy barley seven ran up to you and Camilo and hid between you. a girl age eleven (see what i did there) was holding makeup supplies and hair pins as she tried to find her brother. "Israel what did you do" Camilo asked, not even looking behind him, "not so loud papí she's still here" a muffled whisper was heard slightly from the blanked behind both of you. "Mikaela, what did your brother do to get to this extent?" ou questioned your daughter as her eyes widened "Mamí! i was wondeeing when you'll come back! how was London? what did the Banks do now? can I go with you one day? I promise I'll be good!" you can barley catch up from her voice being fast as she stumbled between her words. Panting, at the door Mikaela once stood at was an adult antonio," heeeey, so- sohrry bout them hAh- Y/n! you're baHck! why did Dolores tell me anything- well- I- We'll leave you two alone" he panted as he took your daughter and his trusty jaguar took Israel by his shirt collar. simba vibes lmao. you both sighed, you lay your head on your arm, "I'm going to sleep" Camilo smiled, his eyes adorned with love and all that cute bullshit I'm getting tired omg you closed your eyes as Camilo hummed a tune softly
IT IS D O NE
