azzyvicious

[azzyvicious]

𝐓𝐮 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚 [Camilo Madrigal X Reader]

Note

➤ Mentions of bruising

✿ Chapter Four: A Shallow Win ✿

You sat in the confines of the tub, your legs floating in the water as you zoned out. Sniffing, you wiped your runny nose and teary eyes, running your wet hands over your cold face. 

Get yourself together. 

After your papí had calmed himself down in the remaining time of what was left of your family breakfast, he took a long look at his hand-held clock and sent you to bathe and after to pray for forgiveness. Funny, considering that you were the one walking away bruised and limping by his hand, yet he perceives himself as one to do no wrong. 

However, you couldn't do much. Not unless you wanted to be at the receiving end of his anger once more. 

And based off the difficulty of painfully removing your dress proved to be, with you having to stifle your groans of pain by biting on your tongue, you couldn't take any more punches. 

With the suds high and the water warm, you grabbed a coarse rag and slowly ran it over your bruises. A pained squeak sounded when you reached your stomach, making you turn towards the door in your alarm.

They didn't hear you. 

Placing the rag in the water for it to float away in another direction, you sighed in your annoyance. 

You couldn't go out in pain like this. Not when you could barely bathe yourself. 

You sat feeling pathetic and the slightest bit angry,  your hair draping on the sides of your face like a curtain as you leaned forward while cradling your aching abdomen. 

You felt exhausted. And according to the annoyingly loud ticking clock, it hadn't even hit one yet. And that you had five minutes left in the bathroom before your mamí would come to check on you.

It's an innocent thought, only something you thought of once or twice following an altercation between you and your papí, but if you could be selfish; you'd fantasize about receiving a gift like the Madrigals, and you hoped it would make you disappear. Maybe then you could go wherever you pleased and not feel so.. 

".. Trapped." You whispered with cracked lips dry from the crying. 

Further sinking into the water, your head was now only visible from your submerged body as you sighed. 

The thought of being able to go wherever you wished at the snap of a finger made you smile just a bit. You could get away. Away from your parents, the church, the Madrigals. Away from Camilo.

Speaking of which, ugh. Camilo. 

The thought of his smirking face specifically choosing you to wed made you feel an unforseen rage. If you could, you would-

"[Y/N]?" Your mamí says from the other side of the door. "Are you alright?"

Hearing her voice made you shake. 

You wanted to scream at her to go away and leave you in your peace since she did exactly that minutes prior as your stomach was being kicked in. Besides, you liked being alone in the tub. The water was the perfect temperature, and your bruises for a split second felt manageable. Having to go back out there and pretend that you were fine with your papí only made your rage grow. 

Yet you didn't say anything you felt. Once again your feelings were placed second by no one other than yourself. You carefully picked yourself up and collected the rag and soap, placing it in the soap dish and going to empty the tub. 

"I'm coming out now mamí!" You alerted. You wanted to spit. 

"Alright mija, I hope you've bathed well, " She says, her words making you scoff under your breath. "But after your prayer, please put on the dress I laid out for you. We've received last minute guests."

Last minute guests, huh? You wished that guessing who it could have been a little more difficult, but seeing how they've came into your life and basically overstayed their welcome, it didn't take you leaps and bounds to know who it was; Alma and Camilo possibly.

But you sucked it up and wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel, opening the door and seeing your mamí gone. 

Looking for her, your head craned to the side and you saw shadows coming from the living room. At least three or four of them. 

"She'll be out soon Alma, Camilo. She's just caught wind of you two's arrival and is now getting ready." Your mamí says. "She's still experiencing the whirlwind of emotions from all the news, so it may take some time."

If you weren't in excruciating pain right now, you would pat yourself on the back. Forget giving sermons, you should be the town psychic. 

"Of course, señora. I can't wait to see her!" You hear Camilo excitedly say,  causing you to roll your eyes. Hard. You were sure the whites were visible for a few seconds.

Ignoring them for the sake of your nerve, you walked into your room and locked your door behind you.

Letting out a sigh you weren't aware you were holding, you leaned back on your door and slid down onto the floor. Looking up to the ceiling, you closed your eyes. 

It wasn't the traditional way of praying, but right now you felt so helpless that you hoped that out there somewhere God could hear your desperate pleas to bless you with the confidence to go out there and act like you're excited to see the Madrigal boy. 

Something to make this all go by fast. 

Slowly making your way to your bed, you began to slip into the white dress adorned in daises, putting on your black sandals. You went to the mirror to brush your hair, but that only made you feel more powerless as when looking at yourself and grabbing the brush, you knew subconsciously you worried about how he may think you looked, when before you didn't care. 

But at the same time, this is the farthest a boy had ever came in terms of seeing you in the natural environment of your home and not following around your father or spending hours in the church. However, you still couldn't stand Camilo regardless, as he was granted the advantage of being born a Madrigal, and as your papí expressed; high status. 

So it was still a shallow win for him. 

Hair now braided and over your shoulder, you we're back at your door, knob in hand. You heard the door slightly rattle from your unsteady hand before placing the other on your arm. 

You breathed through your nose, allowing for your rapidly beating heart to slow down. 

You shook your head to free the nerves and in a pessimistic tone, you mumble, "..Make your family proud."

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[azzyvicious]

𝐓𝐮 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚 [Camilo Madrigal X Reader] MASTERLIST

[Art by Likelihood Art on Instagram]

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Story Description:

He's the town jokester.

You're the pristine daughter of the priest.

Both of you are set to marry in a year. And you, a skeptic despite what your father preaches, finds no reason to marry the Madrigal outside of gaining his last name. The arranged marriage made you sick, and it spread to you disliking the name that burned your tongue everytime you spit it out through a forced smile:

"Camilo Madrigal."

✿ Chapter One: The First Three Hours Of The Day ✿

✿ Chapter Two: Even So, My Feelings Aren't The Same ✿

✿ Chapter Three: I'm Not Good Enough ✿

✿ Chapter Four: A Shallow Win ✿

[More to be added]

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[azzyvicious]

𝐓𝐮 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚 [Camilo Madrigal X Reader]

✿ Chapter Three: I'm Not Good Enough ✿

Camilo had counted that for a total of six times, he caught his abuela keeping her gaze on him for an awkwardly long amount of time. 

Looking down, Camilo was on his second plate, which wasn't out of the ordinary. And without having to look, he knew that most of his family were still on their firsts, their appetites not as ravenous as his. 

Prior to sitting down after being away for a "bathroom break", Camilo had shifted into Dolores and began stacking his plate full of arepas con queso, framing his sister in the process. 

His family were all too busy to notice, letting him get off scot-free. 

This is what Camilo did almost daily. He loaded himself with food, knowing that the possibility of a lunch break wouldn't have been until around one o'clock in the afternoon with how strict abuela was, and since he couldn't stand continuously shifting in a row on an empty stomach, he would even sometimes slip an orange or tangerine to take with him on the road. 

Speaking of which, he grabbed a tangerine and pulled it into his ruana, saving it for later. 

And with their plates empty and bellies full, Alma stood up raising her glass, ready to bring a close on the family breakfast. 

Camilo finished off the last of his orange juice, readying his glass. 

Raising their glasses in unison and reciting, "La familia Madrigal!" The family began to disperse, Casita pulling back their chairs as they all began to stroll into town and begin on their chores. Camilo thought the same, beginning to get up, but the tiles beneath his feet began sliding him towards abuela, himself almost tripping in the process.

Regaining his balance in front of Alma who patiently stood with her hands resting together in front, Camilo had a slight idea of what she was going to say. And it made him slightly nervous, but at the same time, the desire to kick himself was strong. 

"Si, abuela?" He says, playing with his slightly stained ruana with a crooked smile. "You need something?"

"Walk and talk with me, Camilo." Alma says, motioning for him to extend his arm for her to grab onto, with the two beginning down the long dirt path that extended into the town.

Camilo looked over at her confused. 

"Oh, well, alright.." He mumbled, securing his arm and going along with her. He avoided shifting out of nervousness, the need to relieve the tensions high, but his desire to remain at least in abuela's good favor outweighing the former. 

He must have really messed up since abuela was a one-and-done type of woman when it came to chewing someone out. 

So to go on a little stroll with the woman was nerve-wracking to say the least. 

Though Camilo couldn't complain too much, as not only was he missing out on his chores for just a little bit, but he got to wake up slowly like the rest of the town instead of immediately jumping straight into action.

Mornings in the Encanto were often slow-paced and normally uneventful. With the sun shining and next to no clouds in the serene blue sky, it wasn't too hot or too cold. His mamí was in a good mood. Doing her job as expected.

Families were setting up their carts, and children ran around with a kick ball that needed more air as their older siblings who were supposed to be assisting their parents sat on the fence posts and chatted themselves awake. Camilo waved at them with a smile. 

"You know Caminito, as your abuela, I don't mind when you pile your plate up to the Heavens." Alma says, making Camilo jump. "But do you recognize how greedy it makes you appear?"

He awkwardly laughed. So his suspicions were proven right. Had his constant shifting of Dolores finally set her off?

"Well, Tía always makes extra, so I just thought-"

"Caminito, regardless of that fact, does it not bother you when you heavily consume food and unapologetically shift into others in order to get it?" She says, scoping the scene. 

He wanted to curse at his sister. He knew Dolores must have told on him. She couldn't hold back a remark for the life of her.

"Well it wasn't out of malicious intent-"

"But think about how it makes you look, Camilo. Imagine this: if you were to wed, do you think your wife would like that?"

He paused and turned his head hard. His curls practically slapped him in the face. 

Camilo had counted that for a total of six times, he caught his abuela keeping her gaze on him for an awkwardly long amount of time. 

Looking down, Camilo was on his second plate, which wasn't out of the ordinary. And without having to look, he knew that most of his family were still on their firsts, their appetites not as ravenous as his. 

Prior to sitting down after being away for a "bathroom break", Camilo had shifted into Dolores and began stacking his plate full of arepas con queso, framing his sister in the process. 

His family were all too busy to notice, letting him get off scot-free. 

This is what Camilo did almost daily. He loaded himself with food, knowing that the possibility of a lunch break wouldn't have been until around one o'clock in the afternoon with how strict abuela was, and since he couldn't stand continuously shifting in a row on an empty stomach, he would even sometimes slip an orange or tangerine to take with him on the road. 

Speaking of which, he grabbed a tangerine and pulled it into his ruana, saving it for later. 

And with their plates empty and bellies full, Alma stood up raising her glass, ready to bring a close on the family breakfast. 

Camilo finished off the last of his orange juice, readying his glass. 

Raising their glasses in unison and reciting, "La familia Madrigal!" The family began to disperse, Casita pulling back their chairs as they all began to stroll into town and begin on their chores. Camilo thought the same, beginning to get up, but the tiles beneath his feet began sliding him towards abuela, himself almost tripping in the process.

Regaining his balance in front of Alma who patiently stood with her hands resting together in front, Camilo had a slight idea of what she was going to say. And it made him slightly nervous, but at the same time, the desire to kick himself was strong. 

"Si, abuela?" He says, playing with his slightly stained ruana with a crooked smile. "You need something?"

"Walk and talk with me, Camilo." Alma says, motioning for him to extend his arm for her to grab onto, with the two beginning down the long dirt path that extended into the town.

Camilo looked over at her confused. 

"Oh, well, alright.." He mumbled, securing his arm and going along with her. He avoided shifting out of nervousness, the need to relieve the tensions high, but his desire to remain at least in abuela's good favor outweighing the former. 

He must have really messed up since abuela was a one-and-done type of woman when it came to chewing someone out. 

So to go on a little stroll with the woman was lo nerve-wracking to say the least. 

Though Camilo couldn't complain too much, as not only was he missing out on his chores for just a little bit, but he got to wake up slowly like the rest of the town instead of immediately jumping straight into action.

Mornings in the Encanto were often slow-paced and normally uneventful. With the sun shining and next to no clouds in the serene blue sky, it wasn't too hot or too cold. His mamí was in a good mood. Doing her job as expected.

Families were setting up their carts, and children ran around with a kick ball that needed more air as their older siblings who were supposed to be assisting their parents sat on the fence posts and chatted themselves awake. Camilo waved at them with a smile. 

"You know Caminito, as your abuela, I don't mind when you pile your plate up to the Heavens." Alma says, making Camilo jump. "But do you recognize how greedy it makes you appear?"

He awkwardly laughed. So his suspicions were proven right. Had his constant shifting of Dolores finally set her off?

"Well, Tía always makes extra, so I just thought-"

"Caminito, regardless of that fact, does it not bother you when you heavily consume food and unapologetically shift into others in order to get it?" She says, scoping the scene. 

He wanted to curse at his sister. He knew Dolores must have told on him. She couldn't hold back a remark for the life of her.

"Well it wasn't out of malicious intent—"

"But think about how it makes you look, Camilo. Imagine this: if you were to wed, do you think your wife would like that?"

He paused and turned his head hard. His curls practically slapped him in the face.

"Wife? Abuela, what are you talking about—"

"Hola Camilo!" Cecilia yelled to the pair, pausing her game of kickball with friends. "Hola Señora Madrigal!"

Both paused, the little girl being the catalyst for stopping their potentially disastrous conversation. Both Madrigals smiled and waved, with Alma placing that conversation on the back burner for now. Though admittedly she was annoyed by the interruption. On the other side of the coin Camilo was relieved, breaking off from Alma and running to the rag tag group of kids, shifting into Cecilia and giving her a mirrored hug while detailing how tall she's gotten, causing her to blush and giggle from her childish crush on the boy.

Alejandra and Juancho, who was stir crazy and had the jitters from the remaining coffee his mamí gave to him, both giggled at Cecilia with their shrill voices.

"Camilo es tu amor~!" They both sang, causing Cecilia to turn red from their giggling fit.

"He's not! I just called him over to say hi!" She yelled, stomping her little feet before chasing after them. "I'm telling your mamás!"

Their stomping feet shook the Encanto, with Alejandra and Juancho still singing and giggling like maniacs with a yelling Cecilia running after them and calling them all the insults she could come up with.

Those three always offered an early morning surprise, that's for sure. 

The two of them couldn't help but to laugh at the random string of events, though Camilo still felt tense, with his laughter dying down as soon as it began.

After the moment passed, Alma led Camilo over to a bench in the middle of town square, smoothing out the bottom of her dress before sitting down. "Before we we're interrupted, I was attempting to move the conversation over to someone. I wanted to ask about your thoughts on [Y/N] Callisto."

This wasn't going the way Camilo expected at all, hinself now in the dark as he wondered what that name had to do with anything.

Sitting down on the bench, kicking out his legs, and resting his arms on the back of the bench, Camilo began racking around in his head to see if he recognized the name. "Um, she's the daughter of the priest, right?" He says, unsure. Though Alma nodded to assure that he was correct.

"Well," He says. "She's pretty, but I barely know her. She doesn't regularly come out when everyone else does, so I don't get to speak to her a lot."

And like the snap of a finger,  it all came back to him. He's heard of you, no doubt. He recognized you as the girl people went to the church to hear give sermons with your supposed angelic voice as that was the only time you extensively spoke.

And Camilo, while he believed there was a possibility that something was out there, he didn't extensively practice Catholism. Meaning that he didn't have a particular need to visit the local church willingly outside of chores, so he barley saw you in the limited time you were there.

With your papí being the way he was, your unattainability only made you more wanted from what he's seen. Niños tripped over themselves to see you on the rare chance you took a stroll on your own, and even then, your responses to them were stotic and short before turning on your heel and continuing on. Even so, their need to get you still remained strong, Camilo having some of his friends talk of marrying you someday.

Surely based off what he's seen, he didn't understand the public infatuation, but that didn't make you a bad person by any means. Just not one he's interested in getting to know.

"I see." Abuela says. "Obviously you both haven't spoken much, but I hope this arrangement can solve that."

Camilo side-eyed abuela before dropping his head to look at his sandals. He recognized that word. He still remembered the day Isabela held a look of surprise when it was told to her. And now she was engaged to Mariano.

Instantly it clicked.

The sudden interest in actions he previously and routinely did without issue and then you being at the forefront of his abuela's little questionnaire made it all too obvious what her intentions were.

"You're talking about marriage, right?" He says. "That's why you're saying all of this out of nowhere when before you didn't care. Because you want me to marry [Y/N]?"

She averted her gaze to the fountain, frowning slightly. Camilo only grew more upset.

"Do you think I'm not good enough for her? Are you nervous Señor Callisto won't want her to marry me? Or is it both?"

Alma froze, turning back to him. "Caminito, I didn't mean it in that way, but since you're growing up and yes, soon to be engaged to [Y/N], I feel I'd be best if you considered bringing yourself in and be less...."

"Less myself?" He says, looking at her hurt.

"Listen Camilo," Alma rationalized, "The Callisto's are a respectable family, and Andres Callisto is a strict man. The fact that he even accepted this arrangement speaks wonders, and I want to ensure he doesn't change his mind."

Camilo, sat himself up, feeling frustrated.

Out of all the boys in the Encanto, all the men Señor Callisto turned down who were leagues better than Camilo in terms of being a devout Catholic and appearance, he failed to see what use of him and [Y/N] getting engaged would bring.

"Camilo." Alma urged. "You said [Y/N] was pretty and that you barely know her, yes? Use this as your chance. Take her around the Encanto, and maybe bring her to the Casita to get her familiar with the family. You may not love her now, but you will soon learn."

"Abuela—"

"No more discussing this, Camilo." Alma said, getting up and dusting off her dress. "Besides, I hadn't just pulled you from your chores to hold a conversation. We're going to visit the Callisto's so you and [Y/N] can properly meet."

Camilo wanted to deny the offer. If it meant returning to a day full of crying babies and sitting in for parents for hours until lunch, then he'd rather do that as annoying as it was, than forcefully make himself play a character he didn't wish to play for the sake of you.

Because according to his abuela, Camilo himself simply wasn't good enough.

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[azzyvicious]

𝐓𝐮 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚 [Camilo Madrigal X Reader]

Note

➤ Verbal & physical abuse warning

➤ Religious trauma

✿ Chapter Two: Even So, My Feelings Aren't The Same ✿

Breakfast was an awkward one the morning following the secret exchange between Alma Madrigal and your parents. Their interaction being quick and short-lived to avoid taking up time, Alma gave her well wishes and departed into the dimly lit streets of the town, leaving your flabbergasted parents staying up past their usual sleeping time thanking God for recognizing them for this opportunity.

Meanwhile you remained awake, anxiously nibbling on your nails and tearing off thin silvers as you bitterly spit them to your bedroom floor.

You failed to find the silver lining in this arrangement aside from how good you and Camilo would look together said your mamí in her hushed excitement, while for Alma, she was more focused on your health, opting to ask your parents rather intrusive questions about your appetite, weight, and even if you had started your period.

All questions your parents eagerly answered much to your discomfort.

"[Y/N], mija,“ Papí says, snapping his fingers in your face. "It hurts the Lord to see you run off into your head rather than spend time with your family."

'That's funny coming from you.'  Is what you wished to say, instead, you shrunk in your seat, looking out the open window and taking in the blue sky being well-managed by Pepa and took a small bite of an arepa con queso, pathetically validating your father's call out. "I'm sorry papí. I don't wish to upset you or mamí, let alone... God."

He smiled, seemingly proud of having raised a daughter who didn't retaliate like the average teenager. He further pushed this through his sudden declaration that you and mamí should stop eating for a moment, specifically locking eyes with you.

"Now [Y/N], you've come so far from when you were born." He says. "You started off, declaring you'd be papí's little helper around the church and look at you now, a developed young woman who is the angel of the town that obviously takes after her mamí in looks."

You nodded, slyly looking over at your mamí giggling at the throwaway remark. You knew what this was building up to. Both were practically jumping with excitement ever since last night's confirmation, so of course their excitement to tell you was obviously overflowing.

"The amount of boys that came to this house asking for your hand in marriage, and I turned them all down because I knew the time wasn't right." He says, recounting how as soon as you turned fifteen, boy sprang at the chance to marry the obedient, God-abiding [Y/N] who was the paper cut out of a perfect wife. "God told me to wait until I knew I found your perfect suitor, and so begrudgingly, I did."

Bullshit. Those niños just lacked the status your papí wished to have. He never asked for your opinion or how you felt about the suitors coming for your hand, and instead, he waved you around like a little prize until one day he got what he wanted; an opportunity to truly rub elbows with a Madrigal.

Turns out God really did bless him, as Alma Madrigal personally approached following yesterday's sermon and expressing interest in allowing their families to expand.

"And through my patience, a miracle be fell us, and like a miracle coming to us in our darkest of times, Alma Madrigal came to me and your mamí with a proposition," He continued, simply beaming at this point. You repressed a scowl. "She wished to unite our families, and to do so-"

"You're going to be engaged to her oldest grandson!" Your mamí cut in, failing to hold herself back for any longer. "Mija, isn't that exciting? Our little [Y/N], in the sights of Camilo Madrigal! Oh thank you God for granting our family such an opportunity!"

They both looked at you, awaiting your reaction. But you couldn't give it to them through faking it when this ultimately pertained to you.

"Mija-"

"I don't want to marry him." You declared over your papí. "I don't want to marry Camilo."

Silence.

"What did you say?" Your papí says. "I hope I misheard, because clearly this should be something to celebrate, [Y/N]. Camilo wishes to marry you. Would you really act so conceited and turn him down?"

"Even so, my feelings aren't the same-"

You felt a large hand connect with your face, causing a loud noise to sound as skin connected with skin in a rather harsh way.

You fell out of your chair from the force of the slap, your figure collapsing onto the floor, your cheek stinging and the area around it becoming warm as blood surfaced under the skin, turning it red. You weakly got yourself up before your arms were taken out by his large foot, causing you to bang your chin. Thankfully you landed on carpet.

"You ungrateful. Foul-mouthed. Brat!" Your papí yelled between kicks, with your mamí getting up and going to close the windows and obscure the outside view with the curtains. "I prayed for this to happen, I allowed you this chance with properly meeting the Madrigals-"

".. What if I-" You mumbled. This earned a kick in the gut.

"I'm not done speaking! Shut your tainted mouth or I'll shut it myself!" He practically roared. "All this beauty the Lord has given you, and you chose to withold it from your fiance as if he doesn't deserve to do with you as he pleases!"

That's the problem. Camilo isn't owed anything from you. You have the right to feel defensive over your lack of agency in this situation. You have the right to feel like you're under a microscope.

And with how you knew your papí would react if you dared expressed a desire that clashed with the one he had pre-determined for you, you regretted thinking that he may have understood that this was a large change for primarily you, as he wasn't the one to marry someone he didn't know.

Because at the end of the day, this was about him and his attempts to rise through the ranks. [Y/N]'s feelings be darned.

"Wait!" You yelled out as you weakly held out a hand for him to stop. You sniffed back the tears. "I'll do it! I-I'll do it.."

Your mamí only stood on the side silently watching. This wasn't new. And as much as it hurt her to see, it would hurt all of them more had a passerby caught wind of the priest laying his hands on his daughter.

She didn't want the townspeople to see what she had to live with to ensure her family was evangelical. 

"I know you will." He says rather proud. "Honestly, it's ridiculous how it always takes a good beating for you to understand that talking back does nothing to benefit you."

You weakly wiped your eyes of their tears, picking yourself up and composing yourself. Nodding, you walked over back to your fallen chair and picked it up, sitting down as you began to eat the cold arepa con queso with a snotty nose and small sniffles. 

The light from the window returned now that the scene had concluded, your mamí seating herself down once more and continue to eat at her lukewarm breakfast with her head down. 

Lastly sat your papí, his eyes looking over at you, his anger now boiling down at your silent state. He smiled, grabbing your shoulder and giving you a warm look. 

"Now then," He mused. "Aren't you excited that you're engaged to Camilo? Surely I am. Because seeing my daughter attached to the Madrigal name makes me happy as does mi amor."

Your mamí nodded, slowly sipping from her cup. 

"Yes, of course." You say, avoiding to mumble as you shuddered in fear from your papí touching you.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

#camilo #camilo fanfic #encanto #camilo x female reader #camilo madrigal #writing

[azzyvicious]

𝐓𝐮 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚 [Camilo Madrigal X Reader]

Note

Because Camilo is fifteen along with the reader, this story will hold only innocent displays of romance such as hand holding, hugging, and kissing. And with that the tone will be far more serious as this story takes place before the movie and that means there will be explicit scenes containing:

➤ Verbal and emotional abuse (As well as manipulation.) 

➤ Acts of violence that includes kicking and slapping

➤ Religious trauma

➤ Talks of teen pregnancy

So if none of that applies to you, then please turn away! Curate your internet experience for yourself please!

✿ Chapter One: The First Three Hours Of The Day ✿

You were a skeptic.

Above all else, you valued your intuition over word of mouth, opting to take every phrase said to you with a grain of salt in the chance your suspicions were validated.

It was ironic, considering you were raised to praise God and practice Catholism, a practice hinged on pure belief and allowing for the stories --as fantastical as they were-- to remain at the forefront of your mind as you recount their lessons in your day-to-day. You were the daughter of the town priest, after all.

And the act of praying, as silly as it was with you placing trust in the idea that some entity out there had interest in what someone like you had to say; it provided comfort even if you felt embarrassed using it as a coping mechanism.

Similarly to what you were doing now.

Resting on your knees and back hunched with your forehead touching the side of your disheveled bed, in the midst of a panic attack you whispered incoherent ramblings that only you and God could decipher.

It was the third hour of the new day, yet you couldn't bring yourself to sleep a wink. Your bedside candle emitted a soft glow over your strained facial features and clenched hands, keeping you from being fully swallowed by the darkness of both your thoughts and the lack of light in your room.

You shakily sighed, blinking away the tears.

The words of your papí rung in your head like the morning church bell that woke all of the Encanto, leaving no room for you to process your emotions on the matter seeing how your very person was at the forefront but funnily enough you yourself wasn't even consulted when he made the decision.

You recounted that it was hours prior, the time being somewhere eight and eight-thirty. Your family's dinner of empanadas was interrupted by an abrupt knock on the door that surprised, but didn't alarm you or your parents in any shape or form. Therein lies the beauty of living in the Encanto; you were safe. 

Every neighbor knew his neighbor who then on went on to know his neighbor's neighbors. In the Encanto, you never saw a certain face once. 

And you could thank that to the Madrigals, who allowed such a paradise to exist through their otherworldly power they were gracious enough to share with all of you. 

Excusing himself from the table, your papí went to answer after stroking his wife's shoulder with a reassuring smile. 

So he knew who this guest was. 

Exiting the kitchen and going to open the front door, that left you and your mamí, who told you to begin heading off to bed. Which was odd. You were barley through your plate full of empanadas, yet suddenly your usually loud and boisterous mother became hushed and silent as she waved you off.

"Off now, mija," She says. "I will handle cleaning up after everyone tonight. Don't worry about bathing, you can do that in the morning."

A quick kiss and a swift push of your person out of kitchen, you were in your bedroom, having changed into your nightgown. And in the midst of brushing your hair, you caught wind of your papí's voice as he conversed with the stranger. The walls of the house were thin, with each sentence coming out as clear as crystal. 

"Of course. Camilo's practically the town favorite. His charisma is unmatched. [Y/N] would make the perfect match by helping to keep him grounded."

You tensed, dropping your hair brush and upon the sound of wood connecting on wood, you rushed to your bed and feigned being asleep, burying your face in your sheets. 

The ruckus caused a figure to come into your room, and based off the careful steps weary of your "sleeping" figure, you could only deduct that it was your mamí, who had come to see what was causing the noise. 

With a low sigh, she placed the brush back on your dresser and slowly made her way over to you. 

Brushing your silky hair from your face, she placed a gentle kiss on your face before making her exit and shutting your door that allowed the hallway light to spill into your dark room. 

"Was she awake, mi amor?" 

"No, no. Her hair brush fell off her dresser. She must have rushed when finishing brushing her hair."

".. Of course. Please, Señor y Señora, let us go back to what we were discussing prior to inviting myself in."

Alma Madrigal. 

Your father mentioned Camilo. A perfect match. Wait.

You now had an idea why your parents shared a knowing look, more importantly why your mother urged you off to bed without you making tremendous progress with your dinner. It all made sense. 

​​​​​You were being applied off to marry. And you weren't even asked. 

You sat up, breathing harshly. You massaged your temples and attempting to calm yourself to no avail. 

The thought of your parents pushing you with a boy you only knew through the fantastical ramblings of his fangirls made you fall into the deepest pit of anxiety, causing your chest to become tight and words limited with your breathing happening in fast intervals.

"She will soon see the opportunity bringing together our families would bring and the new generation of Madrigals that will come from this arrangement. So please tell your daughter as soon as possible, yes? I'm sure she'll be pleased."

"... no." You whispered to yourself, close to tears. 

You felt sick. Being boiled down to carrying children was not the life you wanted to lead. Especially when no opposition sounded from your parents, instead hums of affirmation only further made the deep pit within your stomach grow. 

You weren't allowed to feel your usual skepticism when this was reality. You were stripped of your autonomy the moment Alma considered you the best possible choice to take her grandson's hand in marriage. And no amount of prayers would restore the normalcy you previously failed to cherish, now on the way to becoming an obedient wife.

And it was to Camilo Madrigal.

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