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Camilo x Male Reader - Boy in the Window (Part 4)

(part 1)(part 2)(part 3)

Plot: A paranoid and lonely boy falls in love with a shapeshifting member of a family he’s scared of.

Trigger/Content Warning: Enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, injuries

A/N: Thanks for all the support! But please don’t call me "bestie" it’s a very triggering phrase for me.

Pain.

You felt… pain.

All over. It throbbed. You could feel every inch of your body on the edge.

You had finally regained consciousness. You opened your eyes suddenly, jerking upwards causing even more pain.

Surrounding you was a bare white room with it’s windows open. Bird songs came in through the open window, as if heralding your arrival. They flew off, all in one direction.

You noticed a plate next to you, a small plate with some arepas on it sit next to a candle. Next to the stand is another bed, and another, and another.

Absent-mindedly, you grabbed an arepa off of the plate and took a bite, letting it’s delicious taste fill your mouth.

As you chewed, you slowly started to realize where you were. This room was barely used, but it was utilized to house injured and unconscious people who were unable to eat Julieta’s food.

Julieta’s food is something you vowed not to eat. After all, your father told you it was poison. But now that you discovered the truth about him you’re not sure what to think anymore.

As you swallowed the arepa, a question entered your mind. Who cooked those arepas?

You moved to force the food back up your throat and out of your mouth, but it was too late.

The pain went away.

You dropped the arepa in shock, the food landing on the floor. Quickly, you moved to get up but the door was opened by… someone.

You turned and bolted toward the window, only to be stopped by a warm and familiar hand.

"Calm down," Camilo said, "I think you’d best not be moving too much, you just woke up,"

You cautiously accepted his hand and he lead you to the bed, where he gently gave you a pat on the hand and looked at you with his warm, gentle, caring smile.

No… no! The Madrigals… they’re not evil but… after everything you said about them… you don’t deserve their kindness.

You reel away from his hand, to which his face drops slightly.

At this moment several birds came in, carrying two cups, two saucers, and a container filled with what you assumed was tea.

…wait wha-

"Tell Antonio I said thank you," Camilo said, and the birds flew off.

You knew the family wasn’t evil, but… learning one can control animals still made you nervous. It made you panic.

You started to hyperventilate, clutching the sheets as you broke out in a sweat. You had to get out of here, you had to go home.

Camilo seemed to notice this, grabbing a hold of your shoulders and giving them a rather relaxing massage.

"Nonononono… deep breath in… deep breath out…" Camilo muttered. His voice was soft and you could feel the tension leaving you. His hands felt nice, too. You hadn’t had someone touch you in a long time.

"That’s it… there we go," he said, backing off. He handed you some tea, which you hesitantly drank. The tea warmed you up.

"So, uh…" Camilo started, his face flushing, "What’s… your name?"

Your breath caught in your throat. You were dreading this moment.

"Y/N… Y/N L/N" you said. Camilo suddenly stopped drinking, swallowing his tea before saying your name again.

"Y/N… I… I remember you…" he says, tears welling up in his eyes, "Remember? The town was gathering for Abuela’s birthday and… and dad took you away… after I… I-I… I wanted to play and…"

He wrapped his arms around you, crying into your neck.

"Why didn’t you… you write back…" he sobbed. You were taken aback, but nevertheless returned his hug.

You thought about it for a little bit… write back?

Those letters… the ones in your father’s room. They were from…

"…you?" You said aloud, "Those letters were from you..?"

"Wh-Wh-What…?" Camilo stammered through his tears.

"D-dad tore the n-names off," you stammered, starting to get choked up, "H-he never… he… he hid them from m-me…"

You began to sob, too. Camilo clutched onto you as you began to remember the day you met Camilo as a child.

You remembered calling out to him in the early morning through the window, trying to see him once again.

You forgot, but now you’ll never forget anymore.

—————

You walk next to Camilo, the two of you bonding over random things. Camilo tells you about fond family memories, and you laugh as he morphs into his various family members to tell the story.

The sun was setting, and you were on your way back to your house. You were reluctant to leave his side but… you had to.

"Wanna… hang out tomorrow?" Camilo asked, rubbing up next to you.

"Yes! Of co- I mean…" you halt yourself, "Sure…"

The two of you embraced before you return to your house. You go over to the window and open it, watching as the fluffy haired boy walks down the street.

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Camilo x Male Reader - Boy in the Window (Part 3)

(part 1)(part 2)(part 4)

Plot: A paranoid and lonely boy falls in love with a shapeshifting member of a family he’s scared of.

Triggers/Content Warnings: Enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, child neglect, cursing, HEAVY angst, implied violence.

A/N: This part will take place primarily in the past. The angst is heavy in this one, but I felt it necessary in order to explain not only your fear of the Madrigals, but also Camilo’s love for you.

Sorry this chapter is darker than the others, by the way.

A young boy, 8 years old, opened the door to his ramshackle house and looked around carefully. He looked over his shoulder, back at the blackness behind him, and before happily looking at the crowds forming in front of him.

Cautiously, he took a step, then another, then another. He was nervous, as if he believed every step could alert someone.

He stood still, his hands held together. This was his first time outside without Papa by his side, so he didn’t really know a lot of things.

Another boy, same age as the first, was running through the crowd, a large smile on his face as he weaved through the crowd. His eyes laid upon a nervous boy looking at the crowd.

The eager boy approached the nervous boy.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, causing the nervous boy to look up at him.

"Dunno…" the nervous boy shook his head, "I have no friends…"

"I could be your friend," the eager boy said, holding his hand out, "My name is Camilo,"

The nervous boy took Camilo’s hand "Y/N… that's… my name" he responded, smiling.

"You look better with the smile," Camilo said, before suddenly shifting topics, "Wanna see something cool?"

Y/N nodded in response. Camilo turned into a copy of Y/N, which awed the boy.

"Cool!" Y/N responded. Camilo took the boy’s hand once again and lead him up the street.

"Come on!" Camilo shouted, "Let’s play!"

Y/N didn’t get far up the street when suddenly he felt two familiar hands pick him up. It was Papa.

"Hey!" Camilo shouted, "Let him go!"

"Don't go kidnapping my son!" Papa shouted. Y/N cried in Papa’s arms, trying to break free, to join Camilo once again.

Yet that never came. When he did get put down, it was on the dinner table. Papa pointed a finger at the crying boy.

"I want you to listen to me," he said, "I told you to not go outside without Papa’s permission,"

"W-why?" Y/N whined, still crying.

"You could have been taken by a Madrigal!" Papa said, "That Camilo boy is a Madrigal, you should have known better,"

"B-but…" you stammered, "Camilo was nice… Camilo's my friend!"

"Oh, now see…" Papa said, "They may be nice on the outside, but on the inside they’re bad people,"

————

You clung onto your father’s leg. "Please stay… I don’t want you to go…"

Your father patted you on the head and pulled you away from his leg.

"Don't worry," he said, "I'll come back soon, I promise…"

————

He promised.

He promised.

What is a promise? Just empty words. Your father never came back. You were forced to fend for yourself for five years!

You vandalized his walls. In fact, you got pretty good at it! You drew on them again and again. He can eat shit!

Yet… a part of you still believes he'll come back. That’s why his door is untouched. That’s why… that’s why you’ve never entered.

Yet today, you felt confident enough to enter. The door to his bedroom slowly creaked open and…

————

… your father, holding a large amount of bags, stepped out the door and into the street.

"See you soon, bubby!"

————

…you entered his bedroom. It was a mess. Writings on the walls scrawled out messages of pure hatred, seething towards the Madrigals.

On his desk was a photo, a photo of your father and a woman you thought was familiar together was there. Next to it, a vandalized wedding photo between that same woman and a thin man.

A journal, filled with the etchings of an obsessed man, was also on the desk. In the journal were descriptions of all the Madrigals. He scathed all of them minus a couple. Julieta was the one he had the most positive things to say about, followed by Mirabel because she didn’t have powers, and one you hadn’t seen before - Antonio - who he describes as a newborn.

You noticed a stack of letters, each one sent by the same person. Who this person is, or was, you don’t know, the names were cut out.

But a lump formed in your throat once you noticed what the letters were saying.

————

Dear Y/N,

I hope you're doing well. My family's bugging me about this whole letter thing again. I hope you're reading these. I haven't heard back yet.

Do you have any new friends? I hope you do. We should play together some time. I know we weren't able to since your Papa was being rude and took you away, but we should anyways.

————

You dropped the letter in shock. Did you… forget about your friend?

You read more and more. The boy described his family. Some parts were etched out in red, each an action involving something this pen pal of yours wants to do.

You started crying.

"Fuck you, dad…" you muttered through tears, collapsed in your dad’s room.

————

You had decided to go out and buy some extra food. Treat yourself, right?

The market was busy. You rubbed your good luck charm in your pocket. Your father’s name was scratched out. Hopefully your luck will be better.

As you were approaching the stand selling the food, suddenly a commotion broke out. You had no clue what was going on, but you felt yourself get carried with the crowd.

"Woah… what the…"

You were suddenly knocked to the ground. You lost all sense of what was going on as you felt people step on you. You were sure they were kicks.

You felt your world going dark. The kicks stopped, and as you faded out into the world of the unconscious, you felt someone grab you and pick you up.

The last thing you saw was dark curly hair dangling over a concerned, slightly familiar face.

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Camilo x Male Reader - Boy in the Window (Part 2)

(part 1)(part 3)(part 4)

Plot: A paranoid and lonely boy falls in love with a shapeshifting member of a family he’s scared of.

Triggers/Content Warnings: Enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, child neglect mentions, cursing.

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the support! I’m surprised, to be honest, that my first post ever got so much love!

Forgot to mention this in Part 1, but both you and Camilo are 17 in this fic. Also this is the peak of the "enemies" phase, don’t worry, it gets better for them.

"Camilo! Time to get up!" Mirabel called out through the door of her younger cousin. Yet the boy didn’t respond.

Mirabel knocked on the door, only to hear a depressed groan. She slowly creaked the door open only to find the boy laying down with his face partially covered by the pillow he's resting his head on. His cheek puffed up slightly due to the pillow. He traced circles on the ground, kicking his feet in the air.

"Camilo?" Mirabel asked, which caused Camilo to hop to his feet.

"Mirabel! Uh…" Camilo stammered, "Good morning!" He weaved around her only to be met with the girl's hand wrapping around his wrist.

"Camilo, is there something wrong?" Mirabel asked. Camilo wormed his way out of the grip and backed into the guardrail, which pushed him back into Mirabel.

"Uh… I’m fine! I’m totally fine!" Camilo lied.

"Camilo, you know you can tell your family anything!"

"Yes, and that’s why I’m telling you everything's fine!"

"Oh, Camilo’s in love with a boy that lives in that house that everyone thinks is abandoned," Dolores said from across the way.

Mirabel looked like she had just had a revelation. Camilo looked like he wanted to die, which he actually did want to.

"Hm!" Dolores squeaked before running off.

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You took a small piece of chalk and ran it across the wall, the lines coalescing together into a large drawing of a flower.

Your mind keeps fluttering back to yesterday. With Camilo. He was… well… you're ashamed to admit he was cute.

Your father always told you to never trust a Madrigal. He told you they always helped others but that was a front. In truth, they are lying and deceitful people, one of them being a shapeshifter is just proof of that in your eyes.

Luckily you had a defensive measure, never leave the house. That way, none of them can cross you.

Your drawing was complete. Unfortunately it failed to bring your mind off of that Camilo boy.

You moved over to the kitchen, pulling out some of your purchases from yesterday and cutting them up, making a small salad before carefully moving to the table. You shrank as you ate alone. You wanted someone to eat with you so badly…

The chair across from you has been empty for five years. Your father left when you were 12, and you had to fend for yourself. It bothers you sometimes but you've learned to suck it up, right? You can handle things well! No tears!

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"Camilo, that boy you're in love with is crying," Dolores whispered to Camilo, who turned sharply towards his sister.

"I told you, I'm not in love, I just want to be friends with him,"

"That's… not what it seems like to me…" she said, before squeaking and running off.

It took a solid minute for him to register what Dolores said beyond "that boy you're in love with," and with that sudden realization he barreled out the door.

His feet ran faster than he could have imagined towards your house. Head filled with worry and panic.

He suddenly skidded to a stop as he noticed your window was open, approaching it with caution only to notice the interior walls of your house was filled with art, and that you were currently drawing on one of the only slots on the wall that had no art on it.

He watched with intensity as you worked the chalk on the walls into the shape of a person with no distinct features, just… a person.

Camilo couldn't help but marvel at your colorful walls.

"Wow…" he muttered.

But that was enough. You jumped a mile and dropped the chalk, running over and grabbing the sides of your window, attempting to close it on Camilo.

"H-hey wait! I'm sorry! I was in the area and I saw your drawings through the wi-"

"Bullshit!" you respond, "You're spying on me! You and your family!"

"Wha-… huh?" Camilo seemed confused.

"My dad told me to never trust a Madrigal. That they're skeevy liars who backstab when it's least expected,"

Camilo was stunned. Completely stunned.

"What's worse? Your powers? All of them! All fit for that kind of stuff! Hearing everything? Perfect for finding out if the town loves you or not. Weather control? Raining hell down upon the town!"

"What…?" Camilo had his heart broken three times over, and with every scathing comment against his family twisted the knife even further.

The boy found his family… evil?

"…and you?"

Camilo froze.

"You shapeshift. You freak me out, okay? Like, I’m not sure which person I’m talking to is actually you! And… and… I just…"

You were burnt out. All these years of anger and hatred that you had bottled up were unloaded onto Camilo.

"Please just… don't talk to me… ever…" you say, hurt becoming more apparent in your voice, "I don't want… little Mr. Perfect to take everything I've ever had… all I've built up… I don't want the Madrigals to take everything from me… again…"

With that, you closed the window, leading Camilo into a tragic state of confusion and sadness.

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Camilo x Male Reader - Boy in the Window (Part 1)

(part 2)(part 3)(part 4)

Plot: A paranoid and lonely boy falls in love with a shapeshifting member of a family he’s scared of.

Triggers/Content Warnings: Enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort.

You hastily poured some water into a cup and slowly, shakily, brought it up into lips and took a quiet sip. You didn't want her to hear you, but she will.

That one Madrigal girl hears everything, after all.

Yes, you’re scared of the Madrigals even though you live in the Encanto. You live on the outskirts of town, far away from any of them. You were happy about that.

One of them can shapeshift into anyone, that gives you the heebie-jeebies.

But now’s not the time to think about that. You had to go out into town to buy some food. You ran out last night so this was a necessity.

You put your small good luck charm in your pocket, a small circle with your parent's names engraved on it, and left to go down to the market.

The town was busy. People going along their business and selling food and donkeys and whatever they may like. Crowds naturally formed around the Madrigals going about their business.

You stayed away from them. You didn’t want any of them to notice you. You were scared of them, after all. Scared of their potential. Why do they all have to be so… perfect? You envy them in a way. You envied the constant love and adoration people send them. Nobody sends that to you. Nobody ever loved you. Why? Why!?

No time for moping, time to buy food. You have to eat to live, after all.

You purchased your food from the stands. Corn, tomatoes, avocados, et cetera. You bought a ton of it. Didn’t want to make too many risks today. Already making a ton sharing outdoor time with the Madrigals around.

Then… calamity struck. The strong one, Luisa, accidentally threw a ton of donkeys into a wagon a bit too hard, causing it to tip over and fall onto a pile of boxes, unleashing a ton of avocados over the ground of the market.

You took this as your cue to leave. It was a slow walk away which turned into a brisk jog towards your house. You were unaware that your lucky charm fell out of your pocket and found it’s way to the feet of a certain Camilo Madrigal.

He noticed you jog off before quickly following your tail by morphing into Luisa. You sped up your pace, not because Camilo was there but because you didn’t like to be out very long.

You quickly entered your house, Camilo there behind you. He morphed back into his normal self before knocking on your door, flipping you out as you had no clue who it was.

When you opened it, you found Camilo there, out of breath and holding out your lucky charm.

"This… this fell out of your pock-" he said before looking up, his face dropping, "…ket…"

You took the charm away from him quickly. That’s… that’s the shapeshifter. You didn’t want him here long.

With a small 'thank you', you tried to close the door on him, but he stopped it with his hand.

"I haven't seen you around much," Camilo said, a smile spreading across his face, "I'm Camilo Madrigal, but you… probably knew that already,"

You sighed and spoke, "Yeah, I already knew that,"

You wanted him gone, out of your house. So you decided to end it.

"Listen… I'm not in the mood for… talking… right now… so can you please, like, leave?"

Camilo’s smile suddenly dropped, and you felt a pang of guilt leap up into your throat.

"Don’t mean to be rude, sorry," you added, the words leaving your lips faster than you could process.

"Yeah… yeah it’s fine…" Camilo said, looking down in sadness. Dear lord he’s pulling out all the stops to make you feel bad, to pull out all the stops to sneak his way into your house.

You eased the door shut, looking away from Camilo, not wanting to see the look of disappointment on his face.

That night both of you lied awake. Your minds flooded with images of each other.

Camilo was hit harder than you. He thought about you so much that he accidentally morphed into you and wept.

You were just guilty for abandoning the boy. No matter how many times you told yourself it was manipulation it only made it worse for you.

Either way, Camilo was determined to see you again, and you were determined to forget the whole thing.

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