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lovesgnf · 2 days ago
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˗ˏˋJEALOUSY! ´ˎ˗
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ IN WHICH: Camilo finds his best friend flirting with a new boy in the village and he feels this unknown angered emotion.
ೃೀ. guys please request in the comments or in my ask box 😭 i have no imagination for these imagines
˚ · . camilo madrigal x fem!reader.
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“Camilo, hijo! Could you please go to the market and get your tía some harina for the arepas?” Pepa told the bored curly haired boy. Camilo got up immediately and nodded. “Of course mami” He grinned and walked out of Casita. Pepa smiled at her son and went on with cleaning the house with Isabela helping.
As Camilo walked out of Casitas front door, he thought he could pass by at Y/n’s place to ask her if she wanted to hang out later if she didn’t have any chores to get done.
As he walked to the market he noticed Y/n next to the water fountain but.. she wasn’t alone, she was laughing with this light brown hair, dark eyed, tall boy who he has never seen around the village of encanto.
His brows furrowed at the scene he was staring at. She looked so delighted to be with that other boy. He doesn’t remember her having that giant grin on her face when talking with Camilo. 
Camilo just frowned and walked to the market. After the 5 minutes of him asking the workers which flour was the one for arepas he finally got the one he needed and walked out of the small local shop, getting ready to walk up to his ‘best friend’ who he secretly had feelings for.
As he got closer to the pair he took a deep breath in. “Hey Y/n!” he greeted behind her, wrapping his arms around the girl like she was some type of treasure. Y/n’s eyes widened as she blushed, he has never touched her like this. 
“Uhm hi cami” She chucked nervously while the new boy looked at them in confusion. She moved herself out of Camilos grasp and spoke. “Uhm Daniel, this is Camilo, my friend and Camilo, this is Daniel! He’s new to the village and we’re the same age!” Y/n spoke happily, not noticing the way they both glanced at each other with burning hatred.
“Well, hello Daniel. Welcome to encanto” Camilo forced a smile and put his hand out but the boy looked at him in disgust. “Uh yeah, thanks.. anyway señorita linda here and I are going to.. go” Daniel said and grabbed Y/n’s wrist harshly making her yelp a loud “Ow!” 
Camilo frowned and grabbed Y/n’s other hand. “Actually, mi amor and I were going to hang out today so you should get going” He said, his tone of voice annoyed and angered. 
Daniel rolled his eyes. “Well maybe you should hang out later, i didn’t get to know her so well” He responded and yanked Y/n causing her to yell as she fell onto the boys chest.
“What is your problem?” Camilo said madly and grabbed the h/c girl gently. “No, what is both of your guys’ problems?! Why are you two even fighting in the first place?!” Y/n yelled with glossy eyes. Camilo knew she always teared up when getting mad.
“Whatever, leave my girlfriend alone.” Camilo blurted out just to get the boy angry. “Cmon mi vida” He said softly, grabbing the surprised blushing girl and walking away with a smirk on his face. 
Y/n felt her face burning hot with the fact that he just called her his girlfriend. When they arrived at casita, she sat on Camilos bed and smirked. “Girlfriend, huh?” She teased causing the hazel eyed boy to groan in embarrassment and cover his face.
“Shut it” He mumbled, his hands still covering his pink face.
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caramellahoney · 3 days ago
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YOU SAID REQUEST ARE TEMPORARILY OPEN FOR NOW SO I HAVE A REQUEST simple n easy
camilo(and whoever you want) w an s/o who's hair is long like isabelas 🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️
good luck with exams babe don't overstress yourself xx
“personal hair brush”
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pairings: Camilo Madrigal x GN! Reader
genre: PURE FLUFF!
warning/s: none to note!
a/n <3: TYSM! Sweet little moments with you and Camilo- he also braids your hair because why not. Lowkey was practicing making more descriptive writing here
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Camilo watched carefully as you brushed through your long locks, hands gently patting down any stray strands left. You shook your head around making your locks tumble and bounce gently. The sun cast your figure in a soft light, illuminating some of the golden strands that threaded through your hair. Light curls adorned your face, framing it perfectly while the ends of your tresses were cut straight and neat. Camilo leaned back, resting his arms on his forearms as you shifted your gaze to turn to him. He smirked and raised a brow at you.
"Acting smooth as if you weren't just staring at me awhile ago." You scoffed, smiling cheekily as he fumbled around his words- the smirk on his face dropping. He huffed and scooted closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder. His hands reached up to your scalp, gently kneading through your long locks. You hummed happily, tilting your head back as a silent plea for him to keep going.
"You're the one begging for my affection. I'm your personal hair brush at this point." Camilo let out a breath of air, laughing lightly as he pressed a kiss on the nape of your neck. You rolled your eyes and ignored his comment but leaned back so your back was resting against his front. He pressed his face into your locks, wrapping his arms around your midsection. A scent of floral hit his nose and he instinctively buried his nose deeper into your locks.
"Are you smelling my hair."
"Shh. Let me enjoy this moment."
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Camilo let out a soft sigh, watching you dance with kids cheering around you. Your clothes and hair elegantly spun around you as you twirled. His loving gaze danced over your form, noticing how the color of your hair complimented your yellow outfit perfectly.
"Ogling at them? They’re your lover, just approach them, idiot." Isabella piped up, holding a plate of empanadas in her hand. She lowered the plate towards him, urging him to take one. Camilo glared at her but grabbed a handful of empanadas off the plate. Isabella walked off and Camilo turned his gaze towards your form again, watching you console a crying child. Jumping to his feet, he approached the two of you as you took the little boy in your arms.
"Hey what's wrong?" Camilo walked towards the kid, gently rubbing his back. You bounced the toddler in your arms, and held your hand out, gesturing to the empanadas in his hand. He handed you one and you quickly fed it to the kid.
"He tripped and scraped his knees. Don't worry, the empanadas have already healed it up." Camilo's mouth formed and "O" and he nodded his head, stepping back to let you do your thing. The two of you leaned against a wall and his hands unconsciously drifted towards your hair. He twirled a long strand in his fingers, watching as you slowly calmed the boy down.
"You always have to be touching my hair huh?" You muttered, raising a brow at him. Camilo just grinned, raking his fingers through your locks again. He grasped random sections in his hand and threw it around, making it hit your face. Camilo snickered when the boy laughed at his actions- you, on the other hand, weren't so happy. You sighed and brushed your hair back, rolling your eyes as he snaked his arm around your waist.
"What? It's silky."
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Camilo bit down on the stems of the bright flowers as he threaded through your locks. He parted your hair into three sections and started braiding, weaving flowers here and there for the aesthetics. He pressed a kiss on your temple as he tied the ends off, grabbing a mirror so you could see his masterpiece.
"I didn't know you knew how to braid-?" You mused, turning to him with a surprised expression. He didn't actually, in fact- he just learned it recently from Isabella. Then again, he's never going to tell you that he practically begged her to teach him how to braid- or the fact that it took him days hours to get it right. Camilo smirked cockily, crossing his arms and shrugging.
"Meh- It's nothing, just a little thing I easily learned-" Camilo trailed off when Dolores poked her head out of the kitchen, humming when you turned to look at her.
"It took him days to actually get it right, you'd think it would be easy but he's an idiot."
"DOLORES!"
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camiloenthusiast · 17 hours ago
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CamiloxReader
Ehhhh
I DUNNO
CAMILO WITH A EASILY DISTRACTED READER
No thoughts head empty at the same time y'know
Lost Without You
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Summary: You can forget easily, and Camilo often has to be your rock when you get lost in thought
DNI if you are 18+ please!!!
C.W: Kinda basing reader’s experience off of my own ADHD experiences sorry anon,,, Otherwise only fluff!!
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“…And then the flowers went everywhere! So I was telling Dolores—“ You started, whispering in your mind not to get too distracted as you stared into Camilo’s hazel eyes. His loving gaze seemed to soften, eyes crinkling in the corners as his hand squeezed yours, “—Dolores… I was… what was I saying, again?”
For a moment, your chest seemed to seize as you tried to piece together quickly what you had just been laughing about— finding yourself lost in a memory not even an hour old.
His smile only softened even more as he brought your hand to his lips, aiding you through the sudden haze that clouded your thoughts; you were distracted again, by your mind telling you not to be.
“You were telling me that you dropped the flowers you were supposed to bring to your mamá, mi vida,” He reminded you, effortlessly smiling as he brought your hand to his cheek, “Mi hermana was trying to help you, but one of the kids came and hugged you from behind— that’s where you left off.”
You felt the haze clear as it clicked— brought back immediately to the memory as you grinned from ear to ear. Camilo pulled you closer into his arms as he returned your smile, turning his head to place a tender kiss into your palm.
“Oh— oh! Thank you, mi cielo! I was— yes! Ok, so, the flowers were everywhere, right?” Camilo gave an amused nod, reddish-curls bouncing against your hand. “And I turn to Dolores, and I forgot what I was saying, but I think it had something to do with a wedding because she turned almost as red as her dress, Cami!”
A soft chuckle escaped past his lips, though he seemed a little more distracted watching you so energetically explain to him the reason why you were late to the picnic today. In the dying light of the sun, bathed in gold, Camilo seemed to glow. It was enough to bring you to a stop again, breath hitching as he smiled so lovingly your way.
“And then what, mi vida?” He prompted softly, freckled cheeks still under your thumb as you swept at his freckles, “Did Dolores get back at you?”
“She did,” you laughed, momentarily taken away by how gorgeous he looked under the sunset. You brought your other hand to his other cheek, pulling him in to a kiss that tasted of dinner and sun. When you pulled away, he had an almost lovesick smile splitting his cheeks, eyes filled with only adoration.
“She told me— I think— something to do about marrying you!” He chuckled at that one too, head propped up on your hand as he wrapped his arms around your middle. “Then my mamá found us and had me get another batch from Isabela, who was all the way at Casita!”
“So that’s why you were out of breath, mi corazón? You ran all the way from Casita to here?” He asked a bit worriedly, pulling you ever closer into his arms. He moved to plant kisses on both of your cheeks as you laughed joyfully.
“Don’t worry! It wasn’t too bad—“ he pressed a kiss into your forehead, earning a laugh out of you as you held him back down, mischievous grin on your face, “—I was mostly out of breath cause I saw you, cariño!”
That certainly got him to pause, eyes widening as his cheeks warmed. In hazel, you saw green and gold shining back at you, cheeks freckled and warmed as he softened in your hands.
“You look absolutely handsome today, mi Camilo!” You added for good measure, placing a chaste kiss on the bridge of his nose.
If you were both late leaving for home, laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe all the while, then that was just a bonus for both of you as you walked hand in hand.
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A/N: REALLY SHORT IM SO SORRY The idea was just too cute for me not to write it right away though 😭
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amateurasterism · 2 days ago
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mi vida, mi sol, mi luna
camilo madrigal x fem!reader
summary: after a year without seeing each other, camilo and y/n reunite only to realize they’ve fallen in love. camilo attempts to write a letter to confess his feelings, but it fails… in a good way.
notes: pure fluff lmao, 18+ dni
song: good-old fashioned lover boy by queen
It was always Camilo and Y/N. It was never just Camilo, or just Y/N; it was always Camilo and Y/N. It has always been Camilo and Y/N, and it always will be Camilo and Y/N. At least, thats what’s everyone had assumed.
Seeing as your mother had been best friends with the triplets, you and Camilo were attached by the hip the moment you two were born. Camilo was only two hours older than you, making you both born on the same day and therefore attached for the rest of your lives. You were there when Camilo had gotten his gift, and Camilo was there when you had to help your family’s business. You were the definition of best friends, nothing more and nothing less. So it was a given for people to assume it would always be Camilo and Y/N, from life til death. You were eachother’s lifelines. Sus vidas.
Until news came about that your family would be leaving town for a year due to business purposes. Camilo did everything he could to have you stay: he proposed for your parents to leave you at casita, he asked to come with you, but nothing worked. You were leaving for a year and that was final.
So for the first time in 15 years, “Camilo and Y/N” became just “Camilo”.
No longer did townspeople see you and Camilo bringing a smile to faces with their tricks. No longer did they see Camilo stealing seconds and you scolding himshortly afterwards. No longer did they see you getting tackled by a blur of yellow around every corner. They only saw Camilo joking with children but never having the smile reach his eyes. They only saw Camilo taking another serving, but never as much arepas was seen towered on his plate as before. They only saw Camilo chatting with his siblings and cousins, but not quite hugging them the way he hugged you.
It stayed that way for a year. Days passed as Camilo waited for his best friend to come back. A calendar adorned the wall above his bed, and marking it was the first thing he did every morning. In the back pocket of his pants, there was a picture Mirabel had taken of you and Camilo on your 15th birthday, just a week before you left. You two stood at the front of casita, a banner above you announcing “¡Feliz Cumpleanos!”. Camilo’s right arm slung around your shoulder and your left hand touseled his curly hair. Both of you had tossed confetti into the other’s face the moment the photo was taken. Your faces both permanently etched with laugher and euphoria in the photo.
On the 6th of december, Camilo woke up to one of Pepa’s sunny days despite it being winter. He grabbed a marker from his nightstand and reached over to his calendar. Only 25 days until he would be reunited with his best friend.
The shapeshifter then pulled on a rauna over his collared shirt and dark pants, and slid down casita’s stairs for breakfast. If he was lucky, he would be early and could steal a couple extra arepas. He quickly ran over to where his Tia Julieta kept the breakfast servings and shifted into Dolores before stacking arepas onto his plate.
“Dolores!” Camilo heard someone shout. He looked up slowly, still in the form of Dolores. It was Mirabel.
“Hey! So I was walking around town and Mariano came up to me and wanted me to ask you if…”
Mirabel continued to drone on about whatever it was Mariano had told her to ask Dolores. Camilo continued to stack arepas, nodding his head and staring at Mirabel to make her think it was Dolores who was listening.
“He said his schedule is pretty flexible, and he was thinking around afternoon he could take you to-”
“Mirabel? Dolores?” a voice inutrrupted mirabel’s speech.
Mirabel turned around at the new voice whilst Camilo didn’t bother. However the voice was extremely familiar, like he’d heard it many times before but hadn’t heard it in a while-
“Y/N?” Mirabel turned around, thus grabbing Camilo’s full attention.
When Camilo looked up, he began to cough uncontrollably. He lost his form as Dolores, shifted into Mirabel for a split second, then into you. He froze once he was back into himself.
Dios mio.
You stood a few feet behind Mirabel, exactly like how you were in the picture in his back pocket. Apart from the fact your features had toned slightly in the time you had been gone. You looked older, more mature. More… pretty.
Never once had Camilo thought of his best friend as anything more than such. You were pretty, but he didn’t pay much attention to it until now. Because now, there was something about the way your smile complimented all your features that made his heart beat faster.
“Camilo!” you yelled, breaking the silence spent in staring. Tears brimmed your eyes, as you began to run towards your best friend with arms ready to pull him in a hug. Camilo did the same, nearly knocking over his Tia Julieta’s display of food in his rush to meet your embrace.
You pressed yourself against Camilo’s body, wrapping your arms around his neck so tight as though you felt he might disappear. Camilo snaked his arms around your torso, tightening around your waist and hoisting you up in the air. He spun you around with the purest grin Mirabel had seen since you left. He put you back down as you took each other in another embrace.
They were back. No more just “Camilo” or just “Y/N”, they were back to “Camilo and Y/N”. Exactly how it was always supposed to be.
Once you both finally seemed to process you were finally in each others presence after so long, Camilo pulled away and pressed your foreheads together.
Especially now, Camilo could see the subtle changes adjacent on your face. Your hair framed your face structure, which was more defined now. There was a rose in your cheeks that accompanied the softness of your cheekbones. Your eyes simultaneously met his, causing his heart to quicken. Were friends supposed to make eachother feel this way?
You were wondering the same thing, because you swore Camilo had never looked this good before you left. You had assumed he would change over the year, but you definitely weren’t expecting him to change so much to the point where he was making your heart race significantly faster than it ever had before. His curly hair looked breathtaking in the morning sunlight, which was highlighting the extra freckles on his soft cheekbones. His lips were tinted with a blissed smile.
“I missed you, mi vida,” Camilo muttered lightly, so only you could hear it. ever since the two of you could speak, you had been calling eachother “mi vida”. It was fitting, since you were essentially eachothers lifelines.
Your lips pulled into a smile at the use of the nickname.
“I’ve missed you too, mi vida.”
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Of course, you and Camilo had spent the next month together. You roamed the streets similar to how you used to so long ago, and it felt like there really hadn’t been a year that separated the two of you.
But Camilo would be lying if he said there was nothing completely different from a year ago. Because a year ago, never in his life had you made him so nervous or looked this pretty before. When his fingers brushed against yours, it would result in a stuttering of words. The hugs shared between you suddenly felt too intimate for being just friends. Being too close allowed him to see the matching pink tinting both your cheeks.
To put it simply: Camilo Madrigal had a crush on you.
Yet saying anything about this newfound crush terrified Camilo. You were his best friend, and saying anything romantic could ruin the friendship you two had been building for 15 years. Let alone the fact you could reject him, and then the friendship would beyond any doubt be ruined.
Nevertheless, no matter how hard Camilo had tried to convince himself, he knew that he couldn’t push those feelings aside. He liked you, and that was a secret he couldn’t keep. Who was he supposed to talk to about how gorgeous you looked when a smile settled your lips? How long could he continue fighting the urge to lace your fingers with his? And as much as it surprised him to think about it: how long could he resist not kissing you?
Hence, after dinner, Camilo had left you to watch Bruno’s rat telenovelas with Antonio so he could contemplate how to deal with his newfound feelings with Mirabel, Dolores, Luisa, and Isabela. Camilo was sprawled on the couch, tapping his fingers on the cushion anxiously. Mirabel was sewing on the coffee table, Isabela was sitting on a flowery swing, Dolores sat beside her brother, and Lusia was using casita’s moving tiles to workout.
“Theoretically, if I were to suddenly like a good friend of mine, how could I tell her I like her without ruining the friendship?” Camilo asked.
“Is this about Y/N?” Dolores queried.
In response, Camilo went red and quickened the rhythm in which his fingers were tapping. It took all his energy to not shift into you in surprise. “You’re telling me it’s that obvious?”
“Dios mio, primo! Have you seen how red you are whenever she hugs you, or how you’ve been stumbling on your words all the time?” Isabela teased. “Of course que es obvio.”
“Cállate, Isa!” Camilo hissed, however not too loud as to not harm Dolores. “Just answer the question.”
“Why don’t you just tell her you like her?” Luisa suggested between sprints.
“Yeah, I mean have you seen how she reacts when you smile at her?” Isabela agreed.
Mirabel snickers, and pushes some fabric aside to shift her attention to Camilo. “If you’re that much of a coward you could write her a love letter. Make it anonymous so in the 1% probability in which she doesn’t like you back, it doesn’t ruin anything.”
Camilo thought about it for a moment. A love letter would work perfectly; he could confess anything and nothing could go wrong because you wouldn’t know it was him.
“Eres brilliante, Mira!” Camilo shot up from the couch and hugged Mirabel far too tightly. “Los amo chicas!”
Camilo basically bolted up the stairs and into his room, pulling out a pen and a clean sheet of paper. He took in a sharp breath and sat at his desk, poising his pen and beginning to write. He was at it for an hour and was on his tenth piece of paper when he finally composed something that felt right. Camilo reread his letter over and over again, slightly creasing the edge of the paper where his hands held it. Before sending it, he paused in front of his door and read it out loud.
“Querida Y/N,
Everywhere we go, I make it my goal to make you happy- to make you laugh. After every joke I make, I hope my eyes will fall on your laughing figure, buzzing with excitement. As I hear the music that is your laughter, your hair bounces and lines crease beneath your eyes. If i’m lucky our eyes will meet and tigger the cage of butterflies that is my stomach.
I hope one day to muster enough courage to admit, “tu es eres la chica más bonita que existe.” And hopefully that will cause you to smile, because all I really want is for whatever I do you make you happy. 
Tu admirador secreto.”
He smiled at the paper before folding it into an envelope and pressing a light kiss to the seal, unbeknownst to the evesdroppers in casita’s living room
“He says, ‘tu eres la chica mas bonita que existe’,” Dolores squeaked with a small smile and wide eyes. The letter reminded her of the poems Mariano would often write her.
Luisa, Isabel, and Mirabel erupt into a fit of teasing giggles, poking fun at Camilo.
“He’s head over heels, dios mio!” Isabela tumbled over with laughter.
Simultaneously, somewhere above Dolores hears the tapping of footsteps and the opening of doors. Bruno’s telenovela paused as Camilo stepped in and said, “Y/N, Dolores told me tu madre said you should go back home. It’s late.”
“Tranquilo!” Dolores hushed her cousins. “Cami is taking her home now.”
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“Dios mio, it’s so cold outside!” you shivered, rubbing your hands against your arms. You and Camilo were about halfway to your house. The sun was already beginning to chase the moon above.
Camilo glanced at you before shrugging off his rauna and handing it to you.
“Since you’re so cold, wear this.”
You stood there still for a moment, taking in the sight of Camilo without his rauna. The last time he had taken it off in front of you was when you were both five, and never since then. His collared shirt was uniorned and slightly unbuttoned, as per usual. The sleeves were cuffed to his forearm. You’d be lying if you said you couldn’t feel the blood rising to your cheeks. Why did your best friend have to look so good all of a sudden?
“Y/N?” Camilo waved the rauna in front of your face. “Mi vida? Do you want the rauna or no?”
“Lo siento,” you shook your head while taking the rauna. You pulled it over your neck and draped it over your exposed arms. “Gracias, mi vida.”
Now it was Camilo’s turn to be awestruck. Over the past month, he became head over heels for you, and seeing you in his rauna was adding fuel to the fire. You were looking off into the distance as you began to ramble about Bruno’s telenovela, allowing him to take the time to watch the way your brow scrunched and your hands acted out imaginary aspects to the story. He could watch you do this all day if he could.
At the end of your story, Camilo had realized you’d already arrived at your house.  Instead of letting him leave, you led Camilo up to the portion of roof that sat under your bedroom window so you could sit and watch the sun pursue the moon It was a gorgeous sunset, and Camilo had a feeling he knew why there wasn’t a single cloud in sight.
Camilo watched as you stared at the view. He almost started shapeshifting right then and there, due to how perfect you looked under the sunset and with his rauna on. The euphoria he felt in that moment alone rivaled all of Pepa’s sunny days combined. His eyes scanned your figure and landed on a yellow flower strangled in your hair, matching Camilo’s rauna. It must’ve gotten stuck there while you climbed the walls of your house, as Isabela had grown flowers all over the town’s houses just yesterday.
“What are you staring at, mi vida?” you glance at Camilo and stifle a giggle.
“You have something in your hair… do you want me to get it out?”
“Oh!” you patted your hair self consciously and nodded. “Sure.” Thank god the sky was pink, for if it wasn’t, your blush would be much more visible than it already was.
Camilo pulled his hand out of his pants pocket to reach for the flower, but in doing so, an envelope fell out of the pocket and between you and him.
No, no, no, no, NO-
Camilo shifted into Pepa, Mirabel, Isabela, then you in a panic. He jumped for the letter; however it was too late, because you had already picked up the envelope and begun to examine it.
“What’s this, ‘Milo?” you tilted your head slightly. “It has my name on it?”
Camilo was just about to reach out to grab the envelope and prevent you from seeing the contents of the envelope, but he stopped himself.
“You know what? You should open it. I’ve actually been meaning to give it to you.”
You gave him another smile before gently ripping the envelope and unfolding the letter inside. Camilo gave you a couple minutes to read it, watching as your smile widened.
But when you looked up, Camilo saw tears accompanying your smile.
“Y/N? Mi vida?” Camilo scanned your body, fingers hesitant on touching you incase you didn’t want him to. He mumbled a curse beneath his breath. “Did I do something wrong? Lo siento, do you not want-”
“‘Milo,” you let out a small laugh and guide his hands to cup your face. “This is beautiful. And I’m glad you feel this way, because I do too.”
Camilo let out a breathy sigh of relief. “Really?”
You nod while Camilo uses his thumb to wipe your tears. When there’s not a single trace of shed tears, Camilo leans forward and presses your forehead against his.
“Tu eres la chico mas hermoso que existe,” you said with the shadow of a smile.
Camilo snickered, leaning forward slightly. You watch as his green eyes trace your lips. You nod a wordless yes, allowing Camilo to press a chaste kiss to your lips. The feeling makes you giddy; you to let out a light laugh.
Camilo pulls back openmouthed, processing the fact he just kissed his best friend and it was the best damn kiss he’d ever had.
You start to quickly press delicate kisses to his freckles. The boy laughs as the blush on his cheeks flourishes. After you finish giving kisses to his face, you return to the position of leaning your foreheads against each other.
“Te amo, mi luna,” Camilo whispers.
“Mi luna?” you question, cocking your head.
“Well the sun can’t live without the moon, can it? Eres la luna a mi sol, Y/N; I can’t live without you.”
“Te amo tambien, mi sol,” you shift to lean your head against Camilo’s shoulder. A contented sigh left your smiling lips as you shut your eyes.
A couple minutes pass. Camilo tapped your shoulder and watched as you stirred awake.
“You should probably go home, mi luna.”
“I’m already home, mi sol. Home is with you.”
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camilosangelita · a day ago
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Te Quiero
camilo x reader, a small one-shot w you & camilo!
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"My cousin Camilo won't stop until he makes you smile today!"
Camilo, the town's beloved jokster, often found himself neglecting his own mental needs.
"Camilo! Go babysit some of the towns kids!" Abuela Alma called out, focusing on Antonio's gift ceramony.
"On it!" He shouted in response, running his way over to the town's square to brighten up everyone's day.
By the time he got back, he was exhausted — shape-shifting all day took up a ton of his energy, both mentally and physically.
Camilo slouched his way into the kitchen, stuffing his face with his tia Julietta's arepas and empanadas.
"Oh Mijo! [Name] stopped by!" Pepa mentioned, the next thing she saw was her son's face, which was bursting with happiness and exhilaration. "R-really?! What did they say?" He asked, his words being a bit muffled from all the food that was in his mouth.
"They mentioned you two were meeting up somewhere? Near the mountains?"
'..Mierda.' Camilo mumbled to himself in realization, before taking off. "Bye Mami! I'll be back later!"
Pepa could only let out a small smile, rainbows forming around her. She was happy to watch her little boy grow.
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"Mi vida I'm sorry I'm late!" Camilo panted, putting his hands on his knees while gasping for air. "I was babysitting all day today so I lost track of time!"
You stuffed a muffin in his mouth, putting your hand on his shoulder to support him if he were to fall. "Don't worry about it!" You sat down on the blanket you laid down on the grass, patting the spot next to you.
Camilo laid his head on your lap and closed his eyes, adjusting himself to the peaceful atmosphere. "[Name]?"
"Yeah?"
"Te Quiero.." Camilo whispered, falling asleep shortly afterwards. You planted a kiss on his temple, watching him rest in peace.
"I love you too."
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pomkyeompurin · a day ago
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Oh colours? I wish i never saw them because of you.
Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader
Colours au!
Idk what to feel about this one im ngl but enjoy!
𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗠𝘆 𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝗮𝘆
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"Mami, how can you see colours?" the boy asks, gripping his mother's yellow dress, his eyes round and curious. The mother chuckled and picked him up "well little one, by finding the person you're sure to live with the rest of your life, your world will be vibrant and never dull. They call them soulmates when both parties can see colours."
"However, there are cases where we can only see some parts of the world coloured. For example, see that flower over there" she points towards a red flower in front of their house "those who see only a part of the entity's colour can only see, let's say, one or two red petals of the flower. Usually happens when you have crushes and sometimes more than average of colours can be seen during love at first sight. That does not mean you have found the love of your life, you'll have to figure that out yourself."
"What if i saw colours because of two people mami?"
"Well, that is something you should decide yourself. Who do you love? They asked. But listen Camilo, choose what you think is right for you so you could be happy, okay? Nothing is ever final even if you saw something more of anything than the other"
"Okay mami!"
I forgot mami said that.
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𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥
The weather? Ah yes, not too cloudy, not too sunny. A beautiful day indeed. Y/n was at her usual place , a little further behind the casita has an area where the river flows from the mountains. A tree grew beside the river where y/n usually naps or write songs in her spare time and the area was filled with vibrant flowers. Sometimes she thought that Isabela might have went here before.
‘Maybe Tia Pepa’s in a good mood,’ y/n assumes, ‘I wonder why’
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Y/n had climbed up the tree and sat on it’s branch when around dawn rolls in, writing lyrics, crossing and rewriting the drafts he had on her notebook. Tapping the pencil’s eraser on her cheek as she comes up with lyrics when the sudden noise of leaves and grass being stepped on was heard.
Y/n closed her book quietly and cautiously looked down from the tree to see the yellow wearing chameleon wandering around the grass, he looks like he's searching for something.
After a few more walking back and forth and left and right as if something would show up "That's weird, Dolores told me I'd find her here"
The girl stifled a laughter as he sat down under the tree, deciding to just wait for y/n to appear. Y/n grinned as an idea floats in her head. She maneuver herself on the branch as quiet as possible and hung upside down from the tree.
"Hey chameleon" she approached and made her poor victim startled, he jumped away from her.
"OH MY-" he shrieked "y/n?"
"Pfft- yOU HAHAHAH YOU SHOULDVE- OH MY GOD SHI-" she lost her balance in the end and slipped. Y/n closed her eyes upon impact on the ground instead she was greeted by a soft fabric and warmth.
Camilo caught her out of reflex to lessen the impact from the fall.
"Okay you deserved that" Camilo snickered as y/n got up and hover herself above camilo and covered her face out of embarrassment "why does it always backfire for me"
"I mean, it was fair" he chuckled and lift his hand to grab y/n's wrist and pulled it away from her face.
His curls were brown, the yellow on his ruana flashes in her eyes, the chameleons patterned on it lined up, she found it cute but even cuter with colours.
'colours?' she turned her head to an orchid bush, the pink and it's yellow accent bloomed in her eyes. She was stunned, the area was even more beautiful in colours than she had imagine.
"Y/n?" Camilo questioned her sudden silence, the orchid tucked in her ear was loose, he tucked back the 1 coloured petal orchid which grabbed y/n' attention.
Y/n snapped back towards camilo, still trying to process what just happend. Her eyes flickered towards his, silently asking if he saw what she saw.
His eyes were confused and worried instead.
"Ah, crap- sorry" she pushed herself to stand up and bent down to lend camilo a hand and pulled him up.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, uh do you..." she looked up at his eyes again, hoping his expression would change, it didn't. "Nevermind, come on. Were you about to show me something since you were looking for me?"
Camilo lit up once again, nodding his head and excitedly held your wrist to drag you towards the casita. "You're going to love it!"
Y/n just nodded and smiled at him.
Thats how she was able to witness colours bursting like fireworks with him.
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The news travels fast, no doubt. Camilo insisted y/n on following him to greet a kid their age who had just moved back to Encanto. It took camilo a week rental of the stage in his room for y/n to comply with his request. It's not like he mind of y/n used it anyways, he always thought her music was nice to listen to.
"Dolores said the family's house is about.... Here!" Camilo stops in front of a green house, he pulled y/n by their already held hands to lead her. Y/n raised and eyebrow "do you know them personally?"
"Nope! But i think i should welcome them back"
Y/n hummed, she examines the house's exterior, the paint was a little peeled, probably from the old age and there were a lot of plants around the house. It was common to see them around the houses in Encanto, it looked like new plants. She assumed isabela might have gifted them flowers and greenery.
"Come on!" Camilo pulled y/n towards the door and knocks.
A few seconds later, a girl with wavy hair opened the door. Y/n could see how beautiful the stalks of green leaves stitched onto her blue skirt.
Camilo loosens his grip on y/n's hand, he seemed to have frozen before introducing himself "hi! My name's Camilo Madrigal, nice to meet you."
Y/n smiled and introduced herself after. The girl standing in front of them smiled "My name's Alvaline, nice to meet you too!"
Y/n felt herself letting go of Camilo's hand as he started to chat with Alvaline. Y/n occasionally joined of course but the chemistry between camilo and alvaline made her heart dropped.
'ah' is all y/n could think of when she saw them together.
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"Camilo? Hey, i completed that song you wanted to hear" y/n opens the shapeshifter's door to see him putting on his ruana in a hurry "Camilo?"
"Oh! Y/n, you can show me later, abuela told me to show Alavaline around the town. To show her anything that has changed since she had moved" Camilo smiled brightly and slips pass y/n and out the door "we'll hang out later! I can't wait to hear the song"
Y/n heard his very evident excited footsteps down the stairs. She sighed and walked towards the stage, passing by the abundant of mirrors. The brown wooden stage and red curtains makes her fumed everytime she came here ever since she was able to see colours. It reminded her of the day she obtained the ability to see them, she resented that moment.
'why cant i just tell him' a thought pops in her head and another answered 'alvaline and camilo looked better together than camilo and i ever will'
'damn it'
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𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦
Days and weeks passes without camilo by y/n's side as usual, to the point pepa even asked y/n about it to which y/n just politely answered "I'm not too sure either" everytime she would ask. Of course, y/n felt dreadful from camilo's recent simple hi's before slipping away to meet alvaline. She was never jealous of alvaline, just immensely pissed at the chameleon.
Y/n decided to push away her entire feelings and distracted herself by reading under the tree at her usual place. The more days passed, the more she subconsciously avoids the sun. Settling in the shadows and the shade, the only reason she was able to even get to know the people around Encanto was because of camilo but since he was not around, she saw no reason to actively interact with them.
Y/n woke up one morning feeling better than usual, jumping out of the bed excited. She felt giddy, it was one of those mornings where everything just joys her.
The bed was yelling at her to just stay home but y/n felt guilty if she just stayed in her room to read, it wont be as fun as reading surrounded by nature.
The walk to casita was eventful and actually made her feel better. She greeted everyone she knew and even got herself a free snack for her walk.
'Maybe i should really tell him about seeing colours' y/n considers as she bites into an empanada.
She reached the back of casita and easily find her way to her private place. Upon reaching, a chorus of laughter can be heard, she stopped her tracks and hid behind a flower bush.
What she saw was absolutely horrible. Alvaline was sitting with a boy- camilo, they were laughing to their hearts content. Camilo bit into his arepa after he told Alvaline a joke that made her laugh, y/n could see his eyes screaming hearts at the girl beside him. Her stomach twirled.
Y/n's eyes wanders towards their intertwined hands, she knew what was happening right at that moment. She knew how late she was, she knew she would never be able to turn back time.
She has nowhere to go now.
She held her cries and quietly left the place, she was hurt about something? Everything? She doesn't know except she felt terrible.
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A few months went by and words obviously has reached you about camilo and alvaline's relationship. Y/n had gotten used to this whole relationship and chose to ignore them, she hasnt talked to camilo ever since THAT happend and she hasnt gone out much either. Even if she did, it was just to run errands, as much as she wanted to go back to her favourite place behind the casita, she couldn't and she wont.
Eveyday she wishes to never have met camilo. She wished to not see colours because of him period. Y/n knows better than to slump over a guy and gotten over him a little. As long as she doesn't see camilo, she would be just fine and dandy.
She accepted the fact that all these memories, discoveries and fantasies she had will stay with her.
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taglist: @camilos-mivida @cralaaa @obsessed-with-a-fictional-man
Unable to tag: @annccss @breadglasses
I was of thinking to write a bonus fighting scene between camilo and y/n where he confronted her about not tell him that she was able to see colours. Because of him nonetheless but i could tell how bad that'll look so i scraped it entirely. Let me know some if you have any constructive criticism please!
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hahahahahasimp · 2 days ago
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Mi héroe - A Camilo Madrigal One Shot
Another Camilo One shot, lol. If no one stops me this may be the only character I write for a little while, so feel free to ask for other ideas, for Camilo, or other characters! Just give me the character, preferred pronouns, and any sort of story ideas. If it interests me (and i know the character) I'll write it. If enough people are interested, I may think of writing up a request board with rules and shows. My asks are open!
He/him pronouns for Camilo, she/her for y/n.
18+ DNI!! They. Are. Minors.
Les go!
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- In which Camilo and Mirabel tell a story, this time featuring y/n! Y/N is then showered in affection from her novio.
- Based on a headcanon I have about Camilo and Mirabel, explained in the story.
- Pure Fluff ❤️
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When they were younger, Mirabel and Camilo would create stories to tell their family. Camilo would act out the parts, shifting into each of their family members, and Mirabel would create costume pieces, make sound affects, and play music. Though the family loved these stories, as Camilo grew busier with the town, which in affect caused him to grow apart from Mirabel, these became much more uncommon and rare to the point it had been years since they had done one.
But when the Casita fell, they decided to take up this again, to help bring up peoples spirits.
And now, even with their gifts back, and the Casita rebuilt, they continue to tell these stories. From classic Colombian myths, legends, and fairy tales, to original stories they made up themselves.
At this point in your relationship, you'd been over for dinner quite a few times, you've probably seen them put on a show 5 or 6 times now. Each time you've always been left bent over laughing from the goofy duo. Once their tío Bruno joined in, playing a brave hero, Hernando el Caballero. Spoilers, it ended with him dying to save the life of a small rat. A beautiful (hilarious) story.
Tonight, it seemed like every other dinner you had had, but one thing threw you off. The two primos kept looking at each other, then at you, smiling. Occasionally Mirabel would giggle, and he'd glow a little red. Similar to when you had first met the family, it seemed she was teasing him about you, so you didn't look much further than that.
As everyone finished clearing the dinner table, and quickly washing up, they all sat down for the new story these two had dreamed up.
The two disappeared from the room giggling for a few moments before returning, with a box of supplies a guitar, and an accordion.
Camilo stepped up dramatically as he always did when introducing the show.
"Wonderful guests. Today, we have a very special show for you. A story about heroic knights," he runs behind the family now, with large exaggerated movements. "Adventure!" Mirabel strums the guitar more intensely "Fear!" He shifts into a cloaked figure, and creeps around. "And magic!" He says, as himself again, now behind you, one arm across your shoulder and one swooping in the air.
"Now. On with the show!"
The lights flip off, then back on, with a hooded figure standing in the middle of the room.
"Long ago, in a far off land, there was a well known hero." Mirabel starts narrating "This hero didn't go by a name, for no one knew their true name. However, there was one name attached to this mysterious person. El héroe de la noche." She continued on.
As the story continued, they saw appearances from each member of la familia Madrigal. From the baker, who appeared to be Camilos' father, to the heros' side kick, 'Lilá' who took the appearance of Luisa.
"-as the people of the town cowered in fear, the beautiful girl approached the beast." Camilo Narrated, now taking you're own appearance. This was the first time you'd been included in these shows as more than just a filler character. It was weird, and yet made you feel warm inside. Not only were you now part of this long standing family tradition, but the hero of the story.
Across from him, his prima also stood, with a goofy mask on, holding a comically large sword, taking on the role of the horrific creature terrorizing the people.
"She spoke sternly to the creature. 'leave these innocent people, or I'll be forced to send you back home.'" he quickly switched to mimicking your voice when saying your lines.
"What are you going to do, little girl??" Scowled the costumed Mirabel.
"The girl pulls out a familiar ruana, slipping it on and pulling up the hood" he copies these actions, and it's clear just who the woman was all along.
"El héroe de la Noche?!" Yells the creature.
"Sí, it's me. And for the sake of these people, I give up my identity. Now stand down, or face your doom."
The two then engage in a duel, before the creature is fell.
After praise is given to the hero, the two young actors finally take their bows as the family claps.
The family goes up, laughing and joking about the story, complimenting the two. You stand off to the side a little, smiling goofily, still s bit stunned after seeing yourself in one of the stories.
"Ay!" Says Félix, putting an arm around you "Welcome to the family, y/n! Mi hijo is growing up so fast, already head over heels for such a wonderful girl. Gracias!" He's now pulled you into s full embrace.
"For what? And souldn't I be thanking you?" You laugh.
"For making him so happy of course!" Brushing off the last comment, he finally lets go, and you notice behind him a blushing Camilo.
He quickly notices his son, smiles, and gives him a thumbs up before rushing off to his wife.
"What a fun story tonight, mi amor."
"My favorite part of the whole thing was El héroe de la Noche." He says, quickly shifting into this version of you, then back.
"Oh? Why's that?"
"Well. She's strong. And heroic. She's funny. And muy bonita. And she's you." He smiles, now taking your hands.
"She's not really me though, she's just a character."
"Of course you're her, I wrote her based on you after all. You're like my own personal hero. You inspire me, and protect me. You may not fight off monsters with your sword, and save hundreds of people, but you still do so much for me, and everyone else." He says, running a hand across your cheek, before pulling you in, whispering: "Mi flor, eres mi héroe y mi todo, te quiero."
"Te quiero, Camilo. Gracias."
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- I might edit this later, I haven't really combed through with fresh eyes since I wrote it, and it may need it. Thanks you reading it anyway :) I hope you enjoyed.
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veethewriter · a day ago
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Hey there! I was wondering If I could request some Camilo Madrigal x Male Reader Headcanons on Camilo realizing that he's falling in love with a guy and not knowing what the hell he should do with his feeling until he decides to confess to the Male Reader. Thanks in advance!
Of course!
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At first camilo didn't really think what he was feeling was him loving you. More just him liking you as a friend. Well until you two started hanging out more and he realized how nervous he got around you.
That when he realized he liked you, when he did. He stopped hanging out with you so much hoping the feelings for you would just leave. He didn't know how you would react to them after all.
Once he realized they weren't going away. He had to make a plan for you to like him back (even if you already did by yourself). So he started do small things for you here and there.
Finally deciding to just tell you, he asked you to meet him by the pond/lake (the one in the movie towards the end). Once you two get there, he takes a deep breath before finally confessing his feelings for you. Hopefully you'll accept him....
Hope you like it! sorry it took me so long. I'm just now getting over being sick.
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chxwrites · a day ago
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“Progress..?” Pt 2
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Pairings: Camilo Madrigal x they/them reader except for the use of hermosa/ señora etc
genre: fluff
no warnings except quesadillas so sorry if you’re lactose intolerant /j
Masterlist pt1
small a/n, updates are irregular (fixed the missing parts! sorry about that
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As you promised, you went to La Casita for lunch the next day. You were about to knock but the doors opened themselves for you and you smiled, saying a quiet thank you as the house urged you in.
When you walked in, Dolores quickly pulled you aside.
“so….” she wiggled her eyebrows, giggling a little
“Did you have fun with mi hermano ayer en la fiesta? (With my brother yesterday at the party)”
You snorted, of course she was gonna ask that. “He’s fun company, dramatic too.” you rolled your eyes light-heartedly.
“We saw you on the tree branch with him” Isabela piped in suddenly, appearing out of nowhere, making you flinch a little.
Mirabel being the kind girl she is, came over with a glass of juice and handed you it. “I’ve never seen you talk so much at a party. Usually you’re at the sidelines, holding a drink and staring at dolores” she teased.
You took a sip of juice, looking away. “it’s nothing, jeez guys we just met, i’d admit he’s cute.. with his fluffy hair and freckles but that’s all!”
“uhuh…” Dolores nodded, unconvinced.
“alright hermosa, i won’t keep you here too long as I need to go prepare for our lunch with tía Julieta” She continued, making you choke on your drink as she stresses on the word hermosa.
“Sometimes I forget you hear everything.” You muttered, leaving the empty glass behind and wiped your mouth.
“I’ll go set the table, I think mi primo is in his room if you want to find him” Isabela chimed in, adding a wink. You groaned, looking exasperated at Mirabel while she only chuckled,
“Don’t look so done Y/n, you’ll get used to it soon enough”
‘I sure hope not…’ You thought as you heard Abuela calling everyone around for lunch. You sat next to Dolores, between her and Mirabel while Isabela and Camilo sat opposite of you all.
“Today we have a guest, Y/n who is joining us for lunch. It’s a delight to have you here with us today and I hope you enjoy the meal and company. With no further ado” Abuela raised her glass and cleared her throat. “¡Buen provecho!”
“¡Buen provecho!” rung out across the table as everyone raised their glasses. While the adults were discussing matters about the town, your side of the table was unusually quiet as you dug in.
You were having quesadillas and chicken soup, Camilo was right when he said Tia Julieta’s food was the best. You nudged Mirabel and whispered “Your mom’s an amazing cook”, she chuckled, nodding in agreement. “I know right”
Meanwhile, Camilo was trying not to stare at the way your eyes lit up, the faint dimples on your squishable cheeks when you laugh or grin at whatever Mirabel was saying.. even your voice was cute. He tried to focus on his food but it’s hard to take his eyes off of you.
He’s noticed you for months now, seeing you paint on pottery out in the yard or mixing old clay to reuse. He especially liked seeing you hum along to some songs he knows about, they became his favourite songs now and he found himself subconsciously humming them in the shower or when he’s doing chores.
“Primo!” Isabela whisper-shouted mildly annoyed. He snapped back to focus. “Si?” He frowned at his daydream being interrupted.
“You’ve been staring. hard.” She smirks.
“Have not. I’ve just been.. daydreaming. Yeah, that’s all. thinking about how good the food is” he held up his spoon, only to realise there was nothing on it and quickly put it down.
“you’re so obvious at trying to sneak glances. You’re full-on staring, not very suave now are you? Aww did mi primo get a crush now?” Isabela continued. Camilo stood up abruptly, almost making his chair fall to the ground, alerting everyone. He flushed, “i’m going to get seconds!” He exclaimed a bit too loud as he rushed to get away from the table and more specifically - isabela’s teasing.
Isabela snorted, continuing her meal. You raised an eyebrow confused but said nothing. Dolores was laughing silently next to you as she heard the whole exchange and high fived Isabela under the table.
You finished your food but wanted a bit more, “I’m going to get a few more quesadillas and check on camilo. he’s been gone for a while now”
The girls said nothing, waving you off as they engaged in small gossip.
You found Camilo back facing you next to the quesadillas as he piled food on his plate, you tapped his shoulder lightly and he turned around quickly, shapeshifting uncontrollably as he didn’t expect it was you.
“Hey uh you enjoying the food?” He cursed himself for the awkward talk but forced a confident grin.
“Yep, you were right, your Tia’s food is amazing.” You bumped his elbow, smiling reassuringly. “You’re kinda jumpy today. What’s up”
“Nothings up! Just daydreaming about food.” He cringed at his lame excuse. you weren’t gonna buy this. even he didn’t believe himself.
“okay..?” You said, unsure as you didn’t quite believe him but if he didn’t want to say it then whatever. The atmosphere was getting awkward so you jokingly shoved a piece of chicken in his mouth. “C’mon, after we’re done eating you can show me around your room”
He grinned, “Already? Not even a first date tesoro?” He said between bites of chicken.
You elbowed him lightly, “You know that’s not what I meant Camilo. And finish your food or you’ll bite your tongue”
“Damn. worth a shot I guess” He shrugs, “thought I’d get to see you flustered but guess today’s not my lucky day”
You rolled your eyes at him, ignoring his statement.
When you got back to the table, Isabela and Dolores were looking at you, a teasing look in their eyes while Mirabel shook her head at you, mouthing “I tried”.
“What took you guys so long?” Dolores started.
“Oh Dolores, you know how young love is, don’t you” Isabela laughed.
You flushed, “We were just chatting that’s all, Now hush and let me finish my meal” You kicked Isabela’s chair leg gently, looking disapprovingly at her. She shrugged it off with a sly grin.
“I’ll be at my room if you need me, gonna tend to my cactus” She left the table as the rest of the family members went on with their day while you finished the meal with Camilo. When you offered to help wash the dishes, Tía Pepa merely shooed you, telling you you’re a guest and to call her Pepa. You heard a giggle as Dolores whispered on the second floor “soon she’ll be calling her mama”.
Camilo’s ears tinged red when he heard that, he grabbed your hand, deciding to go have some peace and quiet with you in his room (and to avoid his cousins and hermana’s teasing before he blushes and embarrassed himself further)
“Now who’s the eager one?” you grinned as he tugged you to his room. He shook his head, “i’m just going along with what you said just now preciosa, would be rude to deny a guest’s request.” You laughed, “So courteous now?” He gripped your hand a bit tighter, “Haven’t i always been courteous to you?” he faked sadness in his tone, making you laugh again.
He led you to his room, opening the door and stepping aside, bowing slightly, “after you, señora” You grabbed his hand, “come on Camilo, tonto”
“whatever you want bonita” He mumbled, staring at your conjoined hands lovingly.
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after spending time in his room and being amazed at how his room can also shapeshift according to his mood, you went home before dusk as it was getting late and hugged your friends goodbye.
Before leaving, Camilo invited you to come along whenever you wanted to and you laughed, “You’re never getting rid of me now Camilo”
“Why would I want to get rid of you hermosa?” which caused you to look away, flustered, making him grin, feeling victorious. “Go before your parents kill me for making you stay after dark, you’ll be back tomorrow right..?” He asked hesitantly.
“Por supuesto (of course) Camilo, Didnt know you enjoyed my company that much '' and you walked off, the sunset highlighting your frame.
‘You have no idea how much I enjoy your company do you’ he muttered to himself, a lovesick smile on his face.
That was when he knew, he was absolutely smitten with you.
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mitsuris-wife · 2 days ago
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Heyy so I saw requests were open so if it's alright can I ask for a Camilo x reader where the reader has been needing some reminders that Camilo loves them and won't leave them anytime soon? Thank you 👉👈
Just enough Camilo x gn!reader
Word count: 803
Angst to fluff
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It was one of those days where Camilo was busy and couldn’t hang out with you. You knew he had a lot of chores to do considering that he’s a Madrigal, but it kinda made you sad. You felt like he was being really distant lately and had been avoiding you. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he had another chore to do, left to right.
You went to the river by the casita, sitting down by the water and getting out yarn and a needle. When you were stressed, you liked to knit something to calm your nerves down. You started to knit, wondering if Camilo wanted to hang out with you today. As you were thinking, bad thoughts started wandering inside your head.
You started to knit faster, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You knew he loved you but you felt like you weren’t good enough. You set down the pouch you were making and put your hands up to your face, starting to sob in them. Ever since a girl came up to Camilo and started to flirt with him right in front of you, it had made you more insecure. You felt like you weren’t as pretty/handsome as the others in the village.
You sniffled and wiped the tears away from your face, grabbing the pouch, and then heading towards your house. You tried to distract yourself from the horrid thoughts by thinking of things you and Camilo did, like the time you guys pranked Isabela and had her foaming from the mouth. You smiled at the memory and stood in front of your house.
You fixed yourself up and then opened the door, hoping to not alarm your parents of your presence. You walked to your room and flopped onto the bed. “I should talk to Camilo about how I’m feeling.” You mutter under your breath, continuing to work on the pouch you were making. It was yellow, like Camilo’s ruana and had little chameleons on it. You were sure he would love it since it looked like his ruana (which he loves dearly).
As time passed, you got ready for bed. “I hope this goes well” you whisper to yourself, praying that you were just overthinking everything. You turned your lamp off and laid on your side. It’ll be fine.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫
As you got up and stretched, you hurried to get your clothes on. You were finally going to tell Camilo how you were feeling. You bid your parents goodbye and ran out the house towards casita, bumping into people on the way. You saw him walk out the house and spot you, a smile immediately forming on his face. God you loved his smile. “Hey.. camilo.., I gotta..talk..to you.. about.. something.” You pant out grabbing his wrist and walking towards the river you were at yesterday.
“Is that so? What do you wanna talk about, I’m all ears.” He says, letting you drag him to wherever you guys were going. When you guys made it to the place, you sat down and patted the empty spot next to you, beckoning him to sit down. He did as you said and sat down. You looked him in the eyes, not knowing what to say and you awkwardly bit your bottom lip as he stared at you in a worried manner. “You ok love?” He asked, taking your right cheek in his hand.
“Well…I’ve been wanting to tell you that I feel like you’re distancing yourself away from me. I know you have a lot of chores, but I feel like I’m not good enough for you. Not pretty/handsome like the other kids in the village. I feel like I’m not worth your time Camilo.” You mumble out, not wanting the tears that were stinging your eyes to fall out in front of him.
You guys sat there in silence, the tears falling from your eyes. You felt him pull you closer to him and wipe the tears from your face with his thumbs. You looked up to see him staring at you, love and a little bit of sadness in his eyes. “I’m so sorry I’ve made you feel like this. I love you so much y/n and I’ll keep on saying this till the day I die. You’re good enough and you’re perfect just the way you are my love. You mean the world to me.” He says, grabbing your cheeks and pulling your forehead closer to his so he could kiss it.
You buried your head into his chest and hugged him. He hugged you back, laying down onto the patch of grass and stroked your face, whispering everything he loved about you.
Damn you loved this boy so much.
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goddesslilithmoriarty · 2 days ago
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Pooping buckets of sweets cuz of this story 💩🍰💛
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lovesgnf · 2 days ago
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˗ˏˋ MIDNIGHT! ´ˎ˗
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ IN WHICH: Two strangers meet at a hill, trying to get their minds off things, so they decide to get to know each other.
·˚ ༘Disclaimer: In this imagine dolores is not dating/with Mariano, Isabela is :)
˚ · . Dolores Madrigal x fem!reader.
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Y/n shifted on her bed, trying to find a somewhat comfortable sleeping position but just groaned in stress as she realized this was one of those nights that just weren’t for sleeping. 
She shoved her face in her silk pillow but an idea popped up in her mind. What if she went out for a walk until the sunrise? What could happen? Plus, she knows the perfect spot for times like this.
She got up from her bed, observing her closet and looking for a basic jacket. Once she found it she threw it on quickly, i mean it’s not like she was in a hurry… she was just eager to lay down in the grass and stare at the stars, maybe she could clear all the overwhelming thoughts that piled up in her brain.
As Y/n was jumping out her window sneakily, Dolores was in her room choking back sobs as tear drops fell from her shiny eyes. She felt so lonely and felt as if people only used her to get information or secrets about others. It was exhausting and nobody cared to ask if she was okay. Her ears are sore most of the time and not even her family asked about it.
Dolores wiped the tears that were dropping like shooting stars with her wrist and sighed. She ached and swelled in a hundred places, but mostly in the middle of her kind heart. She sat up and pat her red pajama dress. “What do i do with all this pain swelling up inside me? Somebody tell me.” She talked to herself but jumped in fear when casita slammed her window open. She furrowed her brows at casita. “I’m not going out” She simply said but casita moved the floor tiles and put dolores’ slippers in front of her feet.
“Hmph, fine. Maybe this is a sign from the universe” She hummed and stood up, slipping the fluffy vibrant colored slippers and walking towards the open window. The cold breeze hitting her face causing goosebumps to form on her skin. She closed her eyes and jumped out, falling on the grass. “Ow..” She mumbled.
When one is lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind, or the rain, or splashes into the cold river, or pushes through the ice cold crusted snow. Anything that touches. Y/n found herself going up the grassy hill, touching every flower she saw. The tulips, sunflowers, roses, every single one. She pulled a big pink rose from the ground and put it in her hair. The color accompanying her features very well, making the flower glow against her h/c locks.
She smiled and twirled, as she reached the top of the small hill, her eyes glanced down to the beautiful river behind the hill. She threw herself on the grass, laying down facing the stars. Since she was on a hill she could see the stars better and brighter. As she laid there she began to hum a song.
Dolores had no idea where she was going, she just walked. walked and explored the villages details like she hasn’t gone outside for years. The night sky looked so beautiful above her. She smiled at the sight of the glowing full moons light. She came across a small tall hill and shrugged as she walked up. She gasped at the field of flowers on the hill but her ears perked up at the sound of angelic hums near by.
The wide eyed girl got frightened but ignored the fear and bravely walked more rapidly up the mini mountain. When she reached the top she gasped for air. “Hmph” Dolores squeaked when her eyes widened at the sight of a pretty e/c eyed girl with a pink flower in her h/c hair. The humming girl jumped up at the high pitched squeak that came out of the curly haired.
“What the-” Y/n started but dolores interrupted her hurriedly. “I’m sorry for interrupting, i was just walking and i saw this hill and i didn’t want to stop walking because i’m so stressed, i feel so drowsy so i went up it and then i heard your pretty voice but i ignored it and kept walking but-” Dolores ranted as tears started welling up in her doe eyes while she spoke.
Y/n slightly titled her head at the stressed out stranger in confusion and guilt. She got up and walked over to her. “It’s okay, calm down and breathe. It’s all okay, i actually came here for kinda the same reason” Y/n comforted the sad girl with a pat on her shoulder. Dolores’ lips trembled as she felt the urge to cry onto the sweet girls shoulder. Finally, a person who cared. Even though she was a stranger.
“Thank you..” Dolores mumbled quietly at the smiling girl who sat down. Y/n sat on the grass and patted down on the space next to her, signaling to the stranger to sit besides her. Dolores was in shock that this unknown girl was so sweet to her.
Dolores sat down as Y/n spoke up. “So, what’s been on your mind, desconocida linda?” (pretty stranger) She questioned with a grin. Dolores blushed at the pet name but ignored the warm feeling and answered. “Well, i dont really know i’ve just been feeling so… empty. People only want me for telling them about other people. It’s like they only want me for my power and not just… for me.” Dolores vented with her head down.
“Power? Wait- Are you that madrigal who can hear from far away?” Y/n widened her eyes as she realized who was this pretty stranger she was talking to really was. Dolores sighed, “Yes” She replied. “Oh, well i’ll tell you something, linda. It may seem that people only want you to specific things but trust me, i bet your family loves you for who you really are. And more people too! You seem amazing” Y/n gave the flustered girl a toothy grin.
“Thank you, you’re such a sweetheart. By the way, What’s your name?” Dolores asked as she looked into her e/c orbs. “Y/n. But i prefer you call me your amada” Y/n winked as she did a bad attempt as flirting. Dolores giggled with a hand covering her mouth. “I’m dolores, mi amada” She teased, rolling her eyes at the pretty strangers flirting.
Now it was Y/n’s time to hide her blushing pink face. “So… How come i’ve never seen you around the village?” Dolores questioned Y/n. “Well, i don’t really like going outside and interacting with people. But for some reason, i feel open with you, desconocida” Y/n sighed, feeling the flower in her hair fall slowly.
Dolores noticed and fixed it for her before she could, their hands met and they both flushed red. “And how old are you?” Y/n asked, breaking the growing tension between them. “21 but i feel 40” Dolores answered with a groan. Y/n laughed and nodded. “Same” she looked up at the moon and sighed.
They talked and gossiped for hours. laughed and ranted until they saw the dark sky fade to lighter pastel shades. They both glared at the beauty of the sun rising. “Ah, well now you’re not a desconocida anymore” Y/n looked besides her to glance at the doll faced girl with a smile. Dolores nodded and stared at Y/n’s facial features. Y/n’s smiles faded as she did the same.
She noticed how her red tinted lips were plumped, her lashes were dark and long, and her light freckles splattered all over her rose pink cheeks. Even though they met a couple hours ago, they both felt their hearts warm up at the sound of the others soft voice speak.
So slowly, she leaned in to her. She smelled of bergamot and soap, of sunshine and sugar. They were both so so lost. They felt insane for falling for someone so quickly but it just felt right. They pulled away as they heard footsteps behind them. Dolores looked back to see her brother with a teasing smirk on his face.
Her already widened eyes widened even more. “Oh no” Dolores squeaked with shock. Y/n sat there with furrowed brows as she looked down she saw her hands connected with hers. She chuckled nervously and got up.
“Well, i gotta go! I’ll see you later dolores!” She said nervously and ran off to the wrong direction in panic.
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caramellahoney · 2 days ago
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"The day hell freezes over."
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pairings: Camilo Madrigal x FEM! Reader
genre: flufff
warning/s: two guys fighting over you ahah - no proofread btw
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He was in love. Camilo’s smile grew, his gaze growing soft as he followed her form that ascended down the stairs. Y/N's gaze was downcast, expression bashful as she felt slightly uncomfortable with the intense stares set on her. She scanned the crowd for a familiar head of curly hair, immediately finding the warm green eyes she spent hours staring at. Camilo smiled at her and she smiled back, finding solace in their shared gaze. Eventually, she had to look away- taking the hand of her mother who was waiting at the foot of the stairs.
“Today is my daughter’s 16th birthday, I would like to thank everyone for coming...” The older woman’s voice drowned out in Camilo’s head as his attention was solely focused on Y/N. He took a step forward, eager for the speech to end so he could finally approach her.
“I suggest you step back, amigo. Wouldn’t want you to get in the way.” A voice spoke, tone sugar-sweet. Camilo’s eyes met with a familiar annoying shade of brown and he scowled, Santiago De Leon.
He had moved to the village last month, his family possessing magical powers like the Madrigals. Camilo would've welcomed him with open arms if it weren't for the fact that he's been making moves on Y/N. Santiago caught his pissed-off expression and let a smug grin spread across his face. The Spaniard adjusted the bouquet of flowers in his hands, paying no mind to the Madrigal beside him.
“Get in the way of what? You and the exit? I don’t get why you keep trying. She’s my best friend, not yours.” Camilo snarled, crossing his arms as he narrowed his eyes at the bouquet of flowers in Santiago's hands. The teen just snorted and turned to Camilo, staring him down.
“Si. She just sees you as her ‘best friend’. Guess that gives me a better chance.” Camilo choked on his breath, stuttering and stumbling on his words. Santiago eyed him carefully, taking a step closer towards the Afro-Latino boy. He patted Camilo’s back and threw an arm around the boy’s shoulder.
“Sometimes people value friendship more than anything. If you’re not careful, your relationship with her will crash and burn. In a split second, poof. Gone.” Santiago leaned down close to Camilo’s face, waving his hands in the air as he spoke in a hushed tone. The Spaniard faked a sympathetic expression, rubbing Camilo’s arm before pushing the Madrigal away; dropping the act and laughing arrogantly.
“Perhaps the truth holds too much weight.”
“You-” Camilo bit his tongue and grit his teeth. ‘Keep calm- he’s trying to get on your nerves.’ Camilo shut his eyes and took a deep breath to compose himself. He turned back and sent the boy a strained grin, gripping the edges of his ruana tightly. If Santiago thinks he was just going to stand by and let him steal his girl away, he was dead wrong. Camilo grumbled a quiet “Cabrón.” under his breath, sending the boy a side-glare.
“Relax, mi amigo. Just lend me your ear. Let’s stay out of each other’s way and let her decide.” Santiago spoke as he waved a hand in the air dismissively. Camilo stilled, he let his mouth quirk ever so slightly, certainly not a smile, but it was awfully close. He stared at Santiago, a glint of something mischievous and dangerous in his eyes.
“I hate to tell you this but your fantasies just won’t happen. You do however have yourself a deal amigo.” Camilo raised his hand, flicking it upward ever so slightly. Santiago hummed and gripped the shapeshifter’s hand tight, shaking it firmly.
“Looks like you have yourself some competition.” Santiago muttered as he quickly retreated his hand. The Spaniards face twisted into one of disgust as he wiped his hand on his pants. Camilo mirrored his expression, competition? This bastardo arrogante.
“The day you get a chance with her is the day hell freezes over. All I have in my way is a loudmouthed obstacle.” Camilo felt a smug smirk spread on his lips when the sweet voice of his best friend called for his name. She smiled brightly at him and waved her hand to usher him over.
Camilo grinned and walked towards her, his feet stumbling as he rushed to her side. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes as his knees buckled when she laughed brightly at him. Santiago glared at his form, eyes burning holes in the back of the Colombian boy’s head.
"The day hell freezes over huh? Alright." Santiago smirked, drumming his fingers against his thigh. He lifted his hand and snapped his fingers, an orange flame forming in his palm.
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camiloenthusiast · 18 hours ago
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A Lovely Day for a Visit
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Summary: Camilo visits you for the first time in years now, finally ready to face you once again
C.W: Definitely angst, Referenced death, and Camilo has like 2 breakdowns, also mentions of a tombstone (please correct me if that’s not compliant with cultural standards) maybe just a little bit of fluff
Pseudo-part 2 to this fic: Waking to a Nightmare
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Under your favourite tree, with the cool wind biting his cheeks, Camilo stood frozen. Your name slipped past his lips, escaping in a whispery breath as he held tightly the bouquet in his hands. Your favourite colours came mingled with his; yellow and yours wrapped in a bow like a gift. He feels his palms sweat even under the shade of the tree; his heart beating too fast, too quickly.
“I’m… sorry, I took so long to visit,” He starts, voice cracking under pressure. You don’t respond, but he doesn’t expect you to. Instead, the image of your smile, warm as ever, invades his mind and wraps around his heart, bittersweet. He doesn’t dare look up.
Hesitantly, he sits on the patch of grass in front of you, pulling his ruana out of the way. He looks the same even after all these years; yellow ruana, dark brownish-red curls and warm freckled cheeks all framed in his unfading boyish youth. He wonders if you’d notice the years bagging under his eyes. He wipes at them as exhaustion weighs his heart and lungs, as if trying to erase years of heartache.
He doesn’t look up at you at first, not when he’s the closest he’s been to you in so long; not when your eyes won’t meet his. So he looks away, to the tree behind you, to the sky just above, all clear and cheery. He looks away and he breathes (in and out, in and out).
His lungs hurt, air too loose with every breath, and he had half the mind to make a joke— to make something out of this situation that wasn’t heavy and serious— but found himself stopping short. He could almost see you smiling at him, could almost feel the way you’d reach your hand out and cup his cheek.
You wouldn’t want him to lie to you, to fake a smile for your sake, and you don’t deserve to be lied to either. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to think— to feel— when all he can think of is what could’ve been.
“So tell me what has been,” your voice echoes in his mind, kind as ever, “Tell me what has been, mi amor. Tell me what’s happening now.”
He breathes, in and out, quickly, unsteadily. He breathes and it hurts his stomach, stings his eyes— but he breathes.
“Antonio got his gift, mi vida,” he finally started, pushing the words out of his throat. It was like a dam had been broken, and every single word he’d ever wanted to say to you; every single emotion he’d ever felt came out rushing out. “He told me to ask you if you’d be proud of him.”
Antonio’s gift ceremony, the incident with the magic — the candle going out— the rebuilding of his family; it all came, stumbling and shaking, and wracking his whole heart with grief.
“…He misses you—“ he chokes, shoulders sagging and trembling as he pulled harshly on his ruana “— he still asks where you are sometimes… and I… I don’t have the heart to tell him.”
He stops at the thought, hiccups for air, choking on his words as he thinks of Antonio— his little brother with his bright, curious eyes— and how you would have been so so proud of him for his gift. It hurts to know you’ll never get to see them all grow; that you’ll never grow with them.
Then he breathes again, and he talks about how his mamá never takes off the bracelet you gave her; how his papá never takes his off either, a silent homage in their golden colours. He talks about how Dolores sometimes whispers your name on your birthday to him like a reminder (as if scared they’d both forget), or how Mirabel has a box of gifts you’ll never receive, tucked away under her bed with letters that will never reach you. He talks, he cries, and sometimes he chokes on the words bubbling up his throat, but he is honest.
“I miss you,” he admits, hiccuping, with his hands trembling as he desperately kept wiping his tears away, “I— I think of you still, every day. I think of every time… every time you smiled at me— and, I…
“I think of what it was like when it didn’t hurt to love you… When I could wake up and know that you’re here, mi vida— I want to wake up from this. This isn’t—“
And now he does look up— desperation rushing through his veins as he gathers the grass in his fists— to your name etched lovingly into stone. His breath hitches, his heart banging against his ribs as he holds onto the grass so tightly he rips it out.
“This isn’t real,” He laughs bitterly, voice straining and squeezing in his throat as he brings his dirtied hands to his temples. “Please this can’t be real.”
He falls forward, arms around your name, hair pressed against stone. His sobs slowly quiet as exhaustion and heartbreak settle into a heavy lump in his lungs. When he has calmed enough, he shifts ever so slightly, lying down just below your tombstone. The sun warms his cheek, beckons him again to breathe— and he does.
In and out (like you used to), in and out (like you never will again.
“Te amo, mi Camilo. Te amo,” He could almost hear you whisper, your voice distant as the breeze as it was wracked with guilt. He wants to grab it, etch it into his mind so that he’d never forget, but the exhaustion pulls at him, tears drying on his cheeks.
The bouquet lay forgotten somewhere near, bright and blooming in the sunlight, lost in the hurricane of his emotions.
He could barely see through his tears, blocking the world like a broken telescope with shattered lenses.
But instead what he could see was you— blurred and marred and undefined colours standing— haunting him with a loving smile.
“Come back… please,” He’s barely able to whisper, feeling the sun on his skin.
And blearily, he sees you in his mind’s eye— warm hand on his cheek— just as bright as you were when he last saw you.
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A/N: Angst attempt no. 2 @thatoneghostband asked me to tag her so :]] I promise more fluff later!!! I just want to practice my angst and get better!!! And what better way than to hurt the scrunkles
ALSO: I AM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN DOING MY REQUESTS I caught covid and only managed to post this as it had been sitting in my drafts for long enough that I could work through it bit by bit :( I promise I’ll be posting more of the requests soon, I just to work on them a bit more!! Thank you all so much for your patience!!
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amateurasterism · a day ago
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Heyyyy💜💜
Can I request a short fanfic of Camilo and his S/O on their birthday?
feliz cumpleanos
camilo madrigal x gn!reader
summary: camilo gives his significant other the best birthday presents they could’ve asked for
notes: first request!! 18+ dni
song: hey lover! by wabie
word count: 581
“Make a wish, mi amor!”
Camilo smiles as he watches his significant other blow out their birthday candle. The crowd surrounding you cheers, lining up as your prepare to cut your cake.
The whole day, you had journeyed outside of Encanto with your family, visiting close relatives who lived outside of town. Whilst you had done that, Camilo had spent the day frantically preparing a surprise birthday party for you. Of course, the Madrigals were very supportive of this, and they were all in to help Camilo surprise his partner. Throughout the day, Casita had been set up for the party, and residents of Encanto gathered in the foyer. The surprise party had worked; they had successfully surprised you and Camilo could tell you enjoyed the party.
Nonetheless, it was still a long day and you were beginning to feel the fatigue after all the partying and socialzing. You and Camilo were dancing when you decided you couldn’t take the drearyness anymore.
“‘Milo..” you pulled Camilo closer in the dance and buried your head in his shoulder, shutting your eyes.
Camilo bent down to meet your eyes, concern etched in his brow, “Is everything okay, mi amor? Do you not like the party? I can tell everyone to leave now.”
You shook your head and pressed deeper into the crook of Camilo’s neck. “No, no, I loved the party. I appreciate how hard you’ve worked for it. I’m just tired, is all. Do you think people would mind if we spent the rest of the night in your room?”
“Aww, mi pareja is tired? Or do you just want kisses in bed?” Camilo teased, dipping you easily as the song you were dancing to ended. Mid-dip, Camilo gave you a doting kiss. He then picked you up, hoisting his arm under your legs and around your waist.
“You idiot,” you grin and turn red under the portion of Camilo’s curls that cover your face.
“But I’m your idiot, and you love me.”
“Shut up, ‘Milo.”
Camilo knew Dolores would do him the favor of telling his family that you two would be upstairs sleeping, so he was sure there would be no disturbances. Camilo slipped inside his room, gently threw you on his bed and crawled under the sheets next to you so that you were facing his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed rapid kisses to your forehead.
“Camilo!” you yell quietly, letting out a laugh through your drooping eyes.
“Consider this an extra birthday gift,” Camilo said lazily. You could tell by his tone of voice he was tired as well and he was grateful you had asked to go to sleep early. He continued to place more kisses on your face, moving from your forehead to your cheekbones.
“Ay, you’ve already given me so many gifts,” you shut your eyes to sleep but continue to smile. “The surprise party, the handmade scarf that matches your rauna, three bouquets of flowers, the basket of my favorite foods, the necklace with my name on it, the ring… And not to mention the many other kisses you called ‘extra birthday gifts’.”
“But you deserve it, Y/N,” the shapeshifter places a final lengthened kiss to your lips and closes his eyes. “Te amo muchísimo.”
“I love you more.”
“Imposible.”
You both lay in a solaced silence, and just before you feel yourself fall asleep, you hear Camilo whisper one last thing.
“Feliz cumpleanos, mi amor.”
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camilomarrymegal · a day ago
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shoot, idk where it went but to anon who asked for the journal of nice things, here you go!
summary (since the thing deleted): y/n has a journal they write nice things in regarding the madrigal family. one day, camilo and mirabel find the notebook and notices that y/n doesn’t have any good things about themselves in it, so they get the whole family to write nice things about y/n.
i gave y/n gender neutral pronouns, no romantic stuff but really sweet friendship between y/n and the madrigals. i also think i changed it up a bit, but i hope you like it anyways!
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it was a sunny day, a nice day to hangout. camilo and mirabel set out early that morning to look for y/n and invite them to go hiking in the woods surrounding encanto. knocking on the door to y/n’s house, then walked in (you all established that it’s okay to come in as long as you knock first). looking around, they noticed the kitchen was empty.
“y/n?” mirabel called. camilo repeated her, making a bee-line to the basket of fruits y/n always had laying on the table. mirabel followed him, giving him a firm hit on the shoulder. camilo yelped. 
“i just wanted to look at them.” he looked away innocently. mirabel headed toward y/n’s room, knocking on the door before it slowly swung open. she peered inside as camilo walked up beside her. 
“this is freaky.” he said aloud. mirabel shrugged.
“it’s y/n’s house, the only scary thing in here would be the jokes you make.” camilo gasped, knowing that this meant his wonderous jokes were bad. mirabel chuckled, walking to y/n’s bed. she noticed a leather book sitting on the end of the bed. she picked it up, opening to the inside thinking it was an actual book.
she realized that the words were all hand-written. by y/n. she noticed at the top of the page in big words was the name “camilo”. below it, in smaller font, were positive notes that relayed y/n’s opinion of camilo and the nice things he does. mirabel chuckled as camilo stepped over to read it too.
“aww, how sweet. i guess i’m the favorite.” he sighed dramatically. mirabel turned the page. now it was her name and tributes of hers that were carefully written. the next page was pepa, then félix, everyone had their own positive things. she got to the end and saw in small font “y/n”. under it, there was no positive remarks. just the dull blankness of the paper. 
“camilo, are you thinking what i’m thinking?” mirabel looked at him, eyes stern.
“if you mean you’re also thinking about what’s for dinner then, yes.” mirabel playfully elbowed camilo. he chuckled.
“okay, yes, yes i am.” mirabel smiled and they both ran out of the house. they ran all the way back to casita, racing along the way. they got back to casita, huffing with exhaustion but they had to keep going. they stormed in on everyone eating lunch, including y/n. mirabel quickly hid the notebook behind her back and smiled.
“oh, y/n! we were just by your house looking for you.” she elbowed camilo.
“y-yeah! we didn’t see you so we came back here. we got to go uh do something real quick though. it’s for uh hiking!” mirabel and camilo ran away, being freed from the suspicious glances at the table.
y/n looked to dolores who was sitting left of her. “what was that about?” 
dolores shrugged and kept eating. meanwhile, camilo was whispering to dolores from his room about their plan. project confidence! after lunch, y/n said their momentary farewells, they had to go home and change to go hiking with camilo as they had asked before they left. 
as soon as y/n left, mirabel turned to face the rest of the family, dolores being the gatherer of them. 
“what’s this all about?” abuela asked. camilo quickly explained y/n’s journal, the rest of the family exchanging glances. they all nodded and proceeded with camilo’s idea. one by one they wrote in the notebook under y/n’s name. positive things about them, their favorite thing they said, etc.
when y/n came back about an hour later, they were met with a loud greeting. 
(here is where it transitions into your pov!)
you jumped back, laughing in shock after you saw the madrigals standing inside. you walked in smirking.
“are you all going hiking too? you don’t look very well prepared.” she laughed as she looked at camilo, who had changed into his slippers as a joke to make you laugh. 
“actually, we want to show you something first.” mirabel led you to the kitchen where you saw a familiar notebook on the table. your eyes grew wide as you realized what they found.
“about this-” you started, but luisa, who was standing next to you, cut you off with a finger to the lips. you couldn’t help but giggle at the silly serious look on her face, her eyes as wide as they can go.
“just look.” she said. mirabel opened the book to the last page. you gazed in shock as you noticed the once blank page now filled with positive things about... you. you rushed forward, reading the notes everyone had written and signed.
“your giggle makes my day”, “you’re always willing to help”, “you have much more courage than you think”, it was filled to the brim by positive notes! you’re eyes started to swell. you had recently been feeling as though you weren’t enough no matter what people say or how hard you try. this had really proved to you that they did care and they do see you as an amazing person, no doubt. 
you turned and hugged them all, one big, happy hug.
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i hope you liked it! i thought this was a sweet idea. also, sorry but again, this is not proof-read! sorry for any typos or wrong pronouns. 
anyways, if you are insecure about yourself, truly just know that you are great and no matter what you will be loved and accepted and appreciated by others. <3
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secret-ssociety · a month ago
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Hihi!!! Can I request Camilo x reader where reader is touched starve but afraid to ask Camilo like hugs and holding hands? ALSO ALSO HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON
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Pairing(s): Camilo Madrigal x reader
Warnings: maybe a little angst, touch starvation and anxiety, small injury
A/N: You didn't specify anything about the gender so I made it neutral. I hope it's what you had in mind <3
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His hand was right there, you could easily grab it and appease the cold trembling on your own, but his whole family was right there, they would see if you did, what if he got embarrassed and let it go?
You two had been dating for a few weeks already and it had quickly became a routine for you to have breakfast with the Madrigals and then shadow Camilo most of the day, but as comfortable as you had grown around each other, you still couldn't work up the courage to express your affection to him the way you so badly wanted to.
Maybe it was fear of appearing clingy, or maybe it was simply something you weren't used to. Hugs, kisses or anything of the sort weren't common around your house, they were limited to congratulations given on birthdays or other celebrations on the most awkward way.
For Camilo those actions came so easily, he could cradle your face and graze your fingers without getting dizzy in over thoughts. He was so natural with it and yet you so desperately wanted more.
"Amor," Camilo called, pulling you out of your thoughts by putting his hand on your shoulder. Everyone was standing up from the table, "we have to go."
You nodded, leaving your napkin back on the table and trying not to think of the warmth that irradiated from his hand. He walked to the village with you trailing behind, your eyes once again set on his hand that moved back and forward.
It wasn't always like that, you weren't constantly craving for his touch like you were that day, most of the time you were perfectly content just having him close, but sometimes you woke up with an insatiable thirst for those moments when he layed sprawled on the grass and pulled you on top of him to cuddle. Those moments you weren't brave enough to ask for.
Submerged in a comfortable silence, you two made your way to the Gonzalez' house, a young couple who had recently had a baby and were completely exhausted, as it often happens with first time parents. Luckily for them, Camilo and you were the two most reliable babysitters in Encanto and you had no issue with having the baby for a couple hours so they could have some rest.
With a blanket, you secured the baby to Camilo's chest, making sure she was comfortable and protected from the sun, and tried not to blush at the way he gazed upon you as you did.
He liked looking at you, he wasn't too shy to admit it, he liked the frown on your face when you were focused and your expression when you were lost in thought. He knew the exact number of freckles on your face and the particular curl of your eyelashes, he knew where to find the tiny scar on your eyebrow from when you were little and had memorized the shape of your Cupid's bow. God, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Slowly, almost timidly, he brought a hand up to your face and moved a strand of hair out of your forehead. That's exactly what you meant, his caresses were so effortless and yet they made all the air escape from your lungs. Camilo never said it out loud, fearing that it would make you stop, but he adored the way you leaned into his touch.
Contraire to your nervous assumptions, he loved touching you, everything from grazing your hand when he walked beside you to cuddling with you at night before you went home, he lived for every hug, every kiss, every waking moment when he could hold your hand.
What troubled his mind was the thought that you didn't like to be touched, or maybe not as much as he wanted to do it. You never seemed to respond badly to his caresses, but you never initiated those moments and honestly he preferred to control his urges than to accidentally trespass your personal space.
Once the baby was settled against Camilo, you both started to go wherever he was needed. Most days went by like that, you two babysitting one or two kids together while you trailed behind him to wherever he needed to go and tried to make yourself useful.
"I think she's hungry," you said when the baby started crying, growing more loud by the second despite of Camilo's coos.
"Maybe she's sick of being around you," he suggested mockingly.
"Oh, she's tied to your chest, but she's sick of being around me," you responded in the same tone.
"You're right," he nodded while still rocking the baby, "she's tired of me, so you should carry her instead."
"You could've just said you were tired, lazy," you mocked while, carefully, removing the baby from the blanket around your boyfriend, shyly grazing his chest in the process.
The baby kept crying as you walked back to casa Madrigal to make her a bottle, while you gently rocked her trying to sooth her in the meantime. Camilo stared at you the whole way, making sure you didn't trip over anything, that the sun didn't sting on your eyes.
Once in the kitchen, you both settled the baby on the dinner table, on top of the blanket and Camilo's ruana. He entertained her while you warmed the milk and the bottle, trying not to get distracted by the way Camilo talked to the baby and she somehow responded in gibberish baby talk.
But your efforts were unsuccessful.
You looked at him tickle the baby's tummy as you blindly reached out to grab the pot, placing your hand right on the hot metal instead of the handle, "ah!" You cried out, making Camilo turn into you in the initial shock and then jumping towards you.
"What happened? Let me see."
You pulled your red hand out of his reach, hiding the painful grimace on your face and the tears welling up in your eyes.
"Amor."
You held your hand close to your chest, it wasn't your intention to push Camilo away but your first instinct was to stop his comforting of your injury.
"Y/N, amor..." he called again, placing a hand on your arm.
"Leave me alone, Camilo!"
He stood silent for a good second, even the baby had stopped wailing for a moment. You had your back turned against him, with anger tears coming down your cheeks quietly and he feared he had broken the rule he had set himself when it came to touching you.
Still, he knew you well enough to know it wasn't him you were mad at for having gotten hurt, but at yourself, so he decided not to surpass your boundaries anymore. Instead, he filled a bowl with cold water for you to submerge your hand into, which you did without complaining.
It was a long while until he worked up the courage to approach you again, after he fed the baby and put her down to sleep in the same place on the table. This time you didn't squirm away from his touch when he grabbed your arm to have you turn around in his direction.
You avoided his eyes, but they were too busy inspecting the burn. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad, the cold water had done wonders to it. He looked into your face, the tear stained cheeks and the obvious pain you had suffered, and decided to taunt his fate once more.
Softly, he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on the inside of your wrist. Once he felt you leaning into it, the way he loved so much, he traveled his kisses up to your face. He erased the path of your tears with his lips, making your breath hitch.
Camilo wrapped an arm around you, embracing you softly, and you happily melted into him, hiding your face in his chest as you whimpered softly and the tears came back to your eyes. Upon seeing your reaction, he wondered if maybe you liked his touch more than you let on, so he simply held you against him for as long as you allowed him to.
"Can we do this more often?" You were brave enough to ask, referring to the hug and the kisses.
Camilo smiled, for your question was an answer to his prayers.
"Yes, mi vida."
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jensrose · 23 days ago
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confession.
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❝ Camilo wants to kick himself. He’s not usually so tongue-tied. You just have that effect on him, he supposes. ❞
pairing :: camilo madrigal x fem!reader
genre :: fluff, best friends to lovers!au
wc :: 1k
warnings :: none, except it’s slightly out of character?
notes :: tagging my fellow camilo simps, @cahiwo, @toodles-things, and @ryuflix <3
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Camilo Madrigal thinks that he could kiss you, right here, right now, and he doesn’t care about all the people who could potentially see him.
Of course, most people wouldn’t be thinking about their best friend in that way, much less thinking about their lips, but Camilo knows for a fact that he’s in love. He hasn’t told anyone - especially not you - and though he’s asked Dolores for love advice, he’s not implied anything. Hey, he said he was asking for a friend, which is totally believable and completely unquestionable, who’d ever doubt him?
He props his chin on his hand, staring at you through half-closed eyes. The evening is setting, and the sun is disappearing behind the mountains, leaving a trail of warm sienna and light pink in its wake. The city square’s tiles are rather hard underneath him, but Camilo doesn’t mind the slight ache.
He listens to you ramble about something, occasionally letting out an absent-minded hum or a small nod. He’s listening to you, he swears he is, but how is he supposed to give the words tumbling out of your mouth his undivided attention when all he can focus on is the way the sun’s setting rays reflect on your eyes, making them appear brighter than they always are?
“Camilo?” You wave your hand in front of his face. “You good?”
“Huh?”
Camilo wants to kick himself. He’s not usually so tongue-tied. You just have that effect on him, he supposes. He finds that he’s not complaining.
“You have Mirabel’s face right now.”
The boy shakes his head and reverts back to his usual appearance. He’s also not about to complain about the fact that you’re the only one with whom he finds that he loses control over his shape-shifting. Not when you’re laughing. Even if it’s at him.
“Sight for sore eyes, huh?” he says instead, grinning widely in an attempt to calm his racing heart.
“Nah, I prefer you like this anyway,” you say simply, lifting your head up to the slowly darkening sky. You pull your knees to your chest, hugging them. The basket half-full of flowers lies discarded by your feet, in between the two of you.
For reasons unknown (okay, not really unknown), Camilo pushes the basket next to him and scooches closer to you, your knees almost bumping against each other’s. He eyes the basket, his eyes softening when he sees the carefully plucked blossoms.
“Hey,” he says, “why don’t you just ask Isa to make flowers for you and sell them? It’ll make things way easier for you.”
You shrug. “It’s not the same.”
Camilo tilts his head. “How so?”
“It’s just…” You turn to look at him (Camilo ignores the way his heart starts thumping loudly in his chest). “It means something different if I’m selling something that I’ve worked hard for, you know? I’m sure Isabela wouldn’t mind making flowers for me, but I couldn’t ask her to. It’s my hard work that I wanna get paid for, not someone else’s.”
Camilo Madrigal is sure that if he wasn’t already head over heels for you, he’d have fallen for you right now. He also wants to kiss you, but that’s not new information.
“That’s…” he trails off, for once unable to come up with a snarky reply, “really admirable.”
You smile at him. “Not all of us were gifted with the most useful powers, you know.” Your voice is only teasing, containing no hint of malice or spite.
Camilo winks. “Of course. Nobody was gifted with good looks like me, either.”
You snort. “And yet you shape-shift into every known person in this village.”
“Well, someone’s gotta make use of their talents.”
You roll your eyes, and silence descends upon you two once more. It’s calming, comforting - Camilo thinks he prefers this silence with you than all the chaos that goes on at his home (even if he’s one of the chaos’ main perpetrators). He loves his family, but he wouldn’t mind spending the rest of his life with you.
It’s a shocking realization.
“You know, Camilo,” you begin slowly, fiddling with the ends of your sleeves, “you’re being really weird with me nowadays.”
The boy shifts in his seat. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know,” you answer him honestly. “I just feel like you’re not telling me something.”
Of course you could make out. You always do. Knowing someone since childhood would do that, he thinks. Camilo swallows.
“You don’t- you don’t have to tell me anything,” you quickly say, clasping your hands and placing them on your lap. “I mean, I’m not pushing you or anything, but, you know, I’m here if you need someone t-”
Camilo has never considered himself to be a romantic.
Yet, he reaches out for your hands and takes them in his own, squeezing them once, gently. You look at him, eyes wide and lips parted slightly.
“Y/N,” he says, his voice soft. He wonders if you can hear how loudly his heart is beating, or if you can tell that there’s blood rushing in his ears. “I really like you.”
“Yeah, I know that, stupid. That’s why we’re still friends.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh?”
“I…” he clears his throat. “I like you in a way best friends don’t.”
You’re grinning at him knowingly, a twinkle in your eyes, and that’s the only thing Camilo can comprehend, because his heart is pounding and his cheeks are burning and he’s holding your hands and-
“I like you in a way best friends don’t, too.”
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m0chaminx · 16 days ago
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Camilo Madrigal | Noticed
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Part two : Part three
Request : No
Prompt : None
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : None, cuteness, I would warn that Camilo might be slightly out of character but my boy has six minutes of screen time, not much to go off really
Probably gonna be a part 2
Paring : Camilo Madrigal x GN!reader
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : You noticed Camilo, properly
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I do not know any Spanish so I did use a lot of google translate, so if there's any mistake I apologize, just let me know ill fix it asap
Camilo Madrigal was a very hard person to miss, whether it be the antics he caused when he'd shapeshift or the way he was when looking after the kids in town, how he would be all confident and borderline cocky until he'd drop or fumble over something, and that's when you fully noticed him.
You were stopping by to give your little sister some food as she played with her friends, with, of course, Camilo watching over them. And it was when he tried to juggle the bread pieces that you caught him slip up and miss them all. He dropped the confident smile and it replaced with nervousness as he looked around to see if anyone noticed, and his eyes caught yours as you were giggling to yourself.
Quickly Camilo rushed over to you a very embarrassed look caught on his face. "You didn't see that? Right?" Camilo asked a small smile stuck on his face.
"Oh no, I totally didn't see you drop the bread. Absolutely not," You teased, a smile matching your tone. Camilo sighed a light pink blush dying the end of his nose. "I'm Y/N, by the way."
Camilo smiled properly and stood up straighter, his confidence restored, "I'm Camilo Madrigal."
"I know," You knew, of course, you knew. Who didn't know the Madrigals? But it was too cute how he introduced himself. "Well, Camilo Madrigal, I'll see you around," You smiled turning on your heel to turn in the direction of your small house. Camilo stood there completely enamored, the sun dancing on your skin, making you shine.
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The second time you noticed Camilo he was trailing behind his sister, talking about chores, or something about what his Abuela was making him do. It was obvious he was trying to convince Dolores to do his work, Dolores would decline but Camilo was stubborn. When he passed the small bread shop you were helping, he shifted in Dolores making you laugh lightly. Camilo's head snapped over to you, remembering that laugh, even through the embarrassing moment, he had a day ago. Camilo smiled and waved at you while shifting back to himself, you waved back and quickly motioned him over. Camilo didn't hesitate and immediately rushed to the stall, nearly slipping as he stumbled over a rock making his face heat up in embarrassment, again.
"You're quite clumsy, aren't you?" You said in a laugh once Camilo was close enough. Camilo brushed a hand along his face trying to wipe away the embarrassment. "Here, one for you one for Dolores." You passed Camilo two Churros, watching Camilo's eyes widen in appreciation.
"Ah, gracias," Camilo smiled motioning for the girl to come over, but she stood still with a slight smile, watching her little brother fall head over heels. "I'll bring you something next time," Camilo promised his curls bouncing with as he barely could contain his excitement of free food, from someone so pretty no less.
"No need, they had too much chocolate on them anyway," You explained, they didn't have too much chocolate, but making Camilo smile with that much excitement, was too hard to resist. "Just don't try and juggle them." Camilo laughed shaking his head lightly.
"See you around, Y/N," Camilo said with a grin before he ran back to Dolores, forgetting about bribing Dolores to do his chores, a dazed smile on his face.
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The third time you didn't notice him until Camilo noticed you. Camilo had finished his chores and ran off to the market, (in search of you but he wouldn't admit that). He had found you by the edge of the river, tubes of paint at your side as you dragged a brush across the canvas. He could see the light splashed of paint on your arms, some even blotted on your cheek, some part of him wanting to make a comment about how you were already a work of art but thinking it would be too cheesy. Camilo quickly bought a few sweet treats before walking over to you, "Hola Y/N."
You jumped slightly but smiled seeing Camilo standing beside you, the sun illuminating him making him glow, his curls shinning. "Hola Camilo," You said sweetly pushing your paints away making room for Camilo to sit. Camilo smiled wider sitting cross-legged next to you, close enough that the edges of his ruana brushing your shoulder. "Don't think I've seen you around this early."
"I uh, finished my chores early- here," Camilo held out the sweet treat, which you gladly took, your fingertips brushing against his knuckles.
"Gracias Camilo, but I thought I told you not to bring me something," You said slightly guilty but Camilo waved it off.
"It's fine, I didn't want to be the only one eating," Camilo joked, taking a bite of his food.
"Oh, so you planned this?" You teased dropping your paintbrush in the grass, watching a blush crawl up Camilo's neck, his eyes widening slightly. Camilo stuttered on his words, trying to make a coherent excuse, instead, he shifted between the baker, his sister, you and then finally back to himself. You took a bite of your sweet giggling slightly to yourself.
"I uh, didn't plan this, I was um- I saw you and I just wanted to say hi," Camilo mumbled trying to shove more of the sweet in his mouth, trying to save himself from embarrassment.
You laughed again going to speak but your father called to you, asking for your help, Camilo's shoulder dropped slightly, not wanting you to leave so soon. You sighed shoving your paints into the basket you bought. You grabbed the canvas and handed it to Camilo, "You can keep it if you like."
Camilo smiled, nodding enthusiastically gently taking the painting from your hands. Camilo smiled chewing his bottom lip to prevent himself from grinning like a madman, "Yeah, thank you Y/N, I'll take good care of it."
You smiled standing up to leave but stopped. You knelt down quickly, pressing a chaste kiss to his freckled cheek, feeling his face heat beneath your touch, "Adiós, Camilo."
Camilo stilled, stunned, mumbling a goodbye, watching you jog over to your family's stall. He turned his head to gaze into the water, that was it, he was in love.
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camilosluvr · 18 days ago
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Camilo Madrigal x Fem Reader
You and camilo are basically a copy of fèlix and pepa and everyone says it but you just don't see it(He/him pronouns for camilo and she/her pronouns for reader and some cuddle time with camilo)
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Everyone in town especially the rest of the madrigals always tells you and camilo that you two are just like pepa and fèlix but you don't see it, yeah your relationships might be a bit similar but you wouldn't exactly say that you're a copy of them how most people say.
The only similarities you and them had were, you were moody and emotional while camilo was a sweet talker that always made you feel better whenever you were upset and always kept you calm whenever you needed to be, camilo honestly could see it and didn't understand how you didn't when everyone in the town saw it.
You ran around camilo's room as you picked up his clothes "I told you many times to clean up your room 'milo." You said as you grumbled and camilo followed you around the room with his arms open, he just wanted to cuddle with you but you were trying to clean up his room "Amor...but my room is humongous! It would take forever.." He whined and you rolled your eyes at his words "It won't take you long if you actually focus on cleaning and I don't mean just throwing the clothes in your closet." You said as you stood up and camilo hugged you from the back but you pushed him away but he just stood in front of you "Amor, don't be mad...I like seeing your pretty smile more than your frown!" Camilo said as he kissed your face as he cupped your cheek.
You rolled your eyes and smiled at him "Fine but you better clean this room!" You yelled as you gave in and let camilo cuddle you "But, if you really want to cuddle then you gotta come with me to antonio's room because I promised him that I would play with him earlier." You said as you sighed and threw camilo's clothes that were in your hand into his laundry basket, camilo hummed and whined "Please stay...I'm sure toñito would understand." Camilo said and you shook your head "Nope, I can't just leave him thinking I'm gonna go..I gotta fulfill my promise." You said and camilo groaned "You sound just like my mamà." Camilo said as he hugged you tighter.
You rolled your eyes "Why does everyone say that? I'm not like pepa." You said as you put your hands on your hips, you weren't angry that people thought that of you but you were just confused on how people thought that.
You two may be emotional and moody but there was no other similarities as far as you could see "Whatever you say amor." Camilo said as he shifted into luisa and picked you up "Hey! I have to go to anton-" "Just cuddle me for a little while and then you can go." Camilo said as he dropped you on the bed and shifted back into himself as he flopped on your body "Fine but if antonio is upset, it's completely your fault." You said as you wrapped your arms around camilo and he nodded "Yes, of course corazòn." Camilo said as he snuggled his head into your abdomen.
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