#camilo imagine
caramellahoney · 2 days ago
"PART I: miracle."
pairings: Husband-Dad! Camilo x Fem! Reader
genre: ANGST!
warning/s: Abuela's trauma, gunshots, injuries, mentions of blood and wounds
A/N<3: Everyone is aged up by 12 years ; Camilo is 27 , your kids are 4 , Antonio is 17 and so on. This is going to be a series btw ^^
Houses burned to the ground as the streets of Encanto are set on fire. Screams are heard as the panic in town is growing out of control while men on horses race through the streets chasing and intimidating people away. The villagers start running, belongings in hand- holding each other close. Alma looks behind her-terrified. Memories of her past race through her head yet there is no time to reminisce because they had to leave. Right now.
“Everyone! Stay close!” Mirabel holds Alma’s waist, supporting the elderly woman as they start to cross the river. The same river where they were given their miracle. In her hand, Mirabel holds the candle-helping them light their way through. Luisa scans the crowd to make sure everyone is doing fine. She catches sight of her primo Camilo struggling to hold all his belongings together and rushes over.
“Here let me help, I’ll handle this. Keep your sons safe Camilo.” Luisa easily hoists all his bags up on her shoulder, immediately moving away to help another couple. Camilo thanks her and immediately takes his two sons in his arms, hushing their cries.
“Don’t cry, Fernando..it’s ok. Mi vida, stay close!” Camilo shouts, turning his head to make sure his wife was still following them. Y/N nods, gripping the back of his ruana when the river currents got stronger. She turns her head to see their town burning in the distance, the once lively village now looking like hell on earth. The woman looks around her and sees kids crying, couples holding each other close, and then she hears screaming. So much screaming.
“¡Ayúdeme! I’m injured!” Y/N whips her head behind her, she squints her eyes and catches sight of a teenager. The poor girl was desperately trying to catch up with the crowd but her sprained foot was making it hard for her cross the river. She immediately leaves Camilo’s side, ignoring his shouts as she runs towards the teenager.
“Amor! Luisa will help her!”
”Mami! Come back!”
“Luisa is busy! Someone needs to help!” She shouts as she hoists the teen in her arms. Camilo looks at his wife, panicking, he wanted to run after her but his sons were still in his arms. The shapeshifter nearly falls over when a strong wave passed through, crying erupted from Fernando and Elias again.
Camilo holds them close and in a split-second, he makes a decision. Camilo shapeshifts so his legs are longer so he could easily cross the river. ‘Keep your sons safe Camilo.’ Luisa’s words echo in his mind as he pushes through and finally reaches the other side, still holding his sons in his arms.
“Papa!” Elias cried, clutching his father’s shirt tightly. Camilo pressed kisses on both his son’s faces, promising that soon enough they’d be safe. As chaos swirls around them, Camilo turns back to see Y/N having difficulty crossing the river. Luisa approaches the woman and Y/N quickly hands the teen over to her.
Y/N nearly falls over when she hears a sudden bang, an excruciating burning pain shooting through her abdomen. She looks back to where the horsemen are coming from. The soldiers are slowly getting closer and closer. Panicking, she starts to push against the river currents -adrenaline pumping through her veins. Pepa surveys the crowd and screams for her daughter-in-law, a hurricane starting to form around her.
“Y/N! Hold on to those rocks! I’ll come get you, amor!” Camilo passes his sons over to his brother Antonio. He was about to run into the river to help his wife but Felix holds him back.
“Hijo! No! The currents are too strong!” Camilo doesn’t listen and screams, struggling in Felix’s grasp. He grows more and more desperate as the horsemen grew closer. Y/N looks into Camilo’s eyes, fear growing as his emotions started to build up.
Once she was close enough, she desperately leaps up. Her fingers dug into the sand as she tried to heave herself up. Felix finally lets go of Camilo, both of them running over to help. Camilo easily pulls her up to the ground, he wasted no time and immediately held her close. He kisses her all over her face, tears of relief falling down his cheeks- however, their reunion is cut short as the people start racing away again.
The horsemen start to cross the river but are suddenly blown away by strong winds, Camilo looks towards his mother-Pepa had an angry expression on her face as she screamed at the soldiers. From the corner of his eyes, Camilo sees Mariano cover Dolores’ ears as thunder and lightning start to strike the skies. The men try to get back on their horses but Isabella stops them and holds them back with thick vines, rendering them immobile.
“Everyone! Let’s go! Just keep moving!” Mirabel shouts, chaos breaks out again as people scramble to follow her. Camilo holds Y/N by the waist while they both run together. The shapeshifter glanced at Antonio to make sure his sons were okay.
Antonio had his nephews tightly clasped in his grasp, his jacket thrown over them so they wouldn’t get wet from the rain. Camilo breathes a sigh of relief as he follows the crowd, the burning village slowly fading away from his sight. ‘Damn the village, as long as his family was fine then things would be alright.’
“Let’s set camp here everyone!” The crowd reached a field, Isabella quickly created large trees around the area to help keep them hidden. Although they were already far away from the village, it didn’t hurt to be safe. Camilo promptly left his wife so he could get their bags from Luisa.
Y/N looked around her again, she couldn't hear screaming anymore but people still looked shaken up. Antonio caught her gaze, smiling, he started to walk towards her. The teen was about to hand his nephews over to her but froze when he noticed something. He quickly shielded Fernando and Elias’s gaze away as hot blood started pouring out of her mouth.
“C-CAMILO!” Antonio shouted for his brother when she suddenly stumbled to the ground. People whipped their heads around, gasping at the horrifying scene.
Pepa pushed through the crowds and let out a blood-curdling scream. She rushed over, holding the girl in her arms- panicking when she felt blood seep onto her hands. She turned Y/N over, growing pale at the growing dark red bloom on her stomach.
“JULIETTA! JULIETTA COME QUICK!” Pepa wails, the skies rumbling and getting darker. Camilo perked up hearing the screams of his mother, a sinking feeling growing in his gut. Was someone injured? He quickly heaves the bags on his shoulder and starts jogging over to his mama. As he pushed through the crowd, his ears picked up on the worried shouts around him.
“Blood! There’s blood!”
“There was a gun! I swore I heard it!”
“Señora Y/N!”
“Mama! Mama!”
“Is there any food?! Agustin! Go get my bag!”
Camilo felt his heart drop, he immediately threw the bags on the ground and started running. People around him were clearly panicked but he still had no idea how bad it was. He finally reaches Y/N and he starts to realize the gravity of the situation. Camilo was horrified but he couldn't bring himself to move. He just stares, shaking, stunned, and scared. He felt helpless, all he could do was wait for a miracle.
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justanothercamilofan · a day ago
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ito na, part two of Kultura
i have some free time rn so im gonna write this
Part 1
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Your mga tito and tita stare at you once you step foot in your home, glancing at the boy next to you. They all shared looks with each other, whispering something that you couldn't here. "Nay, I'm home! I brought Camilo, is it alright if he stays over for dinner?" You call out and your mother rushes out of the kitchen. She holds out her hand to the both of you, you take it and gently place it to your forehead. Camilo does the same and a wide smile appears on your mom's face.
"Wow... Magalang siya... (He's polite)." She says, staring at your friend with awe. "Go now, magmano ka rin sa mga tito at tita mo."
You motion over to Camilo to greet your other family members the same way as he did with your mom. They were all giggling when the two of you did so.
"Ay, (name), ang laki mo na... Nobyo mo? Napakagwapo niya, ah. (You're growing up so fast, (name). Is he your boyfriend? He's really handsome.)" Your Tito says. His words make you and Camilo blush. Crap, you forgot about those loanwords. What is it with your family and their habit of asking every guy you're with if they're your boyfriend anyway?
You shake your head. "Hindi po, kaibigan lang. (No, he's just a friend.)"
You bring Camilo up to your room, dinner wasn't ready yet. Hopefully none of your cousins nor siblings would barge in and disturb the two of you.
"So... your family thinks I'm attractive, huh?" He asks, grinning.
With a roll of your eyes, you respond. "Don't let it get to your head, they say that to every guy they see me with."
"You've been around other guys?" He crosses his arms over his chest.
"Sometimes, while I do my chores, they help me out." You answer.
Camilo sits on the edge of your bed, observing the decorations in your room. "Tell me more about your language, the basics and all that." He says, you turn to him with an excited look on your face.
You spend fifteen minutes teaching your friend the basics of your language. He learns the words easily and when he says it, it rolls smoothly off his tongue. Then again, some of the words you've taught him originated from Spanish words.
"So, you use 'po' and 'opo' to be polite? If I remember correctly, you used that earlier to your Tío." Camilo points out.
"Yup. I said 'hindi po' which means 'no'. If I didn't include 'po' I would've been smacked right in front of you."
"Okay, so what does 'opo' mean?" He asks.
"It's just a polite way of saying yes."
The boy nods his head, "This doesn't seem too difficult to learn. I could probably be fluent by tomorrow!" He exclaims and it makes you laugh. "Whatever you say, Camilo."
"Ate/Kuya (Name)! Kain na raw! (It's time to eat!) " Your younger sibling calls out. "Ate means older sister and Kuya means older brother."
Camilo nods his head in understanding. "What about the other thing they said?" He asks.
"It's time to eat, so let's head downstairs."
The two of you sat next to each other a the dining table. Your family engages in friendly conversation with Camilo. In his native language, of course. You've been living in Colombia for a few years now, all of you were fluent in Spanish.
To say that Camilo loved the food was an understatement. It was so delicious, he thought of asking for the recipe so his Tia Julieta could make it, but that might be asking for too much. What did you call this dish again? Adobong manok, was it? His taste buds will never be the same again after this meal.
Once he finishes his plate, your lola speaks. "Oh, iho, you should eat more. Don't be shy, we have plenty." She says.
Not only did you have amazing meals, but you could get seconds? Of course, he gladly took more food. Who was he to pass up on seconds anyway? Your family has been so nice to him the whole time he was there.
By the time you were all finished eating, you and Camilo insisted on washing the dishes.
"So, what did you think?" You ask him. "Did the food taste great?"
"Great? It was fantastic! I think someone finally beat Tía's cooking!" He exclaims, rinsing the soap off of the plate.
You let out a chuckle at his words. "Is that so? Dolores is probably telling your family about this."
Two kids enter the kitchen, grabbing on to the boy's yellow poncho. "Ate/Kuya (name)... Can Kuya Camilo come back here some other time? We want to play with him! He told us earlier that he wants to as well!" Your younger cousin asks.
You smile at them, "That's your kuya's decision to make, not mine."
The two of them turn to your friend. "Of course I'll come back, we can all play together when I do. (Name) can join too."
The children cheered, running out of the kitchen afterwards.
It was starting to get pretty late, Camilo knew he had to go now. He didn't want his Mami to get worried about him after all. But before he left, he needed to do something first.
"Leaving already, Camilo?" Your mom asks, just the person he was looking for. "I'll walk you home if you are." You said, appearing next to your mother.
The boy shook his head. "No need, (name). But before I go, I just wanted to say..." He trails off. What was that word again? Sela— No. Salemet? Not quite right either.
Ah, now he remembers.
"Salamat po, for the letting me stay over. The food was really delicious."
He leaves after that, hopefully he didn't mispronounce the word. That would've been embarrasing.
"Pakasalan mo na siya, parang awa mo na. (Please marry him.)"
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pepasfavorite · 2 days ago
hii! this is my first fic w/o a request so i hope it’s still good lmao, hope u enjoy!!
the orange blossom tree
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camilo madrigal (he/him) x fem!reader (she/her)
warnings: cliffhanger? nothing else i can think of
[1221 words 😩]
a/n: in this it implies that camilo’s birthday is in summer so if it gets confirmed that it is sometime else please just go with it T-T
you were 6 when a boy who looked around your age appeared at the bottom of the tree you were hanging upside down from,
“why’re you upside down?” he had asked you as you flipped back up and hopped down to stand by him, you standing a slight bit taller than him.
“because it’s fun,” you raised an eyebrow at the boy, who had now turned into a replica of yourself, you eyes widen and your mouth parted in shock and he giggled, turning back to himself.
“you’re camilo madrigal then?” you asked him after you recovered, he nodded. he opened his mouth to say something else when your madre called for you,
“mi hija!? come back in, you have chores!”
“coming mama!” you called back, you waved to Camilo and went inside, leaving the boy alone.
you had just turned 13, specifically, yesterday had been your birthday, but you only had a small party with your parents and siblings. you were reading under the orange-blossom tree where you had met your childhood crush, the boy you talked to once, for no more than 2 or 3 minutes. you had noticed the sun had been blocked as you looked up, seeing a curly haired boy in a yellow ruana, looking down at you,
“hola, chica de azahar!” he sat down beside you, your cheeks flushed a bit, your heart filling with the same fluid feeling. you muttered out a quiet ‘hola’ as you stuffed your nose back in your book as he chuckled at your shyness.
“what is your name anyway?” he had asked, you placed your finger on the line you were on, looking back up at the boy,
“why don’t we keep it a secret? it’s kinda funny having you on your toes for me,” you giggled at his expression until he shook his head a bit and smirked,
“alright then i’ll call you mi vida,” now it was his turn to laugh at your expression, except yours wasn’t one of shock or confusion, yours was red-cheeked and shy.
“camilo!” you could hear a woman’s voice calling, the boy next to you got up,
“coming mamí!” he brushed off his pants and ruana as he looked down at you again, “see ya, mi vida,” you cast your eyes down at your book again as he scampered off to find his mamá.
you were 14 and some months, almost 15, sitting at the same spot, the flowering tree shading you from the mild sun. you heard a familiar voice call out as you smiled to yourself, looking up at the caller.
“ay, mi vida! there you are,” the same boy sat down next to you once again, only after grabbing a blossom off the tree, he tucked it behind your ear and leaned back as to get a better view, you chuckled and folded your hands in your lap,
“you look muy bonita, mi azahar querida!” he had said once he straightened up again,
“what kind of nickname is that?!” you had lightly yelled, smacking his arm as you leaned your cheek on your hand, facing away from him to hide your flustered face. “ay! that hurt, mi vida!”
you rolled your eyes at him as you leaned your back against the tree, the sun beginning to set as some of the petals from the beautiful blossoms above you sprinkled to the ground around the two of you. soon enough your eyes had shut, as well as the boy’s next to you, until you had been awoken by an older girl in a lavender dress, the well-known Isabela. it had gotten dark and the girl had woken camilo up as well,
“come on, primo,” Isabela had pulled camilo up by his shirt collar, him yawning as he stood there while she helped you up, you rubbed your eyes and stretched, “buenas noches cariño,” she had said as you said a ‘goodnight’ to camilo and isabela and headed inside, the girl taking camilo back to la casa Madrigal.
it was a relatively normal day, you turned 15 a few weeks ago, same party as always with just your family. sitting on a branch of the orange tree you always had, bright oranges replacing the off-white flowers that had been growing previously
camilo had been running around la casa Madrigal, looking for his prima, isabela. he had ran into her while rounding a corner into the dining area, he hadn’t even gotten his fill of lunch yet, making most of his family concerned,
“ay camilo! what are you rushing around for?” his prima had asked, more like questioned, him as she brushed off her dress.
“there you are, isabela! could you make me an orange blossom flower crown?” he had asked her as she smirked, knowing it led to you.
“is this about-?”
“yes yes now?” he held out his hand as she made one, placing it in his palm. Camilo said a ‘thank you’ as he was about to speed out of casita before his madre grabbed the back of his shirt collar, effectively pulling him back, also choking him a bit.
“ay, mamí! what was that for?!” he had lightly raised his voice a bit, rubbing his throat.
“if you’re going to meet up with that girl, at least eat something for lunch first! that girl seems very sweet and would want you to eat.” camilo sighed as he grabbed some arepas his tía had made, he stuffed one in his mouth, soon taking a bite out of the second.
“thanks, mamí, te quiero, i’ll talk to you later!” he had said, kissing his madre’s cheek and running out of casita, half an arepa in his hand, the other occupied with the orange-blossom crown. today had been his birthday, as well as the day he would decide to confess his feelings he had been keeping inside him since he was 6 years old.
he made it to the tree and stopped to catch his breath as you looked down at him, an eyebrow raised,
“hola, niño bonito” you smiled at his reddening face as he cleared his throat, he laughed, noticing how high up you were compared to him.
“what’re you doing up there, mi azahar querida?” your cheeks flushed and warmed at the nickname as you laughed and shrugged,
“what’re you doing down there, camaleón?” he laughed, doubling over. you giggled as he straightened back up,
“i have this for you!“ he tossed up an orange-blossom flower crown, you eyed him inquisitively as he sighed, “put it on, mi vida!” you listened and placed it on your head.
“now,” he started, craning his neck to fully see you, folding his hands and arms behind his back “could you tell me your name now, princesa?”
“it’s y/n!” you chuckled as he smiled wider than he had been.
“that’s a nice name, muy bonita como tu!” you cheeks turned red as you scoffed, “if your gonna say something like that then mean it!”
“but I do mean it, mi vida!”
“alright then prove it!”
“alright then,” he stated to you, finishing the mini argument you two had just had, he turned his back to you, cupping his hands around his mouth, making a megaphone with his hands.
“AMO A Y/N!!” he yelled out, so that the whole encanto could hear, proving himself.
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solcamilo · 2 days ago
Hi!! I know I already commented on your post but ah I’m so excited to see more from you!!! I have a request if you don’t mind, it’s more angst tho…sorry not sorry it’s us being trapped inside of casita as she’s (I think it’s a she?) crumbling and Camilo shouting our name after either picking himself off the ground or fighting his way back inside? I don’t know it’s up to you but the main part is he sees us trapped against one of the pillars, a dresser or some heavy furniture pinning us against it that we were struggling and failing to push away because the floorboards were all moving in those waves to get everyone outside and the house was so concerned between that and saving mirabel it didnt have enough strength to assist us too. I just want to see him get worried and frantic before helping us out, you know all intense and stuff. THIS IS SO LONG I APOLOGIZE BUT IVE HAD THIS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND AFTER READING YOUR FIC I NEW YOU WERE THE PERSON I NEEDED TO BRING IT TO LIFE
thank you so much for your request! you have no idea how happy your comments on my other story made me!! that was the first time i wrote something so your support means so so much :’) hope you like it <3
i’ve got you
camilo madrigal x gen!reader
word count: 2k
request? yes!
warning(s): angst again!! happy ending tho, reader gets trapped so maybe claustrophobia, mild swearing, makeout? (not rly), angry mirabel and abuela >:(, not beta-d we die like casita
summary: you and camilo happened to return to casita at the worst possible moment and while trying to save mirabel, you get trapped under casita’s ruins.
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You and Camilo had just finished drying yourselves off with your towels after a quick swim out in the river. You had spent the whole day with your beloved boyfriend and were ready to call it a day, especially when the sun had now slowly set below the tall Encanto mountains.
But before you could end your day, you had to end it properly and that meant stealing some of Julieta’s food along with your boyfriend. And that’s exactly what you did.
You two were cracking jokes and laughing all the way to Casita when you heard yells coming from the matriarch of the family. You immediately knew that this meant bad news as you had never seen Abuela yell like that to someone in your entire lifespan. Camilo knew it too by the way he softly, yet firmly held your wrist, slightly pulling you behind him as the two of you cautiously walked into the main clearing of Casita.
Your heart broke at the sight of your good friend Mirabel Madrigal getting relentlessly blamed and yelled at for all the misfortunes that were happening to the familia Madrigal in the last few days. You turned to see who was around, and made eye contact with a colourful, bright - yet guilty looking Isabela standing off to the side.
What you heard next completely shocked both you, Camilo and the entire Madrigal family on the sidelines.
“You’re the one that doesn’t care!” Mirabel shouted at her abuela with tears brimming her eyes. You gasped and felt Camilo’s grasp on your wrist tighten. Abuela looked even more furious than from the beginning of the whole argument as she took a closer step towards Mirabel. 
“You’re the one breaking our home!”
“Don’t you ever..-!”
“The miracle is dying, because of you!” 
And that’s when you all heard it. The terrifying rumble of Casita’s cracks all across the walls and foundation pillars. The rumble was so loud and so forceful that the windowsill that was displaying the miracle candle collapsed and the candle fell backwards, rolling on the broken wood.
Everyone felt the pure panic coursing their veins as the candle was merely rolling, about to fall. The panic induced silence was broken when Félix shouted, “The candle!” with a small gasp.
As soon as Félix had said that, everyone’s legs started to automatically move towards the source of miracle, trying desperately to save what has been already hurt. Your legs, however, were planted on the ground next to your - now long gone - boyfriend Camilo.
“Casita! Get me up there!” you heard Mirabel yell as she ran towards the makeshift ladders that Casita gave her. You had only just rendered the severity of the situation and how it could play out for Mirabel if anything had happened to her and that’s what finally triggered your legs to move.
“Mirabel!” you yelled at the top of your lungs, running towards the girl who was trying to save the essence of the Madrigal family. 
“Mirabel! Please! Get down!” You were almost at the makeshift ladder when Casita’s ceiling pieces had started falling on the ground right where you were. You quickly pushed yourself against a wall with a large plate and cup storing furniture piece, your back tightly against it as you panted heavily from all the running you had done.
You saw Isabela’s vine giving out and her falling on the ground a few feet away from you. You also saw Camilo falling right next to Isabela a few seconds later as his gift too, gave out. 
You were too distracted by the two Madrigals to notice how Casita’s rolling of the floors brought a giant piece of wall directly on you with a loud smack. You fell down against the large furniture piece as the wall was now laying on top of you, giving you practically no room to move.
After a while you stopped hearing yelling and you stopped hearing the house breaking. You didn’t have the strength to try to lift the wall off of you nor did you have the strength to open your mouth and ask for help. You just lay there, hoping for someone to realise that you were gone and help you out.
Camilo looks around and sees the state in which Casita was or what remained of Casita anyways. He saw his family all huddled close together whispering words of encouragement to each other and lightly smiled. Even during these difficult times his family still found a way to reassure each other and always be there for each other.
He reached to his left side to grab your hand and lead you to where everyone else was but he realised you weren’t by his side. He also slowly realised that Mirabel wasn’t there either, by the way his tía, tío and everyone else were frantically searching for her. 
He felt his heart beating in his chest erratically, his palms grew sweaty and shaky and his legs felt impossibly light, ready to give up on him at any moment. Camilo was terrified. Because he not only lost his beloved prima, but he also lost the love of his life, his vida.
He ran towards his immediate family, grabbed his mother by her shoulders and started yelling at her, tears pricking his eyes from fear.
“Mamá where is Y/N? Where are they?!” Pepa’s eyes grew wide and with a quick scan of the area as she too, as well as the rest of his family, realised that you were also gone.
“Y/N!” Camilo had started screaming your name as he ran around the whole perimeter of the area. He screamed and screamed until he felt his throat go dry from the combination of dust and yelling. The others too were calling your name and Mirabel’s as they were trying to locate you. 
Dolores came to sit next to the now hunched and sobbing figure of her little brother, rubbing circles on his back to soothe him. Camilo shrugged her off with force, standing up to walk away from her. She quickly grabbed his forearm and pulled him to face her.
“Dolores stop!” Camilo snapped as he pulled his forearm away from her. He looked up at her, his face covered in dust and tears. “This isn’t doing anything to help! I don’t know where Y/N or Mirabel are and I don’t know what to do! What if something happened to them? What if something happened to Y/N? I was too concerned with the candle to protect Y/N and now look! They are nowhere to be found! My one job as their boyfriend was to protect them and I couldn’t fucking do it! I am a horrible fucking boyfriend! If they’re hurt or dead it’s all my fault..” Camilo broke down once again, violent sobs leaving his body as he kneeled down on the ground, hoisting himself up with elbows as he buried his hands in his - now dusty and grey - hair.
Dolores could only look at him in pity as she kneeled in front of him once more, pulling him into her embrace. Camilo didn’t move away from her this time, he only buried himself deeper into his hermana’s warm and welcoming arms.
“Manito we will find them. Both of them. I promise you we will find them. We already sent a rescue team to find Mira, we will find Y/N too.” Dolores let out softly. 
“Can’t you try to hear them?” Camilo mumbled in her arms.
Dolores sighed and tried to extend her ear as she always does, trying to locate any sound - anything really - that she could identify as you. But nothing.
“No.” she had said for the first time, “I can’t hear them. I’m sorry manito.”
That was until they heard some rustling going on behind them. Luisa turned to look at Dolores who had the same curious look as she did. Dolores left her brother to calm down as she and her prima cautiously walked up to the furniture with their expensive silverware they used for Mariano’s dinner.
They heard the rustling again. Then they heard faint “help”s. Then they grew louder. Dolores immediately recognized your voice and rushed with Luisa to the wall. They hurriedly lifted the wall just enough for you to crawl out of the cramped space and let it go, once again hitting the dresser with a loud bam.
You started coughing the dust that had accumulated in your throat, too busy to realise Luisa’s “there you are!” and “are you ok?”s.
You looked around and saw Camilo and Dolores just a few feet across from you. 
It was as if Camilo could feel your stare because he swiftly turned around and made eye contact with you (after Dolores had told him that they found you of course). He ran up to you and engulfed you in a hug, his arms wrapping tightly and protectively around your dusty and exhausted frame. 
“Mi vida! I’m so glad you’re okay! Dios mio you have no idea how scared I was.. what would I have done if I lost you?”
“Cami,” you pulled away to look at him, noticing how red his eyes were from crying and his teared stained dusty cheeks, “I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me anymore I’m here with you ok? I’m here..” you cupped his face and smiled.
“Y/N I should have been here to protect you! I’m a horrible boyfriend I promised to help you and I didn’t, I’m sorry. I don’t deserve you..” Camilo shifted his eyes to the ground.
“You did what you had to do to save the candle. You’re one of the bravest people I know, Camilo Madrigal. You’ve helped me and protected me all throughout our relationship and I couldn’t be more grateful. You are an amazing boyfriend Cami and you’re an amazing person.”
You contemplated about dropping the big phrase. Should you do it? Isn’t it too early? What if you scare him away or what if he doesn’t feel the same way? You had to, though. After what you went through today you knew that you had to tell him.
“Camilo I love you.”
He lifted his eyes to meet yours in complete shock. His mouth grew wide open as he stared at your eyes, trying to process if what you told him was real or just his imagination. When he realised this was reality, he closed his mouth, stretched his hands to now cup your face and pulled you into a kiss.
You guys had kissed before sure, but never like this. This kiss was pure emotion. Pure desperation, pure love and pure passion. This kiss held all of the emotions that the two of you held from today’s events and from the days leading up to this. You were both irrevocably and unconditionally in love with each other and that translated through this kiss.
He lightly nibbled down on your lower lip, making you open your mouth more. He wasted no time in entering his tongue, exploring your mouth and your own tongue as you fought for dominance. His hands moved from your face to gripping your hips tightly as he pulled you on to his lap and chest to chest with him. Your hands moved from cupping his face to tangling your fingers in his dusty curls and tugging on them every few seconds, earning low groans from him. 
His mouth left yours as he started planting open mouth sloppy kisses starting from your temple all the way down to your neck and the base of your collarbones. You giggled at his touch, leaning your head to the side for more exposure.
With a smile, he pulled back and connected his forehead with your own.
“I love you so much, mi amor. So so so much.” With that he pulled you in for another heated kiss.
Amongst the ruins of the Casita, you two had found some closure and despite the circumstances, the two of you couldn’t be happier.
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mividacamilo · 2 days ago
hi :D i saw that requests were open so i would like to request a camilo x fem! reader that's based off this song, let ur imagination go wild
𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢
Camilo x fem! Reader
Warnings- none! Just fluff<3
Author notes- Omg I love this! I had so much fun writing this! When I read this I had so many cute ideas so I put it all into one, I hope my imagination served your request well!
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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦,
In all the time Y/n had been in Encanto she could never get over the fact how every day seemed to be better then the last. Never had Encanto felt gloomy or terrible, only once has it had.
When the miracle candle burnt out leaving the Madrigal’s and the town bitter with despair and grief, and yet in their most darkest moment the people where able to restore the Broken pieces and rebuild Encanto, somehow making it better then it was before.
The Madrigal’s finally seemed to shine brighter with pure happiness these days, making everyone in town do the same. Encanto was never the same after that incident, And no one would want it to be.
𝐵𝑜𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦,
And just like a butterfly would flap it’s wings Fate seemed to be closer to Y/n then she thought, as she walked through the town a smile graced her lips the friendly people around her greeted her ever so sweetly.
Y/n couldn’t understand why today felt so different, but she seemed to get more attention from the local boy’s. Flirty compliments fell of their tongue as she walked by. With a giggle and a wave she only brushed them off paying no mind to their words.
𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦,
With a skip to her walk Y/n continued her usual mid-day errands. The path memorised into her head not needing to second guess where to go.
The one errand that was not so usual was for none other then Mirabel Madrigal. she was a dear friend who had wished for more fabric for her sewing. So kindly you had offered to lend some.
Y/n Knocked on the Madrigal’s entrance door softly, not wanting to be too rough. No matter how many times she came over she couldn’t stop admiring the beautiful wooden door. Finally happy that Mirabel was able to have herself on a miracle door.
Expecting you Mirabel welcomed you into her home as she thanked you.
“Y/n I can’t thank you enough, I did order some but sadly they have a delay, apparently.” Mirabel groaned annoyed.
With a friendly hug you greeted her.
“Mira, its okay! I haven’t used these yet and I don’t think I plan too. I’m sure it’s better for you to have them.”
𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑠ℎ 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠ℎ𝑦,
Walking along aside each other you made your way up the stairs in the Madrigal’s house; towards Mirabel’s room. Upon entering her room the unfamiliar smell of incense filled Y/n’s nose peeking her interest.
“Is that a new incense? It smells different then usual”
As you handed the fabrics to Mirabel you took a look at her incense holder placed on her bedside dresser.
“Actually it is, I’m surprised you can tell the difference. I bought it yesterday.” Mirabel took the fabric from you placing it on-top her sewing desk. “Honestly I can’t tell the difference but it still smells good, doesn’t it?”
You nodded enthusiastically. Mirabel Didn’t have that mush of a good sense of smell, thankfully yours was better.
Quickly her expression brightened dramatically as Mirabel quickly jumped seeming to remember something. She practically ran to her dresser. Y/n couldn’t help but let a small laugh out at her excitement.
“Also! I wanted to repay you so last night I sewed you a new skirt!” Mirabel bore a wide smile as she held up the skirt. You let out a gasp as you took in the sight of the skirt. It was the usual brown colour you wore daily but slightly softer in colour with black threads of flowers at the bottom.
“Oh Dios mío, Mirabel it’s gorgeous! You really shouldn’t of!”
Quickly you held Mirabel in a tight embrace with a loud squeal and a chain of thank you’s falling past your lips.
𝑖𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒.
Mirabel only giggled with a squeeze as she hugged back, Feeling prideful at your reaction and praise. She ushered for you to try it on. Happily you oblige to her request leaving no time to waste as you quickly swapped the skirt you where wearing for the one Mirabel handed you.
Y/n quickly stepped towards the tall mirror, smiling brightly as she looked at her reflection.
“It looks so beautiful Mirabel! I can’t express how grateful I am!” Feeling giddy you bounced on the spot clapping your hands in excitement.
“Your welcome Y/n I’m happy you-“ Mirabel’s reply was quickly interrupted as the door to her room flung open. Camilo held the doorknob tightly, his face slightly red as he huffed strongly.
“I heard squealing, are you alright?!” Yours and Mirabel’s initial surprise changed dramatically as you both burst into a fit of laughter.
The sudden laughter left Camilo looking redder then before as embarrassment washed over him, as they came to the conclusion the two of you where alright.
“Caramba, Yeah yeah laugh it off, sorry I was worried for you’s”
Wiping a stray tear in your eye you smiled sweetly at Camilo, Finding his worry endearing. Your heart fluttered at the shy smile that graced his lips.
𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑛,
As she finally calmed her laughter Mirabel pushed her glasses up her nose.
“That was just too priceless” with a shared look towards her the two of you chuckled softly.
“So why so much noise? I was actually worried you found a bug or something”
With a pout Camilo Crossed his arms in defence feeling annoyed at the light teasing of his cousin and her friend. Wordlessly Mirabel excitedly pointed towards the skirt you now wore.
Taking the hint Camilo whistled softly as he took in the sight of you. Y/n’s face burned at Camilo’s unexpected reaction, feeling almost shy under his gaze.
“I came to drop off some fabrics for Mira,-”
“And in turn I sewed her a new skirt!” Mirabel helped finish your sentence as you both explained the situation. “What do you think?!” Mirabel asked Them, with a spin of her finger she signalled you to twirl.
Complying to her small request you slowly but swiftly twirled on the spot. You let out a small giggle as you twirled, Feeling addicted to the way your new skirt swirled with you.
Camilo snapped his fingers eagerly, as they watched you twirl, you looked so cute right now that he couldn’t help but smile.
“It looks beautiful, you looks so good in it!”
𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛.
Y/n never would of thought that such a simple compliment could make her feel so special. It wasn’t the first time someone had complimented her and yet how come Camilo’s words were able to hit her heart so strongly? It was almost overwhelming how fast her heart was beating.
Y/n pulled a strand of her hair over her now pinkish face unknowing how to react, as she fumbling over her words. “Than- thank you”
Camilo felt his own cheeks fluster at your adorable reaction, only now realising how bold and out of character his words were. He couldn’t figure out if it was a blessing or a curse that when he was around you it seemed they blurt out the first words that come to mind.
Mirabel awkwardly shifted her eyes from Y/n to Camilo, a straight; no lip smile on her face, uncomfortable in the situation, as her cousin flirted at her best friend.
she couldn’t have anything could she?
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I hope you enjoy my lovely doves<3
Request by; @camilosangelita
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thatoneghostband · a day ago
hello, love your writing and saw requests were open!
sometimes when im anxious or frustated, i raise my voice and snap at people without really realizing it. could you do a camilo x reader where reader accidentally snaps at camilo for some reason? sorry if this wasnt really descriptive!
Not Tonight - Camilo Madrigal x gn!reader
a/n: I decided to make this about the reader being stressed out about school beause that is my constant state atm lmao 😭😭
warnings: a tiny bit of angst ig??
word count: 619 words
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It was a wonderful warm day, the sun was shining brightly outside, you could hear the children of the village shrieking with laughter. Three things that would usually brighten your mood.
Today, however, it just worsened it.
You were stuck inside, hunched over a desk, trying to revise for an upcoming exam. It was your worst subject, but you had to do well in it. You couldn’t risk a fail, hence your current predicament. You had been locked away all weekend, frustration growing with every second. No matter what you did, the information just wouldn’t stick. You threw the page you were currently rereading down onto the desk and rubbed your hands down your face, groaning in frustration. You wanted to kick and scream and do anything but study. You sighed and picked up your pen when three knocks sounded at your door.
“Mi amor? Are you in there?” Camilo’s voice called from the other side of it.
You stood up and opened your door, glad to see your boyfriend, as always, but even more so if it got you away from your studying for even a second.
“What's up, Camilo?” You asked, inviting him in.
“I just came to see if you wanted to hang out? It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.” He flopped onto your bed, drawing out his words to emphasise them.
“Mi vida, it’s been a day.”
“Exactly! Ages! So we should hang out.”
“No, Camilo, I can’t. I have to study.” You sighed, sitting back down at your desk, pulling a page of notes towards you. Camilo sat up on your bed, watching you.
“Corazón, you’ve been at it all weekend. You need a break. It’ll only be an hour!”
“Camilo, you say it’ll be an hour, then oh, it’s time for dinner, so I may as well go to casita with you for dinner. After all, we both know how much I love Julieta’s food. Then I start chatting to Pepa and end up staying all evening. As much as I love spending time with you, mi cielo, I can’t. Not tonight.”
“Amor - you haven’t been outside, you really should-”
“No! Camilo, my answer is no!” You snapped, your tone vicious and full of venom. You cringed as soon as you said it, immediately full of regret.
“Oh. I guess I’ll go then. I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” Camilo said quietly, standing up and heading towards the door.
“No, Camilo, wait-”
“You’ve made it very clear you don’t want me here. I’m just a bother. I’ll go.” His voice was cracking, like he was trying not to cry. You jumped up and grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“No, Camilo. Stay. You’re never a bother. Not to me.” You pulled him into an embrace, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You’re right. I need a break. I’m crazy stressed and I took it out on you. Lo siento, mi amor.”
He stayed quiet, tucking his head into your shoulder. You squeezed him tightly, stroking his hair with one hand. You tried to express how sorry you were and how much you loved him and he meant to you through your actions.
“It’s okay, mi vida. I- I know you didn’t mean it.” He pulled out of your arms, but didn’t let go of you, studying your tired face. “Let’s relax for a little while, yeah? I have plenty of practice with helping Luisa to relax.”
“That sounds good.” You smiled, “what do you suggest?”
“Cuddles. Lots of cuddles.” He dragged you towards your bed, making you both fall atop it in each other’s arms.
“Let’s just stay like this for a while.” You whispered to him.
“Agreed.” He replied, now smiling again.
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lovesgnf · 2 days ago
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ IN WHICH: Camilo shapeshifts into one of the villagers just to get another free cake sample from you but his tricks don’t work out like he wanted them to.
˚ · . camilo madrigal x gn!reader who’s a baker.
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“Your order is one tres leches and a pack of frosted cupcakes, correct?” You talked to one of your costumers through the telephone. A faint ‘yes’ could be heard from the other side of the line as you took notes of the order. 
“Alright, tu orden estaria ahí muy pronto!” (your order will arive soon.) You informed them with a smile. “Muchas gracias” (thank you very much) The woman thanked as she hanged up the phone call.
You sighed loudly as you finally sat down. Today has been a very stressful day, the bakery has been filled with people since the morning because it was a Saturday. All you wanted was to be trapped in your boyfriends arms as you played with his hair. 
Your hopeless thoughts get interrupted by the sound of the door open with the loud ring of a bell. A short tan man walking into the bakery. He looked awkwardly suspicious. You took a deep breath in, standing up and greeting the customer.
Trying your best not to show your vivid exhaustion, you smile and greet the man. “Hola, Buenas tardes! How can i help you today? i serve all types of sweets!” (hello, good evening) You start, the man just raising an eyebrow at you as if he could sense your tiredness. 
The man coughed and ‘fixed’ his voice. “Uh yeah, do you have red velvet?” He asked with a smile. “Um yeah! Would you like cake? or-” You asked him kindly but widened your eyes as he interrupted you. “Do you give out samples?” He questioned but sounded like he already knew the answer.
You raise your eyebrow at him, that’s weird. “Yeah! Would you like me to bring you-” You stopped talking as he answered quickly. “Yes!” He yelled out but coughed again. “Sorry- I meant yes please” He blushed.
“Um alright” You simply said while going to scoop out a sample for him. You walked up to him slowly, handing him the small cup. “Mmm, this is super good” He said but his voice sounded different.
His eyes widened at himself. “Aw thank you- wait” Your e/c eyes also widened as you realized he sounded like... “Camilo?!?” You yelled at him surprisingly but also not so surprised. He shifted back into himself and shrugged. “You caught me!” He said so calmly. 
“En serio?!” (Are you serious) You gasped with a hand on your forehead. “What! I was craving something sweet and i’ve never tried your red velvet cake so i decided to try it and it’s so good! I might order a whole cake of it-” He complimented. 
“Uh huh, muy amable y todo Camilo, but you scared me! You didn’t need to act so... weird!” You complained as you crossed your arms at him. “I’m sorry, mi vida. Maybe i can make it up to you by giving you cuddles the rest of the afternoon? You seem tired” He says sweetly and he caresses your cheek with his thumb gently. You immediately melt against his touch.
“Fine. I’m going to close the bakery early just for you!” I told him and pinched his cheek softly. He smiled and followed you, behind the counter. You two got ready to close the bakery, cleaning and organizing everything before locking the doors and changing the sign to ‘closed’.
“Finally!” Camilo groaned loudly causing you to let out a laugh. “Thats what i have to do everyday” You sigh dramatically while his hands connected with yours tightly. “Whenever you need help with anything just look for me, amor” He told you with a smile on his pink lips. He admired your unique facial features, taking in your beauty.
You two walked towards casita, fingers interlocked. The small walk home was just a trail of laughters and smiles. Once Pepa saw you enter the house, a rainbow appeared above her head. “Y/n! Hola, mija! How are you?? How was the bakery today?!” The ginger said as she took you away from Camilo and embraced you in a warm hug.
You smiled against her yellow dress. “Hola, pepa! I’m okay, today the bakery was very busy and i got very tired so i’m going to take a break just for the rest of the afternoon. Enough about me now! How are you?” You asked with a wide grin. Her smile got bigger as she began to rant about her day, taking you to the living room as you both sat down and talked.
“Mami! You guys have talked more than i talk in one day! Can i borrow Y/n now?!” Your boyfriend whined as you chuckled, taking a sip of the tea she offered. “Fine! Pero you have to bring her to me after!” Pepa breathed with her finger out in the air.
“Yes, claro! Maybe tomorrow i’ll bring you guys some of the new cookies i made” You smile kindly at the woman and Camilo perked up at your words. “How wonderful!” “Really?!” The two relatives said at the same time. Y/n chuckled again and walked towards Camilo. “Bueno, Chao Pepa!” You wave at her, she waves back with her smile still plastered on her face.
You took a seat on Camilos bed as he spoke up. “Jeez, you guys always talk so much when you see each other!” The curly haired complained, throwing himself on his bed and pulling you with him. You laughed while he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close to him. You smiled against his ruana, rubbing your thumb on his arm softly. He closed his eyes at the feeling of your delicate touch.
“Sleep. I’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you” He whispered affectionately, pressing his lips against your forehead and with that you fluttered your eyes closed, drifting off to a dreamless comforting sleep. Once the boy heard your soft snores he smiled.
“Eres un ángel, mi vida. Estoy tan agradecido de tener alguien como tú” (you’re an angel, my life. I’m so grateful to have someone like you) He muttered and fell asleep, the warmth of your presence giving him the comfort he needed for a perfect sleep.
The end :D and yes, dolores was in awe with the scene. She heard every bit of it and would tease her brother about it when he woke up.
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camilosluvr · a day ago
Camilo Madrigal || when he was a child he had an imaginary friend (who is the reader) he nicknamed ‘glitchy’ because they can glitch obvi they had colorful clown clothing when he started to grow he started to forget his friend then one day in the present he went to his room and found his old friend their colorful clown clothes were dusty and dark and they came back to haunt Camilo || if this is too much for you you don’t have to do it!
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Parings: Camilo Madrigal x Yandere! GN Reader
Genre: Horror, Platonic relations
Synopsis: Camilo finds a box he wished he'd never found.
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When camilo was little, he had an imaginary friend, their name was 'glitchy' because they didn't have a name so he named them and they wore very colorful clown clothing that had every color on them especially camilo's favorite colors, green and orange but that wasn't the only thing about his imaginary friend.
They often times glitched while they were playing with camilo though only he could see it, nobody else could see you at all but camilo would swear that you were real but everyone just laughed it off as camilo being a normal toddler.
You two had a lot of fun adventures together, you two were best friends until the end! Well, until camilo got his gift.
That's when camilo started to spend less time with you and eventually when he reached the age of eight, he stopped hanging out with you completely and he forgot about you.
Though, you were never really gone. You were always there, watching over him all those years as the color from your clothing slowly drained out leaving you with a tasteless black and white clown costume with dust all over it and your glitching had got worse over the years but you didn't hate camilo but you were obsessed with him and it wasn't in a love way.
You just wanted your old friend back so badly that you forgot that camilo was fifteen now, he had friends and he didn't need you but you needed him.
Camilo yawned as he sat up from the comfort of his pillow and he stood up with his bare feet landing on the cold wooden floor making a shiver run up his spine, he was wearing his orange and green striped pajamas that he usually wore to bed and his hair was a mess as it was all over the place, he'd have to brush it after he got done brushing his teeth.
He made his way over to his door and opened it revealing everyone still in their pajamas, half awake and cleaning and he then realized that it was cleaning day and he groaned "Ah, ah, ah, you have to clean your room especially hijo, you're room is a mess!" Pepa said walking in front of camilo as she heard her son groan knowing that he didn't want to do his chores "Mami, It's not that messy.." Camilo lied as he put his hand under his pajama shirt and ran his hand over his abdomen as he yawned.
Pepa quirked an eyebrow and leaned to the side to see inside of camilo's room and there were clothes everywhere making her look back at him "You're going to go clean that room, now." Pepa said as she thought messy rooms where disgusting even if it was just a few pieces of clothing, the tone in her voice made camilo's eye widen knowing that she was serious so he nodded "Yes mami." Camilo said as he ran his fingers through his brown curly hair and pepa nodded and walked off to go finish her cleaning.
Camilo walked back in his room and shut the door behind him, you stretched his limbs for a bit then looked around his room 'Eh, it won't take that long..it's just a few shirts and ruana's.' He thought as he bent down and started to pick up the piece's of clothing up off the floor.
After a few minutes, camilo was done and it turned out he was right! It didn't take that long but he eventually got curious and bored and just started looking around his room for stuff to do then he came across this box that was in his gigantic closet.
He pulled the box down from the top shelf with a confused look on his face as he looked at the strange and dusty box, it looked old and he had never seen it before so it definitely was strange.
He set the box on the ground and sat on his knees as he read the label that was on the box that was nearly falling off and he flattened the label on the box "Glitchy?" Camilo said in a confused tone as he read the words that were written on the label, they were written in chicken scratch handwriting that looked like a toddler's who just learned how to write.
He just shrugged it off and opened the box and dust flew out making him cough, after he finally got over the cough, he looked at what was inside the box and it was a colorful clown costume that was poorly folded and he hummed a bit confused then the clown costume floated up and started to unfold itself as it slowly turned into shades of grey, black and white making camilo a bit confused and shocked "What the.." He mumbled under his breath as the costume slowly started to glitch.
Then, a body popped into it and that body was you. You looked down at camilo with the most frighting smile he'd ever seen but you thought that is was a kind smile "Camilo!" You yelled as you swung down to hug him and flew back in the air with him in your arms, camilo was frozen and he didn't know what to do, he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Who were you? How did you know his name? Why are you in a house? What were you?
All those questions flooded camilo's head as you smothered him "Uh, excuse me..?" Camilo mumbled gathering your attention making you look down at the afro-latino boy "Yes?" You said as you slowly lowered down to the floor and camilo gulped as he felt a bit of nervousness enter his body "Who are you?" He asked making the shine in your eyes disappear making camilo a bit scared.
You couldn't believe what you were hearing, all those years, you had just thought that camilo didn't forget about you but he was just too busy to come play with you again but it turns out that he did indeed forget you "I'm your best buddy till the end, 'member?" You said as you shook your head, regaining the shine in your eyes in the process.
Camilo was just staring at you, you were like a cartoon character. Everything about you seemed cartoonish, the way you talked, your movements, the way you glitched and just overall you just seemed like something straight out of a cartoon but camilo didn't feel a warming sensation like he would feel when he watched cartoons, he felt fear and a dark aura coming from you like, you were plotting to do something to him.
He didn't wanna piss you off so he nodded shyly "Oh yeah! I remember now..glitchy..?" Camilo said hoping that, that was your name as he didn't exactly know but it was the best guest he had and you nodded "Yup! 'M glad that you remember me! We can have fun like we always did!" You yelled as you began floating in the air slowly and you ranted about all the things you two could do together as camilo just observed.
Camilo hadn't known what the fuck was going on but it definitely wasn't good "But, one rule!" You yelled as you swayed your arms and camilo tilted his head confused and intrigued on what you were talking about "And what's that?" He asked and you floated towards him and put your gloved hands on both sides of his face then smiled showing your razor sharp teeth as you started to glitch more rapidly "No one else can come." You said as your eyes then went black making camilo more frightened than he ever had been in his life "Just glitchy and camilo." You said as your glitching started to speed up and happen more rapidly than before.
Camilo didn't know what kind of monster he just released but he didn't want to know but he knew that he'd have to oblige to everything you wanted because he was scared, scared that you were going to hurt him and he was right.
You would hurt him if you had to, if it's what you had to do to keep him with you, forever.
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arepacuacamilo · 2 days ago
Even though it looks mean, I still want it
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super-cosmos14 · 22 hours ago
“Impresióname“ (Chapter 2)
Camilo Madrigal x Reader
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You and Camilo instantly connected after that day. Although, he could be a bit playful, you didn't mind. Having a friend or two was all you've ever wanted.
Mirabel seemingly didn't know, but today, she came up to you suddenly, "So, I see you've met my cousin." She said with a smile. "Antonio?" You questioned. The glasses-wearing teen giggled, "No, Camilo." You nodded your head, "Oh, yeah! He's pretty cool. I mean, not like the rest of you aren't cool or anything-" "No, no, I get it!" Mirabel replied, stopping you from continuing your oncoming banter.
You were on your way home from the market when she caught you, so you turned to her, "Hey, Mira, uh, I have to take this stuff home. It's pretty heavy and dinner will be starting soon." You explained, arms straining while trying to heave you and the produce along the road. The young girl gasped in realization, one of her excited smiles spreading across her face, "HOW ABOUT YOU JUST HAVE DINNER WITH US? FOR REAL, THIS TIME!" She yelled excitedly.
You jumped at her shouting, but looked at her, "I-I don't think I should. My parents will wonder where I am and I don't wanna intrude on your family dinner-" You started, but Mirabel stopped you, slapping a hand over your mouth with a grin, "No, it's fine! Come on!" She urged, grabbing your hand. You held on tightly to the heavy items in your arms as your friend ran with you towards her home, "But, Mirabel!-" You tried to shout, but she was already too deep in her thoughts of introducing you to her entire family. You sighed internally, letting go of her hand and following behind her on your own.
Once you both arrived at Casa de Madrigal, she stopped, breathing heavily. She opened the gates, rushing inside and cheering loudly. You were tired from running with all of the food, you almost fell over and dropped everything, but you were surprised when some vines slid by you, grabbing all of your stuff before it fell. "You okay, Hun?" A sweet vice spoke. You looked up, seeing Isabela. "O-Oh, yes, Ms. Isabela! I'm fine!" You reassured.
She smiled graciously, then looked at her sister with furrowed brows, "Mirabel, why didn't you help your friend here?" Isabela questioned, grabbing your hands and lifting you up with little force. "Oh, lo siento, Y/N." She apologized with a nervous laugh. "Who's this young lady?" Another voice called from the balcony. You looked up, seeing Alma Madrigal, Mirabel's grandmother. You stood up fully, "Um..." You started. You couldn't move your mouth to speak. You were anxious since it wasn't everyday someone like you got to meet the amazing Madrigal's.
"This is, Y/N! She's a friend from town!" Mirabel introduced you. You waved a little, smiling as the aged woman made her way down the stairs and in the courtyard to stand in front of you. "Well, it's wonderful to meet you, señora." Alma said with a small smile, holding your hands in her own and bowing her head to you. "Why don't you join us for dinner? It's getting late, venir también." She said, pulling you further into the house.
You turned to gaze at your friend next to you and she gave a thumbs up, a beaming smile on her face.
You didn't expect them to invite you in so willingly, let alone treat you like their own family. Your heart warmed at this and you happily followed Alma, Isabela, and Mirabel into the kitchen. "Julieta, we have a guest. You might want to make more arepa con queso." She said. A middle-aged woman, who was throwing something onto a stone slab on the counter, turned to look at you. "Oh, is this the friend you've told me so much about, mi vida?" She said, looking at Mirabel.
So, this was Mirabel's mother? She's very pretty. You waved a little, watching in awe as Isabela's beautiful plants gently carried your things and placed them on the table. You thanked her and she nodded, going to help her mother. "Why don't you look around? Dinner will be ready in a moment, you both have time." Alma said, making your friend grab your hand and pull you upstairs.
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bozowrites · 2 days ago
Hii! Congrats on 4000!!! ✨
b, u, z for Camilo please ;u;
letters : b, u and z.
character : camilo madrigal
a/n : between exam week and projects plus studying, i've been too tired to write, but i have finally done something! albeit small, it still counts. enjoy :)
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B is for Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o?)
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U is for Unencumbered (what relaxes them?)
being with his mom and you. just sitting and watching clouds pass by is simply the best way to relaxe.
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Z is for Zebra (what kind of pet would they want with their s/o?)
cat, dog, lizard, donkey, he's not picky. as long as it loves him more than they do you, he's good. and yes, he will compete for their love.
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caramellahoney · a day ago
literally taking a marker and playing connect-the-freckles on camilo. then forgetting and going down for dinner and the teasing that follows
pairings: Camilo Madrigal x GN! Reader
genre: PURE FLUFF!
warning/s: none
a/n <3: hehe fluff
Camilo rubbed his hands up and down on your back, having a quiet conversation with you. You came over to have dinner with his family but since preparations were taking too long, you two ran up to his room to have a quick cuddling session.
You were currently laying on top of him, with your head on his chest. Camilo slipped his arms underneath yours so he could pull you up. You leaned up and placed a small kiss on his jaw but apparently that wasn't enough for him.
"You missed, my lips are here." Camilo muttered, pursing his lips at you teasingly. You rolled your eyes and pushed his face away.
Deciding to be petty, you rolled over so your back was facing him. Camilo did not like that at all. He whined and threw his arm over your torso, pulling you against him to rest his chin on your shoulder. His lips were still pursed, trying to press a kiss against your face. You laughed and twisted in his grip, trying to avoid his lips. He quickly shifted into Luisa and easily turned you around so you were facing him again. Smirking, he shifted back and pressed his lips on yours.
"That's cheating." You muttered against his lips but eventually gave in and threw your arms around his neck. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and Camilo hummed happily. He squeezes you tighter, pulling you even closer against him. You pull away and ease into him, enjoying the natural warmth that emanated from your boyfriend.
"Guapo." You muttered as your eyes lovingly scan his face, taking in every feature that couldn't be seen from afar. Camilo's cheeks flushed red, coughing awkwardly to mask his flustered state-which he was horrible at hiding. You brought your finger up to trace his freckles, an amazing idea popping up in your mind.
A mischievous smile appeared on your lips and you immediately jumped out of his bed, running over to one of his cabinets in the room. Camilo groaned at the loss of contact, his arms reaching out for you. You ignored him and continued digging through his drawers, you swore you saw it in here somewhere.. You grinned victoriously and pulled out the washable marker.
Turning back to Camilo, you smirked. He froze seeing the look on your face, what devious little plot were you planning?
You plopped down on the bed and straddled his lap, grabbing his arms to pull him up. You quickly held his face in your hands. Camilo adjusted himself so he was sitting up while his hands gripped your waist. He still looked confused as you popped the marker open and pressed it against his face.
"Huh-" Camilo squinted his eyes as you pressed the marker against his freckles. He caught on to what you were doing and quickly pulled his head away when you tried to move the marker. You whined and gripped his collar to pull his face close again and Camilo felt his hands sweat at the proximity. Well...the marker is washable sooo-
"Fine, whatever my amor wants." Your grin and giddy expression was what made it all worth it in his eyes. He rolled his eyes playfully when you started drawing lines across his freckles. Everytime you finished connecting two freckles together, you pressed a kiss against his face. Needless to say, he enjoyed the attention and affection he was currently being showered with.
Deciding to change it up a bit, you connected a couple of freckles together to form hearts; pressing kisses against them afterwards. You pulled back and examined your masterpiece, laughing at the random hearts framing his face. You squealed and engulfed him in a hug, making him fall back onto the bed.
He grinned and hugged you back, pressing kisses on your face for payback. A knock interrupted your cute little couple moment making Camilo frown.
"Dinner time! Camilo get your ass down here!" Mirabel shouted, knocking loudly against his door.
"We were having a moment, Mirabel!" Camilo groaned, annoyed. You quickly climbed off of him and grabbed his hand to pull him off the bed but he didn't budge. Camilo just smirked as you tried to haul him out of bed. You yelped when he suddenly tugged on your arm, making you fall against his chest. He trapped you in his embrace, pretending to fall asleep while he fake snored loudly.
"Camilo! I'm eating all of the dessert!" Your boyfriend immediately jumped off of bed, throwing you over his shoulder as he ran towards the door. He slammed it open and gently set you down, running after Mirabel.
"YOU BETTER NOT!" You shook your head and followed the two bickering teenagers. You walked into the kitchen and smiled brightly when Pepa engulfed you in a big hug.
She released you and opened her mouth to speak but paused when she saw Camilo's face. 'Aww'-ing, she walked over to Camilo and squished his cheeks. Camilo feigned embarrassment and tried to push her away.
"Ohh nice drawings Camilo, who's the artist? Y/N?" Isabella snickered, pointing to the markings on his face. Camilo froze and grabbed a nearby mirror, seeing the hearts you drew on his face. His entire family erupted in laughs, hollers and cheers. Camilo pouted but made no effort to erase the markings on his face.
You smiled to yourself internally, Connect-the-freckles was a very fun game, 11/10 you were doing this again.
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justanothercamilofan · 2 days ago
we need more Camilo Madrigal x Male Reader enemies to lovers around here, so do you mind writing one? 👀👀
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i spent a whole HOUR reading shit on how to make a good enemies to lovers fanfic HAHAHAHHAHA
this is my favorite trope, but im not experienced when it comes to writing it JSKADKJASDJKA so i hope that this is good enough
possible part 2 for this?? maybe??
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Camilo Madrigal. Honestly, If it weren’t for the fact that his family has done so much for the town and that they all had powers, you would’ve punched him square in the face without any hesitation. Everything he did angered you, his stupid shit eating grin, all the teasing and pranks he’d pull on the townsfolk – on you. God, the mere thought of him was enough to get your blood boiling.
It seemed like the two of you had absolutely nothing in common, except for the mutual hatred you shared. Camilo despised you just as much as you did to him, you were no fun to be around, boring and so easily irritated. He always made it his goal to keep people happy. Mirabel, his prima, describes him as ‘someone who wouldn’t stop until he makes you smile today.’ But when it came to you, he wanted nothing more than to see you all pissed off.
The town knew about this, of course. The both of you aren't exactly subtle about it, nor did you try to hide your burning hatred for each other.
"Can I get you anything?" The shopkeeper asks. You were sent out by your parents to buy a few things for them, this was your last stop before you could head back home. "Salt and pepper, please."
The shopkeeper turns around for a few seconds. And when they turn to face you again, some sort of powder was being blown on to your face. You quickly wipe it off on your sleeve, the person behind the counter erupts into laughter. The 'shopkeeper' melts back into his original form. "Camilo! What the hell?!" You exclaim, glaring at the boy. "Chill out, (name), it's just a prank!" He wheezes.
You march out of the store, face red with anger. You'll just tell your parents they ran out of salt and pepper, they'd understand. Camilo decides to follow you, much to your dismay. "What do you want?" The boy grins at you and you want nothing more than to slap it out of his face. "Leave me alone, Camilo. I don't have time for you and your stupidity." He lets out a loud, exaggerated gasp at that. "Oh, how you wound me, (name)!" Camilo places the back of his hand against his forehead, eyes shut.
"Stop talking to me and get out of here, I don't want people to think we're friends."
He snorts. "Trust me, nobody thinks that way."
You don't respond to him, only picking up your pace in hopes that it'll get him to leave you alone.
It doesn't. Instead, he goes on and tells you about his day. Which you didn't ask for, by the way. It's obvious that he's doing it just to tick you off... and it sure as hell is working.
"You know, cariño, maybe if you were a little nicer to me, we could be friends."
Your heart flutters at that. Out of anger, of course. Your jaw tightens, clearly hating the nickname. It was a term of endearment, but the way he used it only made you feel annoyed.
"You know, Camilo, maybe if you weren't such a mischievous prick, we could be friends." You retort, he chuckles. "And don't call me cariño."
There it is again, that stupid grin. "What're you gonna do about it, huh, cariño?" He teases with a flirty tone. Your face feels hot all of a sudden, you assume that it's out of anger. It takes every last bit of your self control to not lash out at him. "Ohoho, what's this? (Name), are you blushing? That's so gross."
You turn away from him, scowling. "I'm not— Dios mio, you're so annoying! Don't you have chores to do?"
"I've finished them all, amor. We can spend time together now." He teases you, winking.
You grimace, stomach churning in disgust, Camilo scoffs at your reaction.
"Fine, I'll go! Jeez, you don't have to look at me like that. You really are no fun, (name). No wonder you're still single." He sticks his tongue out at you, before running off. "How childish..." You mumble under your breath.
Somehow, you couldn't help but feel a little... hurt. Was that true? You know how to have fun, surely. You didn't want to think too much about, so you just headed home.
The sun has risen, indicating the start of another morning. You decided to take a stroll around town, it was peaceful... or so you thought.
From the distance, you spot Camilo. He was occupied by a group of kids. One of the children recognizes you and drags Camilo over. This day was starting off really well, wow. "(Name)! It's you! Do you want to join us? We should play again!" The little girl, Cecilia, said. Should you say yes? If you agree to join them, you'd have to he around the pain in the ass Camilo, but you didn't have the heart to reject a child for no reason.
"Okay, I'll join. It's been a while since we last played, no?" You smile warmly at all of them. "Oh, have you met Camilo? He's joining us too!" Another kid, Roberto, spoke. You and the said boy chuckle. "Yeah, we keep meeting." The two of you respond simultaneously. "Yay! Since we're all friends here, let's go play now!" The kids cheer altogether before dragging you and Camilo off.
The children wanted to play a game of Hide and Seek. One of the kids volunteered to be It, so you let them. As the child counted to ten, you quickly went behind one of the nearby trees. You hear rustling nearby and someone grabs you, nearly causing you to scream. The person pulls you to their chest, slapping a hand over your mouth. "It's just me, cariño. Don't scream."
His whisper sends a shiver down your spine. Your heartbeat picks up, cheeks heating up at how close you are to him. What the hell is he doing here anyway? This was your hiding spot. Camilo lets go of you, placing a finger over his lips. "Go find another spot." You quietly say, glaring at him. He raises a brow at you, "I got here first, you leave."
Gladly, you thought. But just as you were about to move away, the kid leaves his spot, beginning the search. If you left now, you'd get caught. You turn back to Camilo and he smirks at you, "Guess you're stuck with me for a while."
It didn't take too long before you were found.
The two of you play more games with the group. Camilo notices how... different you are. You were much nicer, friendlier. You actually smiled and laughed. It was a weird sight, he wasn't used to it, but instead of the usual disgust he'd feel... it was something more pleasant. When it came to him, you weren't this lively.
You felt the same way as well. You've heard around town that Camilo was good with kids, you just never believed it. The guy has been nothing but a total prick to you, (though you were the same to him, so I guess it's even) constantly pulling pranks on you and teasing you to no end.
Time passes by rather quickly when you're having fun. Before any of you were aware of it, the sun started setting and the kids has to go home. You promised them that you'd play with them again some other time though, and they were happy to hear that.
"You know, (name), maybe I misjudged you." Camilo starts, you turn to him with a confused look. "I thought you were some boring guy with no personality. You never laughed at any of my jokes, you were always so hurtful with your words..." He pauses to wipe a fake tear and you roll your eyes at his dramatics. "But I think this day made me realize that you might not be so bad."
You cross your arms over your chest. "I guess it's the same for me...? It's weird seeing you not... piss me off every five seconds, but it's better this way. You aren't so bad yourself, Camilo. Now if only you weren't such a prick..."
"Hey! I'm not even doing anything to you right now!"
"Chill out, Camilo, I was just kidding." You say, giggling. The boy looks at you weirdly.
You lift a brow. "What's with that look?"
"Sorry, I'm not used to us not... bickering with each other."
Perhaps there's still a chance that the two of you could get along.
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pepasfavorite · 2 days ago
Can I request a Camilo x reader, where the reader is not used to speaking Spanish but they still try to speak it because they it's fun but they do tend to get embarrassed when they say the wrong word or they say a word wrong
Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful night/day!
hiii!! i love this req sm, it may be a bit short so i hope u don’t mind!!!
which sounds better? te quiero or i love you?
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camilo madrigal (he/him) x gn!reader (they/them)
warnings: none i can think of
[461 words]
a/n: i hope u like this!! it was fun to write ^_^
you and your boyfriend, Camilo, had planned on hanging out today, you walked to your usual spot, a clearing in the woods where a pond was planted, Camilo had already been there, his feet in the water. as he turned to look who had come his mouth broke into a grin as he got up and walked over to you,
“hola, mi amor,” Camilo had called you ‘mi amor’ so much you just remember it means ‘my love’ now.
“hola, Camilo!” your voice wavered a bit, unsure about your pronunciation, Camilo took notice of this and put his hands on your shoulders, “ay, that was good y/n! don’t worry!” you giggled as he kissed your face.
you both had settled down, it had been a few hours since you first arrived, the sun beginning to set as both of you laid on the blanket Camilo had set up.
“whats ‘i love you’ again? is it te amor?” he giggled as you cheeks flushed, knowing you had been wrong, “ay, shut up” you lightly smacked his chest as he coughed a little in his laugh.
“lo siento, mi cielito, ‘i love you’ is ‘te quiero’” he turned his head to see you already gazing at him, his curls falling in front of his face.
“te quiero, ‘Milo” his cheeks reddened as he gave a small grin and looked back up at the sky, “what Camilo? did i say it wrong?” he laughed again,
“ha, no amor, i was just wondering, which sounds better? ‘i love you’ or ‘te quiero’?” you two giggled and just layed there, staring at eachother once more, both your eyes filled with love, before long Dolores came, both of you looking at her as you heard her squeak when she found you to,
“lo siento, hermano, mamí wants you home” Dolores quietly spoke as Camilo stood up, sticking out a hand to help you up. Camilo stuck the blanket on the ground back into the basket he had brought, holding it out to his sister.
“Dolores, do you mind taking this back to Casita? im going to walk y/n home.” Dolores nodded and took the basket, bidding a ‘goodbye’ and ‘goodnight’ to you as she headed out of the woods, you and Camilo following in suit. Once you two had gotten to your house, you gave your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek,
“buenos noches, ‘Milo, te quiero.” you had said to him as he cupped your cheek. “i figured out which sounded better,” is what he replied, you raised an eyebrow at him.
“i don’t care whether you say ‘i love you’ or ‘te quiero’, i just care if it’s from you,” he giggled as you blushed, smacking his arm a bit.
“te quiero, y/n”
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solcamilo · 5 hours ago
No smut for camilo/ mirabel even with them aged up? (Just making sure here, no judgement!)
thanks for asking! and no i won't be writing smut for them regardless if they're aged up or not because canon they're 15 and its rly weird for me to write smut for them even if i've "aged" them up.. also i suck at writing smut either way so it's better for me to just avoid it all together
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hup1hty · 25 days ago
Baker Boy
camilo madrigal x fem!reader 
Summary: your boyfriend adores all of the sweet treats you make for him and tries to return the favor
The smell of smoke wafted through the air as you walked towards Casita. You could hear Julieta cry,
You hesitate before you twist the doorknob, contemplating turning around. Before you could make that decision, the door opened and revealed a thundering Pepa. The rain stopped for a moment when she saw you, her face lighting up momentarily. 
You greeted your boyfriend’s mother as she ushered you inside of the house, where the smell of burning became more prominent. You coughed into your sleeve before being embraced by Camilo. Ashes and soot covered your body as he held you tighter. Wrinkling your nose at the smell of him, you gently pushed your boyfriend off of you. You looked at him expectantly, wanting an explanation for why the house was in ruins. 
Pepa was using her rain cloud to put out the rest of the fires near the stove and Julieta was desperately trying to recover her ingredients. Camilo chuckled awkwardly and said, 
“I was trying to cook for you, you know, like how you always make stuff for me.”
You laughed, exasperated. Your boyfriend’s sweet gesture turned his house upside down, his cousins laughing at the chaos and his siblings helping the adults rid the kitchen of smoke. 
You could see Pepa staring daggers at the back of his head and you were sure the moment you left Camilo would get lectured. Brushing some ashes out of his hair, you led him outside, thinking he could do with some fresh air.
“Next time, leave the cooking to me.” You joked, intertwining your fingers together. 
“Really? I thought the cake tasted quite nice.” He laughed.
Your face twisted into one of disgust.
“That was cake?”
i kind of just rushed to finish this 
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secret-ssociety · a month ago
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
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.
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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wwillowtrees · 18 days ago
Forehead touching. Forehead kisses.
camilo madrigal x gn reader | feminine aspects written, but honestly it’s not that much.
not-beta read, we die like casita.
You smiled softly, looking up from your book to see your lover. It was a quiet morning, a rare occurrence for the Madrigals as it seemed like those people could never catch a break. Their schedules usually filled to the brim with chores, not a single second for themselves, but not today.
Naturally, your boyfriend decided to spend his day with you.
“Milo?” You called out, folding the corner of the page you were reading on.
Camilo looks at you before looking back up for a moment, eyes on the rubber ball that he kept throwing at the ceiling of your room seconds before.
“Un segundo.”
With one hand, he swiftly catches it, and you feel your heart begin to swell as you see a small smile forming on his face at the impressive move.
“Need anything mi vida?” He asks, turning to face you, his gaze never leaving as he drops the small toy to his side.
He tilted his head slightly as he patiently watched you place your book on the nightstand near you.
“Mhm, affection.” You reply cheekily, crawling over to him.
Camilo chuckled, his eyes full of love as he stared at you.
“About time!” He teased, wrapping his arms around your waist as you made yourself comfortable on his lap.
You scoff.
“Dios mio, it hasn’t been that long.” You retorted, though, your actions quickly contradict your voice as you gently cupped his face. Camilo shook his head in endearment, his curly hair flowing around at the action.
“Mhm.. whatever you say.” The shapeshifter murmured, his voice slurred at the touch of your warm hands. You rolled your eyes at your lover’s antics while your boyfriend simply smiled in return.
“I,” You began, placing a soft kiss on Camilo’s lips.
“Love-“ Another kiss.
“You.” And another! Well..
Maybe more than just three, but come on now! He had such a kissable face!
How could you resist the temptation to kiss every single one of those pretty freckles that resembled the bright stars scattered across the night sky, or even that empty canvas that is his forehead which was just waiting to be painted with your lipstick, and don’t forget his cheeks too!
Besides, who was complaining? Certainly not you, nor him.
As you continue to pepper your boyfriend with your kisses, he giggled with each one, tightening his hold on you.
You ended with one last kiss to the lips, pulling away to see a lope-sided smile on Camilo’s face, his muddy green eyes shining brightly as he stared into yours.
God he was absolutely drunk on your love, and you savored every second of it.
You laughed, throwing your head back as Camilo smiled even wider at the sound of your laughter.
“You’re an absolute idiot mi amor.” You said, using two of your fingers to gently push him, his back hitting against the headboard of your bed.
“Yeah, yeah.” Camilo replied nonchalantly, grabbing your hand and pulling you close, your foreheads touching due to the lack of space.
“I love you too querida, y te amaré por siempre.”
“Woah! Have you’ve been malled by a tiger Camilo?!” Félix shouted, laughing loudly when he saw his son walk through the entrance door with lipstick all over his face.
Camilo groaned, hiding under his yellow poncho.
“Stoppppp!” He shouted, dragging out each syllable while he scurried away to his room. If he wasn’t in such a hurry, he would’ve seen the worrying rain cloud turn into a beautiful rainbow on top of his mother’s head when her husband explained what he had seen to her in full detail.
He flopped onto his bed, rolling around in hopes of getting the embarrassment off his body.
Of course he forgot to wipe off your lipstick, so enthralled by you and your stupid beauty that he forgot to think for himself! His pride!
He’ll never hear the end of it from his familia at din-
Oh dear god, he forgot about dinner.
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levithestripper · 19 days ago
I have no shame, anonymous thingy off, can you pls write for Cam <3 no specifics tbh I just love him
Misc. Romantic Headcanons with Camilo Madrigal
✩ Masterlist! ✩
✩ Warnings: gender-neutral reader ✩
✩ Taglist: @ban-canram ✩
✩ Length: 1.2k || Read on Ao3 ✩
✩ A/N: hey i love you and i love Camisole here you go <3 expect a part 2 soon ✩
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Camilo is singlehandedly the most clingy boyfriend you’ve ever met. He refuses to let go of your hand. Doesn’t matter where you are. You’re holding his hand, and you’re gonna have to deal with it. When Cami has something he wants to show you, he laces your fingers together and pulls you along.
Kisses. Kisses all day, every day, constantly. Nose kisses, forehead kisses, kisses on the back of your hand, kisses up your arm like Gomez from Addams Family. Camilo gets the last one from his father, who does the same thing to Pepa.
Camilo’s love language is physical touch and acts of service. He makes the bed in the morning, makes you breakfast, even does some of your chores for you if he has time. At dinner, he sets a place for you next to him at the dinner table so he has an excuse to a) constantly bump your hand when he passes you stuff, and b) so he can easily press his leg against yours underneath the table.
He lets you wear his ruana!!!! He sees you shivering one day when you forgot to bring a jacket, so he slips his off and puts it on you. Cami wraps you up like a lil’ burrito <3 He also uses it as an excuse to hug you from behind.
One day, Cami finally convinces you to have a sleepover with him, so he plans the entire day with cute, couple-y things to do. The day begins with breakfast with his family, then right after he speeds through his chores, he takes you on a walk through the forests surrounding Encanto. Camilo leads you to a secluded spot where he had an entire picnic already set up, a wicker basket chock full of his tía Juliet’s arepas, empanadas, and other various snack foods she decided to pack for you two.
While you were eating, Cam notices that you had gotten food on your face; so being the little romantic devil that he is, instead of simply telling you about it, he kisses it off of your cheek. He loves how flustered you get when he does it <3
The rest of the day consists of Cami dragging you around town shopping and watching people perform in the town square. When the sun starts to set, Cam brings you back to Casita, where Isabella was waiting for him with a smirk on her face.
“You having fun, loverboy?” she teases him.
“Isa, shut the fUCK UP—”
When you actually do get to the sleepover part of your day, Camilo is all over you once he gets you inside his room. If you think he’s glued to your hip when you’re out in public together, you won’t believe how glued to you he is in private. Cam’s hands cup your cheeks when he kisses you, the pads of his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He doesn’t go past aggressive make-out sessions, however. Mostly because he doesn’t want to rush the relationship, not wanting to push your boundaries.
Camilo is so lovesick, it’s disgusting. He literally looks like a cartoon character with heart eyes. When he hasn’t seen you in a while, he pushes the food around on his plate because he’s too caught up in his own head thinking about you. Abuela thought he was sick, so she asked Julieta to cook him something but, Dolores spills the beans about his crush on you.
Now, the whole family is invested in Camilo’s crush/relationship with you. Even Casita is in on it. Whenever you come over, Casita moves the tiles so you’re now standing directly in front of Cami. Like, nose to nose, can feel his breath on your skin, kind of close. It makes Cami super duper flustered, which is a wonderful bonus. Whenever Casita does it, you simply kiss Camilo on the nose and smile at him.
Dolores tells you all about Camilo, even things he thought no one knew about. Like how his heart beats really fast when you’re around, or how his palms get really sweaty when he’s waiting for you to arrive. Or how he paces around his room at night when he’s nervous.
Dolores loves to tease her younger brother about you, elbowing him in the side with a knowing smirk. At dinners, she’ll purposely bring up embarrassing things that Cami’s done, just to see him grow flustered and hide behind his hands, pulling his hair down in front of his eyes. Specifically, embarrassing things that he’s done because you were around. One time, he saw you shopping on your own in town and he stared at you instead of looking where he was going. He ran right into a wall, causing his gift to glitch, making him look fish-eyed.
Camilo loves to entertain you with his gift! He enjoys shapeshifting into people and putting on little skits to make you laugh.
“Hey, mi vida?” he asks, his head cocked to one side.
“Who’s your favorite person?”
You didn’t even have to think about it before replying, the answer obvious. “My favorite person is you, silly.”
Cami asked you who your favorite person was so he could shift into them to use them in a skit, so he wasn’t expecting you to reply with such a sweet answer. It made him feel all soft and mushy on the inside, almost as if he was going to melt into a puddle right then and there. Camilo moves to sit on your lap, his arms wrapping around your neck. “Mmm, cariño,” he groans, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Te amo tanto, mi vida.”
He’s so genuinely in love with you it’s not even funny. In the big foyer of Casita, he’ll teach you how to dance if you don’t already know how. Even if you do know how to dance, he’ll show you new moves he’s made up recently, or he’ll just opt to sway around with you like a slow dance. Camilo stares at you unabashedly when you’re looking down at your feet as you try to match his footsteps, only looking away when you catch him staring. Once you get the hang of it, Cami’ll spin then dip you, allowing him to smirk and kiss you like the romantic he is.
It’s always either early in the morning before everyone else is awake, or later at night when the sun is setting when he dances with you. He chooses those times specifically since he loves the way the rising/setting sun washes over your pretty features. And it’s typically when most of his family is out of the house, giving you two some alone time together outside of his room.
Camilo will fall asleep in your lap sometimes when you two’re snuggling together. At first, it starts off with him resting his head on your shoulder before it eventually evolves into him sliding down enough for his head to fall into your lap. You always run your hands through his soft, curly, golden-brown hair. Whenever you do, a smile appears on his face, even when he’s sound asleep. You keep a hand free, so you’re able to trace the soft curves of his face, the pads of your fingers running back and forth over the bridge of his nose and over his eyebrows.
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jensrose · 20 days ago
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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?”
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.”
“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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