I imagine something like that after not getting his gift
It's not even half of the Camilo requests I have !!!!!
Good god are you guys gonna get fed
Camilo with a S/O who’s Japanese
. Camilo thinks your absolutely adorable
. He thinks your so pretty cute and that your a goddess
. If you met his family they’d ask you to cook some food from you culture Miso Soup, Tempura , Curry Rice , etc
. You were hopeful they’d at least say the food is good
. They happily ate everything you served without hesitation
. you were over the moon when you saw a rainbow over pepa’s head
𐚱 you were over in the marigals house alma was talking about grand children and Dolores’s wedding you just sat there next to Camilo your adoring boyfriend who begged for you to be present next to him while they talked claiming it was too boring and with Alma’s approval and your family’s you were eating dinner at their house Camilo kept talking about how he wanted to eat lunch with you tomorrow before he got interrupted by his mother
𐚱 “ Y/N you cook?” She asked almost amused wondering what dishes you can cook sense well the whole town knows your culture is different and they wanted to give the food a taste “ well a li-” “ A little that’s fine how about you cook lunch for us tomorrow”
𐚱 at first you were hesitant but after they told you that they’ll make extra food so all you had to do was cook some well not some just the portion of the Whole family which you gladly agreed to do
𐚱 When they tasted the food you were nervous sweating hoping they liked it a little maybe just at least one thing from the food? You worked so hard on it
𐚱 luckily there were some stuff they didn’t like but were more willing to eat all of it
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Pairing(s): Camilo Madrigal x oc
Summary: Camilo learns that there is one thing messier than being in love with his best friend: realising that he is
A/N: Writing this I started imagining Antonia and Camilo signing together to you're gonna go far, kid by the offspring and I swear that if I had the slightest bit of talent, I would draw it
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It would be wrong to assume Camilo was the kind of kid that enjoyed going to school, the ordeal was as boring as it was annoying, but there was one thing that he hated more than going to school itself: how late Antonia always made him.
She was usually a really timely person, showing up at the indicated hour for everything unless something completely out of her power delayed her. It was Camilo who, on the other hand, had to be instructed to arrive places earlier to have him get there on time.
But school, school made the roles reverse. Antonia was so careless with the entrance hour, she made Camilo stress over not being there in time.
And she couldn't even blame her delay on Mateo, because the kid was standing beside him, chatting away with Antonio while the older boy scratched his eyebrow compulsively.
"Mi vida, please!" He pleaded trying not to sound angsty, making the two young boys stifle their laughs on their forms not very subtly. "What are you two laughing at? You're going to be late too."
"When your vida comes down," Mateo ignored his question, printing a mocking tone into the nickname, "will we have to ignore that you look at her pretty?"
Camilo arched an eyebrow, taken back by the question. "Look at her pretty?"
"Like papá looks at mamá." Antonio explained.
He felt a rush of blood coming up from his neck at the comparison. When Félix looked at Pepa it was like the world stopped spinning, it was more of a gaze, an urge nurtured by some sort of romantic obsession, like the smallest glance at her made him fall in love all over again, he had grown up seeing that look.
It would be a flat out lie to say there wasn't something special in the way he looked at Antonia, a particular glint, Camilo knew that, but to say that it was the same look his dad gave his mom was a lot. He looked at her like someone looks at their best friend.
"Camilo, I can feel your exasperation from my room," Antonia said with mockery, coming down the stairs with a bunch of clothes hanged on her forearms. Alright, maybe he looked at her like the pretty girl that happened to be his best friend.
Antonia always wore a white top and the colours of her skirt were usually warm, with special occasions when the fabric of it had beautiful patterns that resembled fish or flowers. She had a particular skirt that Camilo liked with fish that looked like flowers with long petals which she wore for birthdays.
The kids' snickering made him aware that he was staring at Antonia, who seemed to be oblivious as she placed all the wool clothes carefully in a basket, while thinking of the skirt she wasn't even wearing that day.
"Can we go now?" He ushered.
"Yeah, yeah," she brushed off, "hold this." She instructed handing him her bag with school supplies, which he hanged on his shoulder without complaints as she settled the basket on top of her head. "We have to leave these with Claudia." He was tempted to first name her out of stress. "It's on the way!" She said feeling his eyes on her.
"It's not," he muttered but followed her still.
Balancing the basket on her head with one of her hands, she offered the other to Mateo, who happily grabbed it, holding his notebook and pencil on his other arm. Antonio held out his hand for Camilo to grab as well.
The youngest Madrigal had never been one to walk around holding hands with anyone other than Pepa, except for when he was scared, but since he had catched on how often his best friend held his sister's hand, he had started to ask whichever sibling or cousin was near to hold his hand as well. No one ever refused.
For Antonia, the endeavour was quite endearing, although Camilo knew the significance behind it was different for each kid. With Antonio, it was just a soft expression he had picked up from his friend's routine, but with Mateo it was more on account of that argument that often surfaced on the family: the fact that he considered his sister to be a third parent.
Sometimes he wondered if they had always been like that, if Antonia had always perched Mateo up her hip and if he had always waited for her confirmation upon everything their parents said, or if it had started after they all fell sick during their journey to Encanto, when the girl had assumed the weight of her family over her shoulders.
Both options resulted foreign to Camilo, he couldn't remember a single occasion when Dolores had been responsible of him the way Antonia was always of Mateo. He would never so much as suggest that Carlos and Anastasia weren't good parents, but never would he undermine his friend's role in Mateo's care either.
He felt a tug on his hand and emptiness a few seconds later as Antonio ran into his classroom with Mateo following, barely saying goodbye before breaking the hold on his palm. Although ‘hold’ was merely a saying on their case.
Maybe Antonio's hands were too small, maybe Camilo's were too big, but the ‘hand holding’ always consisted of Antonio wrapping his hand around Camilo's index and middle finger while he somehow added his thumb to the equation.
"Your hands are ridiculously big." Antonia stated as soon as he brought up the subject.
Arching an eyebrow, he raised his open hand for her to measure hers against it. It took her a few seconds to understand what he wanted, but finally brought her hand up to his, making sure their palms were lined up. Without warning, Camilo felt the same blush creep up his cheeks upon the feeling of her hand pressed against his.
He gulped somewhat subtly, trying to calm down the fire beneath his skin, and fixed her fingers to line them up with his own. Between her tailoring, her mother's obsession with cleaning and her occasional harvesting with her father, Antonia's schedule didn't run short on manual work, so her hands weren't exactly small, but Camilo's were almost two inches bigger.
Antonia looked at him, the words ‘told you so’ written all over her face, but he remained silent. Not only did he not want to admit his hands were significantly big, her dark eyes had a bad habit of entrancing him. Never in his life he had seen eyes as dark as hers, so black the pupil nearly seemed to melt into the iris.
Mirabel plopped down on her seat, cutting off the moment, and panting from exhaustion. Soon they would be finishing school and Mirabel wanted to help as much as she could on her last year, it was like she provided the intention for school that Antonia lacked. Not long after, the teacher walked in the room and all conversations were cut short.
Camilo really wanted to honour his routine of trying sort of hard to pay attention to whatever topic the teacher was rambling about, but the children's assumption had pulled him into a train of thought he had no hope getting off of. Suddenly he couldn't help but call himself out in the way he got lost into his best friend.
In a matter of two hours he became aware of all the things he unconsciously knew about her, like the exact place she parted her long curly hair and the average length it must have when it was wet, which was probably a little more than Isabela's, or the exact positioning of the five moles across her face and the different shapes they would form if he connected them all.
He just stared at her, rather stupidly, rather shamelessly, stared into the apparent obliviousness of the girl being stared, enraptured in all the smallest things he usually overlooked. The way she readjusted the pencil on her hand every once in a while. How her feet shifted following an imaginary beat. When she stretched, the curve of her neck. The slip of her spine.
"What is it, Camilo?" She finally asked, acquiring some colour on her cheeks.
How had he always been trapped in such a longing for her and only now there seemed to be an awareness of it? So many things he wanted desperately to describe, only to find himself wordless.
"You got a booger." He responded nonchalantly, looking back to the front.
Her hand quickly flew up to her nose, only to find he was lying. Trying not to laugh, she reached out to him and playfully pushed his shoulders several times, until he finally grabbed her hand, holding it silently.
"Camilo, that's my hand."
"I need it to write."
"Learn to write with your right hand like a normal person."
Softly, she started to squirm her hand away from his hold, but he didn't let go. It was true that he wanted to annoy her, but God, did he also love holding her hand. Finally, she wrapped her hand around his index and middle finger, making him laugh.
Oh, the bickering that awaited for his friends to grab a hold of him, he knew their eyes were laid on the two of them, as they did with every contact between them that looked out of the ordinary. Camilo was the object of their derides since Antonia's first day of school, when they were commenting how attractive they found her and he frowned lightly at the discussion.
That moment came as soon as recess started, when his friends approached them and, after greeting Antonia with the peculiar smile all the boys in their grade had for her, they stole him away. As soon as they were a few feet away, the mocking commenced.
By then, it was already something of a ritual: they would start bombarding him with sarcastic questions in which they referred to Antonia as his girlfriend or his beloved, if they were feeling particularly scathing, they would throw ‘the wifey’ in there. Then it would become even more straightforward, endlessly teasing him about the infatuation he always denied.
"She's my friend." He would always say.
"I'm your friend, too." Pablo responded once. "Kiss me, Camilo." He puckered his lips and made the false attempt to kiss him.
He would usually let them get ahead for a while before mocking them back, putting his shape shifting abilities to use and turning into them, a teacher or sometimes their own parents. Once he turned into Nico's father, who he only knew in pictures, and said "see? This is why I left you and your mom."
They all laughed for about fifteen minutes, Julian even started hyperventilating, but he still promised not to do it again.
Today, however, was different. His three friends took onto his seriousness pretty quickly, their efforts to pull any information about his crush out of him became more pulsing and Camilo would have found it all quite funny if only he had a way to explain why he was so absorbed in her, if only it was simply a matter of ignoring them knowing that he had answer.
"Why don't you just tell her that you're in love with her?"
"I'm sure she already knows."
That answer left his mouth before he had any time to think it through, he stared into pure nothingness processing his words and even his friends stared at him in shock. They weren't actually expecting him to confess, much less so bluntly.
Was he in love with Antonia? It was a rather stupid question given that he had just answered it, but still he needed to ask it again. Thinking back on it, he shouldn't be surprised, from their first conversations when he was helping nurse her back to life he had been aware of the way he gravitated towards her.
Still, the realization that he did in fact look at her like Félix looked at Pepa struck him.
The three boys in front of him looked at each other awkwardly, unsure of what to say next, there seemed to be no appropriate response to what had just happened and Camilo's lost stare into the wall wasn't helpful.
Finally, it was Julian who spoke. "You really think she knows?"
And there was the second, equally confusing part of his statement. Had it been simply a defensive way of answering? No, he meant it. Not only that he was in love with her, but that she knew it.
If any of them said they were unaware of the especial fondness they had for each other, one they didn't have with anyone else, that person was to become a liar. Camilo had always been perfectly aware of the peculiarity of their friendship, the distinctiveness of their affection and he knew so did she, it wasn't too crazy to assume that Antonia knew of his love for her.
He shrugged. "Yeah."
Pablo looked out the window, to were Antonia was happily dancing with Mirabel in what seemed the rehearsal of a civic act that had turned into a small party, for the drums that were only used on such occasions marked the beat the two girls stomped the floor to under the flow of their skirts. "Do you think she loves you, too?"
Camilo sighed, his eyes now fixed on the floor. He didn't know. The idea didn't seem that absurd to him, although perhaps he was just fueling his desires, nurturing his love in the possibility that she reciprocated it. "Maybe." Was all he could say.
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Some .3. Unfinished work and doodles
Satisfied, camilo madrigal
Foreword. The artist.
traducido por @secret-ssociety
The Encanto village was hidden among the enormous mountains that stood tall and proud, hoping to reach the clouds. There was always a monotonous peace, guarded by the families that piled up in the little houses in the middle of the beautiful valley, which was splattered by lakes, harvest fields and animal nests.
Colorful homes were squished one next to the other, painting a wonderfully chaotic picture in the midst of wilderness. Animals hid in the large trees and only the meek ones settled among humans, accepting food and shelter.
The cobbled streets were always filled with excited children and working adults. The tired yet easy faces melted into the warm weather the community had been blessed with. Greetings flew from one side to the other given that, being a small town, everyone knew each other.
That morning, with the sun peeking behind the mountains from the east, only the most eager early risers, those who laboured, walked down the street exchanging 'good mornings.'
Only one person seemed to be in a rush at such ungodly hours of the morning.
"You need help with that, Lita?" Señor Jorge, a salesman, asked upon seeing the young girl run with a large basket in her arms and the crowds opening for her passing.
"Worry not, señor Jorge!" She replied with a smile, not turning around for him to see it. Her steps were quick and she nearly lost an espadrille on the way.
Her great brunette curls bounced over her shoulders, barely held by a colorful kerchief that she squeezed over her head, making her big brown eyes visible, as well as her tanned face covered in sweat.
Underneath the staircase that squirmed through the streets, as creeks do around the diverse little houses, Lita had to raise the basket, packed with different things, in her arms to fit between the uneven walls.
The rims of her green skirt grazed the walls and, as soon as she was able to cross, she skipped the two steps that led to the small door, the one that had a little panel with her last name embroidered in big capital letters.
Lita had to knock with the tip of her beige espadrille and, with a crackle, she entered the wool scented house, although the smell was hidden beneath coffee and freshly baked cookies.
"Sorry for the delay!" Lita came into the living room with a grin but stopped, as if she had been struck by lightning, when she saw who her grandmother was eating breakfast with. "Señora Madrigal?"
Alma Madrigal. The matriarch of the Madrigals, the family that had founded Encanto and, simultaneously, had kept the town safe with their miracle.
The woman had a strict aura. It was impossible not to straighten the shoulders in her presence.
"Pimpollo!" Nona's sweet voice allowed Lita to breathe. Her eyes quickly traveled to her grandmother, that smiled warmly at her.
She knew that Nona —whose actual name was Susana, and señora Alma were long time friends, but they seemed to be so different it sometimes surprised her. Sometimes, Lita preferred to think they weren't acquainted.
"Sit, sit! We were discussing some clothes business," None gestured her skinny hand to the chair at the head of the table where Lita was usually placed.
She rested the basket on the floor, given the table was full of breakfast plates, y slid to the head of the table.
Clothes. Discussing clothes was the usual with Nona because, after all, it was how she made a living. She made the clothing for most of the landholders and was always busy with requests.
"It's good to see you, dear," Alma greeted Lita when she sat.
"It sure is!"
"I don't see you much around town," the woman lightly said.
That's the idea, Lita thought of saying, but she simply shrugged and brought the cup up to her lips to avoid having to say something.
It wasn't that she didn't like the Madrigals, in fact, Lita held them in high regard. They were a very loved family and Lita was grateful for their constant care for the town.
When she was younger, she hung out a lot with Camilo and Mirabel, both the same age as her, and they all entertained themselves getting on the eldests nerves. Luisa, Dolores and Isabela hated them back then.
With the years, everything changed.
Camilo claimed his gift and he simply became more requested around the village. Mirabel, despite not having a gift, exploited herself to help others. And the rest of the family also had a great issue with helping people.
Lita had to refuse Luisa lifting stuff for her, tell Isabela she didn't need her to grow flowers on her tiny garden, decline Julieta's food over a cut, keep herself from answering when Pepa asked her what weather she desired that day, make herself deaf to Dolores trying to tell her things she had heard about her and deny Camilo from following her around.
She loved them all dearly, but she hated to see their sad faces when she refused her help and decided it was better to stay away. Lita wanted to do her own stuff. She didn't want to rely on Luisa's strength o Julieta's food.
It always felt like they were being used, like they were merely tools.
Lita had stopped talking to them when she'd turned fifteen and now at seventeen, she was comfortable on her own routines.
"Alma is making some arrangements for her birthday," Nona informed her.
Lita was slightly confused, Alma's birthday was not close. It was at least four months away.
"Turning seventy five is not an everyday occurrence, is it? I want to plan everything out before my family gets a chance to. I have a few ideas." Alma said with a smile. "As I was telling Susi, I want matching clothes for the whole family."
Unbeknownst to her as to why they were telling her that, she nodded.
"I am so excited about dressing them all!" Nona exclaimed, softly patting Alma's hand, which was resting on the table. "Con lo bonitos que son todos."
"Only to my best friend I can trust such an important job," Alma admitted, making Nona blush, "that's why I wanted to talk to you too, Angélica."
"Lita," she clarified, "call me Lita."
Alma seemed unsurprised at the request so, calmly, she nodded.
"I've been told you're a magnificent drawer, Lita."
Lita had to keep herself from looking to the right, where her Nona was seated, and shoot her a look that yelled treason.
She didn't talk about her drawings. It wasn't per se a secret, she just didn't bring it up, so it was very surprising that someone as busy as Alma Madrigal knew such a simple thing about her.
"I'm not that good…"
"She's being humble!" Nona squeaked over Lita's voice. "Let me look for some of her stuff."
Lita pursed her lips once again when Nona got up and disappeared down the hall mumbling she clearly couldn't hear from the distance.
Now she was all alone with the Madrigals' matriarch, a woman that used to inspire terror into Lita when whe was a kid, and she didn't understand how her friends didn't tremble in her presence.
"Why—?" Lita had to cough at how high pitched her voice had sounded. "Why are you interested in my drawings?"
"Do you remember the mural we have at home? I'm not sure if you do, I haven't seen you around our casita in some time…"
Lita remembered. It was some sort of family tree, but if she wasn't mistaken, it only got to Alma's triplets, Pepa, Julieta and Bruno. The grandkids were missing.
"I'm glad," Alma sang, "it needs some updates and I always wanted to renew it now that the children are with us."
"And I heard so much about your drawings. I thought maybe…"
"I found some!" Nona exclaimed, appearing back in the living room with a great amount of Lita's drawings, which she always left around the house.
Alma seemed very interested as she reached out to grab the papers, looking inquisitively at them.
Lita, who at some point had stopped feeling nervous, was now feeling really curious at the possibility of Alma asking her to paint the new mural.
She thought about it. It would be a great growing opportunity, she would have a lot of space to paint in, but at the same time, it meant talking to her old friends.
When was the last time she had talked to a Madrigal? Yes, three months ago, with señora Pepa.
She hadn't said much, though.
"This one is particularly beautiful," Alma noted, causing Lita to raise her eyes to the drawing on her hands.
It was a few months old, but it was pretty. It had been at the last party that had been celebrated in town and the Madrigals, like always, had lit up the place. She had decided to draw her favourite part of the family.
Pepa and Félix were holding little Antonio in their arms while, behind the toddler, Camilo extended his arms to the side dramatically and beside him, Dolores with her floating over her ankles.
The five of them were dancing surrounded by little specks of light and had only a grey blemish for background.
"You're good models," Lita admitted with rather little shame.
Alma smiled proudly.
"This only certains my decision," the woman chanted, with eyes full of love pouring into the drawing. "Lita, dear, would you like to draw the mural?"
Lita couldn't miss the excited squeak that her Nona emitted, but she only pursed her lips.
In her mind there were only old memories of Camilo and Mirabel playing. Her fingers got tangled in the tiny yellow ribbon on her wrist.
"Yes, I would like that very much." Lita answered and saw as the two women sighed clearly relieved.
Betrothed to Another
Thank you now for 151 reactions on my first part which startesd as one-shot-drabble. 😊
Camilo Madrigal x Reader
Their on there twenties. So some years after the movie. No Smut at all because Camilo is original a minor. Just kissing but not to well written! :) Sorry.
Part 1 (One Shot)
Camilo tried his best to celebrate for you. At least he can eat as much he want to. Without he has to shapeshift in someone else.
He takes the next empanadas on his plate. Trying not to watch you dance and smile between the villager and the Madrigals. The sun already disapeared behind the trees. And the candles and lights shine magical.
He sits down next to his brother, who grow up so much. You always got along with him. Camilo loves his brother and he loves him to see him happy with you.
Standing on the side while his feet vibes to the music, it is Mirabel who pulls her cousin to the dancing people. To his parents and all the other.
Soon the music catch him. With laughter he is the old Camilo and entertain everyone. He dances through every guest. Swinging Mirabel, his mother and in the next second he catches your hands.
Camilo rocks with you forward and back and rotates with you in his arms. It was fun till he realize it is you in his arms and whats the purpose of the party is.
But you laugh like everytime you enjoys his company. So he take the feeling. The young man rotates you on one hand, till he catch you after you rotates back in his arms.
His left hand on your hip whole the other hold your hand. You sway with him to the rythmn. His heart beats against his chest amd he has to swallow.
For seconds everyone disapear except you two. He looks at you. Maybe a little bit to much in love. Cause your blush. "Camilo." you begin. "Because of..well...that situation. I don't mean to..."
"I know." he interrupts you. "Don't worry." After all he couldn't hurt you. Even if that means he have to let you go.
"I mistake you for him because of your powers. It was an accident." you whisper. "I am sorry."
For one second it seems like sadness overcomes the joyfull boy. His smile fates. An accident. A mistake. It hurts to hear that. "We are still friends. Aren't we Camilo?" you asks.
His face lights up. "Dios Mio! Of course we are! I said don't worry." With a fake smile he kisses your cheek as friend while he brought you near him grabbing your face on the other cheek and then pushes you rotating in the arms of your finace.
Around him it turns dark. The joy he had with you fates like his smile and he tries not to watch you. As soon as he arrives on the side his sister joins him.
"Do you remember Isabela and Mariano?" she starts.
"Yes" Camilo doesn't look to her.
"I love him and i would have let him married Isa. Even if it destroys me because he was happy and thats all what counts." Dolores looks to him. He is already her height.
Camilo sighs. "It is so hard." His voice cracked and he has to clear his throat. He looks into the eyes of Dolores. "I know. But it seems like they love each other and are happy. Don't ruin it."
Camilos eyes searching for you. In the moment he watches you, he feels so many happiness and hurt in the same time. His heart breaks into thousand pieces. He should follow his sisters advice.
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p : camilo × fem!reader | g : fluff, humor, e2l!au, baker!reader, florist!isabella | w : cursing, mentions of food
a/n : look, I just want to squeeze Isabella and camilo into the same fic somehow because I love them both gosh I wish they had more development I love their relationship but hehe told u I have a camilo brainrot <3 enjoy <3
you sighed, rubbing the sweat off your forehead as you approached the little stall of plants that Isabella ran, panting.
"have— have you seen— wait, give me a minute—"
you exhaled, exhausted, resting your arms on your knees, "have you seen camilo?"
she tilted her head and shrugged. "you haven't?" you asked, standing up properly again. the heat was scorching, and the wafting scent of berries and flowers from her stall smelt so irresistible. A glass of berries and lemonade would be so good right now.
"what happened?" she asked, and your eye twitched.
"what happened?" you almost yelled, making people around the street stare, "that little brat ate all the sugar donuts I baked, and didn't even give a penny!"
Isabella rolled her eyes, scowling, "I literally hate him, but I think he ran in that direction," she pointed ahead, "not so sure, though."
"thanks, Isabella," you smiled at her, grabbing her hand in impulse as a gesture of gratitude, "you're a tru— wait..."
you looked down at her fingers, white and snowy, "why is there powdered sugar on your...fingers?"
Isabella cleared her throat, before snatching her hand away, "uh, I just remembered I have a...uh, parcel to, uh, pick up...yeah."
"bye!" she made a run for it, her flowy hair curled with by the second in the wind and her flowy summer dress folded and grew to form a yellow poncho you were a bit too familiar with. you ran after Isabella, or now, a boy in his true form. he turned around and ran backwards, giving you his signature grin, as of to say, "catch me if you can!"
"FUCK YOU, CAMILO MADRIGAL!"
"I LOVE YOU TOO, Y/N!"
Anytime Agustin plays Joe Arroyo -- you can hear Camilo screaming -- "EN BARRANQUILLA ME QUEEEDO"
If you don't think Camilo Madrigal would absolutely make dancing salsa his b*tch then I'll keep drawing him dancing it until you do 🤷♀️
And again the stuff with my character.
Camilo feels sympathy for Teodoro, but is afraid of being rejected, so he decides to take a risky step - pretending to be Isabela. At first everything goes smoothly and they get closer to Vargas, but there is not much romance. Then Camilo begins to show his feelings as vividly as possible. At first, Teo does not understand the hints, but then Ruben tells him directly that Isa * is in love with him (so the spirits whispered). Then the elder brother Vargas goes to Madrigal to clarify the situation. He finds the real Isabella and begins to explain himself frantically: "I'm sorry, I don't want to spoil our relationship, but I don't love you, I like someone else, so let's stay friends." Isa at first does not understand at all that this youngster imagines himself, but remembers how she saw her own double, and realizes what is happening.
Isa: You don't need to explain yourself to me * pulls Camilo with vines * but to him. Or maybe you should say something, Camilo?
* Ruben knew perfectly well (thanks to the spirits) that Isabela was actually Camilo, so he hoped that his brother would run to confess his love for the real Isa, so that he could gloat later
So in the Encanto discord we all created a boyfriend for Camilo as a community project, and his name is Gabriel and he is a nerd and Camilo loves him so much and this two makes me feel fuzzy inside
I didn't want to do this 😑
Upcoming Fics 22-27
Request are open
because I hate myself apparently
22/01 - Camilo Horror Story
23/01 - Miles Morales x reader
24/01 - Noticed part 3 (Camilo x reader)
25/01 - Sersi x reader
26/01 - Camilo x reader
27/01 - Camilo x reader
Also to whoever requested the Top!Sersi smut- its coming but I don't know how to write a sub female reader apparently
Hello! Hope you're taking requests i think?? I would like to request Camilo Madrigal with an S/O that is Brazilian and knows how to Cook(Brazilian food) and has a portuguese accent and is a real chill person!
A/N: ofc! Thank you for requesting 💖
. Camilo loves that you know how to cook!
. And like not just the food that they eat but food from like your where you lived in!
. He loves it when you cook fold for him! Half the family knows how happy Camilo gets when you cook food for him!
. Sometimes the other family members do ask for you to make some food for them
. And as for your accent
. He wasn’t used to it at first but came familiar to it
.it wasn’t like he was weirded out by your accent
. He just hasn’t heard anything like your voice?
. But he still loves it!
. And he kinda takes like takes over the fact your a like a chill person I guess?
. Man probably hates it when people tells him he’s taking advantage of you
⿻ Camilo keeps bragging about your food like ‘ oh Y/Ns food is like the bestttt’ Then Antonio asked ‘ Oh how about Y/N makes some food for me!’ Camilo starred at Antonio like 😐 ‘ Antonio that wasn’t a funny joke’
⿻ Camilo probably gets mad when someone makes fun of your accent he’d attack a person if they try to like correct you
⿻ i don’t have much on how your like a chill person he probably does stuff like “ oh y/n did it so it’s okay for me to do it” then regrets it and just goes to your house and just tells you that it’s your fault then starts getting on his knees apologizing saying he’s sorry
⿻ dont worrrrrrryyyy if you accept it he’ll bring you some of his aunts food also the town knows abt your relationship
A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t good I’m trying to finish the request at the moment
Feliz cumpleaños, oruguita
Pairing(s): Camilo Madrigal x oc
Warnings: underage drinking, the usual mentions of displacement
Summary: The day of Camilo and Antonia's birthday comes and both families, with the help of others in town, set out to give them the best sixteenth birthday possible.
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Antonia and Camilo having been born on the exact same day was news to everyone, but didn't exactly took anyone by surprised. The two were so in sync it was almost to be expected for them to occur on those kind of coincidences.
Both Pepa and Anastasia had been for a few weeks planning their babies' birthdays when they happened to run into the subject and discovered they had given birth on the same day, finding out later on that all Camilo, Antonia and Mirabel already knew.
Once the rest of the families were filled with the discovery, both Antonia and Camilo were forbid of being part of the planning for the other's celebration while Mirabel was the designated glue between the two operations, since she had the more insight on what both teenagers might want.
The first and more obvious condition didn't need any discussion, they'd want to spend it together.
The pair of course assumed that was inherently part of the plan, but not being sure still made them nervous. Camilo found the whole mysterious ordeal of their birthday surprises rather amusing, the way rooms became silent as soon as one of them walked in, but Antonia, on one hand, wasn't that interested in her birthday and, on the other, didn't love surprises all that much.
It was more so that she could get some peace at night that Camilo followed Antonia in her attempts to find out what the plans were, but it was not easy. His abuela was made of stone when it came to secrets, they would not get so much as a word out of her, their mothers shut down all sorts of questions about the subject before they could even finish talking, Mirabel started playfully ignoring them when they mentioned their birthday and the rest of the family had figured out some sort of code to tell when Camilo was pretending to be someone else.
Finally, they laid their eyes on their baby siblings.
"We—" Antonio started responding before Mateo rushed to interrupt him.
"— can't say anything."
Antonia leaned over her brother with an inquisitive look, "what do you want?" Mateo had a particular talent for keeping secrets, the jar Chapola had broken three days ago and Anastasia thought was simply misplaced was a proof of it, but Antonia knew he usually agreed to put a price on said secrets.
"Cecilia's mom is selling chocolate cookies at her house," Antonia knew exactly what cookies he was talking about, Cecilia had brought some to school and all the children in her grade had experienced a kick of adrenaline that had lasted the whole day. Very few kids were allowed to have them since, "I want those cookies, Toña."
"That's it? You want cookies?" Camilo asked, looking over to his brother for confirmation. He had never been one for blackmail when he was younger, but if he had been, he would've asked for something grander than cookies.
"You want something harder to get, mijo?" The García boy replied in a severity he knew very well how to imitate from the adults before looking back to his sister. "We want ten cookies each."
"You'll get one cookie each."
"Seven cookies each."
"Three cookies each, I won't accept less!" He sentenced.
"I'll get you one cookie to split." She threatened, making Antonio intervene by covering his friends mouth. "We can call it on one each."
The Madrigal boy had somehow expected a more adventurous request in exchange for the secret, but it was as simple as walking to the Ojeda's house and buying two chocolate cookies wrapped in two napkins. There wasn't much danger to it except from when they ran into Carlos carrying a sack of potatoes on his back and had to hid the treats behind their backs, making sure Chapola didn't steal them from their hands.
They met with their brothers not one hour after the initial bargain, in secrecy behind the stables. Allowing the kids to have the upper hand, they gave them the cookies before asking for the information. Chapola wagged around her tail and whimpered watching the boys eat, while ignoring Camilo as he explained her that chocolate would make her sick.
"We don't know anything," Mateo said once they were both finished, to which both teenagers arched an eyebrow.
"The grown ups knew you would come to us," Antonio explained, "so they didn't tell us anything. Thanks for the cookies!" He yelled before running after his friend, that had sprinted in the other direction.
Antonia growled out of frustration and Camilo laughed, patting her shoulders soothingly while the hound placed a hand on the girl's knee, like she was empathizing with her owner's feelings. "It will all be over soon, mi vida," he reminded her.
And to Anastasia and Pepa's despair, soon meant tomorrow. They had spent two good weeks completely absorbed in planning the joint celebration, every little detail was appointed to be perfect, and both had their own way to go about having nervous breakdowns. Clouds started appearing on top Pepa's head, turning into hurricanes more frequently as the days passed, and Anastasia started to clean compulsively. She didn't want Isabela to think she didn't like her flowers, but she couldn't help but sweep the fallen petals of the floors.
The Madrigal's matriarch wondered if maybe she had been as neurotic about birthdays when her triplets were young, or Julieta's composed and peaceful demeanor resembled her a little better. It was her and her raven haired daughter that tried to appease everyone else's nerves, because as much as Félix and Carlos tried to downplay it, they were as stressed with the whole thing as their wives.
Maybe it was the fact that it was Antonia's first birthday in Encanto and the Garcías were so close to the Madrigals, they wanted make all of their firsts in Encanto important, probably Mateo's birthday was going to be equally nerve-wrecking. Maybe it was because it was two birthdays instead of one, so that meant two mothers yelling orders and two families trying to follow them. Maybe it was simply that Madrigals needed those special days to be perfect and Garcías were also perfectionists.
Either way, Alma volunteered to keep an eye on the two new sixteen-year-olds while Pepa and Anastasia overviewed everything for the last time. She thought it would be an easy job until she entered the García household with Isabela and Mirabel the next morning and found Antonia and Camilo fighting with brooms on the kitchen.
"There's only one almojabana left," her grandson explained at her stare.
In silence she walked over to the plate with the conflict source, cut it with a knife and popped one half on each kid's mouth before giving Antonia a felt kiss on the cheek and embracing Camilo in a hug.
The whole day went by in congratulations, presents and food they were constantly handed. They were with Félix and Carlos most of the time, except for the moments were one of their mothers approached and started peppering them both with kisses.
Right after they finished eating the last arepa they were handed, Camilo watched as Antonia was dragged by her cousins back to her house, and reached out to grab another one before he was dragged to the back entrance of casita.
Turned out, the great birthday surprise was a party both families had poured their heart into, which wasn't actually a surprise to Camilo and he imagined, neither was for Antonia. Little of an excuse was needed to get the Madrigals to throw a party. He was just grateful the whole celebration was at the bottom floor of the house instead of his room, as he had feared for a moment.
When he got out of his room, wearing a new linen shirt with golden cufflinks under his characteristic yellow ruana, the house was already packed with people he had to greet one by one, turning into every single one of them as he usually did. He was congratulated with pats on his back and pinches on his cheeks, as well as questions about the presents he had gotten and how did he feel being sixteen.
Taller than yesterday, he'd wanted to respond.
It was about half an hour that he mingled around the guests by Pepa's side before he was rushed by the tiles of casita's floor to the table where the birthday cake was on display and Antonia finally arrived.
In all honesty, it was pretty usual for Camilo to be a little dazzled when Antonia walked into the room, his friends at school sometimes mocked him for it, but there were times when he was completely mesmerized by her. This was one of those times.
She was wearing a white top that fell down her shoulders with little fish embroidered in thread the same colour of her orange cumbia skirt, Camilo didn't know what was that sparkly thing on the corners of her eyes but he couldn't stop looking at it. She accepted congratulations on her way to the table rather anxiously and was quick to find her place on the side of her friend.
Antonia couldn't help but be overwhelmed at all the attention she had been getting throughout the day, for Camilo it didn't seem like anything new, after all he was a Madrigal, but for her it resulted all too strange. Back in her old home, she'd never had big parties for her birthday or gotten the same amount of presents she had gotten that day, her family had never been able to afford it and she had never felt the need. Now they were going to sing happy birthday for them and that was even more terrifying. Subtly, Camilo grabbed her hand for her to squeeze as hard as she needed to.
After the song was over and they blew out the candles, Pepa took a moment to appreciate how much they had grown in the last few months. When they arrived to Encanto, both teenagers were almost the same height, but now Camilo was tall enough for Antonia to nuzzle her head in the crook of his neck without having to bend her own, even when she had grown a few inches as well. They were getting so big, so fast...
"Pepi, are you okay?" Felix asked scaring away the cloud that was forming on top of her head.
"He's so big," she sighed nostalgically, letting her husband hold her lovingly as they watched people come up to her son and his friend while Julieta cut the cake.
Mateo climbed on top of a chair with the help of Antonio and motioned for his sister to come closer so he could cradle her face in his small hands. "Feliz cumpleaños, hermanita. Who's the baby of the house? The new big baby of the house?" He talked to her in a baby voice he had never been spoken to as he distributed kisses across the girl's face in a condescending yet loving manner.
He then called for Camilo and cradled his face as well while the eldest laughed. "Feliz cumpleaños to you too, mijo." He softly patted his cheek a few times.
"He's like a tiny old guy." Camilo commented once the kid disappeared back into the crowd, receiving a nod in response. He pulled Antonia in for a hug. "Feliz cumpleaños, mi vida."
"Feliz cumpleaños, Cami." He smiled at the nickname.
The hug was very short lived, since Mirabel announced her arrival at the table by jumping behind them and embracing them both. The three of them were handed filled cups for the toast, which was as always, led by Alma, and all three made a face simultaneously when they took the first sip, for no one had warned them the liquid on the cups was red wine.
Still, the swallowed heavily, victims of those urges young people have to appear like adults. With that mindset they finished the rest of their cups in only one gulp and the alcohol was quick to weight on their heads because of the speed it had been consumed, it was enough for the adults to decide they wouldn't give them any more.
Yet, the slight drunkenness didn't stop them from dancing the night away. Mirabel danced with one of her friends from school, because whether her dad was playing salsa or cumbia, Camilo was always Antonia's partner. They danced so close to each other, tangling into the other's arms, simply melting into their proximity, perfectly in sync, and Mirabel wondered how much longer it would take them to confess their feelings for each other.
"¡En Barranquilla me quedo!"
Preparing for Christmas 🎄
Preparing for Christmas 🎄,(Christmas with the madrigal family )
Time really past that fast .3.
Have some scenes for pepa, Bruno and Julieta too complete
:,D I will take a rest for now byeeee
satisfied — camilo madrigal fanfic
Prólogo. La artista.
El pueblo Encanto estaba escondido entre las enormes montañas que se erguían orgullosas en la busca de tocar las nubes. Siempre mantenía una paz monótona que era resguardada por todas las familias que se amontonaban en las pequeñas casas en medio del hermoso campo pleno que era salpicado por lagos, campos de cosecha y casuchas de animales.
Casitas coloridas se apretaban una al lado de la otra causando un cuadro pintoresco digno de una obra caótica en medio de la naturaleza salvaje a su alrededor. Los animales se escondían entre los largos árboles y, solo los mansos, se acomodan entre los humanos aceptando comida o refugio.
Entre las calles empedradas siempre estaban llenas de niños excitables o adultos trabajadores. Los rostros cansados pero tranquilos se fundían con el cálido clima con el que la comunidad era bendecida. Saludos volaban de un lado al otro sobre las cabezas ya que, al ser un pueblo pequeño, no había quien no se conociera.
Esa mañana, con el sol asomándose entre las montañas puntiagudas desde el este, solo los más madrugadores, aquellos que trabajaban, estaban caminando por las calles e intercambiaban saludos matutinos.
Solo una persona parecía apresurada a tan impía hora de la mañana.
— ¿Necesitas ayuda con eso, Lita? — preguntó el señor Jorge, un vendedor, que vio a la joven muchacha correr con una enorme canasta entre sus brazos entre la gente que se abría a su paso.
— ¡No se preocupe, señor Jorge! – chilló Lita con una sonrisa pero no se giró a verlo. Sus pasos eran rápidos y casi se le sale una alpargata en el camino.
Sus enormes rizos castaños rebotaban sobre sus hombros y que apenas eran sostenidos por un pañuelo colorido que se apretaba sobre la cabeza de Lista dejando a la vista sus enormes ojos canela y su rostro bronceado estaba lleno de sudor.
Bajo las escalinatas que serpenteaba por calles que se esparcen como riachuelos entre las diversas casitas Lita tuvo que levantar sus brazos con la canasta que reventaba de distintas cosas para pasar entre las paredes desiguales.
Los bordes de su pollera verde esmeralda rozaron con las paredes y, cuando pudo cruzar, subió de un salto los dos escalones que le daban a la puerta pequeña que tenía un pequeño panel de manera con su apellido tallado en letras grandes.
Lita tuvo que golpear la puerta con la punta de su alpargata beige y, con un crujido, entró a la casa con olor a lana húmeda aunque era camuflada por el café y las galletas recién horneadas.
— ¡Lamento la tardanza! — Lita entró a la sala con una sonrisa pero se detuvo, como si un rayo la hubiera golpeado, cuando vio con quien estaba desayunando su abuela. — ¿Señora Madrigal?
Alma Madrigal. La matriarca de los Madrigal. La familia que había fundado Encanto y, al mismo tiempo, había mantenido seguro el pueblo con su milagro.
La mujer tenía un aura estricta. Era imposible no poner los hombros derechos al estar frente a tal mujer.
— ¡Pimpollo! — la dulce voz de Nona hizo que Lita pudiera respirar. Sus ojos fueron rápidamente a su abuela que le sonreía cálidamente.
Ella sabía que su Nona, Susana era su nombre real, y la señora Alma eran amigas desde jóvenes pero siempre le sorprendía tanto lo distintas que eran que a veces simplemente se olvidaba que se conocían. Lita prefiero pensar que no se conocían.
— Siéntate, siéntate. Estábamos hablando de algo de ropa — Nona movió su mano flacucha indicando la silla en la cabecera donde Lita solía sentarse regularmente.
Lita dejó la canasta sobre el suelo ya que la mesa estaba llena de cosas para desayunar y se deslizó en la cabecera.
Ropa. Hablar de ropa con Nona era lo normal porque, después de todo, era su trabajo. Ella hacía la ropa para la mayoría de los lugareños y siempre se mantenía ocupada con varios pedidos.
— Es bueno verte, querida — saludo Alma a Lita cuando ella se sentó.
— ¡Si! ¡Lo es!
— No suelo verte mucho por el pueblo — comentó, al aire, la mujer.
“Esa es la idea” quiso decir Lita pero solamente se encogió de hombros y acercó la taza a sus labios para no decir nada.
No era que no le agradaran los Madrigal, al contrario, Lita los tenía en un pedestal muy elevado. Eran una familia muy querida y Lita estaba agradecida por su constante cuidado en el pueblo.
Cuando era más joven se juntaba mucho con Camilo y Mirabel, ambos con la misma edad que ella, y todos se entretenían molestando a los mayores. Luisa, Dolores y Isabela los detestaban en esa época.
Todo cambió con los años.
Camilo consiguió su don y sus trabajos en la aldea simplemente se hicieron más recurrentes. Mirabel, a pesar de no tener un regalo, se explotaba a sí misma para ayudar a todos.
Además de que el resto de la familia tenían un gran problema con ayudar a la gente.
Lita tenía que negarse a que Luisa le levantara cosas, decirle a Isabela que no necesitaba que hiciera crecer flores en su pequeño jardín, no aceptar la comida de Julieta (La madre de Maribel) por solo un corte, mantenerse alejada de responder cuando Pepa (la madre de Camilo) le preguntaba qué clima quería ese día, hacer oídos sordos cuando Dolores intentaba decirle cosas que escucho sobre ella y negarse a que Camilo la siga por todos lados.
Ella los quería pero odiaba ver sus rostros tristes cuando ella se negaba a su ayuda y decidió que lo mejor era alejarse. Lita quería hacer sus cosas. No quería depender de la fuerza de Lita o de la comida de Julieta.
Siempre se sentía como si los usará como si fueran solo herramientas.
Lita había dejado de hablar con ellos desde que cumplió los quince y ahora, con diecisiete, estaba cómoda en su monotonía.
— Alma está haciendo algunos arreglos adelantados para su cumpleaños — le informo su Nona.
Lita se extrañó un poco ya que no estaban cerca del cumpleaños de la señora Alma. Faltaban por lo menos cuatro meses.
— Uno no cumple setenta y cinco todos los días ¿No es así? Quiero planear todo antes de que mi familia pueda hacerlo. Tengo algunas cosas en la cabeza. — dijo Alma con una sonrisa. —. Como le comentaba a Susi quería ropa a conjunto para toda la familia.
Lita, que no sabía porque estaban explicándole todo eso, asintió.
— ¡Estoy tan emocionada de vestir los a todos! — se emocionó su Nona golpeando suavemente la mano de Alma, que estaba en la mesa, haciendo sonreír a la mujer. —. Con lo bonitos que son todos.
— Solo a mi más buena amiga puedo confiarle un trabajo tan importante — aclaró Alma y Nona se sonrojó ante el halago. —. Por eso también quería hablar con usted, Angélica.
— Lita —corrigió rápidamente Lita. —. Dígame Lita.
Alma no pareció sorprenderse así que, con tranquilidad, asintió.
— Me han comentado que eres una muy buena dibujante, Lita.
Lita tuvo que aguantar las ganas de girar su cabeza a la derecha, donde estaba su Nona, y darle una mirada llena de traición.
Ella no hablaba de sus dibujos. No era un secreto pero ella simplemente no lo mencionaba. Así que si era una sorpresa que alguien tan ocupada como Alma Madrigal supiera de algo tan simplista.
— No diría que soy buena…
— ¡Está siendo humilde! — chillo Nona sobre la voz de Lita. —. Dejame buscar alguna de sus cosas…
Lita volvió a apretar los labios con rapidez cuando su Nona se levantó rápidamente y desapareció por el pequeño pasillo farfullando cosas que ella obviamente no escuchaba desde donde estaba.
Ahora estaba a solas con la matriarca de los Madrigal. Una mujer que cuando Lita era pequeña le tenía terror y no entendía cómo sus amigos no temblaban ante su presencia.
— ¿Por qué? — Lita tuvo que toser cuando su voz sonó más aguda — ¿Porque está interesada en mis dibujos?
— ¿Recuerdas el mural que tenemos en casa? No se si podrás recordarlo ya que no te veo en nuestra casa desde hace un tiempo…
Lita lo recordaba. Era como un árbol genealógico pero, si ella no está equivocada, solo llegaba hasta los trillizos de Alma. Pepa, Julieta y Bruno.
Faltaban los nietos.
— Lo recuerdo.
— Me alegra — canturreo Alma. —. Está bastante desactualizado y siempre quise renovarlo ahora que los niños están con nosotros.
— Y escuché mucho sobre tus dibujos. Pensé que…
— ¡Encontré algunos! — Nona volvió a aparecer en la sala con una gran cantidad de los dibujos que La dejaba en todos lados.
Alma pareció muy interesada y, extendiendo sus manos, aceptó los papeles empezando a darles ojeadas.
Lita, que había dejado de sentirse nerviosa en algún momento, estaba ahora muy curiosa preguntándose si realmente la señora Alma iba a proponerme pintar el nuevo mural.
Ella lo pensó. Sería una oportunidad muy grande para crecer. Tendría un espacio grande donde pintar pero, al mismo tiempo, eso significaba volver a hablar con sus antiguos amigos.
¿Cuándo fue la última vez que hablé con un Madrigal? Si, hace tres meses, con la señora Pepa.
Aunque ella no dijo mucho.
— Este es particularmente hermoso — comentó Alma causando que La levantara sus ojos al dibujo que tenía entre sus manos.
Era algo viejo, debía de tener unos meses, pero era bonito. Había sido en la última fiesta que se había celebrado en el pueblo y los Madrigal, como siempre, habían iluminado el lugar. Ella había decidido dibujar a su parte favorita de la familia.
Pepa y Felix estaban sosteniendo las manos del pequeño Antonio mientras, atrás del pequeño, estaba Camilo con los brazos extendidos a los costados en una pose dramática y, a su lado, estaba Dolores con su pollera flotando sobre los talones.
Los cinco estaban bailando rodeados de pequeñas motas de luz.
No tenía fondo más que una mancha grisácea.
— Son buenos modelos — admitió Lita sin mucha pena.
Alma sonrió orgullosa.
— Esto solo define mi decisión — tarareo la mujer con los ojos llenos de amor puestos en el dibujo. —. Lita, querida, ¿Te gustaría dibujar el mural?
Lita no se perdió el chillido emocionado de su Nona pero ella solamente apretó los labios.
En su cabeza solo le pasaban los viejos recuerdos de Camilo y Maribel. Sus dedos se enredaron en la pequeña cinta amarilla en su muñeca.
— Si, me gustaría muchísimo — contestó Lita y vio como las dos mujeres suspiraban claramente aliviadas.
Betrothed to Another
His niece in her arms open its mouth to yawn. A little cute yawn. While he is watching the baby he is thinking about you.
Your hair. Your bright mischieviouse eyes. How they burn while you laugh.
"Don't look like that" his sister whispers.
Camilo looks up to Dolores. In fact everyone watches him in concearn. Noone has ever seen him in such a mood.
"Do you want second breakfast?" his father suggest.
Julieta answers Felix. "He didn't really eat his first"
"What is it, mi sol?" his mother asks.
Camilo looks into the round. Into the round worried eyes of his relevants.
"Nothing! It-It's fine." He stands up and runs to his room. Everyone watches him leave. Pepa stands up and looks to him, climbing up the stairs. Little clouds above her head.
"Uhm, tio Bruno?" you asks. You found him behind casita in the garden with Antonio. You always call them tio Bruno or Tia Julieta and Pepa. Like they are family.
He turns around to you. "The most wants a vision if they look like that!"
You rubb your neck. "Well, yeah. I am not sure if it would be a happy marriage. Maybe you can calm me down?"
"But you are not sure if you want to hear it."
"Well your vision could be bad."
Bruno comes closer, laying one hand on your shoulder. "They are not that worse. Come. I need space and peace for it."
You follow him inside. Avoiding to getting seen by someone else.
Pepa opens the door. She peaks in it. Finding her son sitting on his bed.
"Camilo. Mi amor, tell me why are you so sad?" she asks. She actually knows why.
Sighing he cross the arms and looks to the ground.
"I am not sad." he reacts quietly.
Pepa shoos the clods befor talking to him again.
"I am your mother and i know if something bothers my baby." she reacts and stops near him.
Without a word she sits down.
"Dolores told me about your heartbreak." She pauses. "She told me about the talk between y/n and Mirabel."
"So you know what happened. I made mistakes and now y/n thinks i am the bad one."
Pepa sighs. "Not exactly but i know that Y/N likes you very much. More then you think. Everyone makes mistakes and it wasn't the last one. Y/N would forgive you"
Camilo throw his hands in the air: "That's the problem. She just likes me a lot. Y/N loves Hernandez! Him alone and not.....not me."
His voice cracked as he said not me.
"Mommy. She/He/They don't love me." He looks into the compassionate face of his mother and feels like a little teen boy who is the first time in love. Seeking for help by his mother.
Camilo let himself fall into her lap. Suprised by the reaction she holds up her hands befor laying them down on him.
"Everything comes how it should be, mi amor. Love always ends up in the right place. Even if it will go the wrong way first and show you later the beauty of the world."
If it isn't you, she know Camilo will find a new better and long lasting love. She knew about his crush on you. Often enough he blushed, stutters and shapeshift accidently in front of you as teenager, till he gets to know you better.
But know she knew how much you likes him. How important he is to you. So maybe you love go the wrong way first and change.
Bruno holds up the green glass. His green glowing eyes fates. He turns the back to you. Hiding the vision. "See it is not that bad"
"Give it to me, if it is not bad or it is, because you hide it?." you yell at him. Reaching with your hand after it.
"You will live a good life with Hernandez!" he tolds you but you don't believe him. Why he don't give you the vision.
"Look if you concentrate on Hernandez nothing bad will happen. You know never dance at two parties, they say."
"Bruno!" You jump to get the vision, turning away from him and look at the green shiny glass.
"No." you start.
"Y/N...It is just a glimpse of the future. Could mean anything." Bruno tries to calm you. "It isn't even..."
Your shoulders rising up and down.
"No...no...No!" you scream and threw it to the side.
With a loud clittering it shadders in pieces.
You run outside the room, the casita, stopping in front of it to see the town.
With a fast heartbeat and sorrow you run in directions of the woods.
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"so, y/n, what do you think if we get out of here and...y'know, leave the party for a little while, just you and me?"
"damn, Camilo, I thought you'd never as— UGH! god, no, no, no."
camilo madrigal, professional shape-shifter and (self proclaimed) comedy genius, paced around the room, shifting between his original appearance and your own, mimicking your voice along as he planned his confession to you for the 19th time that day.
He just couldn't place his finger on what emotion your vivid features would shape to represent when he did confess, and it was no doubt that every grandkid in the house knew what he was planning.
camilo bit his tongue and glanced towards the clock, where he eyed your favorite white jasmine flowers that he (or maybe isabella) had grown for you.
if he had the courage, he would have confessed two months ago, when he started to truly fall for you and your unmatched colors. Although he could appear exactly like you, with your soft hair and with your delicate features, there was no way he could imitate the warmth behind your eyes, or the grace that your smile held, or the gentle aura that radiated off you that caused him to slur his speech and forget what he even looked like.
he groaned, rubbing his face with a stupid smile on his face. He could almost hear casita's tiles and door hinges sigh with disappointment.
"what?" he looked at the window panels, shrugging, "never seen a smitten guy before?"
casita clicked it's tiles.
"oh yeah, go confess to her then!"
the windows made a slick, shuddering noise. Camilo gasped dramatically.
"I do have game! You see those flowers? I knew her favorite flowers! How dare you!"
The door made a creaking noise.
"Dolores did not tell me that!"
the tiles shuffled and shifted on the floor, causing camilo to lose his balance and fall flat on his behind. "Ow! Okay, okay, casita, fine! She did tell me, what about it?"
casita exhaled in triumph. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and camilo stood to his feet, fixing his hair, when you poked your head in, your hair braided with blossoming jasmine. You smiled at the sight of him, opening the door a bit more to reveal your slightly embroidered dress.
"dolores said you'd be in here," you skipped over to him with a present in your hand, "I got you a little something, camilo."
ah, shoot, did she hear me? he thought to himself. Isabella must've invited you hours before the party were to start, now that you were finally back home.
the fresh perfume of the jasmine in your hair took roughly two seconds to fill the room. Your warm fingers grazed ever so slightly against his as you handed him his present, the glittery hue from your strawberry gloss illuminated your smile.
shoot, he was down bad.
"camilo?" you asked, waving a hand in front of his eyes, "are you okay?"
"yeah...yeah!" he pushed the present on his bed, "y'know, you didn't have to, y/n."
"I wanted to, I mean, dolores' big party!" you said with a smile, "congrats for her engagement!"
he scratched the back of his neck nervously and grabbed your hands gently, walking towards the door while trying to hide his burning cheeks, "sheesh! It's hot in here, isn't it, y/n? let's get out of here!"
you laughed as he dragged you out, the door automatically shutting behind you with a soft click, "but camilo, it's november!"
"and?" he narrowed his eyes to you, hands on his hips, "are you questioning me right now?"
"what if I am?" you asked, the corner of your mouth tugging into a little smile, "did I offend the mighty camilo madrigal?"
"good," you dusted your skirt and walked down the stairs to where Isabella was decorating with fresh flowers, while camilo followed you behind, protesting.
"you can't just walk away from me!"
"but you can't! it's forbidden!"
"gosh, get over it, you big baby!"
"what did you call me?"
Isabella interrupted the both of you with a little cough, raising an eyebrow at camilo, to which he shot back a piercing stare, much to your confusion.
"stroll with me, y/n," she said with a small smile, slipping her fingers in your own, and stealing you away. "sure."
you glanced back at camilo, who was staring at the sky and balling his fist, as if he was saying, "curse you, universe!!" you only laughed at the sight and shook your head, looking back at Isabella.
"been a while, y/n" she gave you a smile, patting your arm, "where were you?"
"duty calls," you laughed, "talk about art school."
"camilo won't leave by your side, now," she rolled her eyes as she picked out a speck of dust from your hair, "you know, you're all that's on his mind."
"you exaggerate too much," you clicked your tongue.
"no, it's true," she said. What's with that sly grin if hers? "He probably hates me for taking you away."
you looked behind her to see camilo stepping on the same flowers that were laced into Isabella's hair, ripping them to shreds. You blinked at her.
"what did I say?"
"funny, you two," you grinned, crossing your hands, "what are you up to, huh?"
"you'll know, y/n," she said, pushing you towards camilo, "you'll know."
"hey, what are you doing?"
"I gotta go, uh, grow some flowers, see you!"
isabella scuttled away, leaving you alone in the room. Camilo kicked the crushed flower behind a pillar, hands on his hips, "you didn't see anything."
the evening strolled on, and the little party finally started. you found yourself spending most time with camilo, dancing and skipping behind giant vases and hiding away from the crowd as he disguised as Antonio, getting a stash of treats from the kitchen.
It was like time went by too fast when you were with him, like it didn't make sense how hours were passing by like minutes. it didn't make sense how you'd just focus on him for a second, feel yourself in the moment, only to glance at the clock and notice that another thirty minutes had gone by. It didn't make sense how the crowd was blurring around the two of you, and the sounds were fading into the distances as your giggles echoed in the hallways, and it certainly didn't make sense why you felt your heart beat so fast as you looked at his cheeky smile and his hazel eyes, glittering at you.
"thanks," he sighed, when the party had finally ended. you two were sitting on the rooftop, gazing at the stars and eating a bunch of sweets that you two had stolen earlier. You turned your head, wiping the powdered sugar off your cheeks, "for what?"
he looked at you, tilting his head. a strand of your hair had come loose, falling over your face. he bent closer, tucking it behind your ear, "for spending time with me tonight."
"oh, come on," you laughed, hitting him on the arm, "whats that you gotta thank me for?"
he shrugged, looking down at you.
the time was literally perfect, there wasn't a soul in sight, the night was calm and still, and you looked as pretty as you could ever, even if your hair were messed up and even if your make up had faded. The stars shot their glow onto your features, so carefully sculpted like you were some sort of fragile, glass statue.
so, why was he still afraid of confessing to you?
"camilo, are you okay?" you asked inching a bit closer, "is there something on your mind?"
"oh, no, uh," he looked away, fingers playing with his curls, "it's nothing."
just as he was about to muster up the courage to say the three words, you interrupted him with a sigh.
"well, it's getting late, y'know," you cleared your throat, "it's almost past midnight, I have a busy day tomorrow."
"oh." damn, camilo, you seriously blew it tonight.
"I'll see you tomorrow, then?" you asked with a smile, dusting your fingers. Camilo only responded half-mindedly, as if he was thinking about something else.
"oh, and yeah," you bent closer and grabbed his collar, giving him a kiss on his cheek, "thanks again for tonight."
camilo blinked, mouth hanging open in shock as you slid down and made your way into the house. The wind was cool, and it was literally November, but that didn't matter because the heat was rising up his cheeks rapidly, his heart beating in a frenzy. He slowly lifted up his fingers and touched his cheek, as if he was in some sort of trance.
"she kissed me..."
then, the realization struck, and the adrenaline pumped through his veins.
"SHE KISSED ME!"
last he remembered that night was shape shifting uncontrollably at an incredibly fast speed, recalling the time he spent with you, and his favorite, your kiss, as your image burned permanently to his mind.
“just friends” don't exchange kisses.
In which Casita decided Camilo avoiding his feelings has gone on long enough lolol
Messy color version of the sketch I did yesterday of these two.
The next thing I visualize is that Camilo would shape-shift like five times to, one; get Catalina off and two, panic as far as he can and pretend he's just fine, just fine, and not at all surprised at how nice (see: exciting) it was to feel her so close.
Meanwhile Catalina is dense and doesn't get it at all lmao
I'm gonna keep drawing these two omg I have some headcanons already like; no matter what shape Camilo takes Catalina can tell it's him (which ruined playing hide and seek for him with her and forced him to actually hide)
Or how Catalina sometimes wishes she had his power because sometimes she wishes she could feel something else than her own body and be a little different.
Or how both of them initially had massive crushes on each other's siblings (Catalina has an older brother who's goofy and cute and Camilo bi-panics a lot, and Catalina liked Delores so much she cried when the news got out that Delores and Mariano were dating and eventually got engaged)
How they didn't like each other at the same time. She liked him first after he comforted her when Delores became engaged with Mariano and Catalina was able to find closure with her feelings because Camilo used his shape-shifting to help her speak her heart. After he did that, Cata couldn't stop thinking about how nice his smile was when she stopped crying.
He only started having feelings when he noticed how chummy Cata was getting with Mirabel and Luisa and started feeling a bit jealous and would tease her by putting her face on to bug her a lot. Casita eventually had enough of his immaturity and threw them together in the above scenario after Mirabel knowingly saw through Camilo's bs and told him to wise up or Casita would do it for him. (He eventually admits he thinks she's pretty and that's all but still stubbornly refuses to admit he's really into Cata)
I have a lot more and maybe I'll draw these scenarios out but these will do for now lol maybe some of you guys could have ideas I can draw with the two of them! That'd be fun!