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#save basha 2022 campaign
wabadabashabadaba · 2 years
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Can I ask a match up? Is it open? Are you free rn? Sorry for the questions. I wanted to make sure I'm not making you stress out before I ask a match up for genshin
Hi habibi, It just so happened that I came back after like, a year of absence. So you are in luck! Go ahead and request, I'll do your match-up as soon as I finish the others:)
Thanks for asking by the way, I appreciate it💗
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wabadabashabadaba · 2 years
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ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ//ᴄᴀᴍɪʟᴏ ᴍᴀᴅʀɪɢᴀʟ
Synopsis: CaMiLoOo SaYs "Mi ViDaA, Won't tell ya, read the thing." Okay, okay.
Have you ever seen dreams, with extremely vivid faces present in them? As If the person was right in front of you, tangible and warm. Camilo was surely about to see that type of dream. Watching your lips tremble and twist in agony, as you layed under the debris of crumbled Casita. The problem is, he could not tell, whether It is real or not.
TW: Hurt to comfort. Mentions of death, blood, injury and loss of a loved one. Camilo is having a breakdown while the reader is shitting themselves. Reader uses they/them while Camilo goes by he/him.
Word count: Very small just like squidward nose. The idea itself is more like a prompt anyways-
A/N: What's up Encanto fandom. To those who have requested from me already(and have been waiting for 28783704 days) I am genuinely sorry, I wanted to post this first because this is something I started a long time ago. I'll complete your requests ASAP. Basha was a stupid bitch and injured her leg, so I won't get to do anything but this anyways- Shout out to my boy Juan Karlos and his song "Buwan" because this song was my greatest inspiration for this.
Camilo blinked away the dust in his eyes. As he desperately coughed up the precipitate in his lungs, the boy could only stare at the ruins of what he once called home. The flame of their familial candle flickered away, so did the spirits of the Madrigals. He could feel it in his body, that his gift was fading away. What was he, without it? Just Camilo. But who was Camilo? Without shape-shifting, is he still able to call himself a Madrigal?
The boy stumbled towards Dolores, to check up on her state. His wrist was still sore, from the fall he took earlier. Camilo's head was loud with thoughts, overlapping and forming unimaginable knots. He could barely process what has happened. Reality was slipping out of his pained grasp, yet his number one priority stayed his family.
"Dolores, how are you?" He softly grasped the shoulder of his older sister, snapping the female out of her lost state. She slowly nodded, deeply sighing from the overwhelming quietness in her head. It was louder than the constant chattering and sounds that filled up her ears on the daily. No more of Casita's squeaking and drumming. Just silence, which was louder than bombs to Dolores. They were all stupefied from this, and Camilo wished they could just continue to stay still, avoiding the fact that they no longer have their identities.
Camilo looked around, pushing away the curly hair trying to slip into his eyes, capturing the image of his family. They looked like empty shells. Tia Julieta was struggling to find some sort of medicine for the injuries of her family members. His mother and father were comforting Antonio. Poor Antonio, Casita going down was incredibly unfair by itself, but especially to his little brother. He had just got his gift a few weeks ago. Abuela darted from one spot to another, as If she was trying to avoid the rumble, questioning each family member. It was quite the moment of despair for everyone, and all Camilo wanted to do was be in the comfort of your arms. But, where were you exactly?
He took another good glance at the people around him, he peeked around the ruins, yet you were not to be found anywhere. The male gulped down a sick thought, trying to stay positive. Yet his hands were beginning to tremble, as he dashed towards his grandmother.
"Abuela, have you seen Y/N?" His voice was raspy from the dust in the air, perhaps that was also the reason for Abuela's swollen eyes. She became worried upon hearing her grandson's words, Y/N was a part of the family at this point. Them and Camilo had been inseparable, ever since the two created a stronger bond. Alma counted down all the people standing around, only to be left with a grim realization. One was missing. Y/N wasn't there. That means, she can only be in the house.
Upon learning the terrifying prospect, the entire family dashed inside of what proudly stood as Casita before. Pepa shakily yelled out Y/N's name, no storm cloud forming above her head this time. Isabela was sprinting around the parts of the walls, doors, calling out his lover's name. His Amor. His Corazon. Camilo was pleading everything in the universe, to find you safely sitting somewhere in a pocket created by Casita. For you to see him, and launch for a bone-crashing hug, so that you two could live through this time together. Camilo ever so much needed to see your glistening eyes, filled to the brim with joy and hope. And suddenly, he heard a weak cough. His head snapped towards the sound, only to be left in utter horror.
The male immediately crumbled by your side, screaming out your name. A large piece of debris has fallen onto your legs, it seems as though Casita wasn't able to protect both you and Mirabel. Camilo scraped his hands, trying to move away the obstacle while calling to his family members. He kept on reassuring that you will be fine, that he was going to get you out of this. Camilo tried so hard, that cuts started to form on his skin, staining the rock with blood.
"Camilo.." You reached for him, stiff as a wooden doll. Gasping from the lack of stamina and the profuse adrenaline, he ended his futile attempts, waiting for the others to rush for your help. He could definitely get you out of this, everything was going to go back to normal eventually. And you were going to be by his side, as thing swayed back into their lane.
"It will be alright mi vida, we will get you out of here. You will be fine." Your eyes creased, as a bittersweet smile stretched onto your face. The boy has never seen an emotion like this on your beautiful features, and he hated it. He just wanted for everything to go back to normal, or at the very least for all his loved ones to stay safe, you especially. You were his light, someone who helped him strive for self-love and acceptance. Your warm embrace could rival any remedy in the world, and your smile was the cause of the endless butterflies in his stomach. But the dusted, bloodied you brought nothing but tears. Camilo had to face the fact. He couldn't protect you, he had failed.
"Camilo, I can't feel my legs" Sobbing, he grabbed your hand. It was so unusually cold compared to what Camilo remembered it to be like. Soft and warm.
"Lo siento, mi amor. Lo siento, It's all my fault." Your hand now slid up to his cheek, staining it with bits of your own blood. You hushed him, lightly shaking your head.
"None of this is your fault 'Milo, you did your best. I'm gonna be alright, you said so yourself." With each word, your chest became tighter and tighter. Both of you subconsciously knew that you were lying. Camilo's family was standing behind the two of you, watching the whole scene unfold. Not even Luisa now would be able to lift that piece of debris, that held you pinned to the ground. Pepa was sobbing into Felix's arms, nobody wanted to disturb your bidding of goodbyes.
"Yes, mariposa, you are going to be just fine. I promise you." He mirrored your smile, as it was the only thing he knew how to do best. You buried your fingers in the boy's soft curls, knowing this will be the last thing you feel. Suddenly, you began repeating his name. Louder and louder, the world around Camilo was warping, until...
"Camilo! Camilo wake up already!" The boy sprung up with a loud pant, clutching the hem of his shirt. That earned a surprised yelp from you, Camilo's eyes darting anxiously around the room. He was fine. It was just a bad dream.
"Amor, you were having a nightmare. Are you okay? You were-" Before you could finish that sentence, your partner clung to you ever so firmly, almost crushing you with his embrace. As If you were just another quickly evaporating dream, about to disappear into thin air. And leave him alone, once again. A stream of tears poured onto your shoulder, forming wet trails on your back. Reciprocating the hug, you cooed your significant other, slowly rocking him back and forth.
You woke up from Camilo's sudden troubled moves on the bed, only to notice that he has shape-shifted into you. That gave you a momentary scare, before you noticed how much he was in distress. In fact the Madrigal was drenched in cold sweat, tossing and turning in his sleep. You tried to quietly shake him awake, as to not wake up his sensitive to sounds sister, yet that was a fruitless attempt. So you kept whispering his name, concerned for the state of your beloved. And now he was in your arms, crying as If there was no tomorrow.
Slowly but surely, Camilo's gasps and tears came to a stop, yet the grip on your form stayed. He managed to choke out,
"I saw you... when Casita fell. Y-you were stuck." Your heart painfully stung at his words and tone, squeezing him tightly.
"A-and I couldn't do anything. It was so scary I-i thought I lost you.." The painful lump began forming in his throat again. You had never witnessed the smug and constantly joking Camilo this vulnerable. It pained you to hear his voice cracking, his breath hitching and his heart pounding as loud as a marching band against your ribcage.
"Shh, shh.. It's alright mi amor, It's alright.." You soothingly rubbed circles on his tensed back, continuing to cradle his figure.
"I'm here, I'm safe. Everyone is okay." Camilo's breathing leveled out, and he slowly looked up to you, eyes red and puffy from the stinging tears. You looked back at him, and so vividly, you were able to see the relief across his face. He buried himself into your shoulder, basking in your warmth, the one he knew and adored so much.
"I love you, Y/N. Please, don't leave me. " You cupped his cheeck, no blood staining his caramel skin now. "I won't, Camilo. I love you too."
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wabadabashabadaba · 2 years
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Rules
Just the general stuff, so that we can establish those healthy boundaries and keep Basha happy 2022 campaign.
What To Request?
One-shots/Imagines. I won’t write fics because I tried. For five years. It doesn’t work. I never post part twos.
Matchups. I love them honestly, the FBI pays me to do them so they can collec- I mean swoon over how amazing the ships are/hj/j/srs/hj/j
Letters. NO ONE REQUESTS THOSE, And I will stay mad. I remember a singular author who wrote me a letter getting into a five year old’s character and i still have it saved goddammit.
Reader Insert. Sorry not sorry, I don’t do characterxcharacter because.
Any kind of gender dynamic. We don’t judge! Unless you specify otherwise I’ll just put the reader as non binary.
Who to request?
I allow everyone, like I’ll even write for Alma, baby grill. But, I will have to make exceptions. Characters that are very much underage such as Antonio go straight into platonic. In Genshin I will also only write platonic for Klee, Qiqi and other kids. TOO grown up adults such as again Abuela, also have to be platonic. I just don’t want to make first of all myself uncomfortable.  And of course others too.
Important Info
I won’t write NSFW here because this is a more appropriate account so that everyone can comfortably interact. I don’t really care If you are into something weird and you like my posts, I usually don’t check who follows me anyways. But if that weird shit is carried into my askbox, that’s different. If your account is sketchy, I just won’t answer your ask! I’ll block you! On god! Also please remember that I am not obligated to do anything, because this is my blog, unless I want to I won’t write. Okay there, boundaries established.
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