#sorry i had to give up my hiatus for a little camilo fic lol anything for camilo

[channoticedmeuwu]

𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥

p : camilo × fem!reader | g : fluff, humor, bsf2l!au | w : none

a/n : camilo brainrot that's it leave me alone 😡 also tagging simp @radiorenjun lol

"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?"

"terribly, terribly!"

"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!"

"I just...did."

"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!"

"but—"

"bye!"

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.

"yeah... tomorrow."

"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.

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