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minecraft camilo x yn?? Like ur playing w cami and the rest of the madrigal grandkids until he accidentally confesses to u “NO IM NOT GOING TO MARRY A FLOWER BC I LIKE YN” (idk what that means but i think its funny anyways-)
Pixelated Flower — camilo m.
pairing: camilo madrigal x gn reader
genre: fluff drabble
tags: 1.1kwc, requested, scheduled, modern au
summary: camilo unknowingly and indirectly confesses to you during an online game
Numerous pings can be heard from your computer making you turn to your desk in irritation. You were cozy and cuddled up in your comforters which all the more brings you laziness and tiredness. You simply ignored the notifications as you continued scrolling through your phone while lying in bed. However midway through a TikTok video, your screen fades and blaringly plays a familiar ringtone. Someone was calling you and you smiled when you saw who it was. Your best friend (and also the one you slightly have a big crush on), the one and only Camilo Madrigal.
"What do you want, Camilo?" You said as you brought your phone to your ear.
"I've been giving you pings on Discord! I thought you said you wanted to play Minecraft with us on the server!" Camilo's whiny voice made you burst out in laughter.
"Okay fine, give me a few minutes" You giggled and hung up the phone. It took you minutes to shuffle under your bedsheets before you stood up to finally go to your desk. The moment you took a seat, you turned on your phone and checked on your Discord notifications. Boy, Camilo really did mention you too much. It made you laugh until the light from your computer took your attention, ready for you to set up your game. While you're at it, you opened the server and saw that there was a voice chat that included Camilo, Carlos, Isabela and Mirabel. You got the urge of excitement as you wore your headphones and opened Minecraft.
You regretted it.
The moment you joined the call, a bunch of screams welcomed you and took you aback. You jolted in your seat at the ear-piercing yells that might have broken your eardrums. In a hurry you adjusted the volume before you joined the server after Minecraft got opened.
"NOT MY DOG! DON'T KILL MY DOG!" Carlos screamed into his mic. You can hear the rapid clicking of his keyboard. Camilo laughed soon after but later screamed, "NO! HOW DID YOU EVEN GET POTIONS?!"
As soon as you joined the server, your name pops out in chat and Camilo instantly stops screaming to coo at you sweetly, "STOP I'M GONNA MURDER YO- Y/N! I farmed diamonds for you!" You could hear Carlos on the other end scoff in annoyance as he approached Camilo's character.
You stood there, just watching the two twins do a 1v1 by themselves for no apparent reason. Camilo probably taunted his twin brother first and it escalated from there. You observed them bicker back and forth until they decided to settle on an empty fist-fight through Minecraft. With them armor-less and weapon-less, you decided to step in and bother them with your full diamond armor and Netherite weapons.
'Carlos was slain by [username]'
"Yeah! Y/N's here to fight for me!" Camilo cheered. You laughed through the mic and smirked to yourself. "Hold that thought, milo."
'Camilo was slain by [username]'
"Serves you right." Carlos laughed this time. He most likely respawned back at the house so you collected their stuff and placed it in a chest for them to come back to. Camilo was whining and yelling the entire time, feeling betrayed.
"I'm gonna go get flowers for the bee farm" You nonchalantly informed the two and left them. You were in the middle of a flower biome anyway, might as well collect flowers at least. While you were doing your task in peace you could still hear the bickering of the two twins while Isabela and Mirabel oftentimes talk on chat, you assumed they were decorating the community house a few blocks away. Once your inventory was full, you slowly made your way back to the house.
"You still haven't gotten your stuff?" You asked an armor-less character of Camilo, making yours stare at his dead in the eye. His head moved around a few times before he puts out a flower on his hand.
"I did, but I was attacked by a phantom. Went back to run and this is the only thing I managed to salvage" You could hear him pout just from the tone of his voice. It made you giggle in laughter. Sooner while you were giving him a few of your stuff, Isabela and Mirabel's characters popped out on your screen as they entered the house as well.
"I took your stuff, milo" You heard Mirabel. She walked towards him and started dropping the items for Camilo to collect. While they were at it, you proceeded to your room and started fiddling with your storage, looking for more items to craft. You muted yourself and proceeded to play the game while listening to the rest of the Madrigal grandkids.
"I can't believe you left all your stuff in the open but didn't hesitate to drop that flower of yours" Isabela trail off. Camilo mocked her, still sulking from the sudden death caused by you. "I already named it, I can't lose it"
"Why would you even name a flower?" Mirabel asked with a judging tone. Camilo immediately bickered feeling offended. "Hey! An iron golem dropped it after Carlos murdered it. The least I could do is treat it with love in it's memory!"
"If you love your beloved flower so much than your full enchanted armor then might as well give your loot to me." She bites back, "Or even just marry it at this point because you're still not letting it go from your grasp"
"Look as much as these pixelated flowers are pretty, I don't want to 'marry them'" Camilo muttered, insulted. "Also there is a prettier flower that I can actually see in real life." With that you suddenly forgot what you were doing because you were too invested in their bantering now.
"Its me, I'm the flower" Isabela boasted which led Mirabel to let out sarcastic vomiting noises.
"Ew no," Camilo grimaced, "Y/N is my beloved flower."
You unmuted yourself, and yelled, "WHAT?"
"WHAT" Camilo panicked as well, "I thought you left vc!"
You laughed nervously and heard Mirabel and Isabela tease their cousin with squeals. "I've been here the entire time, Camilo. I was only muted!"
"Oh, so it was Carlos who left" You can hear Camilo rapidly type on his keyboard, possibly to message his twin about what happened. He took a glance at the server and saw that Carlos really was offline. He internally cursed himself for being an idiot.
"So, what was it you said about me being your beloved flower?" You teased a nervous Camilo. You can hear him frantically tapping in his keyboard and a few muttered curses when you hear random objects just fall and scatter around his desk. You and the other girls in the vc kept laughing lightly until you saw that Camilo disconnected from the call and went offline.
"He's definitely hiding from you" You heard Isabela say to you. You laughed in response yet again.
"I don't have to worry, he can't hide from me much longer." You reassured her, now with a determined and confident voice after knowing that your all-time crush likes you back. Oh, he's definitely not gonna hear the end of it.
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Camilo with a S/O that Rarely Eats
pairing: camilo madrigal x female reader
genre: fluff headcanons
tags: headcanons, requested, no mentions of ed, just reader being forgetful, drabbles
request: idk if you take requests rn but if you do I have one for camilo hcs again but with a reader who just kinda forgets to eat? Like not in an ed way but just that they don't really have an appetite and sometimes they'll be like "well i'm not hungry so i'll just work more instead of eating lololol" and then they pass out or something
Strangest but cutest dynamic ever to be honest, an energetic boy who's addicted to food in a relationship with a calm girl who barely has an appetite
Not in a harmful or unhealthy way, you just sometimes forget to eat tbh
Camilo constantly worries and questions your lack of enthusiasm for food
"Amor, have you eaten lunch today?" Camilo asked, a hand leaning on the bench as you continued your work. You were a woodcarver, albeit only a junior one. You barely did intricate work since you had your parents to do it for you. Mainly, what you did was polish and clean their work.
You stopped to think. "Uhm, I think I haven't yet." Camilo sighed but then smiled at how adorable you looked.
"Well, I'll bring you lunch!" "You can't eat here, milo. No food on the work station"
Camilo pouted. "Okay fine, why don't you take a break and have lunch with me" Giving up, you agreed.
Camilo loved you nonetheless, he found it cute how he becomes the food enthusiast between you two. Seeing how much he loves different types of cuisines, he is always eager to teach you and show you new stuff to taste
You loved it, even if you rarely ate, sometimes you do appreciate good food.
Your work barely gives you time for yourself and Camilo knows it. Sometimes he purposely skips his chores to sneak you out of your family business for lunch dates in the nearby gardens
Camilo takes the time to even cook for you, if it makes you want to eat.
"Tia-" Camilo walked in to Julieta's kitchen, seeing her prepare his favorite arepas for the townspeople.
"Yes, milo?" Julieta looked back at him and saw his fiddly state.
"Can you teach me how to cook arepa de yuca?" Camilo fiddled with his fingers, waiting for his Tia's response.
"Sure! But why all of a sudden?"
"It's Y/N's favorite type of arepa and she barely eats so I want to make some for her"
Let's just say that Julieta was more than happy to teach her nephew how to cook seeing that he really wanted to impress you.
After Camilo found out that you preferred arepa de yuca (cassava), the boy kept surprising you with his homemade recipes. Oftentimes he brings different fillings for variety in your palate.
You heart always melted on how caring he is towards you, and you shower him with so much love and affection that he tells himself that it was worth it.
Although, there could also be times where it sometimes gets out of hand
There was one time you were overwhelmed with pending chores that overworked you so bad you forgot to eat for the entire day
Camilo was unfortunately busy with babysitting so he wasn't able to check up on you. It didn't bother you though, he too can also be busy sometimes
One afternoon, Camilo finally sent the kids he was looking out for to their homes and chased to you.
"Amor-" Camilo's smile faltered at the sight of you. Alarmed, he rushed closer to you because to him, you were acting odd.
"What are you feeling? Why are you pale? Have you eaten? Amor you look so weak when was the last time you ate-"
"Cami, I'm fine. I just need to polish these figurines" You reassured him, your voice wavering. You desperately needed to finish your chores no matter what.
"Amor, when was the last time you ate?" He sternly asked, a hand cupping your cheek making you stop working and looked at him. Your face was showing an unsure look your eyes squinted. "I don't remember"
"Ay, mi vida, you need to eat! You barely have any energy!" Camilo said worryingly. You pat his shoulder to reassure him while standing up to grab another figurine in the shelf.
"I'm not hungry, milo. I'll grab a bite after work, I promise."
Camilo sighed and turned back at your workbench, appreciating your work. He did understand the level of your chores, it wasn't like his babysitting duties. Your work had to need focus, concentration, and a heck a lot of time to perfect.
"After you finish can we stop by the cliff? It's a full moon tonight?" Camilo asked. He waited for you to answer.
"Amor?"
thud.
Camilo turned around to see you collapsed on the floor. Muttering a curse, he immediately went to you and picked you up. Fear and concern evident in his eyes, he carried you bridal style all the way to Casita having no time to believe his sudden strength and agility.
Camilo's yelling started almost everyone at home, calling for his Tia for healing food while Casita assists him to bring you to his warm and comfy bed.
Let's just say that Camilo was in a mess during that. He couldn't stand still. After you fainted, he never left your side and watched as you slowly regained consciousness, him wiping your sweat and singing you songs to calm down
He ranted to you, A LOT. You took the blow though, you kind of deserve it. And he was so worried for you
You got a lot of scolding from him, like you were a child. You tried to hold back a laugh because you never see him this pissed off
It took a lot of kisses and hugs from you to finally calm him down as you kept muttering apologies
Since then, you set up a specific time of the day you were to take a lunch break with you and Camilo.
Sometimes Camilo surprises you with homemade lunch boxes for you to eat when he isn't available
He would leave small letters and doodles in them
You were so whipped for this boy and you promised to treasure him for the rest of your life
Oh and this just makes you extra happy because he has parental tendencies and that made you ecstatic cause he's gonna be such a good father someday
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hiii!! if requests are open could i get a carlos madrigal and reader fic where someone insults camilo and he gets into a fight with them(wins ofc). Pepa is lecturing him and asks him why he beat someone up agAiN but he doesnt reply but reader (who was there when the fight started) tells her the reason and everyones like ooh you protected your brother knew you love us🥰. Maybe she helps him clean his wounds or sumn and they confess at the end?? Thanks!!
How he loves – carlos m.
pairing: carlos madrigal x female reader
genre: fluff
summary: when it comes to violence in the community, carlos madrigal is always the first name to put the blame on. the boy was a troublemaker, often found in the worst situations possible. one day it’s happened again but for this time, you never expected the reason why until you confronted him.
warning: mentions of blood and violence and injuries
If someone were to ask you who Carlos Madrigal is, immediately your answer would tick them off. It's different. Among the numerous whispers of the town stood the one unanimous description of Carlos being the pessimistic and coldest member of the Madrigal family. To the outside, that's how people perceive him. With his half-lidded blank face, everyone saw him as intimidating and mysterious. But for someone who has been his long-time friend ever since, you saw him differently.
He wasn't cold, he just doesn't speak. He wasn't mean, he just doesn't point out or compliment someone else. Albeit it took you by surprise that he somehow managed to tolerate you being with him almost all the time, you wouldn't ask for anything else. You knew Carlos had a heart of gold because even if he barely shows it, you can tell through the lining of the gestures he tries to do in the most often weird and unexpected ways, such as being overly protective for others in an aggressive manner.
That's just how he loves.
But Carlos was rather, violent when it comes to that matter. It only contributed to the 'cold persona' everyone put on him due to that. It was something he couldn't help, he tends to show his emotions in a tactile manner and when it comes to his negative emotions, it wouldn't end well.
One fine day you were with Carlos outside on the streets, having no pressure but to just stroll around and catch up with conversation. Carlos had his hands inside the pockets under his ruana while you were strolling beside him, hands on your back as you stared at your footsteps while walking through. Two of you were aimlessly walking around town listening to the loud chatters of the busy village.
You two stopped to your tracks to see Camilo, Carlos' twin brother. He was walking alone in the opposite direction and you instantly ran to him.
"Camilo!!" You exclaimed happily. Camilo's face turned into a rather dull smile at the sight of you and Carlos.
"Hey!" He greeted back. As a force of habit, you playfully shoved him lightly but you were taken aback when he suddenly winced when your hand made contact to his shoulder. Your eyes slightly widened at his reaction.
"What were you doing?" Carlos asked when he eventually approaches two of you.
"Oh, nothing. I just-", Camilo stuttered. "- I just need to uhh- do errands! Be right back!"
Camilo suddenly put a hand on top of his shoulder as he ran away to the opposite direction, leaving you and Carlos baffled at his weird behavior. For sure, he was an odd one but this time something felt off.
"Am I the only one who thinks something is wrong?" You turned to Carlos. He slightly squinted his eyes at you and pursed his lips.
"He seemed in pain when you punched him. Maybe he got injured?"
"Yeah but you know him. If he gets injured it's usually at something dumb and we'd be the first ones he would tell about it"
Carlos hummed as he looked deep in thought. You were right. Camilo would get hurt over something so dumb that he ends up laughing about it. But this time, he seemed injured at a place he didn't want to talk about, which was the only reason two of you found odd. The fact that he even ran away from the two of you as if he's avoiding further questioning only fueled the confusion on you and Carlos. He took his hands out of his pockets and patted his maroon ruana when he glanced at the direction Camilo just came from.
"Maybe something happened..."
"Should we go check it out, Carlos?"
"You ask me as if there's anything else interesting that we could do."
—
So, there you two were, re-tracing Camilo's steps like the nosy friend and brother you and Carlos are. He only trailed by, seeming like he had no interest but just wanted to join you. You two hid in the small alley behind the large houses the moment you heard whispering from a group of people. Instinctively, you pulled Carlos by his hand and brought him closer to you to squat down and hide. He widened his eyes when he almost stumbled to you. He got off from his trance and followed your trail of sight.
"Is that- "
"Tiago and his minions" Carlos muttered, gritting his teeth as he did so.
If you think Carlos was the worst, then Tiago was levels deep below hell. He was a menace in a bad way, he and his friends always being together and causing trouble for the entire village. Carlos hated him in a bad extent, most often the two of them would be found fighting each other if given the chance to be in the same place with one another. This time, you expected it to happen again if things escalate for the worst. You and Carlos eavesdropped on their conversations.
"Dude, Camilo was a weakling. He couldn't even hit me back"
"No way! You thought he'd be like Carlos but it's not the case apparently"
"Yeah, dude's all rainbows and butterflies to handle the real world. Beat him up to a pulp he almost cried like a coward."
You gasp as a hand landed on your mouth. A turn of your head and you saw Carlos with the worst look you wanted him to have. His eyes held piercing glares at Tiago's direction, his lips almost bleeding from the intensity of him biting it. His hands that held yours were clenched tightly, the other was already fisted veins were popping out from the back of his palm.
"Carlos" You whispered. It didn't make him look at you, he was more focused on the sharp look he was giving to Camilo's group of bullies.
Carlos suddenly stood up, almost blowing his cover. You immediately pulled him back but he resisted.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Proving them wrong."
You sat back down stunned even though you expected this to happen. With a swift turn, Carlos shapeshifted into Camilo and ran to the bullies, immediately sending a harsh punch at Tiago making him stumble. It took them by surprise when 'Camilo' suddenly charged at them but nevertheless returned the favor by punching him back, Carlos easily blocked it with ease using his forearm as he sent another punch to Tiago's friends at the back where they least expected it. Unfortunately, since Carlos was overpowered by two more men, one got a punch on him making him stumble and unconsciously shapeshift back to himself.
"We knew it's you, Carlos. Your brother is too much of a wuss to- " Carlos interrupted one of Tiago's friends by sending him another jab to the face. He yelled in anger as he kept throwing fists all over the place, letting his emotions bring out the worst of him.
You couldn't handle it anymore. You wanted to stop the fight but there was no way you could stop a raging Carlos. If you were to stop them, you would probably get one of their punches too. Despite Carlos being one against three, he was beating them up with ease. Tiago and his friends were no match for him, Carlos was easily throwing punches and kicks here and there that it almost made you feel bad for the bullies.
It went on for longer and it started to made you worried. Carlos was winning. yes, but this fight was one of the worst he's ever been in. Before you were able to fully think of a plan to stop them, Luisa comes in to the mess and all the boys freeze at her. Dolores must have heard it all unravel and called for Luisa. With ease she easily slid through and grabbed Carlos who looked too victorious to complain. She gave the other boys a piercing glare and immediately they ran away to the other direction.
Luisa saw you as she carried Carlos and pointed her lips to the Casita, telling you to catch up with them. You trailed along in silence, seeing that Luisa (and most likely the rest of the Madrigals) is disappointed yet again to see Carlos in another fight.
—
Like clockwork, thunder immediately strikes the moment the door to Casita opens. Luisa walks in beside you and sets Carlos down in front of his mother, Pepa who already has her arm crossed and eyebrows furrowed. Her face had yet another annoyed expression that further fueled the dark clouds gathering above.
"What did I tell you about being violent again?" She asked sternly.
Carlos sighed with a dour expression. "Not do it"
"And what happened this time?"
"I did it."
You held back a chortle and turned around to face the other way as you tried not to laugh. Carlos was yet again being a pain in the ass at the wrong place and you just happened to get caught off-guard. In an attempt to cover your laughter, you coughed nervously with wide eyes and scrambled away to the kitchen to get a snack but mainly to leave the two to further argue with each other and for the rest of the family to see.
The distance between the common area and the kitchen wasn't that long so you still snooped in on their business like the nosy friend you are. You saw Camilo soon approach them, now all healed and okay but had a look of shock when he saw his twin brother in a far worse state. For some reason Carlos refused to eat an arepa to heal himself, only taking the blow as of now to not let Pepa get even more enraged. She was going on and off about what she had told him before and obviously Carlos wasn't listening. He simply nodded and blinked his eyes repeatedly which made her even more furious.
"Can you at least give us the reason why you went out to beat people again?" Pepa yelled, having enough of Carlos' attitude. Carlos only stared at the floor, probably thinking of an excuse.
"People were bullying Camilo" You said all the way from the other side. Everyone in the room turned their eyes at you, even Carlos himself. You leaned on to the wall in a nonchalant manner and took a bite of your arepa. "It was Tiago and his minions, Carlos beat them up like a badass."
You stared blankly at Carlos, slightly raising an eyebrow to further provoke him but his lips stay pursed shut. Pepa on the other hand, toned down the arch on her eyebrows and gradually had a soft look to her face. It was an emotion you couldn't decipher, of course. Mothers would always love seeing their children being protective of each other— but not like this.
"You protected me?" Camilo asked him in a teasing manner. Now that he's all healed and well, he was now the one to have a smug look in his face. "You totally love me, hermano"
"Shut up" Carlos retorted. It only left you half-laughing at the two bantering. It went back-and-forth until they got interrupted by Pepa yet again.
"Can't help it, my twin brother is protective for me!"
"I'll beat you up like they did"
"Aw, is that how you love?"
"Fu-"
"Stop it you two! Carlos, I'll deal with you later!" She yelled, dusting her skirt and swatting away the dark cloud at her seeming as if she had to leave to do something else. The dark clouds slowly became lighter and the chatter slowly died down as Pepa murmured lectures on her children while also fanning herself to calm down. It was a sight worth to see. But the yell of your name caught you in a trance midway through your bite of the arepa.
"Y/N!"
"Yeah?" You asked her, slowly walking towards her direction. Pepa eyed you sternly before pointing her lips back to Carlos.
"Can you clean him up? He refused to be healed and I thought that he would listen to you"
You rolled your eyes when Carlos scoffs at you.
"I'll make sure he does"
—
Soon enough after the stress and dark clouds from Pepa has subsided, Carlos led you to his room, unwillingly. He just didn't want another thunderstorm therefore he complied with his mother's requests and braced himself for your part of the scolding. He expected yet another lecture from you, but it didn't happen. Carlos instead wondered why you were offering him your half-eaten arepa.
"Just take a bite." You calmly said to him, scooting closer to the edge of the bed so sit beside him.
"No"
"Do it or I'll press the crap out of your wounds"
"Fine"
Carlos sighed in defeat. He only stared at you, waiting for something to happen. It was at this moment you knew he was gonna be petty from the smug look in his face.
"I'm not feeding you"
"Then I'm not eating" Carlos nonchalantly fought back.
He was starting to get on your nerves and Carlos knew how pissed you would be if he manages to succeed. But you didn't let it happen. Looking at his broken nose and scratches all over the place, you decided to let him win for this time. The moment you held your arepa towards him, Carlos grinned cockily and took a bite from the snack. Julieta's magic gift healed his wounds instantly, but it doesn't fix the blood stains all over him. When Carlos was busy looking at his wounds slowly healing, you stood up to get a moist towel.
"Why aren't you getting mad at me?" You heard Carlos ask from behind you. By assumption you could tell he was bored after his injuries faded.
"Should I be?" You asked in return, still wringing the towel from the table as to not make it too wet that it'll spread more stains on the fabric.
Silence. You turned your head to the back to take a glance at Carlos. He had his head down, the mess of his curls covering his face making you unable to read his expression. With a soft sigh you brought the cloth with you as you went back to sit beside him again.
"You know-" You trailed off to catch his attention, but to no avail. Carlos didn't budge to even look at you. An idea suddenly popped into your head as you slithered your hand under his arm and took him by the hand, leading Carlos' hand to your lap as you started wiping the blood smeared all over it.
"-I admired how you took the blame and protected Camilo." You continued to speak and then paused to look at his face. Carlos was staring at you with a blank look, his eyes fixated on yours. It took a bit of time for you to let out a small smile on your face and your heart fluttered when you saw a little bit of spark that brightened his eyes as his lips slowly curled up. You looked away to continue wiping his arm and cutting the silence.
"It's nice to see that there's still love in you somewhere despite you showing it in a violent way. But they don't get it, that's just how you love."
You heard Carlos sigh from beside.
"There has been in a while. Much more love than just with my family, I-" He sighed yet again, taking a deep inhale to control his breathing. "- just don't know how to show it"
"What do you mean 'more love'?" You asked him.
You looked up to Carlos, confused on what he was trying to say. Carlos blinked hard before he took yet another sigh and motioned his lips to point at his hand resting atop yours. You followed his trail of sight and the next move he did brought you out of breath. Carlos slowly interlocked his fingers with yours, holding it tight as if he were afraid to let go. Your heart paced rapidly and the heat travelling up to your cheeks only made it hard for you to regain your composure right beside him.
"I didn't beat them up that hard just because of Camilo. Tiago also talked bad crap about you to his friends. I know it wasn't supposed to end that badly but I just couldn't stand when people like them get away with ease as if they did nothing wrong"
You gasped and gripped his hand tighter, your fingers lightly tapping the calloused and bruised skin of Carlos' knuckles. He no longer winced since it was healed, but it would take time for the scarring to fade completely. At this time, you were the one that went silent, waiting for Carlos to continue.
"I'm sorry. Shouldn't have stressed you and mami this much" He muttered softly which grabbed your attention. You shook your head indicating a 'no' and let go of his hand to face him better. You moved your legs from the edge of the bed and brought it up, sitting cross legged across him.
"You don't have to be sorry for protecting the ones you love, Carlos. It's nature for you to do so. The others may see you as mean and violent but to me, you're much more than that. That's just how you love."
Carlos took in the sight of you with a frown in his face. After you flipped the towel to a cleaner side, you slowly brought it up to his face to clean the blood stains all over him. You gently landed your palm on his forehead and combed away the curls that covered it. From his forehead to the blood pooling in his cupid's bow, you made sure to wipe it all clean to admire his features better.
"You're too good for me, Y/N. I don't deserve you"
"Shut up you idiot. You're fine just the way you are-" You paused. "- but maybe, we can work on fixing your rough love language for a little bit"
You joked with a small smile that made Carlos chuckle. He brought his hand up to hold your wrist while you were cleaning his face and stared deep into your eyes, taking you aback. You playfully glared at his cunning nature, making him break eye contact and let out a light hearty laugh that made your stomach do somersaults from the raspy- tone of his voice.
While still wiping away the mess in his face, you hummed a small song as a force of habit and it made Carlos' heart flutter. You had a soothing voice and it did calm him down for a little bit, until he remembered something. You looked up to him and the sudden frown on Carlos' face made your eyes go soft. You two knew how much of a challenge this could be as soon as it sunk in. Carlos wasn't good in romance and you can tell from being his long time friend. But maybe, being his friend also brought you chances on how to love him better.
To reassure the guy, you cupped his face and brought him closer to you. Your thumbs lightly brushed against his freckled cheeks that were now clear of blood stains. With a swift move you lightly kissed the tip of his nose to seal a promise. A promise that may take a while, but a promise that you would be willing to practice on until your last breath in time.
"Be with me and I'll teach you how I love, Carlos."
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hiyaaa :D i was planning to request something right after i finished reading one of your camilo fics. [ if reqs arent open, please feel free to ignore :"D ] – I was thinking of camilo having a crush / significant other who's the polar opposite of him. Reader is rather calm, collected and introverted – which contrasts to Cami's chaotic and outgoing personality. ( I dunno I thought the trope & dynamic is cute aaa )
Someone Unlike Him — camilo m.
pairing: camilo madrigal x gn reader
genre: fluff
tags: (2.9k wc) mutual pining, developing relationship
summary: for someone as calm and collected like you, camilo was set to find out why you caught his attention. two of you were polar opposites, but were unknowingly hopelessly in love with each other. it all comes down to camilo's dilemma on wondering why he fell in love with someone unlike him.
a/n: sorry this was late asahgjfhf hope u like it tho
Camilo couldn't understand why he fell in love with someone unlike him.
He knew what love was. Love is a feeling one cannot earn nor replace. To him, love is spontaneous and it differs in the people he has been with. His family? He loves them, because they shape him for the better. His friends? He loves them, because they support him and his energetic behavior. His house? He loves it, because it gave his family the blessing they longed for. But you?
He couldn't understand why he loves you.
While love is spontaneous and unconstrained, it could also be a natural thing. It felt natural of him to love you. The moment he met your eyes, something in his heart has sparked, a feeling he recognized, but never felt before. But why so sudden? Why you, out of many?
You were the total opposite, someone not like him. While Camilo loved to bask in the sun and belt out melodic tunes all day long, you prefer to bathe in the moonlight, whispering your rhymes to the cold feeling of the stars above. While Camilo walks every step with his chin up and his chest out, you tiptoe to your home with your arms crossed and your face down. While Camilo expresses his emotions through loud noises and exaggerated moves, you express yours with silent words of gratitude accompanied with subtle but elegant handshakes and warm hugs.
Camilo loved to live his life in the edge, always daring out to do extraordinary things past his shapeshifting gift. It could be hastily running down the streets of Encanto in the image of Abuela to scare the adults, or to even morph into a little kid and drive a nearby farmer's cart. While it wasn't extreme if you think about the possibilities that his gift could offer, to the rest of the ordinary people, it was. A day never seems to get by without a townsperson seeing a wild and energetic boy in a yellow ruana prancing about the place with his miracle-given gift. It was a joy to the people, an effortless share of a bundle of his joy, even to someone as reserved as you.
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The glimmer in Camilo's hazel eyes shined brighter at the sight of you from a distance. You were carrying a few items that your family needed at home. Not that big of a chore for you, but going back-and-forth from home to store was tedious. Camilo can see that from the sweat beading on your forehead. He couldn't just stand there waiting, he happily skipped his way to you.
"Y/N!!" Brightly, he cheered. You stopped mid-way to your tracks to meet his pretty smile. Like a happy virus you, too, smiled.
"Camilo!" You mimicked his vocal tone, "What brings you here early in the morning?" Oh, If only you could feel the rapid beating of Camilo's heart just from being able to talk to you. The boy couldn't contain himself, his grin only becoming wider and wider. Little did he know, that it sent the butterflies in your stomach fluttering gracefully with admiration.
"Just wandered about and saw you," He pointed towards the pile of clothes in your arms, almost covering your chin, "Need help with those?" But before you were even able to say yes, Camilo already dipped his hands in the middle of the pile, taking half of the heavy load you were carrying. You felt even more lighter and grateful he offered help. But if you only know that if given the change, Camilo would walk the entire mountain just to fetch a glass of water for you.
Needless to say, the two felt like they were the only ones living in the world. Camilo felt the most happiest even when he's doing chores, because you were there to listen to him. You always would. Though it seems like your calm personality held you back from bursting into a ball of energy like Camilo did, it didn't matter to him. He fell harder and harder as the day approaches.
It felt good, to have someone to listen to you. This was one of the things that made Camilo fall hopelessly in love with you, because you listened. You were his calm in chaotic nights. But the more he spent time with you, the more he questioned himself.
"Is it really right? To be in-love with someone unlike me?"
Lingering in the back of his head, the only question he would never dare ask you. He couldn't do it. He was in-love, but wasn't quite sure if you were too. I mean sure there were times where he could feel it, oftentimes two of you held hands and gave each other warm hugs but to Camilo, something at the back of his head was thinking that it was all a friendly gesture. But what if it wasn't? What if there was something more than that? Yes? No—
"Snap out of it!" Camilo thought to himself, subtly shaking his head to rid the thought. He desperately tried to divert his attention while walking with you during your chores. Luckily for him, he was a talker and you were the listener, which meant that he had all the time to ramble about the different subjects he can find to keep speaking to you. And because you always listened no matter how stupid it may be, Camilo fell even deeper in love.
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Noon passes, and slowly the day gets more cold as it approaches dusk, but you weren't done with the day yet. Other than assisting your family with their jobs, you had another task to accompany your neighbor's kid while their parents work with yours'. Of course you wouldn't have a reason to deny it, childcare is easy right?
Well, you were wrong.
The kid was a handful, a smaller frame but with energy levels above yours. It was just one child but you couldn't keep up. He would run all over the place, scream until his voice cracks, and even ask to play with you when you were clearly busy. Not to get it all wrong, you were fine dealing with children but not a child as hyper as this one. Luckily for you, Camilo dropped by.
As much as he wants to deny it, he only wanted an excuse to be with you. The smartest idea he could think of was to steal snacks from his aunt's kitchen and give it to you. Camilo knew how much you loved them, it's magical abilities along with the gifts making it all the more healing and delicious. With that, Camilo was set on to sneakily spend more time with you.
"Camilo! Didn't- know you'd- be here," You paused in between breaths, still out of it after trying to chase the child you were watching, "I'm- babysitting"
The shapeshifter laughed at your state, his eyes showing the same exact glimmer that only shines when he is with you. Swiftly, he walked towards you and took out the snack from his pocket.
"You look hungry-" He taunted, holding out his hand for you to receive his small 'gift', "-here. Stole it while I shapeshifted into Tio Agustin." With you still catching your breath, only thanked him silently and laughed at his classic antics. You sunk to the floor and leaned your back to the wall, still trying to recover. Camilo followed you, scooting closer but leaving a small distance and leaned on the wall as well.
While you were munching on your snack, the kid you were supposed to watch suddenly ran back with a large stuffed toy. He screamed loudly and raised his hands in the air, wanting to throw the plushie in your direction.
"Catch!" He yelled out. Before you were even about to get your food knocked out from your grip, another hand from the boy next to you stood up to push the pillow away before it hit you.
"No fair! I was throwing it to Y/N!" He cried out, pouting. Camilo saves you from further physical activity as he tries to divert the kid's attention on him.
"They're still eating, Teo. At the meantime," The kids eyes were on Camilo, watching him walk carefully to the sofa before picking up a pillow, "Are you up for a pillow fight with the Camilo Madrigal?" He cocked a brow and grinned in an evil manner to play along. The kid, Teo, beamed his eyes and ran to grab another pillow while screaming "Yes!" repeatedly.
That certainly did take the child's eyes off of you. You felt more free now, just like earlier' s chore but with a different reason. Finally getting to enjoy your favorite snack and watching Camilo saving you yet again triggered the butterflies in your stomach. Still sprawled on the floor, you admired him as he took over your childminding task.
Camilo has the energy the kid could match. They got along well and turned out perfect for you. While he was busy, your eyes darted to him, his distinct yellow ruana flowing gracefully as he dramatically shapeshifts to various people to himself, putting a show to entertain Teo. You then realized how much of a difference you two were. Camilo was hyper, you weren't. He was outgoing, you weren't. He was loud and outspoken, while you were calm, quiet and reserved. Deep down at the back of your head, you asked yourself.
"Is it right? To fall in love with someone drastically different from me? "
A sharp high-pitched scream averted you from your thoughts. You looked up to see Teo now on Camilo's shoulders, he was trying to raise the kid up and run all over the place. You admired the sight unravelling in front of you and unconsciously, you smiled and laughed with them. But with the question lingering at the back of your head, you were quick to dismiss it away.
Unlike Camilo, without you knowing.
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Camilo laid back to the mattress on his bed, his arms spread out as he started to the abyss of his ceiling. It seemed as though he felt tired, but not exhausted. After the childminding session with you, he instantly plopped his body to the bed when he left and closed his eyes. Sure enough, he was still thinking of the question he asked himself.
His reason for helping you was because of, well, let's just say he couldn't get you out of his head. It dawned on him that he was, in fact, deeply infatuated by you. But what could he do? Camilo was unsure you liked him back, even. And if it did, how long would it last? Would you have approved of him when he is entirely different from you? Would your family see him as your significant other when he is the polar opposite of you? But nonetheless, he hopes that he can find the reason why he feels this way. Albeit he probably knows, he just doesn't have a clear answer,
Not until you came in.
Camilo knew that distinct door knock, it was your secret knock with him. One of the fragments of memories you two did as kids was this, giving secret knocks and secret messages that only you two seemed to understand. But in the end the phase of growing up can change one's self physically and emotionally.
"Come in!" Camilo yelled in a lazy manner, still having his body practically melting in the mattress. He heard your footsteps getting clearer and clearer, and it was then when he felt a weight dip in the left side of the bed.
He opened his eyes and like magic, the glimmer in his pupils came back that brightened his mood at the sight of you. Oh, if only you knew how much he admires looking at you. You sat down on the edge of his bed and turned your torso to face him, eyes meeting and each other's hearts fluttering.
"Sorry for earlier, I bet you feel tired from dealing with Teo" You quietly muttered with a sigh as your hands fiddled with the ridges of the bed cloth. Camilo hummed and shook his head, "Don't be, I had fun." He responded, but oddly monotonously. You figured he was either tired or distracted, which was something Camilo was usually not.
"Is something bothering you?" You asked as you grabbed the ends of his ruana, fiddling with that instead. "You seem drained."
"I'm not," Camilo heaved with a sigh. With a click of a tongue, Camilo decided to step up and ask for your output on the thing bothering him the most. "Can I ask you something?"
You looked up to his eyes and time stood frozen for a bit. His eyes had a look of confusion mixed with admiration, your goal being to remove the first feeling to make him better. You let go of his ruana and turned your torso back to lie on the mattress beside him, now two of you are staring at the blank ceiling above. "Sure, lay it on me."
Camilo took a deep breath, "What do you think of two people who are polar opposites? And the entire concept of opposites attract?"
Your eyes slightly widened, and you silently thanked yourself for changing positions so that he wouldn't meet your eyes. Immediately, you thought. Was it just a coincidence that you were asking yourself the same question beforehand? Did it have something to do with him? And by two people, did he mean you and him? You hummed, figured that you should answer all these questions one at a time. It took you a bit of silence before you found your response.
"Opposition creates balance, Camilo." You cleared your throat, staring at the ceiling above but feeling his gaze from your side. "Say you have a scale, a seesaw, with two different things." You raised your hands up and laid back a motion where your hands were at opposing sides.
"Without one element, the other falls, unable to stay up." You motioned your left hand downwards slightly as you pulled back your right hand. "But once there is an another element in the other side of the scale, it sways the instrument, raises the other up. But, there is a catch."
Camilo listened to you attentively, his lips pursed trying to stay focused. You took his silence to continue, "Each of the two elements need to be in equal in order to achieve that balance. Without the other, it wouldn't exist. If it did exist and is attentive to the effort exerted, it would balance out."
"So you're saying," Camilo asked, you looked to the side to focus on his features. The close proximity making two of you flustered and unknowingly wanting to hide it from each other. Camilo gulped as he continued, "That people fit together when they're polar opposites?"
"I think so." You answered him, resting your hands on top of your stomach. "I mean, wouldn't it be fun to be with someone who's not like you? You spend the rest of your life leaning out of your comfort zone with someone else's. Whatever they do will be unpredictable but also worth learning in the end." Camilo nodded with a shy smile, pushing his eyes away from you before going back to staring at the blank ceiling. Another deep sigh was heard from the boy before he asked the last question he had been fighting to suppress, afraid of what your response may be.
"Do you see it like us? Being polar opposites?
It took you a while to hum. Camilo worried but his heart leaped when he heard you say "Yes". Now, it was your turn to look away shyly, staring at the corner of the wall. "It's the reason why we get along so well"
"So by your logic, you and I balance out too," Camilo muttered, a surge of confidence beaming on his heart when he found part of his answer. He turned his head to you and raised up his torso to fully turn in your direction, a hand leaning on the side on his face and his elbow resting on the bed. "Would that mean something?"
You looked up to him, and smiled at the realization. No longer did he have the confused look in his face, but only admiration and confidence. He was back to the shining glimmer in his green hazel eyes and it made you fall deeper in.
Camilo finally found his answer. He needed someone like you to make his life better. Even he, himself knew that often times he would get out of hand. Even chaos would unravel for the worst occasionally. But ever since you came, you unknowingly gave him tranquil and peace. If he gets overwhelmed, you would always be there to calm him down. And he does the same. When you're underwhelmed, he lifts you up.
The moment he finally heard your answer after an amount of silence of merely gazing into each other's eyes, he now figured it all out.
"Us being polar opposites has always meant something to me, Camilo."
Opposition does create balance. Chaos wouldn't be on the scale without the element of calm to show otherwise. Simplicity wouldn't exist as a concept without the presence of complexity, just like how good wouldn't be strived for without the knowledge of the bad. There was his answer. The corner of Camilo's lips drew itself up now that everything felt clear.
Camilo could now understand why he fell in love with someone unlike him.
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Camilo Madrigal Dating a Ballerina
pairing: camilo madrigal x fem!reader
genre: fluff headcanons
tags: modern au, ballerina reader, mentions of anxiety and pressure, gif source
requested by: anonymous
a/n:
heavily inspired from @kitasgloves' camilo bf hcs cause i cant get them out of my head kasjshhd this one is for when he's dating a ballerina :'))
not a professional ballerina but was trained in a similar genre so pls do correct me for inaccuracies!
Camilo is an artistic person all in all so if YOU manage to get HIS attention the most, you're something else, he's definitely a keeper
I feel like you would know him beforehand, I hc him to be also oriented with dance therefore you two met over mutual friends or connections
He's seen you dance a lot and he gets shy when he approaches you but soon enough, he musters up the courage to get your contact info
The talking stage between you two is MAGIC. He would often ask if you ate, ask if you were okay, and if you're free he would ask if he can take you outside to hang out
After sometime he asks you out and his jumps would be higher than yours. Man is an energetic person therefore he would be all over the place if he's over the moon
Despite being energetic, he's anything BUT flexible. He would joke around and try to imitate your poses but would fail miserably but it's okay cause your laugh already makes him feel enough
He's very affectionate. He loves to kiss your hand and 'bow' jokingly as if he's imitating a royal prince
Speaking of prince, he calls you princess a LOT. He loves saying that you remind him of royalty and that he should treat you with respect because of how poised, graceful and elegant you are
Whenever you need to practice without your crew, he wouldn't hesitate to be a dance double. You can tell he really tries and it's the most adorable thing in the world
He can lift you up and spin you around gracefully but ask him to do a split and he's whining like a 5 year old
He cringes with shoe squeaks on the floor so everytime you practice you're either wearing socks or stockings along with your pointe shoes
Camilo is a natural jokester and energy pill that never runs out so to other people, you're seemingly like the most mature out of the relationship
YOU TWO ARE THE SUN AND MOON AND I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH !!
Camilo Madrigal, the sunshine and source of energy while you, the moonlight's grace and calming wonder. A PERFECT DYNAMIC
He gets weak at the knees when you do pirouettes. He says it's like you're in a wind up music box and you look so beautiful everytime
Even if its not required, he's always getting you accessories for your dance outfits (may it be tiaras, feather headdresses, flower hair clips) which always makes you stand out from the crowd and he loves it
He's always posting you on his Instagram stories !! With matching emojis that fit your outfits (🌸🧁💗, 🌊🎟️💙, etc)
And everytime your ballet team posts pictures with you, he immediately shares it to his IG story with an arrow pointed at you
Every time you get sore after practice, he always gives you adhesive relief patches along with sweet treats that both of you enjoy on the way home in the car
He always carries your bottled water everywhere. His backpack is even bigger incase you needed to put something in there
Bonus: He practices opera as a joke after how much you dance to the genre
Camilo Madrigal is also a sentimental person. He would keep small memoirs of your life or he even collects it (spare feathers, loose fabric, etc) not in a weird way but just for something to look back to
He's always goofing around the barre (handrail for support). He loves to tease you practicing but can never reach your flexibility so he's just there looking like a stiff giraffe and it makes you laugh every single time
He wears your tutu as a lions mane when hes feeling goofy. Sometimes he would forget it was still there and you hold back your laugh
Being a ballerina and having to be constantly fit means that you're physique is lowkey built and your muscles are lean. This makes Camilo jealous so he works out just so that he can rival and get better abs than you
When you're out for dinner after a show, he always tells you to keep wearing your dress in public. You don't know why but he loves showing off his ballerina girlfriend out there and he grins proudly holding your hand when people stare at you
He's always inviting his family to your shows!! His cousin Isabela loves you so much to the point where she just wants you to marry into the family so that you can teach her dance gracefully
Camilo's sister Dolores treats you like a doll. She and Mirabel pampers you with new dresses and accessories that makes you look more like a princess. They always have Camilo get the last look and he gets so lovesick everytime.
Even if you love being a ballerina, there are often times where you just don't feel like it. You feel pressured to perform, anxious to mess up, etc. If that ever happens Camilo would always be there to cheer you up. If you're down he gets you to do something else like watching a movie or walking in the park while endlessly chatting to distract you.
You love his singing voice! If you're extra drained from dancing all day he goes all out to play the piano and sing you a song until you fall asleep
Camilo is always the first to congratulate you. He has nothing to hide so he's always out there running to you after every competition and showers you with love
Camilo's love language is both physical touch and words of affirmation. He's very affectionate and open to you and you reciprocate that by running to his arms and endlessly telling him 'thank yous', 'i love yous' and etc. It makes him feel so loved and think he's worth it.
If you receive bouquets of flowers as you walk through the stage during awarding ceremonies, you already know who it's from 💗
again and I cannot stress this enough, SUN AND MOON DYNAMIC ‼️‼️‼️
[Angst] With your sun brightening up your day, there are times when he gets real down but tries so hard to hide it. You notice it though, you know him the most so you're always looking out for him
[Angst] Oftentimes he feels burdened and pressured of having you. A ballerina girlfriend is every man's dream and sometimes he feel like he's not enough and he doesn't deserve you which is why he tries so hard in making you happy, at the cost of neglecting his own
[Angst] But you, you see through him. You're always showering him with affection and making sure that Camilo isn't down and he's so genuinely lucky to have you
With you around, Camilo is certainly living his Disney Prince dream. Having a princess-like ballerina to love is already enough to make him grateful for his life
He loves to dance with you! Slow dances and ballroom dancing are his fave because its a genre you two feel comfortable dancing in
Bonus: You two love to sing and dance to this song alone when you're visiting his family back in their lively and colorful house rooftop 😭💗💗💗💗💗💗
Camilo Madrigal is a very lucky man to have you, and you're extremely grateful you finally found the soulmate and the prince you've been dreaming for 💗
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Show them what you got | camilo m.
pairings: camilo madrigal x gn reader
genre: fluff
requested by: anonymous
summary: being in a relationship with a Madrigal may sometimes be hard. they were well-off, well-respected and were treated like royalty; which was something you were not. gossip and whispers kept you down and camilo hated it. one day, he proves them all wrong and gets you to do something you never even knew you were capable of doing.
"There they go again, what does Camilo even see in Y/N?"
"I heard Y/N's family is dating Camilo for the money"
"Do you think they deserve to be a Madrigal? They're so poor though"
"They're not even worth fighting for what do they have that I don't?"
Various words from the people acted like bullets shot to your heart, while it was common, it still had a toll on you. You, a normal villager in the Encanto, never really got any attention or eyes on you.
Not until Camilo Madrigal asked you out.
Yes, THE Camilo Madrigal. The resident shapeshifter, the town's sunshine, the village's happy pill, and the most social out of all the Madrigals. He was a blessing to you, and though it was hard to keep up a relationship with someone as well-respected as him, it was worth it.
Oftentimes Camilo would be offended for you over comments made by the people, who were they to insult the love of his life? As much as he just wanted to snap at them, you always held him back saying that 'it doesn't matter', when deep inside someone else with a gift of hearing gets heartbroken over your silent sobs every midnight.
Today was like any other normal day, you had your chores with Camilo and you played along with children and took care of them while their parents can't. It may be draining keeping up with a LOT of bundles of joy, the smiles on Camilo's face kept you energized and brightened up your dimming days.
While on your way home after the kids dispersed to their parents, Camilo insisted he watches the sunset with you on Casita's rooftop. On the way there however, didn't go your way.
Walking jolly across the mossy pavements of the village, Camilo held your hand and intertwined it with his, swaying it back and forth.
"Today was something huh?" He asked while panting. "I swear the more coffee Juancho drinks, the more hyper he's gonna be and he's still 7!"
"But you look adorable though chasing him all around" You cooed as Camilo grimaced sarcastically, rolling his eyes when you pinched his cheeks. Both of you were left to giggle, chatting about your usual days with Camilo cracking up a few jokes to make you laugh.
Not until you passed by a group of people your age, gossiping oddly really loudly.
"He's with them again" "Does he ever get tired of them? Cause I already have just even looking at their face" "Poor Camilo he deserves better-"
Your eavesdropping was cut short when you felt Camilo's hand grip tightly against yours. He was about to stomp towards them when you put a hand on his chest and looked at him in the eyes. It held anger, fury, his eyes were burning like flames having not used to such remarks about you. But the moment his eyes met yours, it immediately softened.
"No, Camilo" You whispered to him, "Don't make a fuss over me"
"But I should. They were clearly talking bad about you" He grit through his teeth and furrowed his eyebrows. Caressing the back of the palm with your thumb, you tried to ease him off and led him faster back to the Casita. With the live house seemingly used to your presence and sensing Camilo's anger, it immediately made stairs that led to the rooftop.
The sunset from the top is as beautiful as it would always be. You were lucky because the Madrigal's house was situated at the very top of the Encanto which makes it easier to see the sun set with its colorful hues and vibrancy. After you and Camilo settled in, you let him cuddle and position himself to your chest, caressing his hair and whispering soft tunes to make him calm down.
"Amor" He whispered softly, "How are you not bothered by what they all say?"
You pursed your lips, unable to think of coherent words that sums up your emotional abuse from them for the past months. "I- I don't know- I mean, to be honest, it does bother me but I try not to let it to."
You felt Camilo hum when you rested your chin over the crown of his head, your fingers fiddling with the curls on his hair. You took it as a sign to continue in an attempt to break the comfortable silence.
"Out of all the people, Camilo... why did you choose me?" You choked out a sob, afraid to break down to the love of your life. "There are many other people more attractive, and they even got more to offer to your family. I'm just, I'm poor, my family barely makes a living and if I were to be honest, I don't think such family should be tied to yours whom of which are the total opposite-"
Camilo has heard enough, he cut you off when he suddenly sat up to face you. He held both your wrists and let you face him with a stern look in his face. You can still slightly observed that he was offended, sad and angry at the same time. It was your talent and privilege from having to see this view everyday but this time, it was so full of negativity that you just wanted to hug and kiss his worries away.
"Look, Y/N" Camilo blankly said. It lowkey scared you because he was always the one with petnames or nicknames and knowing that he used your actual name, you could tell he was not joking around.
"None of that matters when I'm with you. When we met I didn't give a damn about your status or job or financial problems or anything else. What mattered was that I felt safe and sound around your mere presence and that was enough to let me know that it is you I want to spend the rest of my life with." Camilo softened his voice midway as he wiped a stray tear that escaped your glassy eyes. He held both your cheeks and leaned in, resting his forehead and nose against yours.
"You're everything I've been looking for, Y/N L/N. Nothing else is ever gonna make me change my mind. Not your bullies, not our families, not anything or anyone. You are the blessing given to me and every time I hold you, it would only make my family's magic wish it was stronger than what we have."
Every single word that came out from Camilo's mouth singlehandedly fixed every bullet hole shot by your bullies. It was as if he, too had a gift of healing. Breaking down your walls, you sobbed in his arms and it was now his turn to comfort and sing for you. Letting it all out, you dipped further into his embrace.
"Then what should I do to make it stop, Camilo?" You finally looked up at him. By the looks of it, he seemed perfectly fine and rested now. His train of thought led him to bring back his devilish grin. While holding you by the shoulders, he looked at you in the eye as he said,
"We're gonna show them what you got"
—
Later at night after Camilo brought you to your house, his mood suddenly brightened up the moment he kissed you goodbye. Practically stomping to Mirabel's room, he kicked the door open.
"MIRABEL!" The girl shot up from her table, startled from the loud screeching from her cousin. "What the hell, Camilo? What do you want?"
"I want you to make a dancing dress for Y/N that matches my ruana"
—
Whatever happened to Mirabel from the earlier encounter, also happened to Isabela.
"ISABELA!"
"Dios mio, What do you want Camilo?"
"Mirabel's making a grand dress for Y/N and I want you to decorate it with sunflowers."
—
Like a repeated record, Dolores was the unfortunate next victim for Camilo's mysterious antics.
"DOLORES!" Immediately, the girl covered her ears the moment the boy crashed into her room. "What is it now, Camilo?"
"Mirabel's making a dress for Y/N, Isabela is putting flowers all over it and I need your yellow headscarves and accessories for their hairstyle when they wear it"
"Okay sure, but what's the occasion?"
And that was how Dolores, the town's chismosa, was giddy enough to spill to her family that Camilo was planning something to show you off to the entire town.
—
"ABUELA!" Yes, even the poor old lady got her peaceful moment of silence interrupted by none other than her first male grandkid. With a sigh, she asked patiently. "Yes, Camilo?"
"We're having the celebratory anniversary of the Casita rebuild tomorrow night right?"
"Yes, the whole town is invited."
"Good!" Camilo said excitingly. He had a wide grin in his face that eventually Abuela also mirrored. Before she can ask, Camilo beat her to it,
"Can me and Y/N have a solo dance after the ceremony?"
—
"You want me to do what?!" You yelled as your face show disbelief. "A dance?! In front of everyone?!"
"YES!" Camilo said, holding your hands and shaking it excitedly. "I wanted to show you off to them, let your bullies see that you are much more than what they saw and since I'm forbidden to do violence, we'll show them a piece of their minds by giving them the best dance they've ever seen! They'll be so stunned and jealous they're never gonna mess with you ever again!
And just when you were about to whine, he grabbed your hand and literally dragged you to Mirabel's room. The boy had too much excitement that you couldn't disagree no more. If Camilo went all the way to bother all his family into preparing this all for you, it made you realize how special you are and how lucky you were to catch this boy's attention.
—
It was finally time for the celebration. As usual, Casita was packed. It was lively, bright, and full of music just as any Madrigal party goes. However, it was missing a few family members as they were too busy prepping you up for the dance.
The Madrigal girls all cooed at your now prepared appearance. Mirabel has sewn the most beautiful golden dress anyone has laid their eyes on, Isabella added flowers that accentuated your outfit, and Dolores neatly fixed your hair to prevent it from getting messed up during the dance. Though you were quite nervous, the girls reassured you and calmed you down while Camilo waits for you outside the Casita.
Walking out discreetly from the back of the Casita, you met Camilo who was waiting patiently for you. The moment his eyes laid on you, he felt like he was floating on cloud 9, his heart leaped with joy, his eyes glimmered against the moonlight and his hands shivered. If falling in love with someone happens multiple times, this count would be for infinity.
"You look amazing, amor." Camilo held your hand and pulled you closer. You let out a light laugh and kissed him in the cheek, feeling the heat radiating from the area as Camilo profusely got flustered. In an attempt to regain his consciousness, he linked his arm with yours .
"Shall we?"
—
Stares. Glares. Eyes on you.
But this time, it made you felt proud.
The same eyes that stared on your casual figure at the village turned into glares of jealousy the moment you and Camilo walked in to the center of the courtyard. With arms linked with his, numerous groups of teens your age pierced their glares through your heart, their mouths fiddling with whispers and gossips you couldn't hear.
But you didn't care, not yet.
Taking in the moment, you held your head up high with a wide smile that Camilo fell in love with; the same smile he saw when you were together at the river when you danced playfully for the first time.
The moment you danced once again with Camilo, it felt like you two were the only people in the world. He held you gracefully and spun you around with uttermost care. Only Camilo saw you dance, and this moment made him feel like heaven on earth. Being able to sway and carry you to his favorite tune in front of the entire village, showing to them that you were only his to care and he was yours to treasure,
It definitely proved your bullies wrong.
But they didn't give up. Throughout the entire dance, you can feel their piercing gazes from far away. No matter how much you tried to ignore it, you can still hear the whispers and jealous gossip flowing from their mouths and it still bothered you. Using up as much as you can to turn them away, you continued dancing with Camilo until it was the final end where you were dipped by him. He held your waist so gently and supported your neck with his other hand. His eyes? Straight towards you the entire time.
"Camilo, they're still glaring at me" You whispered to him.
"Who?"
"All the people that wanted you." He slowly turned his head only to see the same bullies that had intense gears of anger in their eyes dashing straight way towards you.
"Amor" Camilo went back to your gaze, asking for your attention. He made sure all your eyes were on him before he whispered to you,
"Then kiss me in front of all those who wanted me." He paused before he added in,
"Show all of them who I belong to."
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What it feels like ㅡ carlos m.
pairing: carlos madrigal x fem reader
genre: fluff
tags: oneshot, flirty reader, cold and oblivious carlos, mutual pining, bickering, arguing, making out, not proof read
summary: you loved to make fun of carlos madrigal who always had a stoic face, and you were continuously teasing and pranking him to get his attention. every time you see him, you always made it your goal to annoy him. on one fine day, he tries to talk back and it leads to something else you finally had been waiting for.
"I don't know, Carlos Madrigal just seems interesting to me." You smirked, taking a sip of coffee as you trailed off talking about Mirabel's cousin who was just outside the window tending to his chores. Beside you was Mirabel who had a questioning look on her face.
"You're peculiar Y/N. I always thought you'd be interested in Camilo instead, your energy matches his." Mirabel trailed off, eyes on Carlos who was walking around the village. Looking at her, you shrugged your shoulders, "Yeahh, no. Sometimes he's too much for me to handle AND he has eyes on the baker's daughter and I'm sneakily setting them up."
"And how are you gonna do that?" You put down your mug of coffee on the table as you laughed and shook your head. You had a mischievous grin that Mirabel just stared at blankly.
"I stole Tia Julieta's banana bread recipe that Camilo likes so that he goes to her shop everyday to buy hers instead." Mirabel gasped at your plan. "Oh, you are sneaky, does any of them know?"
You smirked and wiggled your eyebrows, a scoff exiting your lips. "Ugh, do you really have to ask? I'm like the sneakiest pranker after Camilo that not even he can figure it out."
An eruption of laughter filled the kitchen of Casita as you two shared stories about pranks and jokes around the Encanto. Early in the morning, you always felt giddy when you enter the Casita. Not because of the coffee, but because it only served as an excuse for you to see the boy in maroon ruana that somehow caught your attention for no reason.
Speaking of the devil, he walked in to a cult-like setting in the kitchen, only hearing squeals and wheezes of laughter by you and Mirabel. A questioned look was on his face. Once you noticed his presence, you immediately put a smirk when you approached him slowly.
"Hola, mi amor" You flirted, finger stroking his arm while he gives you a disgusted look. Mirabel kept laughing at Carlos who stood still.
Noticing his frozen state, you patted the kitchen island and as commanded, Casita shifted its tiles to bring a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
You nudged Carlos' shoulder. "I made coffee for you, querido, hope you like it." Carlos glanced at the cup before muttering a 'thank you' and dashing out the door.
You can only let out a soft smile when he finally turned his back at you. Not a grimace or a smirk, but an actual smile of adoration. Mirabel caught up to you and put a hand on your shoulder. "He would have been fun if he only flirted back."
"It takes time, Mira" You said, bumping your hip with hers gently. "Its actually surprising that he hasn't stabbed me by now."
"HE WHAT?"
"Yeah, he carries a pocket knife." Showing off a proud smile, you looked at Mirabel who had a stunned look in her face. "I did not know that."
"There are many things you don't know about him. He's that type of boy to be secretive and stoic with his feelings and that's exactly my type." You trailed off, showing the girl a playful smile. "I'm gonna make that boy part of my life someday"
"Jeez, you really are a hopeless lovesick flirt."
"Only for him, Mira. Only for him."
—
Running back to his room as fast as he could, Carlos sat down on his desk as he held the cup of coffee you made. His hands were shaking, face flustered from your continuous flirtations.
"Dios mio, What are you doing to me Y/N?" He asked out loud.
His lips curled whilst he was thinking of you, an expression that no one else saw. Sure, he has let out a few smiles and tears to his family but you, you were something else.
Never did he once thought that he would be feeling love. After hearing stories from his parents, he always thought that romantic love was what made one truly happy. As he grew older, his perception of that changed as soon as his personality did too.
Having to be the shadow of the Madrigal twins, he never felt like he was special. Carlos never felt like he mattered, that he was solely there to help the community like a servant. He was never looked at, never talked to, never laughed with, never loved.
Until you came along.
He can't pinpoint a specific date, but he swore that one day you showed up in his life and his perception of it took a 180 degree turn. You weren't like the rest. You kept looking at him, you kept talking to him, you kept laughing with and at him, and,
You seemed like you liked him.-
Scratch that, he refused to put his heart on the thought of latter. You were a flirt. You weren't always an ass, but you constantly teased him. You always flustered him. You always somehow manage to almost break the cold persona he worked hard for to show.
Do you mean everything you said? Or was I just another toy to you?
One of the things that bothered him was that question. Why exactly did you choose him as the one you kept messing with? Oftentimes he would shapeshift to stalk you silently but you never had the same personality you had with other boys in the village. There were guys more appealing and attractive than Carlos.
And the thing is, he never showed you any response nor teased you back. He never made a move on you, he shoved you away, completely ignores you and if you two were to speak, your conversations would be done after 2 minutes, with you carrying. He pushed you away and never reciprocated your advances, so,
"Why me? Y/N?"
He can only sigh as he took a sip of the coffee he made. Like the drink, he felt his cheeks getting warmer and his stomach getting weird. His heart fluttered. He loved your coffee. It was perfectly balanced and tailored to his taste. The creamer and sugar not to sweet, and the brewed drink not too bitter for his taste buds. It was just right.
Raking his hands through his hair, he stood up and yelled while he plopped his body on his comfy bed. Facing the ceiling, he lightly slapped his cheeks.
"She needs to stop."
As much as he liked the attention from someone like you, he hated how to him, you treated it like it was a joke. You were constantly messing with him, always trying to break his façade, always trying to make him look vulnerable.
He hated that the first time he felt love was from a dangerous flirt that seemed to toy him.
Taking a deep breath, he stood up from his bed and dusted his maroon ruana. He went out the door, putting back a blank face as he walked out the Casita, doing something he has never done before.
Looking for you.
—
Letting Carlos' legs trudge through the dried and mossy pavement of the village streets, he was out to find you. If he remembered correctly, you were either at your house, the garden, or at your parents' stall. He avoided the first and last option, still too nervous to approach both you and your parents.
Walking towards the large garden at the far side of the Encanto, he saw your figure. The sight of you is, strange.
He doesn't see the smug and flirty Y/N at all. Instead, he saw a lovely girl lying on the hammock by the large tree, casually reading a book. Your hair was flowing gracefully with the wind, your eyebrows furrowed as you were into whatever you were reading.
You didn't seem to notice Carlos approaching, it was only when he was literally standing in front of you with a blank face.
Immediately at the sight of him, your usual smirk was plastered on your face, sitting up from the hammock. "Fancy seeing you, here amor. Missed me already?"
Carlos glared at you. "As if, I only wandered here and found you. Sad you didn't fall."
You stood up and walked closer to Carlos, the close proximity of both your bodies sending him shivers to his spine. His eyes sparked a bit of surprise before it went blank and empty.
"Oh, does it count when I already fell.. for you?"
Now Carlos' face was flustered. You noticed a dark tint in his cheeks and it gave you a spark of hope that maybe your flirtatious deeds seem to have an effect on him. Carlos tilted his head, blank face trying to desperately hide the blush, "For all I care, I wouldn't catch you anyway."
Showing a dramatic face of disbelief, you put a hand in your chest. "Owh, being mean are we?" Inching closer near to his face, you whispered to him with a low tone, "You know how I always fall for bad boys right, amor?"
"Don't call me amor."
"What about..." You traced your hands on his chest, slowly leading up to twirl a strand of his curly hair "mi vida?"
Carlos snapped from his trance, hastily shoving your hand away from his face. "No, you need to stop."
"Oh, I see" You backed away, crossing your arms. "You're being hard to get now-"
"Enough!" He finally yelled, leaving you taken aback. Never had he raised his voice, and honestly, you didn't know what to do. Immediately the atmosphere became tense.
"I've had enough, Y/N! You keep doing this to me, acting like you have a thing and then laughing at me, I've had enough!" His eyes shown anger. Not that you weren't used to it, but the tone of his voice legitimately scared you.
"I'm not just some guy you can toy around with okay? Messing with my head, making me feel like crap and then you leaving happily as if you don't give a damn, I hate it! I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to leave me the hell alone and do whatever your pathetic life tells you to do!" He burst, leaving no space for you to respond. He was angry, and it terrified you.
After rambling, Carlos put a hand in his mouth, not realizing how much he has said to you than the 3 years you two ever talked. If you weren't fixated in his eyes, you would fail to notice the slight tear escape from his glassy eyes.
And it pained you to know that you were the reason behind it.
With a deep exhale, Carlos put his hands over his hair, trying to pull it. He dropped them and with a last glance on your unreadable face, he turned around, trying to escape. But you caught his hand in time.
Still not facing you, you looked down and whispered. "You wanna know why my life is pathetic?"
Carlos turned around and his heart broke at the sight of you. You weren't giving him a smirk, not lifting your eyebrows like you used to, you had hunched shoulders, and your eyes were also glassy trying to hold back a tear.
"Because you're not part of it."
You inched closer, still holding his hand. You grabbed the other, forcing him to face you. Carlos had disbelief plastered all over his face, not used to the vulnerable sight of you right now.
You looked down and continued to finally speak. "Everyday I dreamed of having a story like my fairytale books, a prince being there for the princess and they lived happily ever. All throughout my life, I believed that love with come to me. And I thought I did, when I saw you."
You looked up, and see his tear stained cheeks. Letting go of his hands, he felt sad at the warmth leaving. But that emotion didn't last long when you palms found their way to his cheeks instead, your thumb wiping away the tears from his eyes.
"But as I see it, you didn't seem to know what love is. You didn't know what love felt like. So instead, I tried so hard to grab your attention, to teach you what I feel about love, but-"
"I guess it backfired, and made you upset instead, and I'm sorry. But, I meant all of I said, I wasn't toying with you, and I never would want to."
Leaving a deep sigh, you brought your lips to the corner of his lips and gave him a soft peck. He only stared at you in shock, still completely frozen.
"I apologize, Carlos. I'll never bother you again."
Carlos finally managed to snap back to the current world, train of thoughts all around his mind when he felt your palms leave his cheeks, immediately losing the warmth that made his heart flutter. Looking at you, he saw you turn around and trying to look away.
She loves me. Someone loves me. And it's Y/N.
He couldn't just let you walk away, not after all the feelings he finally figured out. So he reached out to grab your hand, turned you around to face him. At the spur of the moment, he grabbed the sides of your face and collided his lips with yours.
You can tell he was inexperienced, making you giggle through the kiss. You led his hands from your face to your waist, and you brought yours around his neck, brushing against his curls. You inched closer, and deepened the kiss.
So this is what love feels like? Carlos thought to himself. To have his heart fluttering, to have a smile upon his face, to have goosebumps all over his skin, to have a reason to wake up in the mornings for the best coffee he's ever had, to be able to finally show his true colors to you, whom he trusted.
Yes, this is what love feels like. For Carlos to feel warmth in your embrace, to be appreciated for his existence, to be seen in a light that isn't about his gift or powers, to be feeling affection from someone he had been longing for, to have Y/N L/N be finally part of his life.
Yes, this is what love feels like. For you to finally get the prince you've been asking for, to be reciprocated by the boy you longed for, to have his lips synchronize with yours, to have Carlos Madrigal be finally part of your life.
This is what love feels like.
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Hii, I have a request, a Camilo x fem!reader. Can you maybe write a fluff one shot where cami and the reader are always cuddling. Like they can see each other during their chores and just hug or kiss then go back to what they were doing. Have a nice day
Cuddle Bug ㅡ camilo m.
pairing: camilo madrigal x female reader
genre: pure fluff
tags: established relationship, pda, cuddles, kisses, camilo is lovesick, reader is pampered
a/n: thank you for the request and i hope you like it! i kind of had a similar drabble in my drafts so i hope you don't mind me adding some especially in the last T^T
"Gracias, Señora, I'll make sure to deliver the rest of the jams later afternoon!" You gestured to the middle-aged woman whom you were sent to deliver freshly made jam from your family business.
The woman sent her regards and you started to walk back home, dusting your dress from the dust. You had a moment of silence through the walk home before you heard whining from a familiar voice until you were tackled into a back hug.
"Cami!" You didn't need to think twice who it was. Turning around, you extended your arms and gave the love of your life a very-big bear hug. The boy in turn, let out a squeak as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.
"Amor! I haven't seen you all day!" Camilo mumbled, his breath tickling your neck. "You smell like honey..."
Hearing his small comment made you burst out in laughter, hugging the boy tighter as you sway. "Yeah, a girl doing chores in her family's honey farm smelling like honey? Weird right?"
Camilo pulled away from the hug and pouted at you, still having his hands on your waist. "I haven't seen you for long and you already make snarky remarks at your boyfriend?"
"I'm just kidding mi vida!!!" You exclaimed, squishing his cheeks and tapping his nose. "How were the kids today?" Your eyes widened slightly after you realized your choice of words. Why did that make me sound like a mother?
Camilo was taken aback from the way you worded the question, but shrugged it away swatting his imaginations running wild in his head. "They were a handful! The coffee kid kept climbing on me and Cecilia kept singing I feel like my ear was bleeding and Jose's kid kept hiding that he almost hid in the oven and I didn't notice! God knows what else would happen if I forgot!"
"Jeez" You furrowed your eyebrows, moving away to hold his hand whilst you walk back to the middle of town. "I don't know where you get your patience from"
"Can't blame them. Mi papi said it's my karma because I was exactly like that as a kid."
"Based from the white hair from your father I can already tell how much of a handful you are" You ruffled his hair, making him grumble and sulk playfully.
"Yeah yeah I'm getting a taste of my own medicine. But since I had a long day and you kept making fun of me, I think you owe me something in return" He said as he stopped his tracks to turn back and face you.
You saw his mischievous grin and tilted your head, figuring out the sneaky plan he had in mind. "And that is-?"
The end of your sentence got cut off as you were interrupted by your own squeal as Camilo suddenly turned around and duck down, grabbing your thighs as he lifts you up, carrying you on his back. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around his neck while you bury your head in his fluffy hair while he runs for his life and you are left yelling.
"CUDDLES!"
—
"It's quite convenient how you had to carry me all the way here" You mumbled, munching on an arepa that Camilo gave to you.
Both of you were now at the Casita courtyard, cuddling on one of the hammocks. Yeah, three hammocks in the room and both of you just had to crunch in only one. You were half sitting and lying down while Camilo was close to dozing off on top of you. His head was lying comfortably on your chest and his legs were entangled with yours. While snacking, your other hand was playing with his hair and Camilo was fighting with all of his might not to pass out right then and now.
"I can stay here all I want, no ones gonna look for me all the way here" You heard Camilo mumbling against the fabric of your top, voice groggy from his sleepiness.
You chuckled at him and your voice along with the vibrations from your torso practically sends his heart fluttering to the edge of the world. He buries his face even more, hiding his face that showed a mixture between sleepy and flustered. Boy he is so whipped for you.
"We need to go eventually milo, we both have chores to do" You trailed off, dusting your hands after finishing the last bite of the arepa as you took the advantage and played with his fluffy curls. All the more reason for Camilo to just melt.
You can hear him whine. "5 more minutes"
"Okay, but roll over you're heavy"
Thank God you both didn't fall from the hammock who was clinging for its life holding both of your weight. Now, your head was on the crook of Camilo's neck while his hands wrap around your waist. You can feel yourself slowly dozing off, and his soft mellow singing made it even worse as you passed out in his arms.
—
"My back hurts" You complained for the 34674th time to Mirabel who was busy washing the jars while you were sitting on a desk fiddling with the stickers for the jar.
"What happened to you this time?"
"Dozed off with Camilo on your hammocks at home, forgot to wake up for the next chores and the next thing you know, Casita just yeeted us off and sent us flying to the ground!"
"At least it woke you up. Both of you sleep like logs I don't blame Casita" Mirabel snickered.
You gave her a playful offended gaze. "Hey! Show some compassion here your best friend is in pain"
"Oh Y/N, if you're talking about pain let's not just count the fact that I have to hold myself and NOT throwing up when you and mi primo stick to each other like bugs on a leaf"
"You set us up together so it's your fault-" "I THOUGHT IT WOULDN'T MAKE IT PAST THE FIRST DATE-"
"Y/N MI AMOR!" Speaking of the devil...
Once again, you were trapped in a bear hug by none other than your lover. Camilo wrapped his arms around you and peppered kisses on the side of your cheeks making you laugh.
"Hola amor, why are you so giddy all of a sudden" You turned around and gave him a peck in the lips. He really seemed so energetic and full of energy as if he didn't just fall off the hammock like you did.
"Playing hide and seek with the children outside, I have a minute before I go back and seek them"
"Can you two please get a room-" Both of you threw a deadpanned look at Mirabel who absolutely ruined the moment.
"Ugh" You groaned sarcastically. "You should set her up with one of your friends"
Camilo nodded, still having his arms around you. "Later, I have time to crunch here" His attention went back to you as he hugged you tighter with a squeal.
"You're adorable cami, but you need to go back to the kids" You motioned to the clock that was ticking. He looked back at you, pouting. Leaving a last peck on his lips, he ran away back to continue his babysitting duties.
"Y/N."
"What is it now Mira?"
"Stop smiling like that it's creepy"
"Shut up"
—
"Sure, Señora. I can accompany Camilo while taking care of little Lia" You smiled enthusiastically as you bent down your knees to meet the little girl's eyes. She had a shy demeanor but slowly warmed up to you once you pulled flower crown and put it on her. "No need to worry, niñita, we'll take care of you okay?" She nodded slowly. You opened your arms and she slowly walked up to your embrace.
"Muchas gracias, Y/N. Lo siento for the short notice but I had no choice but to let her stay here." The same middle-aged woman whom you had packaged delivered had a sad look on her face. But you understood.
After you promised to deliver the rest of the jams, she pointed out that her niece, Lia had to be babysit while she travels upside for her work. Luckily, you and Camilo were trustworthy enough to take care of her for the night. Little Lia basically grew up under your care due to close family ties but there are times where she can be reserved and shy.
"It's alright Señora, no worries! She's safe in mi casa" You gave her a smile as she greets her niece goodbye. With good timing, Camilo arrived in your house bringing a bunch of play toys he brought from Lia's house.
"Who is up for a game of jenga?!" "ME!"
—
Was Camilo too young to have this imagery in his mind? The thought of you and him as a family, with little yous and hims running around the house with energy they got from Camilo, was he insane?
But he can't help it. After he cleaned the dishes after dinner, he walked up to your room to see you and Lia cuddled together in a blanket he gifted to you. The sight of this made his heart swell with love and admiration. Little Lia was snuggled in your arms, fast asleep while you held her tight, nearly close to sleeping.
Camilo walked closer to you to tuck a stray strand of hair from your face to the back of the ear, his hand cupped and his thumb stroking your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes and met his soft warm hazel ones.
"Were you able to give her a bath before sleeping?" He whispered as he motioned to the little girl in your arms. You nodded, giving him a soft smile. His heart fluttered and if he were to be honest, he was about to cry in pure happiness.
You patted to the other side of the bed, urging him to lie beside you. He followed, fiddling through the sheets as he spooned you. His arms slithered through your waist and brought you and Lia closer.
"Is it weird if I say we look like a family now?" He whispered, voice giving shivers to your spine.
"Yes. Whatever you're thinking, keep it to yourself"
He laughed. "I was kidding mi vida. But this entire thing is adorable though"
"It is..." You let go of Lia, putting her in a more comfortable position as you turned around and snuggled closer to Camilo. He giggled at you burying yourself in his chest and fiddled with the locks of your hair.
"It's strange you know, when we met you wouldn't even walk up to me in a kilometer radius and now you're never off of me" You trailed off, looking at Camilo who held in a silent laugh.
It was indeed strange for the both of you. A few months ago, you never talked to him or even spared a glace at each other. Not until Mirabel got dared to set up two of her friends for a blind date. Not really thinking it through, she chose you and Camilo, oblivious as to how that small detail would change both of your lives. The moment you two spent the evening basking under the moonlight in the nearby garden, something sparked. You noticed him, and he noticed you. Since then, you two were inseparable and as much as Mirabel spent teasing you both, she lowkey loved your relationship and how she was the one to make it happen. Oftentimes she even gets jealous for not having a relationship of her own.
At any time of the day when the people from the town sees you and Camilo in the same place, you are both either cuddling or holding hands. And it was strange too since both of you weren't the type to be physical with anyone else. You were only touchy to your family and Camilo was only physically affectionate with his mother, both of which were only seen in private. How odd that even in public, its always both of you who are stuck to each other like glue. Oftentimes when you pass by each other during chores, there was never a moment where you two didn't hug or kiss.
How strange, truly. But you wouldn't trade it for anything else. Right now, it seemed as if the stars realigned themselves, like how Mirabel restored the Miracle, she also shared some of the magic with you. A perfect sun and moon with Camilo as the sunshine and you as his moonlight.
"We both owe this to Mirabel. You didn't even notice my existence until she got dared to" He commented.
"Hey! I was busy with my chores, who knew that there was a cute boy walking around the town that I could have swooned over wi-" Your response got interrupted by a tug from your shirt. Turning around, you saw Lia who was stirring awake.
Before you were about to speak, Lia suddenly stood up and crawled between you and Camilo, lying back down and going back to sleep. You and Camilo exchanged gazes, both flustered and stunned at the sudden move from the little girl. Camilo then sent you a smirk, raising his eyebrows.
"We definitely look like a family now" He mouthed, afraid that a whisper would wake the little girl.
You scrunched your face stuck out your tongue and ushered to sleep, cuddling both figures in front of you.
Again, you wouldn't trade this for the world. You silently thanked the universe for letting this happen. Finally dozing off to sleep, you failed to think about Mirabel's reaction when she barges in to your room in the morning and sees you and her cousin snuggled in bed with a little girl.
And boy did you fail to anticipate the amount of teasing once Mirabel brings back a camera and takes a hecka load of pictures of you. Like she said, both of you do sleep like logs that you wouldn't even notice.
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You Idiot. ㅡ camilo m.
pairing: camilo madrigal x gn reader
genre: angst to fluff
tags: one bed only trope, argument, name-calling, cursing, developing relationship, cuddling
req: you wanted requests soo.... can you make an angst to fluff where gn reader and him are friends but they fight and theres a time where they have sleep together but theres only one bed and they end up sharing one and end up confessing to each other
Another day, another pain for Camilo Madrigal.
If you think being magical is all cool and awesome, sometimes it's a hell of a burden, and you can see it clearly when you take a good look at the village's shapeshifter.
"Camilo! Can you turn into someone taller and reach this?"
"Camilo! Please take care of my daughter and turn in to me!"
"Camilo! Can you shapeshift into Luisa?”
He can only fake a smile and tend to orders, I mean, that’s what he was meant for right?
Right?
He thought it was, but not until you came along.
“Camilo!” You yelled and waved at him, urging him to come to you. He approached you tending to the broken drum. “Who do you need me to turn into, Y/N?” He replied, sitting beside you who was clearly having trouble over your broken instrument.
“What? No, I just need you to hold this for me while I tie the string on this bongos.” You grabbed the end of the string and handed it to him.
Camilo was taken aback. “Are you sure? I can be Luisa or Jose or Andres if you want.”
You shook your head as you gave him a warm smile. “No I don’t need Luisa or Jose or anyone else, only I need Camilo Madrigal.”
Something sparked in him that day, and he would never forget it.
—
You don’t know what just happened, but this wasn’t what you expected.
Anger, distress, frustration, and a tense atmosphere wasn’t what you expected to come along between you and Camilo.
“Why couldn’t I just have a proper conversation with you, Camilo? Everything that happens between us always ends up being my fault!” You yelled, gripping the hem of your top as hard as you can, you eyes glassy and teary.
“Every time I have a conversation with you, you would always make it about yourself! Can’t I have my own time to share my feelings to my own best friend?” Camilo yelled back.
“You never do! You never tell me anything! Its- It’s that thing you always do where you pretend you’re fine but you’re not and when I try to at least get something out of you, you just pour it all to me like it’s my fault!”
Camilo cursed under his breath. “You don’t tell me what to do, Y/N! You don’t think that I know how to express myself, coming from a mother who’s emotions control the fucking weather?! I am capable of taking care of my own self and I don’t need your bossy ass bitchiness to baby me as if I’m a child!”
This was your last straw.
“Watch your fucking mouth, Camilo. Never did I once force you to do anything. Not even your powers or your goddamn gift because I just wanted you to be proud of your own damn self.” You inched closer to him, griping his ruana and forcing him to look at you. When you saw the once happy hazel eyes turn dark and empty, you mumbled the last words you ever get to say to him.
“I’m not dealing with this anymore. Find another fucking friend that you won’t treat like shit.” Letting go, you turned away and headed home.
Something faded in him that day, and he would do anything it takes to forget it.
—
Those emotions of anger oddly lasted longer.
The two of you were no longer friends. Oftentimes you would pass by each other in the village but in the form of glares and sharp daggers that everyone could notice. No one meddled in the both of you though, it was your problem.
You hated Camilo, your first friend. The friend that would take a bullet for you if you messed up the fruit stall. The friend that sneaked Julieta’s snacks in your pockets so you could get them for free. The friend that would cheer you up when you’re down. Sadly, he was no longer that.
Camilo hated you, his best friend. The friend that would take the blame if Pepa saw him in trouble. The friend that would play music for him when he’s down. The friend that would take his turn playing with the kids so that he could rest. The friend that would constantly remind him of his true identity that gets covered in his shapeshifting abilities. Sadly, you were no longer that.
Weeks went by and both of you still seemed fine. Not that either of you gave a crap, but strangely, it was like back to square one like nothing even happened. Both of you were blinded by anger and hated to realize the empty hole in your hearts that longed for the other. But to be fair, neither of you were THAT close to be intimate. Just like a bunch of friends, there was still space between you two.
For now.
—
It was not like Camilo cared at all, but he wondered why he hasn’t seen you in 2 days. It was not the usual. You were always near your house, either tending to your stall or just staying in your balcony reading a book.
But you weren’t.
While passing by your block, he noticed that your window was shut, and your book was torn on the floor. Picking it up, his eyebrows furrowed. Shouldn’t be happy you were gone? Why isn’t he angry?
Camilo couldn’t sleep, and he refuses to believe it was because you. He snuck out his room to take a breather, and walked down to the kitchen probably thinking that he couldn’t sleep because he was hungry.
Shuffling through the cabinets, he heard a rather loud thud from the outside window of Casita. Looking around, he glanced at the shifting tile from the alive house. “Was it you?”
Casita fiddled with the tiles, showing what resembled a shrugging action.
Camilo approached the window and opened it. He saw ruffling in the bushes, and a familiar outfit running into the woods. Dropping his snack, he hopped out the window to chase you.
It wasn’t long before his hand caught yours as you were taken aback. Flinching from the action, you turned around and backed away with glassy eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing here parading late at night?” Camilo snarled at you, eyes giving an emotion you couldn't discern.
You scoffed, dusting your sleeves, “Like you care, just-” You paused.
“-just pretend you never saw me.” You turned around to walk away but Camilo abruptly grabbed your hand.
“You don’t get to disappear just like that! What kind of sick joke are you playing?”
You accepted his tight grip onto your wrist and finally looked at him. “No one fucking cared, Camilo. My family wanted me out and they didn’t give a shit when I did. Did anyone even notice I was gone? No. And I’m happier that way.”
But I noticed. Camilo thought. Wanting to say it out loud but he didn’t.
You continued. “With or without me, everyone is fine. Now pleas- don’t mention this to anyone and pretend I wasn’t here” You tried to let go of his grip but instead he pulled you closer and dragged you to his house.
“Not a fucking chance. I hate you but I’m not an ass that would leave you out here in the open at midnight.”
—
Camilo never let go of your grip. As much as you struggled, you didn’t scream or yell or say a word because you knew of his sister with super hearing. Being forcefully dragged into his room, you only sulked.
Camilo softly closes the door and locks it.
“You’re not leaving here till morning.”
You gasped, “The fuck?! Now you’re holding me hostage?”
Gripping the doorknob, Camilo stared blankly at you. “Idiot, my dad would kill me if something happened to you.”
“Oh. And I thought the Camilo Madrigal was finally getting soft over me” You grumbled, receiving a scoff from the boy.
“Like I care about you.” Ouch. You expected it coming from him but somehow, why did it hurt?
“Not surprised, no one ever does.” Camilo’s eyes softened for a second, hearing the slight disappointment from your tone but shrugs it off. He approaches his bed and fixes the blankets.
“There’s only one bed so, sleep on the floor.” You glared at him.
“The hell? The grass would be a better place if you just let me out.”
“No. Sleep on the damn floor.”
“No.”
“Fucking hell, Y/N!” He slammed his hand on the bedframe, forgetting for a second that it was late at night and he probably startled his sister.
He cleared his throat and mumbled a “Sorry, Dolores” And you kind of softened, seeing him care.
Sighing in defeat, you gave up. “Fine, I’ll sleep on the floor.”
—
You couldn’t sleep. Yeah, it was uncomfortable but for some reason it wasn’t the only one keeping you awake and you don’t know what it was. Standing up, you walked around his room and saw him sleeping comfortably in his bed. Well, you had no other choice.
You slapped his leg, jolting him awake.
“Scoot over.” You mumbled, pushing away the pillows and blankets to make space for you in the other side.
“You’re impossible to deal with.” He only moved aside, being too tired to argue. Putting a large pillow between the both of you, he faced the other way and went back to sleep.
—
You still couldn’t. You were comfortable, but something else was clouding your mind and you couldn’t stop it from doing so. It frustrated you. All the events started flashing back on your mind. Your fight with Camilo, losing your best friend. Your argument with your parents, losing your home. Almost everything that has kept you from sleeping for the past week. You badly needed comfort, something you needed to finally fall asleep.
You looked over at Camilo who was now sleeping facing you. He was lightly snoring, hands under his puffed cheek while his arms were cuddling his pillow.
Were you about to do it?
I shouldn’t-
Ah fuck it.
Mumbling a curse, you fiddled with your blankets and faced his sleeping figure. You took the pillow that was between his arms, jolting him awake once again.
But before he even got to complain, you dove into his arms and hid your face in his chest. His eyes widened, looking down to your head that was snuggled in front of him. Camilo stood completely frozen, not being able to form a coherent thought. You guys were friends, yes but you never hugged him, not until now.
Before he was able to finally say a word, he stopped himself after hearing you sniffle and seeing your shoulders shake. Immediately his fingers went to the locks of your hair and whispered hushing sounds to keep you calm- a technique he used to do for his mom when she was anxious.
“Hey, deep breaths okay?” He mumbled against the crown of your head, trying to take deep breaths to let yours sync with his.
“I’m sorry.” You manage to whisper, face still hidden under his. “I-” You stuttered.
“I miss you.” Was all you managed to say.
All walls manage to break in Camilo’s head. This was the reason why he was also losing his sleep.
Shifting his position, he lifted you up slightly so that your head was lying on his shoulder facing him as his legs were entangled with yours.
“I missed you too.” He said to you, eyes no longer reflecting anger, but sadness and regret. “I’m sorry for being an ass to you. You were only trying to help..”
You looked at him and placed your hand on his jaw, turning it to face you, face only inches apart.
“I’m sorry too, for forcing you to speak, I should have waited until you were comfortable with it.”
He leaned in closer. “I’ve already been comfortable with you.” He smirked.
Seeing through him, you played along. “Oh really? Prove it to me then” You brushed your lips against his and when he closed his eyes, you pulled away from his embrace and rolled over to the side to act like you were going back to sleep.
He gasped dramatically. “You did not just- you fucking tease.”
“Go to sleep, Camilo-” He heard your laugh for the first time in weeks, Oh boy did he miss this.
“You’re messing with me”
“No, I’m not, Madrigal. You’re just in love with me”
“And what if I actually am?” You heard him and immediately blushed, heat reaching every inch of your cheeks.
You sat up to face him. “What?” You managed to choke out, eyes widened. Camilo laughed at you as he opened his arms wide for you.
“Come here and kiss me, you idiot.”
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My Ken Doll ㅡ camilo m.
pairing: camilo x fem!reader
genre: fluff
tags: mutual pining, pampering, hair and skin care, make-up
summary: camilo madrigal stumbles upon the encanto's local cosmetologist during his chores and decides to get himself pampered by her.
word count: 1.5K
"Camilo!" Pepa called out to her son while she walked out the room in a sunny morning. She was in a good mood, because the weather was absolutely beautiful and bright today.
At the call of his name, Camilo immediately went to approach her. "Yes mami?"
Pepa held out a long list of paper, giving it to him. "Hijo, I was supposed to do this task but I need to clean tonito's room right now. Can you please give this to the L/N's? It's our monthly order for our supplies."
Camilo nodded in agreement, grabbing the list and scanning them. Lilac scented conditioner, Cherry lip balm, Aloe vera hair gel and a bunch of beauty products were on the list, including hair products that he was familiar with as he used them regularly to style his hair.
"Okay mami, this is at Y/N's house right?" He asked enthusiastically.
Pepa gave a sly grin, "Of course, hijo. I know you like her so I gave this task to you." She nudged his shoulders as he cringes playfully.
"Mami, I don't! She's just a close friend..."
"Okayyyyyy, but that's your chore today. Nothing else is happening so you can spend the rest of your day with her." Pepa teased her son, dragging the sounds of every word she said.
Camilo in turn scoffed playfully and bid her goodbyes. With a shy smile on his face, he immediately went out the Casita to find you.
—
The curly-haired boy soon arrived at your house. Lightly knocking on the door, he was welcomed by your father.
"Hola, Señor L/N!" he smiled at the man, "Mi mami gave me this list for her new orders."
Seeing his bright smile naturally brought joy to your father. He really was the sunshine of the village for a reason. Upon receiving the paper and reading it, he then gestured to the inside of the house.
"Camilo! Good to see you early in the morning! There's a few products in here still being made right now so if you're willing to wait, you can stay inside and watch Y/N do it." Putting a hand on Camilo's shoulder, he patted him gently.
"Is it not a bother Señor? I don't wanna intrude if you guys are busy..." He replied.
"Oh it's not if its you! Y/N would absolutely love your presence. You guys haven't seen each other in so long anyways." The man nudged Camilo's shoulder and grinned as he noticed a slight blush creeping up the boy's cheeks.
"Thank you, Señor."
—
"Camilo!" You exclaimed once you saw him, running for his embrace. "I haven't seen you in forever!"
The boy giggled as he tightened his arms around you. "It's only been days, bonita. Missed me that much?"
"Yeah, duh. My days were going too fine there was no one to annoy me." He rolled his eyes while ruffling her hair. Sighing in defeat, he said, "Haha, funny."
Pulling away from the hug, you then gestured to your work station, filled with pink solutions. "Perfect timing too, cause I reek of strawberries right now."
"I can tell. I'm assuming this is Dolores' shampoo?" The girl nodded with a smile. Oh dios mio, you're adorable, he thought.
As you two chatted and caught up with recent chitchats, he plopped down on your bed while you continue working. This time, you were focused on your father's notes, looking at them while trying to handmake a coconut-based conditioner for curly hair.
"I'm bored" Camilo said, breaking the long silence you two had.
"I'm now adding the scent for your conditioner right now, wanna help?" The boy perked his head up like a meerkat. Excitedly he walked out of bed to your desk yelling yes repeatedly. "Make my scent vanilla!"
"Of course I always do!" You sighed in glee, glancing at the boy beside you. Though you never showed it, you adored him. One of the ways you indirectly dropped hints was by carefully customizing and pampering him much more than your other clients. I mean, he is literally the only one in the village who smelled like vanilla and you wanted to gatekeep it that way. Unfortunately, he's too dense to see through your gestures but that doesn't stop you from trying.
You took a good look at his pretty face. "Once I'm done with this, would you want me to style your hair?" His eyes brightened, nodding enthusiastically.
—
"God, your curls are amazing." You said, brushing his wet hair after applying the conditioner you just made a while ago. "I don't even need to put defining on, it already looks effortless."
Needless to say, but he was having the time of his life right now. He loves it when you play with his hair, the touch of your fingers along his scalp and strands never fails to relax and hypnotize him. And you, well, you enjoyed it as much as him. His hair was soft and silky and you would never pass an offer to pamper him on wash days.
You suddenly noticed silence taking over the both of you. His head was faced down and he didn't even respond to your compliment which was odd. Taking your hands off his hair and cupping his face, you lifted it gently and saw his eyes closed, dozing off asleep.
You giggled at the sight in front of you, his face as adorable and you held so much to avoid squishing his cheeks. You gently traced your fingers on his nose bridge and slowly massaged his face.
"Milo, we need to rinse your hair now." Waking up with droopy eyes, he shook himself and lightly patted his cheeks. "Sorry, did I pass out?"
"Yeah, but you're cute so I'll give it a pass. Now, come on, after this I wanna put make-up on you." You said, standing up to leave, getting a fresh towel.
Mierda. There you go again, leaving him flustered and in a blushing mess.
—
"When you're doing your eyeshadow, make sure that the darkest color doesn't pass your deep crease. Sometimes I see yours pass through your above crease- this one here- and it makes it look more messy." You rambled, proceeding to put make-up and eyeshadow on his face.
Camilo was listening to every word you were saying. Then again, he was still very flustered by your comments and your close proximity to him so focusing on your words and listening to them was a way to keep him from spacing out and day dreaming.
"Yeah but putting eyeshadow is challenging, my eyes keep twitching if I do it by myself." He grumbled, looking down while you dab the brush in his eyelids.
You chuckled, "Practice makes perfect, Cami." Looking away to grab a tissue to wipe the smudge, "I'd say you can crash anytime if you want me to style you but you need to learn to do it on your own." You pointed out, using your makeup brush to boop his nose.
He sighed, scrunching his nose. He wasn't a stranger to you being his make-up doll. He loved every bit of it. But this time after figuring out the weird feelings in his stomach, he grew more nervous and vulnerable every time your face was in close proximity to his. It took every nerve in his system to resist leaning in and connecting his lips with yours.
Once you were done with his eyeshadow, you put a hand under his chin and leaned back, getting a farther view of his work. His eyes met yours, and you sneakily took his opportunity to fall into his warm gaze.
Nodding in satisfaction, you let go and dug through your make-up kit. Shuffling through the boxes on your table, Camilo only stared at you confused on what you were doing.
"What are you looking for-" "I found it!"
Going back to the seat where he was, you approached him and opened the smaller cylinder.
"I customized my first lip balm without the help of my father. I figured that it was time for me to formulate my own recipes and experiment on them."
Camilo gasped in awe, "Really?"
You nodded with a smile. "Yeah, this is a honey and vanilla flavored lip balm. I thought I'd make the first one for you."
Honey and vanilla. He thought. Those are her and my scents- no you're over thinking you fool.
"This time however, I'm gonna put this product on you in a different way." Camilo was now confused, but he trusted you. Opening the product, you twisted the lower part of the balm to make the product rise.
You then applied the lip balm on your lips, making sure that no part is left empty.
Huh?
Inching closer to Camilo, you crashed your lips with his.
Shit.
His heart was beating rapidly while his eyes were wide, taken aback from your action.
Soon enough, he stood up, kissing you back as he wrapped his arms around your waist while you wrapped yours around his neck. The kiss was sloppy as you meant it to be, taking in every inch of his lips to mix the lip balm that was on yours. The flavor of vanilla mixing with honey couldn't compare on how sweet the moment is right now. Numerous thoughts were running wild on both of your minds, but none of that mattered. What did matter, was that both of you felt the same way and you were more than happy with that.
Finally pulling away after the loss of breath, you leaned your forehead against his and brushing your noses together.
"Like what I did there?"
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HII! Can I request a Carlos x fem reader platonic fic where reader is from a really poor family and out of desperation she goes to steal from the madrigal family at night, but is caught by carlos, who for some weird reason is awake at 2 am. She tries to run, but he catches her, and when she explains that shes poor, he decides to ask his entire family to help her. And after that, the two slowly become friends.
Ik this is a pretty weird prompt, but its like 3 am here, my brain isnt working lol
little thief.
[2:00 AM]
time was ticking by fast and you had to act quickly. though your motives for tonight seemed risky, what do you have to lose?
nothing.
that's what your life is full off. you and your family come from a poor background, scooting quietly through the encanto hidden in the shadows to survive. so far, you stole from nearby houses, but this time you aimed for a life-or-death situation,
stealing one of the treasured potteries owned by the madrigals.
yes, the magical and well-respected family in the encanto. you have set your eyes on the flower pot seen from a party that happened a week ago. the flower pot has been in that magical house since the beginning, and it was used to sprout a rare flower grown by one of the family members, worth all the money you desired for once you take it and leave.
by now you knew that the house turns stagnant at 2, from how you spied on mirabel madrigal climbing on the roofs figuring out the problem with the magic. the once magical house stood still despite her wobbling around, eventually you figured that it had it's resting times too.
with a deep breath, you latched on to the vines at the walls at the back of the house. fortunately for you, not a single soul was wandering on the house. it was the perfect opportunity for you to walk past the corner stairs and on to the balcony at the second floor. the house still hadn't ratted you out, making you hopeful that you were going to get away. it seemed like an easy task so far, right?
you reached out to the vase, almost holding it. but surprisingly, the table shook and the vase toppled. you cursed to yourself, that loud thud could have just as easily woken up another specific family member with enhanced hearing. you slowly took a deep breath and reached out to the vase again, only for your wrist to be caught by someone's hand.
"shit" you muttered to yourself. you slowly looked up to see who owns the hand clasping your wrist tightly. you gulped in fear.
out of all the people, why did it had to be carlos madrigal?
"you really think you can just sneak in here unnoticed?" carlos raised his eyebrow, still refusing to let go of your wrist, "you have a lot of nerve, little thief" he sneered.
"well now that you've announced it to the entire house, i can't sneak anymore!" you pulled back your hand while keeping a balance between shouting and whispering. much to your struggle, carlos let go of your hand but blocked your way of exit. by now you assumed that you're screwed. the house can just spit you out at any minute so any rash decision of running away was ticked off.
"i don't know why you're up at this hour but listen to me-" you looked around before grabbing a hold on carlos' collar and bringing his face near to you.
"- give me that vase, and i swear on your family's name i'll leave you all the fuck alone and you'll never hear from me again."
a tinge of desperation was slightly obvious despite your 'intimidating' demeanor. carlos however, showed no emotion. you slowly backed away but he grabbed your wrist yet again.
"any sketchy move and casita could slam the floors so hard it's gonna wake everyone up" carlos commented, "are you willing to risk that?"
silence.
carlos smirked and let go of your wrist. he then tucked his hands on the side pocket of his pants and leaned on the wall beside him while you stood motionless.
"y/n" carlos casually blurted out your name, making you turn to him by surprise.
"yeah, everyone in the family knows you" he continued. "a family hiding in the shadows, stealing objects for a living, literally. what made you think you can barge in here so easily?"
"a girls gotta live, madrigal. now be a dear and go back to bed for me, okay? it's waaay past your bedtime" you sarcastically cooed at him, almost as if you were babying him, and carlos didn't like that. his eyebrows furrowed and he stepped forward making you silently gulp in fear.
"watch your mouth, y/n" carlos snarled, "one hum and i can send the entire family and the house after you."
it took a mini-glaring contest for you to finally give up. you realized that it was a stalemate with carlos madrigal. a checkmate, for one move of his could get you in so much trouble. you sighed and slumped your shoulders, attempting to leave. but to your dismay, casita's floor tiles, perked up, making you trip to the ground groaning in pain a little too loudly.
"great." you muttered "now dolores knows."
carlos smirked, half-laughing about your fall but was kind enough to give you his hand to stand up. you pulled yourself up and dusted your clothes, even subtly stomping on the tiles out of pettiness.
"or she could shut it...." carlos muttered out of nowhere. his face has an unreadable look to it, he still kept holding your hand to your surprise, you didn't seem to mind it at all.
"what?"
carlos let go of your hand and leaned forward to the rails of the balcony, only seeing his backside. although it was the perfect time for you to run away and escape, that option never crossed your mind. somehow you went along with him, leaning on the balcony a distance beside him while watching the stars above.
"antonio's animals were the ones that noticed you first, then i ratted you out to the family" carlos spoke as you broke your train of thought to look at him.
"you only steal for sustenance, which is something we shouldn't be mad about. you stole jewelries and antiques and trade it for money which you buy for family's food, why go for the extra mile when you can just ask from tia julieta?"
speechless, that's all you were. you didn't for a second think that someone would even think not just about you, but about the family. although you knew how powerful this family was, you didn't expect them to know you this well. and for once, you didn't feel scared or terrified anymore. somehow carlos madrigal manages to see through you. he was right, you were never stealing for evil intent, you were merely struggling to survive. but what you didn't know was that the madrigals were waiting all along, planning every step just to get to the stubborn you.
"since you scamper away like a bunny every time someone approaches you, we thought it would have been better to wait until you come to us." carlos looks over at you, still with an unreadable look but you were too focused at the fact that you, a thief, is making friends with one of the madrigals. the moment he said that last sentence, you were shocked.
"you mean, all of this was planned? casita "sleeping"?" you asked, carlos slightly nodded his head while you were still taken aback.
inside you were grateful, but you were unsure on how to show it. luckily, the atmosphere was no longer awkward. comfortable silence took over until you heard rumbling on the floor. casita seemed to do something but when you looked over to the side, you saw a new door start to form. is that...?
your trance state was interrupted by carlos who now had a warm smile on his face. he then said,
"looks like casita wants you to stay"
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3AM Shenanigans ㅡ carlos m.
pairing: carlos madrigal x reader
genre: crack, fluff
word count: 3k
tags: energetic and caffeinated reader, kind of ooc carlos, established relationship, modern au, texting fic, cursing, not proofread
summary: after downing a cup of coffee at midnight, you found it hard to fall back asleep. while bothering your boyfriend, you didn't expect a surprise visit from him at 3AM in the morning.
[repost] short drabble-ish based from this incorrect quote
11:59.
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"FUCK YEAH!!!!" You screamed at the top of your lungs. Jumping out of your chair, you immediately broke in to a physical explosion of body shaking and jumping to non-existent music.
Having successfully passed an assignment a minute before it's due? It's practically your talent at this point. Kind of unhealthy, but you loved the rush and pressure more than crunching it a day before with absolutely 0 ideas on mind. And this, this literature review?
It's definitely bad.
But at least it's done.
"Now what the fuck am I gonna do with this?" You asked yourself, holding your now half-empty cup of coffee. You underestimated the amount you needed and you were stuck with two options. If you left it out, it will go bad. if you drank it now, oh boy you're gonna have the sugar spike of your life. But what's life without a little goof in them?
Taking a big sip, you downed the sweet mocha caramel oreo java chip honey with 2 shots frappucino and whatever the heck more sugar-containing liquid you had asked for.
Putting it back and getting ready for the night, you settled in your bed and cuddled yourself with your boyfriend's hoodie and resisting the urge to annoy him late at night by sending random TikToks that you found on your For You page. Looking back at the clock which was now 12:30, you turned of all gadgets and lights and hoped to go to sleep as you closed your eyes.
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1:30 AM.
Your eyes were still as wide as an owls and you're starting to regret the last sip of your too sweet caffeinated drink because you can't even take a small nap. So much time has passed and there was still no sign of the sandman bringing you to dreamland.
Having found no use of waiting to go to sleep, you muttered a curse as you grabbed your phone and hovered over Carlos' text messages. You contemplated bothering your boyfriend with your 1AM antics, but then realized that he wouldn't be bothered since he has his phone on DND at night.
You: sent a link.
You: was watching tiktoks and this dog reminds me of you
You: fooken emo hair
You: bEcAusE ToNoIgHT wILL bE tHe nOiGhT tHaT i WilL fAhL foR yEww
You: i can probably spam you as much as i want since you said you had your phone on mute
You: sent a link.
You: DUCKS ARE WATERPROOF. turns out they have this fur that makes them waterproof
You: just like dandelions
You: if i were to duct tape a duck with dandelions would that make them extra waterproof
You: lmfao duct tape
You: duck tape
You: IM CRYINGG DKHKJGH
Carlos: what the hell is wrong with you
You: oh hi amor
You: why you up so early
Carlos: ?? the question is why aren't you asleep so early
You: I can't sleep
Carlos: did you watch those horror cases again
You: NO
You: i finished my essay and i couldnt sleep because of the coffee
You: -welp i kinda did watch a horror documentary before that but its not that scary
You: okay fine i cant sleep im both caffeinated and terrified the tiktok i saw before the duck one had a scary jumpscare
Carlos: lmfao pussy ass
You: STOP IM NOT
Carlos: if u say so
You:....
You: i still cant sleep :<
Carlos: is that my problem
You: no
You: yk what im just gonna watch some tiktoks... ure obliged to open all of them in the morning
You: sent a link.
You: sent a link.
You: sent a link.
You: LOOK AT THIS ONE. BLACKPINK JENNIE FANCAM SHES SO FINE
You: would you be okay if i leave you for jennie
You: she kinda has a better ass
You: and i've seen you sway yours its not really the best ngl
You: sent a link.
You: sent a link.︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎
You: WHAT THE FUCK
You: SOMEONES AT MY DOOR
You: THEYRE KNOCKING
You: ITS PROBABLY SOME DRUNK DUDE THAT WANDERED IN MY HALLWAYS
You: OR A MURDERER
You: Carlos save me my knight in shining armor
You: THE KNOCKS ARE GETTING LOUDER
You: its probably a ghost or a monster im not having this rn
Carlos: why don't u let it in
You: THATS TERRIBLE ADVICE
Carlos: you wouldn't know unless u find out
You: and if its a murderer and i die, you won't have a lover anymore
Carlos: i can always find someone else
You: ?????!$?$?$ YOURE AWFUL
Carlos: just open the goddamn door idiot
Carlos: its cold out here
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"Oh!" You jumped onto bed and immediately dashed through the door after reading his last texts. Carefully, you twisted the knob and opened it slightly, looking at the gap to see who it is. When you saw the love your life in his maroon hoodie and black pajamas, you instantly opened the door wide and jumped to his arms. Carlos almost stumbled but he managed to catch you as he put his arms under your thighs.
"Jeez you're more energetic than I thought" Carlos mumbled in your embrace.
"How did you get here so fast?! You live on the other building!" You asked, finally letting go from the hug as you cupped his face and showered him with kisses. Carlos being used to your chaotic energy only giggled as he pushed you inside and locked the door.
"I snuck out. The dorm security guard had to go to the restroom so I ran out when he left" He said while walking to the kitchen island and placing a plastic bag on top of it. Like a lost puppy, you trailed along and followed him. "You owe me shit for making me come here at 2 in the morning."
"I didn't force you to come here"
"You brought it upon yourself when you texted, now" He smirked as he opened the plastic bag and grabbed something "-wanna have ramen?"
You furrowed your eyebrows. "at 2AM?"
Carlos shrugged his shoulders. "You're supposed to say yes, but I'll make it anyway. I was starving so I stopped by the convenience store before I came here"
"Oooh did you stop by for-"
"Yes I brought you banana milk"
"YAY" You jumped to his arms and gave him a big bear hug. Carlos in return, squeezed you so tight you almost couldn't breathe. He loves spoiling you so much because your smile always manages to make him lose his cool demeanor. You were the cutest sight he has ever seen and if it meant sacrificing his beauty sleep for this early in the morning, he would never want to think twice in sleeping ever again.
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"How long is this going to take?" You asked, spinning around the chair on the edge of the kitchen island. In front of you was Carlos who was busy making the ramen and opening the powder packets.
"The water literally just boiled" He explained while checking the pot of water. Putting the noodles in the pot, he hummed a song to pass the time. "Now we wait for 3 minutes"
"Wait!" You jumped from the chair and dashed to the stereo. "Do you know what makes the wait more fun?"
Carlos peeked from afar, having unsure feelings about your devilish grin which he definitely knows you have something planned. "What?"
"DANCE CONTEST!" You yelled, playing your favorite dance song as it echoes through the speakers.
"Oh God, I just escaped this song from Camilo only to hear you play it on loud speakers." He facepalmed but then grew into a fit of laughter when you suddenly danced to the choreography in the empty space in front of him.
"What the hell are you doing?" He screamed in between laughter. It was definitely not the same dance his twin was doing from before. While he cracked an egg to be placed in the soup, you continued dancing in your pajamas. As soon as he finished and let the meal sit, he gave in danced along with you in the chorus with more minimal movements compared to yours who was all over the place.
"I knew you couldn't resist my favorite artists, you're such a fan" You pointed out while he rolled his eyes.
"Shut up" He grumbled.
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Oh crap. It was already 3AM and you were blasting music on loud speakers for the entire building to hear.
After getting second complaints from Carlos who was afraid of getting caught, your dance session ended abruptly as you two got ready to finally eat the ramen he prepared.
"You're a good cook" You commented on his cooking, glancing at your now empty bowl.
"It's an instant noodle pack, idiot" Carlos replied. "Everyone can do it."
You scoffed at his last comment and mocked him. "But you didn't let me do it. 'mI amOr LeT mE MaKe ThE rAmEn InsTeaD'"
Carlos stood up from the chair and walked behind you, leaving you confused. Suddenly, he pulled you to a back hug and put his chin on your shoulders, flustering you. He grabbed your hands and put them in front of your face.
"You see these hands?" You nodded as he continued. "These are the hands that passed a week old paper 2 minutes before the deadline. These are the hands that downed an entire cup of coffee at midnight. These are the hands that played that loud ass song on blast at 3AM in the morning, possibly calling for danger if I didn't ask you to turn it off. Now, can you give me a logical explanation as to why I would let the same hands operate open fire on a stove at 3 in the morning?"
You pursed your lips and squinted your eyes, humming and playing along acting like you were thinking of an answer. Your so-called 'train of thought' was interrupted when Carlos squished your cheeks and groaned while shaking you. Pushing his hand away, you crossed your eyebrows at him.
"Your cuteness aggression is so fucking weird, you have a face of murder but your actions say otherwise. Like when you squished my sister's kitten with a sinister face" You picked up your bowl before he took it away from you immediately making you complain "Hey-"
"Couldn't resist it when you look like an idiot" He cupped your cheeks again. "My idiot." He lightly kissed your nose and pulled away, grabbing the rest of the silverware. "Also, I'm not letting you touch the plates, I'm washing them."
"Eh, less work for me thanks wifey"
"Don't call me that"
"Sorry wifey"
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3:00 AM...
"Okay I'm not gonna lie but that was fun" Carlos muttered out of breath as he pulled away from you while panting. "Just never ask me to do that again"
You guys were learning this dance challenge with Carlos and after your many attempts of begging, he just gave in. Tonight's challenge was the viral domino dance and although Carlos wouldn't want to admit, he was kinda having fun.
"Learned from the best dancer I've known" You proudly said while gulping a glass of water as you re-watched the recorded video.
"That's the Carlos Madrigal effect"
"No I was talking about Camilo"
Carlos gave you a sour face while you laughed at him. Putting the video on your drafts, you looked up at him while he was wiping his sweaty forehead.
"Now what?" You asked him.
"I'm just trying so hard not to throw up the ramen right now."
You laughed at your boyfriend who was still trying to catch his breath. "Okay fine, no more dancing. Wanna watch a movie?"
"I have a better idea"
"What is it?" You asked him.
"Sleep. We sleep, Y/N."
"Oh"
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You didn't know how it ended up like this, but now you're lying on the bed cuddling with your boyfriend in animal onesies. Apparently when he went to the convenience store, Carlos also passed by a few outfits in the clothes part of the store and found the onesies. He bought you a sugar glider onesie while he got himself a panda one.
After a night of energy and too much activity, you were finally happy you were getting sleepy. Maybe the coffee has worn off, or maybe it was because of the MSG from the ramen. One thing is for sure though, this was the highlight of the night. Lying on Carlos' chest while his hand plays with your hair and your legs are tangled together.
"Amor," You called out to him, face still buried in his chest. You felt a vibration as he hummed in response.
"Thank you for coming here for me"
It wasn't much to say, but it felt enough for both of you. You and Carlos had just been in an official relationship for 2 months and you never felt even more happier as time goes by. But while still being early in the relationship, no one has dropped the "I love you" phrase yet, and although it took longer, it felt somehow right. It wasn't easy for you to openly display affection to each other and you both understood that.
It takes time, love takes time. The "I love you" can come later. You weren't rushing. For both of you, it's an important phrase and neither of you were ready just yet. BUT, you already felt the comfort of those words although not directly, just through Carlos' gestures that made you feel loved and cared for. Just like tonight.
"Don't thank me, mi vida. I would gladly spend any second of my time to be with you" Carlos muttered against the crown of your head, twirling and combing your hair with his fingers. That was his I love you. His quality time, his words of affirmation, his acts of service, those were his 'i love yous'.
And yours? It's a little difficult to tell from someone else but for Carlos, he definitely gets to experience your I love yous. Your constant snuggling, your shameless personality, your tears, your physical touch, your words of affirmation, all of those things were the ones only Carlos has seen and you meant to keep it that way.
"And uhm- sorry if I'm kind of a pain in the ass sometimes"
Carlos clicked his tongue. "Look at me" He grabbed your shoulders, causing you to pull yourself off and he cupped your face for you to face him. "You're not a pain in the ass okay? And you're never a handful. I like being around with you, you're like my happy pill. The sun to my moon."
His words never fail to make you smile in awe. Sometimes it makes you even tear up in joy and he urges you not to cry by saying even more sweet words that just makes you cry even harder. You're very lucky to have this man and he's very lucky to land someone like you.
With an aww, you further snuggled into him, diving into the crook of his neck while he giggles at you. Holding you even tighter, you suddenly remembered one of the videos you were meant to send to him before his knocks scared you.
"Oh wait, I forgot I was supposed to send you something" You pulled away and sat up on your bed, reaching for the phone by the bedside table. Carlos remained snuggled in your bedsheets, waiting for you to finish.
"This video I saw, wait I'll send it to you." You trailed off, busy scrolling through your phone.
You were about to put it down until you heard a loud ding that startled you. You looked back to the beside table to see Carlos' phone shine brightly on.
"Amor, was that my notif?" You asked and glanced at Carlos who had a shy grin in his face.
"Uhm, yea"
"But I thought you always have your phone on silent because it annoys you?" You put the phone back and went back to snuggle in his arms.
"Technically it is, I just set it up so that the do not disturb option doesn't apply to you." Carlos said truthfully, intentionally hiding his face in your hair but you were smart enough to pull away and cup his face instead.
"So you mean, the entire time I wasn't on silent for you?"
He looked away and nodded.
"So, the whole time I was spamming your messages because I thought you were on silent, was actually not and you were hearing all those dings per second?"
Carlos muttered under his breath. "I don't mind though"
"Oh my god" You said as you let go of his face and dug back to his chest. "So I really did wake you up in the middle of the night"
Carlos furrowed his eyebrows the moment he heard a guilt tone in your voice. "Hey." He grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.
"I had it set for a reason okay? I never want to miss your messages and I hate it when you're mixed with other of my notifications. It's not your fault and I don't mind if you wake up or spam me or shit"
"Awww" You cooed and gave him a light peck on the lips. "You love me so much"
"Tch. I'm being nice here, appreciate it"
"I do! Next time you're officially invited for my next 3AM bullshit. Only you have an infinite invite" You said as you observe the big smile that he has. His eyes glimmering with pure bliss that made you fall deeper.
"I accept. For tomorrow, I'm planning the activities. Ones that don't involve loud TikTok dancing"
You hummed and nodded in response, giving him yet another peck in the lips making him laugh as if hes entranced in the sight of you completely drunk on each others love.
"Thank you mi amor"
Funny how the lazy, barely moving Carlos Madrigal seemed to enjoy staying up late with you. Whether it would be dancing, singing, eating, or even playing video games. He would sacrifice his beauty sleep if it meant seeing you have the time of your life, it was worth it. Fuck sleep, you were worth it.
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imagine dragons anon back again-
okay so this is my first time requesting something so bear with me
so a camilo x fem!reader (inspired by follow you, ofc) where reader is suffering from severe anxiety from just life and camilo just continues to go out of his way to show her that he will always support her even during hard times, just some fluff at the end, the plot is really up to you!
(sorry if that makes no sense lol)
Follow You — camilo m.
pairing: camilo madrigal x female reader
genre: fluff songfic (imagine dragons - follow you)
tags: modern au, developing established relationship, mentions of anxiety attacks
summary: having dealt with severe anxiety from youngest of childhood, living life wasn't as easy as it usually is. you were afraid to take risks, challenges and you often have difficulty dealing with change. but when a special someone enters your life and has your back the whole time, you soon get taken out into the sunlight where he would always be around wherever life takes you.
Sounds of high-pitched chattering filled the open air as children ran around the playground, using up all their energy to play and have fun. In the slides there were children taking turns, the seesaw had kids seating on opposite sides screaming as the adrenaline rushes when the platform goes up and down, it was really a heartwarming sight to see. Screams of names and screeches of excitement served as the white music with joy as the dominant emotion felt when eyes were laid at the vibrant and colorful kid-friendly paradise.
One of the few children was even as vibrant as the yellow sun. Camilo was his name. The energetic boy ran all throughout the place, hanging on monkey bars and swinging himself up as high as he can. He was living the moment. Oftentimes he called his friends to play but for the meantime, he was catching his breath alone while still swinging back and forth on the chained swing. His eyes gleamed around the area, taking in the amount of happy faces that unconsciously made him smile brighter back. Though sweat was running down his face against the scorching heat, he paid no mind to the discomfort when all his young mind can think about was to play. He thought he was happy, but not until his smile faltered when he laid his eyes on a crouching figure in front of him.
Camilo jumped off from the swing and instantly ran to another child crumbling to a fetal position on the grassy ground, hair covering her face. Her shoulders were shaking and her chest rose up and down like her back did. Camilo was familiar of his behavior— she was having an anxiety attack. Now, a 10-year old wouldn't know much at a young age but having a mother who was constantly living in shifting fear and panic, he knew well how to comfort one who was suffering the same.
"Hey, look at me! You'll be okay!" Camilo ushered her as he crouched down to her level. He whispered soft reassurances which caused the young girl's breathing to steady. In a few minutes later, her rapid panting turned to calm breathing that synchronized with Camilo's lead. The young boy let out a toothy smile when he finally saw her face as she whispered a few thanks of gratitude.
"See? You're okay now!" He said to her. Camilo let out a light squeak before he dug his hands into his pocket to grab something. The girl only looked at him in confusion. When she saw that he held out a lollipop for her, she smiled brightly which made the boy in front of her smile back.
Camilo stood up and let out a hand. "Let's be friends! What's your name?"
"My name is Y/N!"
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Time flies and now Y/N and Camilo were teenagers, having grasp on as much of the world's pressure and life's challenges as they could. Despite physical changes on them as puberty hit, both stayed the same— Camilo was still the happy pill that Y/N needed to be better and he would never trade it for otherwise.
The more Camilo got to know Y/N, the more he wanted to follow her. While there were times she could handle stuff on her own, oftentimes her anxiety attacks would take over and just break her completely. Seeing this unravel in a frequent basis only made Camilo want to protect her more.
Another episode of an anxiety attack came when it interrupted Camilo's call with Y/N. The moment he heard hyperventilation on her end on the phone, immediately he dashed out to run to her. Having a spare key came in handy to him as he ran upstairs and knocked on her door rapidly, having heard numerous furniture from her room fall with an echoing sound. He was worried of what could have happened to her.
"Y/N! Open the door right now!" He urged. Tears were slowly making its way out his eyes upon hearing her breathy sobs. Hesitantly she opened, her frail figure was then embraced by the tense boy as he hushed to her ear like he always did since they were little.
You know I got your number all night
"I- I- hate it when this h- happens" Y/N cried out in-between hiccups. Her breathing in an irregular manner made Camilo hug her tighter.
"Me too, but I'm here, okay?" Camilo pat her hair to her back, drawing circles in it as he heavily breaths in and out, already known to him that Y/N would follow through.
I'm always on your team, I got your back alright
Unbeknownst to Y/N, she was unaware of Camilo's circumstances that night. Camilo loved to sing, and performing for the school was always his achieved dream. Tonight was one of the last few hours before he was to compete but to him, Y/N was always his first priority.
Taking those losses if it treats you right
The now-calming girl faltered in his embrace, having no energy and relying on Camilo's weight to hold her steady while they were both sprawled out on the floor. Camilo brought Y/N's head to his chest, fixating her in a more comfortable position seeing that she was slowly getting drowsy. He let out a few hums as he played with her hair as he whispered to himself,
"If the world would only know what you've been holding back, heart attacks every night? You know it's not right"
His heart swelled at the scene unraveling in front of him. His arms were draped over Y/N who had fluttering eyes as she tried to fight back the urge to sleep. Camilo lightly giggled and traced his fingers along the bridge to the tip of her nose, a trick he discovered that puts you to sleep instantly. From panicked breathing to light snores, he sang before tucking her to bed.
"I will follow you way down wherever you may go
I'll follow you way down to your deepest low
I'll always be around wherever life takes you,
You know I'll follow you" ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎
His own tune entranced him to sleep. It was late at night and Camilo already knew that he wouldn't be able to make it to home on his own when rain lightly tapped against Y/N's window. Instead, he tucked himself into bed and dozed off from his best friend's cozy presence after leaving a light sneaky kiss to the crown of her head, whispering promises to stay by her side even though she wouldn't hear it. But he meant his every word,
He would do anything to be there for his best friend.
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Camilo's promised has changed.
He vividly remembers that one night where he comforted Y/N during one of her many episodes. It was a few years ago but the thought of her falling to his arms was a core memory he will never ask to forget. Now as working adults, things only seemed harder for Y/N to cope with but nevertheless, he changed part of his promise.
He would do anything to be there for his girlfriend.
At their shared apartment, Camilo was almost finished with washing the dishes after a hearty meal made by his beloved. Silence took over the common area with occasional clatters from the plates he was handling. Oddly enough, it was therapeutic to Camilo after an overwhelming day at work. He and Y/N worked together in an office, but at different departments. The only times they would see each other is after their shifts past 8pm.
As soon as Camilo wiped his hands after cleaning up the kitchen island, immediately he jogged over to his and Y/N's bedroom to look for her. His smile brightened even more seeing the love of his life curled on their bed with the comforter shaping a round hill of soft cushions. He dove in the moment he lifted up the blankets and took her in a back hug making her squeal and giggle.
"What are you doing, amor?" Camilo asked as he peeked from her shoulder. his breath ticked the poor girl and she squirmed only to be trapped in her lover's arms. Camilo sprawled light kisses all over the side of her neck making it all the more ticklish for Y/N. Her giggles echoed all throughout the room which made Camilo's heart flutter. Soon enough after he was done, he stopped and rested his chin on top of her shoulders, watching her pass the time on her phone.
A light gasp from Y/N alerted a drowsy Camilo. He stared at her phone and his smile faltered.
"They deducted my pay because I stuttered during the presentation..."
Y/N gulped as she tried to held back a sob. It didn't help her worried boyfriend who was already holding her tighter. All hell broke lose in Y/N's walls as she cried out in dismay.
Call you up, you've been cryin' cryin' all night
Camilo's heart paced rapidly the moment he heard her breathing speed up as well. The message from their boss triggered another episode for Y/N and by far, it was the most severe that they both witnessed. It escalated fast, Y/N's breathing was all over the place, her hands were trembling and her head was spinning. Camilo once again attempted to sing soft tunes but it didn't work as better as it did from before.
You're only disappointed in yourself alright
"I promise you will do better next time, Y/N. This will pass" Camilo reassured her while stroking the lengths of her hair. By the time midnight passes, it took long for her breathing to finally become steady. Y/N felt at ease in the arms of the man she loved and despite her numerous episodes, her heart swelled at the fact that he still stayed.
"If the world would only know what you've been holding back." Camilo muttered in disappointment. This time, Y/N heard the same words he whispered a few years ago. She could barely speak a word from her choked up tears but Camilo could understand it. Instead she shifted to his side and laid her head on his chest. Her ear listening through the light muffled beating of her boyfriend's heart brought her to calm herself down as well. It didn't immediately fix the problem, but the fact that Camilo was there throughout only made it more bearable for Y/N. The all-too-familiar melody from Camilo's soft vocals made its way through Y/N's listening ear as she closed her eyes and took in the moment.
"I will follow you way down wherever you may go
I'll follow you way down to your deepest low
I'll always be around wherever life takes you,
You know I'll follow you" ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎
His warm soothing voice soon brought tranquil to Y/N's heart. She was entirely lucky for him and she knew it. As much as she can, she were to reciprocate all of the kind things Camilo has done to her by proving herself worthy for him. Although it didn't work out quite well from her presentation when she thought she would impress him, she will do whatever it takes to make him proud.
Y/N promised that she will make her boyfriend proud.
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Y/N tried so hard to keep her promise.
She fiddled with her attire, looking for any loose threads that will bring imperfection to her figure. She paced back and forth around the empty room, blowing air to her hands to keep it warm and to stop it from shaking. Y/N reassured herself that this was all for Camilo, she wanted to make him proud of her.
But Y/N wasn't the type to give herself enough love, she lives her life with her hand in a tight glove.
Camilo from the other room waited patiently, praying for the best that Y/N was at her good condition today. It was her big day, and to see her like this also brought him to say that it was also his big day as well.
Camilo's fingers tapped around the hems of his sleeve, waiting for Y/N to show herself. He was nervous too, but was also worried for her. He promised he would be there for the love of his life, and she promised that she would make him see that it was worth it.
Finally, Camilo met her eyes.
She was just as beautiful as she was. Everyone gasped in awe as Y/N walked down the aisle in her wedding dress, rosy red petals scattered around the carpet. As much as everyone appreciated her beauty, there was one thing Camilo could see through the veil that hid her sparkling eyes.
A look of anxiety and panic.
Camilo wished that he could fix it, that he could fix it for you. But he cant. Instead, he will be right there, coming through to hold your hand.
Time flies by and Camilo couldn't keep his eyes off of Y/N. Though it was mixed with genuine concern, his heart swelled once more with the same fluttering feeling he had for her since they were kids. Only now, his love grew stronger and so did Y/N's. In order to relive the same promise and memory they shared together, he sang his special vows as he held her hand tightly.
"I will follow you way down wherever you may go
I'll follow you way down to your deepest low
I'll always be around wherever life takes you,
You know I'll follow you" ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎
Camilo held back happy tears once he saw the look of pure admiration in Y/N's face. She did not expect his vows to be the same tune that he constantly sung to her in her deepest lows. It only made it more special. From Camilo singing it to himself when they were teens, to her hearing it for the first time as a couple, and now everyone in the church to hear it as they become newly-weds. Truly, it was a special moment that brought the two in tears of joy.
But it didn't end there. The promise-turned-vow had yet to be sealed.
As kids, Camilo usually sealed his promises with an adorable pinky promise. As teens, Camilo sealed his with a warm embrace with you. But now, as adults entering a new phase in life where they were to be together through thick and thin, Camilo sealed it with his lips that interlocked with hers.
After cheers from the people as the newly-weds finally became official, Camilo held her hand and whispered once more to her ear,
"Wherever life takes you, you know I'll follow you."
Camilo promised Y/N, that no matter what happens,
He would do anything to be there for his wife.
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I’ve always like heterochromia (I don’t have them but I find them beautiful and unique). if you don’t me requesting, um Camilo with gn! reader with heterochromia. (U don’t have to do it if u don’t want to)
Prettiest Eyes — camilo m.
Heterochromia (n) : a difference in coloration in two anatomical structures or two parts of the same structure which are normally alike in color
pairing: camilo madrigal x gn reader
genre: fluff
tags: requested, modern au, heterochromia!reader
summary: every artist has their secrets too, you alone incorporate something deep in your art that no one else could see. Two distinct colors always dominate your work, everyone can tell it was your art style, but no one understood why— not until your secret was out by none other than your own seatmate, Camilo Madrigal.
Art was always what you looked forward to in class, something about the creation limitless in imagination and creativity always brought you the freedom that life didn't seem to offer. Expression through visual art was most especially your form of talent. You had natural skills that everyone could clearly see. It was as if once your hand connects with a brush, pen or other medium, it moves as gracefully and controlled as it can be.
But every artist has their secrets too, you alone incorporate something deep in your art that no one else could see. Two distinct colors always dominate your work, everyone can tell it was your art style, but no one understood why— not until your secret was out by none other than your own seatmate, Camilo Madrigal.
Another artist with a natural-born talent. Though he seemed more inclined towards the theatre arts, he still has a knack for visual art as well. Two of you were seatmates during class, not as close as one may think you are, but not too distant to the point of sensing awkwardness. To both of you, it was always just merely friends, artist-to-artist, nothing more, yet.
Today's art class was focused on one activity— painting. The topic? Portraits. The entire class was tasked to paint the seatmate's portrait and obviously for you, you had to paint Camilo while he paints a portrait of you. The moment you two heard about the activity, you stared at each other and gave playful grins.
"I'll give you one tip, Y/N," Camilo raised a brow and whispered to you, "— try not to fall for the person you're painting. It distracts you."
You scoffed in reply, rolling your eyes at his cocky manner. "Keep dreaming, Camilo. Who knows it would be the other way around?" You crossed your arms and brushed your hair slyly, "You might be the one to fall for me instead."
Two of you shared a laugh before collecting the art materials for the activity. Camilo took the easels and the canvas while you thoroughly picked which type of medium you were going to use. After a long internal debate you settled for acrylic paint, grabbed the box full of supplies and brushes before coming back to an impatient Camilo who has been ready the entire time. Your easels turned backs on each other, each of you seated across in a small distance. You decided to draw Camilo in a bright pose, often times locking eyes with the subject and laughing about it. The same two distinct colors were your dominant paint colors, and you were left to let your brush wander about, letting time fly by as you continued to slowly bring the portrait of your seatmate to life.
Camilo felt pretty much the same, stealing glances of you and the canvas back and forth, making sure that he captures every single detail of you. Though his attempt wasn't the best compared to a high-quality artist, he still feels proud that he is still capable of catching your features into his art. Like you, he let his hands mindlessly run through the canvas, he didn't even notice time flying that fast until he was almost done. While he was painting, he noticed you brush a strand of hair in your face but accidentally smudged a bit of paint near the arch of your eyebrow.
"Y/N," He called out which made you look at him. Camilo pointed his own finger to his face, "You have a little bit of paint here."
You looked up to him to wipe the area he was pointing to, but you forgot you were holding a paint brush, making larger pigments of paint strokes near your eye. The sensation of the paint meeting your eyeball stung so badly that you dropped the brush, alarming Camilo who jolted up trying to help you.
You were quick to dismiss him however, looking down and sneaking off outside the classroom after getting excused by the teacher. When you didn't come back yet after what seemed like minutes, Camilo grew worried. He then asked to be excused before running out to find you.
Camilo figured you wouldn't be at the bathroom anymore, you already took too long for just a small chemical splash in the eye. So he took a detour, jogging through the hallways looking for you in your lockers. When Camilo spotted the familiar hair and shoes, he smiled in victory as he ran to you but you were closed off. The moment you heard footsteps, you hid behind your locker door and moved closer to the small gap to hide yourself.
"Y/N?" Camilo asked you, stopping by his tracks to check up on you. You let out a nervous smile and suspiciously kept hiding.
"I'm good," Camilo heard you answer, he inched closer but you yelped, "don't come closer!"
Camilo being the stubborn boy that he is, insisted on finding out why you were acting weird. So he opened the rest of the locker only to find one of the best revelations he has seen in his entire life.
There you stood, bewildered. A shocked look was on your face when you met Camilo's eyes. He was star-struck, even with you holding up a contact lens by your finger looking like a meerkat that has been spotted sneaking food, you looked adorable.
"You have heterochromia?" Camilo quietly asked, not taking his eyes off of you.
Your mood took a drastic turn. You felt, indifferent somehow. Whether Camilo still liked you or not, the fact that he now knows about your condition made you feel uneasy. As an attempt to disregard that eerie feeling in your chest, you simply ignored him, placed your lens back in the case and turned your heel to go back to the restroom.
But Camilo held your wrist preventing you from getting away.
"No," He paused, waiting for you to turn around to him. When you did, he met your eyes and boy has he never stumbled on his words that bad. Camilo knew that he saw something in you from before but, now, he found you even more attractive. "Your eyes have never looked prettier..." He muttered.
Now you, however, momentarily forgot you still didn't have your lens on, your natural eyes of individually two colors stood out in Camilo's view. And much like he did, you too, got lost in his eyes. But not for long, the bell rang which startled both of you. You panicked, eyes going wide as you frantically shuffled through your pockets for the lens case. You couldn't go to the restroom anymore, students were piling out for lunch. Luckily for you, Camilo sensed your urgency. He grabbed your shoulders and made you face your still open locker, the door covering one side of your face and his frame covering the other. He turned his back and faced the students, crossing his arms to act naturally. While you were now barricaded you immediately went back to put your lenses on. You hastily grabbed Camilo's shoulder and whispered to him,
"Not another word about this."
With a deep exhale you turned around wanting to go back to the art room. But as you start walking, Camilo once again calls your attention from behind.
"I wont." He said. You turned around to look at him, it seemed like he had something else to say. With a small smile, he tucked his hands into his pocket and said, "But on one condition." You raised a brow at him, urging him to continue in which he did so by shyly saying,
"You take your lenses off when you're just with me."
—
Camilo never brought up your heterochromia again but unbeknownst to you, it has been the only thing running in his mind. He didn't see you in a new light, you were still the Y/N that he knew, except that thinking about the real you only made him feel butterflies in his stomach. While the two of you catch up on the unfinished art on your easel, Camilo stood by so that you would still have a reference. But what you didn't know was that he was beyond done on your portrait, he was merely scribbling on it just to pass the time. In his mind, you were the one living rent-free.
He thought about your art, your distinct style. Almost everyone has noticed that you use the same two colors in different variations, but now only Camilo understood why. They were the colors of your eyes. Camilo took a good look earlier to take in the hues in your iris, the pigment and shade oddly very familiar to him. Now he sees why. You loved your eyes, but were afraid that people see you differently. Camilo wants to change that.
"Hey," He called to your attention, "Wanna see yourself in the eyes of THE Camilo Madrigal?" He smirked and subtly winked, his cocky side being as playful as it is which made you roll your eyes in return.
You sat straight to face across him, putting your brush down to the edge of the easel. "I better be hot then if that's the case."
"You'll see" Camilo boasted, standing up to hold the canvas. With a swift move, he lifted it off the easel and turned it around to face you. The moment you saw his portrait of you, your face stood stunned. You were flawless, Camilo did capture your details very well. Every beauty mark, your facial expression, your hair, it was almost realistic. But what ticked you off was another small detail that meant a lot to you.
"It's amazing, but I told you not to do the—" You pointed to your eyes and looked at him dead panned. You didn't further verbally state your heterochromia afraid that people would draw attention to the both of you. But before you started complaining, Camilo was quick to interrupt.
"It's already graded, Y/N" He said. "I passed it earlier when you left"
You took a sigh of relief before relaxing back to your seat, you didn't even realize you held a tense pose from the nervousness. "It's beautiful, Camilo. You're an amazing artist"
Camilo gave you a shy smile, you noticed his fingers tapping the edge of the canvas frame. He looked almost adorable it made your stomach churn. When Camilo got back to reality, he settled back to his seat, "I want you to keep it."
Your eyes widened. "What?"
"I mean it," He said to you, "You need a reminder that your natural beauty is already art in itself."
Now, you weren't sure whether he was playing or messing with you, but that comment of his already brought back somersaults in your heart. You weren't used to people seeing your real eyes, and for Camilo to being the first one to appreciate it made you grateful. There were times where he has made fun of you, but this seeming like a genuine compliment sparked confidence in you. If only he knew how much those 13 words changed your outlook on life. In hopes to be equal with him, you decided to give him your painting as well. Camilo was unsure about the reciprocation knowing how much your works meant to you, but your face of certainty made him ecstatic that he gets to keep a piece of your skills for himself.
The moment you turned your canvas to him, Camilo grinned widely. He admired your art for a long time, but the fact that he was one of your subjects only made him feel happier than ever. The same two distinct colors was etched beautifully in his image. His curly hair, freckles, eyes, nose, lips, basically his every detail was done elegantly in your style. Never would Camilo thought he would fall in love with art, but you made it easier for him to do so.
Needless to say that it left you two two wonder how one art class and a small mishap could lead to even something bigger. Two of you became close since then, still oblivious to the mutual feelings shared together, but there was no rushing. Camilo since then have learned that there are much more to your art than meets the eye. Every artist has their story to tell through their medium, and you shared your hidden beauty through yours. In Camilo's case, he would want you to learn that you were beautiful just the way you are. He wants to be the viewer that could reciprocate the feelings you want to depict in your heart-filled canvas. With the artist that wants to portray a message, there should always be an audience that would look and appreciate hard enough to see it.
In this case, your beauty would be the your differently-colored eyes. Sooner or later you would be confident in your unique quality, and Camilo couldn't be even prouder. From the start of a small art of you made by him in your room, you would stare at it from time to time, hoping that the artist would let you see through his message;
You have the prettiest eyes, why would you even try to hide?
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Somewhere Only We Know — carlos m.
pairing: carlos madrigal x gn reader
genre: mild angst to fluff
tags: 2.6k wc, requested, forbidden lovers, aged-up, songfic
summary: for someone who promised to marry and live the rest of his life with you, it was surely not easy when he is to be betrothed to another against his will.
The cold gush of wind whispered through the surface of the leaves, blowing it from directions back and forth. Drizzling of the rain droplets fall through the sky in a calming white noise as it lands on the ground softly. It was yet another sudden rainy day in Encanto, nothing new on the menu. Everyone by now knows that Pepa Madrigal was the cause of the sudden change of weather, her gift of controlling it coming to the worst when it also reflects her emotions real time, making everyone tell what she felt. She was upset, rainy blues and cloudy skies covered the entire community, and only a few knew why.
One specifically stubborn son of hers triggered the gloomy weather. Carlos Madrigal, the town's shapeshifter and trouble maker. The moment he snuck out after a hearty lunch filled with chatter, everything turned to the worst when a crack of thunder was triggered by his stubborn move on leaving the table after a disheartening announcement. Carlos didn't even spare a glance to his family calling for him, he kept jogging away from them, soaked from the rain and its droplets masking out his tears. For once, the trouble maker seems to be troubled himself.
There was no way he was going to come back any time soon. He made his way out to the sides of the village, away from the streets and the attention. His clouded mind paid no bother to where he was going to, his feet already knew the place. Carlos walked across an empty land, letting it fade into his view. The knew the pathway like the back of his hand, numerous shrubs and wax trees scattered with bushes and flowers, but the large jacaranda tree stood out the most. The gloomy weather made it seem like it came out from a fairytale as Carlos looked up at the view. His clothes were drenched but he didn't care. He felt the earth beneath his feet and slowly looked up to the sky with a deep breath as he sat by a log near the river bank. As soon as he felt the rain bask on the surface of his skin, he felt cold, tense, heavy-hearted. Synonymously, tear drops from his eyes combined with the rain drops trailing down his cheekbones.
"Carlos!" A voice called out to him. A younger child the same age as him, only they were more loud and energetic. The young boy trailed along, running through the grass to catch up.
"Woah," He stopped in his tracks to see the view. His friend stood proud and crossed their arms. "I knew you'd like this place, Carlos. The jacaranda tree is beautiful! It looks like a fairy tale, so bright and lively!"
It was the same place, but why did it seem so different? The same tree he looked up to since he was little has only grown larger in size, but the branches stood frail and weak. It did not help that the weather further augmented the gloomy vibe to it.
"Carlos." A voice called out to him. The familiarity of the soothing tone made his eyes sprout open. Carlos snapped his neck to his side to meet the one he had been longing for.
"Y/N.." He whispered, voice seeming like he was about to break soon, "What are you doing here?"
"We both know you're most likely the cause of the weather. And," you looked down at his figure and laughed jokingly.
Carlos shook off the wetness of his hair and scoffs at your comment. He shifted over to the side and patted on the empty spot in the log, you took a seat right beside him but kept a large distance into which he noticed. He shrugged it off however.
"How was your engagement?" You broke the ice, hiding the pain in your heart and masking it in a nonchalant stoic voice.
"Arrangement." Carlos sneered. "I never wanted to get married, at least not to her."
You bit your lip and held back a sob. Looking away from him, you fiddled with your hands to further distract yourself from the pain radiating in your heart. There was nothing you could do, and neither could Carlos. Silence soon took over for a while, the rain being the only white noise ringing through the ears. Carlos couldn't stand it, he needed to do something.
"Do you remember the promise we made, as kids?" He hesitated. "Under the same tree?"
Carlos can vividly remember every moment of it.
A younger Carlos held your hand as he joggled you through the tall grass. It was the same area, except that it was overgrown by vegetation. It was abandoned, forgotten, but was the safest haven that you two had shared. When life becomes such a mess, one of you would run to the same small secret garden in the middle under the large jacaranda tree.
"You know what my parents used to say when they want to spend the rest of their lives with each other?" You asked Carlos, leaning your head to his shoulder which made his heart flutter with joy. He asked, "No, what do they say?"
"Cásate conmigo" You said. Carlos' eyes grew wide and unconsciously he looked away. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Carlos"
"We're too young, Y/N. It's too early for marriage." Carlos trailed off and kicked a nearby pebble out of range, trying to distract his pounding heart. "But we can promise, though."
"Okay" With no hesitation, you gave in. It was always something that Carlos liked in you, you were easy for him to read, not to the others. He knew you just as much as you do to yourself. With a frail but stern voice you asked him, "Carlos, will you promise that you will spend the rest of your life with me?"
"Yes," Carlos instantly admitted with a small grin in his face. "But only if you promise me you remember this moment, under the same tree"
You reassured him and gave the boy a side hug, "Yes, I'll always remember, Carlos."
"What promise?" You asked, giving him a confused look.
His slight smile faltered. The throbbing beating of his heart was soon replaced with sharp painful pangs to the chest. His breath hitched and for the first time in his life, he felt like he lost hope. There was no way you forgot a core memory as special as that. It was the place you used to love, the place you two had been dreaming of. But as you grown, it seems that things seemed entirely different.
"Seriously?" His voice broke, subtle sniffs and sobs can be heard along the pouring rain. "You have to be joking."
"I'm not." You bickered. "I don't even know what you're talking about." Carlos saw you shift farther from him, a confused look was on your face.
With the timing uncanny, thunder strikes. It illuminated Carlos' look slowly transitioning to anger while yours shown annoyance. Carlos gritted through his teeth and glanced down.
"Then what are you even doing here?" He murmured audibly, "Why did you even come here?"
"Someone had to." You said to him. Carlos balled his fists and did his very best to control his bursting, overwhelming emotions.
"You have a lot of nerve to say that after ignoring me for days, Y/N." Carlos bickered, finally he musters up the courage to stand up and look at you. His drenched hair covering almost half of his face, but you can clearly sense that he was agitated by your remark.
"After the news broke out, you changed. Ignored me for days and now when I've had enough of all the crap in my life, you come back? I was hoping you'd remember why I had been holding off the arrangement in the first place, our promise!" Carlos yelled in a tone you've never heard before. Everything about the heavy rain and his anger only made the atmosphere turn into a tense situation. Carlos gripped the roots of his hair and yelled in frustration.
"You knew this place like the back of your hand, the somewhere that only we know! Isn't this the same place we used to love? The same place where we swore the same promise a few years ago, that until this day I'm still trying to keep? Why have you been deliberately pushing me away?" Each one of Carlos' pent up anger resonated in the volume and tone of his voice, he tried not to scream at you but he failed. What went through his mind was irritation, resentment, not at you but at the circumstances that placed him into where he is.
You let him take the heat, silence was your response hoping that it would cool him off. Carlos looked back and faced up against the falling raindrops yet again. He closed his eyes and bathed through the pouring rain, mixing it with his salty tears.
"Y/N" Carlos called out to you when he saw you sitting by the log under the tree. "I just finished my chores, it was a lot!" You laughed and ruffled his hair as he laid his head on your lap. He was still panting from all the running.
"I'm not done with mine yet, I just wanted a break from all the loud noise" You spoke softly, kneading the curls on his head. Carlos' eyes fluttered at the sensation, calmness slowly starting to take over him as he took a breath in the fresh and serene air.
"This place is really magical" He muttered and you hummed in agreement.
"It really is," You whispered under your breath, smiling at the boy you loved who was already close to dozing off. You rambled nonetheless, "When I come here after a long day of chores from the village, I never feel tired at all."
"I'm tired, Carlos." You spoke out to him.
Carlos turned around and pursed his lips, his hands now gripping the soaked ruana and wringing the cloth making water drip down the ground. You took another breath and looked into Carlos' pained emotional eyes.
"Who are we trying to kid? I'm tired, and so are you." You choked back a sob. "Tired of hiding, tired of fooling, tired of kidding. I do remember the promise. I remember everything. But the fact that you're getting married to.." You grew silent, tears started rolling down uncontrollably the eyes. A few hiccups was all it took for you to muster up the guts to continue.
"What I'm trying to say is that we need to stop fooling ourselves. You're getting married and we cant keep hiding forever, Carlos. It's not right. Whatever promised we shared, it wouldn't matter in the future if you start a new life with another."
"Kidding ourselves and everyone was how we lived, Y/N!" Carlos retorted with a scream, his nose flaring from frustration. "We lived our lives off of lies and deception. This was the only secret place we have been honest to each other, and you're trying to end it all under the same tree where we made our very own promises in the first place?"
"You need somewhere else to begin." You closed your eyes and wiped away a tear through your sleeves before choking the last words you figured you'd say to him, "And that place? It's not here."
As you turned your back, Carlos yet again gripped his hair and harshly tugged the ends of it. Was it all over? Just like that? Two of you, once in love but now no longer? As soon as thunder struck yet again, he screamed his lungs out to blend in with the loud noise. He hung his hands at the side of his face and looked down at the riverbank near him. It showed a reflection of his own self. Eyebrows furrowed, jaw clenched, and eyes stained with tears.
In an instant he shapeshifted into you, and stared at your reflection in the river. Raindrops punctured through the surface of the river making it harder for him to mark out your exact features. But he knew you, he can distinctly tell you from a crowd, he could find your voice in a harmony of whispers, he can find you in utter darkness. A glance in his head would be an utter mess, but Carlos eventually figured out what to do. In a hurry he shifted back to himself and ran all the way back,
To find you.
The heavy rain still going on only made his way worse, it was foggy and the path was slippery, but Carlos didn't care. He knew the place at the back of his hand like you do, and he exactly knew where he can find you if he wanted to.
"Y/N!" Carlos screamed your name making you look back at him. Tears filled your eyes when you met his. But unlike earlier, Carlos now looked certain on what he was going to do. He ran closer to you but before he could grab you by your wrist, you jerked away and stepped back which alarmed him. It wasn't like you. If anything, Carlos would be the one discouraging physical touch while you yearned for his. This time, Carlos realized how badly he messed up, and how it would even escalate for the worst.
"If you have a minute, why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know?" He asked more quieter, realizing that you two were now nearer the village. Towns people spotted him and ran to the Casita, but he didn't care. He wanted to run the other direction with you.
"Are you for certain?" You asked with pleading eyes, "This could be the end of everything, Carlos. Come to your senses and think this through!"
"I don't have much time." He breathed out, "Just, come with me." Carlos frantically looked around before pulling out his hand. It was too late for him to shapeshift, people already found the missing Madrigal and sooner or later, he would be dead meat from his mother. Carlos looked intensely at you to his hand, ushering you to take it.
"Trust me, Y/N. We run away from this place." He reassured you. After seconds of internal debate, you held his hand and immediately he dashed the other way pulling you with him.
"Where are we going?" Your voice wavered. Although you weren't quite certain of what his plan was, you trusted him more than others do.
"Another place. Somewhere to begin, and somewhere only we will know."
Carlos was now reassured that although it might be the biggest mistake of his life, he vowed to forever keep your promise. Even if you were the ice breaker to almost losing your word to him, he still found you as someone to rely on. Since that stormy night, a new secret place has been born, somewhere far from the Encanto, somewhere no one else can find. Somewhere only they know.
But little did they know that their story doesn't end there. Despite Carlos handling all the situation amidst a loud heavy rain, he underestimated the other gifts that his family was bestowed upon. One of the members of which, was eventually set to figure out the truth behind the disappearance of Carlos Madrigal and Y/N L/N,
A member of the Madrigal family with a gift of enhanced hearing. As it turns out, someone else does know of the place that they thought only they knew.
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get me a camilo x artist!reader in highschool modern au where in theater plays, the reader only participates on like doing the art stuff like the props and the backgrounds etc. and since shes lead artist of the team camilo often notices her alone every other end of practice doing most of the hard parts of the designs etc.
no i am not projecting
stfu
(Love U)nfolds ㅡ camilo m.
pairing: camilo madrigal x fem!reader
genre: fluff
summary: in which a love unfolds between a visual artist and a theatrical artist while they work on their school play
tags: requested, modern au, artist reader, actor camilo, mutual pining, developing relationship
School plays are the pinnacle of an average high school semester. Even if one isn't inclined at this field of study, there is always a hint of curiosity and wonder behind it. Whether it would be the genre of the play, the lead characters or just the setting, it would bring a lot to their seats and for the performers, to the stage.
Camilo Madrigal is one of them.
Everyone knows him as the theatre kid. Always praised in class, always punctual every practice, always giving his best for the audience. Camilo has been passionate about theatre arts, something about expressing yourself through different personas makes him feel adventurous, as if he's living the world through different perspectives of people. He was a natural-born performer, an ace. However, there was a problem. In his 2 years of enrollment in the school, never has he been the lead actor.
Not until now.
When Camilo found out he was casted as the lead star in the school's annual play, he was over the moon. The genuine smile of excitement never left his face as he received his copy of the script. He vowed to never let the entire batch down as he tries to show more of his talent and skills. And he proved that since Day 1,
by attending the practice an hour early.
The school wasn't even filled yet but Camilo was already on his way to the auditorium. He opened the heavy door and walked to the stage, grabbed his script and then threw his backpack to the side.
Since he was alone, he decided to mark out his positions labelled on his script. He mumbled his lines and practiced his gestures thoroughly. He felt free for he thought he was by himself until he was proven wrong. While the script said to exit, he lightly and gracefully walked to the marked exit drawn on the stage. He was ready for Act 2, but something caught his eye.
The mobile shelf filled with paint rolling through backstage.
Huh? Camilo thought to himself, he thought he was alone. He slowly moved back downstage, swatting the heavy curtains until he landed on a sight he didn't expect.
A beautifully marked tall backdrop being painted by you. Who was sprawled on the floor.
"Y/N?" Camilo asked, catching your attention. You snapped out from your trance as you lifted your hand holding the brush away from the canvas to glance at him.
"Hey" You greeted back with a small smile. "What brings you here so early?"
"Nothing" Camilo placed a hand in his pockets as he shrugged, "Just getting extra prepared"
"Oh right, you're the lead! Congrats on landing the role, by the way"
"Thanks" Camilo shyly smiled. You proceeded to finish your drawing while still proceeding to talk to him.
"How about you? Is there a reason why you're here painting so early alone?"
You shrugged your shoulders. "I guess. It's more peaceful and I don't like being bothered by too many people always passing by and talking"
"Oh. You're really talented. This is amazing!"
"Thank you, Camilo. You're not so bad yourself"
"What do you mean?"
"I've been hearing you practice since you came here, you're killing it"
Camilo gasped out loud, a hand covering his mouth as he did so. Suddenly he got so shy he looked down. Never did he expect that you were there the entire time. He was so into it and to think that someone appreciated his rehearsals made him giddy.
As if time flew fast, so did your conversations with Camilo. You got to know each other better, even better from the moment you first interacted. Though you were schoolmates, Camilo didn't know you that well, not until now. He learned so much about you. You've been the visual artist for so many plays, painting and designing costumes here and there.
But as much as you love art, you could never do origami, the art of paper folding. As soon as Camilo found out, he wondered why. You were close with his cousin Mirabel who was known to be crafty on the origamis and he silently questioned why you didn't know how. The more you talked about yourself, the more Camilo grew interested about you.
You continued to work whilst talking to Camilo. You painted the green hills and mountains, adding details of small flowers and leaves as you portray a secret garden setting. Camilo was by your peripheral vision, leaning on one of the tables as he observes. He admired your work, obviously proven by his dazed stare while his chin sat atop his palm leaning on his elbow. A comfortable pause comes up every now and then while Camilo thinks of another topic to talk about.
Unfortunately one of the silences was badly interrupted by a sharp noise as Camilo accidentally moves the shelves after leaning on it too much. It made him stumble with a yelp and sent the shelf moving towards your canvas. The paint cans stumble and tumble down, making a big splat at the canvas you were working on.
Camilo was stunned, guilty, upset. A hand was on his mouth for he was unable to speak a single word to you.
"I-" He stuttered. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" Camilo frantically apologized. He tried to come closer and attempted to wipe away the paint but alas, he wasn't a visual artist. His attempt in wiping it only made it worse as the paint smeared all over the canvas.
"No stop, It's okay!" You exclaimed and reassured him. Camilo only looked at yourwith a face full of guilt. It made you laugh when he stepped back, hands tight in front of him.
You slowly stood up from the floor and dusted your top. Like a boss you walked towards the part where he smeared the green paint and sat down at the floor. Camilo glanced at you with disbelief when he realized you were starting to paint over the scattered mess of paint. You grabbed pink and yellow paint, letting your brush dance against the medium.
"These would look like tulips, actually" You simply said.
Camilo still had his jaw-dropped. The simple fact that you were unbothered by his accident took him aback. He expected you to yell, scream or even shove him away but much to his dismay, you did the exact opposite. You painted over and made a beautiful bush of tulips from his poured paint and casually talked to him as if nothing happened. Needless to say, his admiration for you grew even bigger.
—
After a few hours the stage was full, rehearsals officially started and people were all over the place. Camilo was out for lunch time and you were waiting for your paint to dry. You stared at the improvised tulips from Camilo's mishap as you smiled thinking about his adorable guilt face. You glanced at the table and saw a spare script lying around in the corner. You, being bored, picked it up and wandered around the pages. It was annotated, highlighted, and clearly studied well. You flipped it back to the front page only to see his name.
'Camilo Madrigal'
An idea suddenly popped in your head, you grabbed your pencil case from your bag and started doodling all over the cover page. Anything you could think of. Tulips, crowns, swans, hearts, you decorated the bottom of the page in colorful ink. You smirked to yourself, if he can draw on my canvas it's only equal I draw on his.
A satisfied grin left your lips. What stopped you was the teacher's announcements that it was your turn for lunch break. You placed the script back from where it was and flipped it over to the back as you grabbed your stuff to leave.
—
Just as Camilo came back from the cafeteria, he picked up his own stuff to head to class. He saw his script on the table and picked it up in a flash, not even noticing what you have done.
It was only when he arrived home after dinner. When Camilo fished out his script from the bag, his eyes widened in confusion. The cover page of his script was filled with doodles! At first it irked him, thinking that he was being pranked but as soon as he realized the all too familiar tulips by the corner, his heart pounded.
And yet again needless to say, the thought of you never left his mind as he rehearsed the entire night. While he practiced, Camilo remembered about how you never knew about origami and how it works. He then remembered that Mirabel, your classmate and his cousin, was the expert at that matter. So in an attempt to find something to get closer to you, he tried to learn it as well. After dinner, he snuck onto Mirabel's room to steal her large guide book all about origamis to learn the basics.
The next day, Camilo was extra happy and giddy. He was early to another day of practice yet again to rehearse his lines (he's lying to himself, he just wants to see you again). Since that paint accident, he tries making it up to you by helping in other parts of your work such as bringing you new paint, washing your brushes, or even tracing the drafts to make your job easier.
Soon enough, your backdrop is finished and is already placed onstage for dress rehearsals. Camilo yet again often finds himself distracted during his lines when he glances at you and his messy work. It brings a smile to his face, a power-up to motivate him to impress you better with his acting skills.
—
After class, Mirabel invites you to her home as she crams the rest of the costume design for the play. Being her friend of course you agreed without hesitation. Designing and planning outfits was one of your favorite tasks and this time you went home with Mirabel to finish it.
Their house was, huge. Your jaw dropped as you went into their property. It was colorful, neat, simplistic and full of life. Mirabel's room was an even better experience. With a girl who is handy with arts and crafts, her safe space was never dull. You already loved to see her paintings and drawings all over the place. Since Mirabel was the lead costume director, she needed your help on the final designs before it hits the fabric.
"Is navy blue fit for the lead's suit or should I pick another shade?" Mirabel held up a square fabric sample for the costume design. You squinted your eyes at the color, thinking if it was suitable. You clicked your tongue and shook your head.
"The main backdrop is sky blue so it almost blends in. Why not try for a cooler hue? Maybe purple" You eyed her sketches, watching her streak a purple tint near the sketch for comparison. Deep in thought Mirabel hummed and you took the silence as a chance to glance at her other designs. Your concentration was interrupted by hearing random groans and yells from outside the hallway of the house.
"What's that?"
"Oh, that's just Camilo practicing." The moment his name came out from Mirabel's mouth made your heart pound. All of a sudden you forgot that he was living in the same house too.
"He sounds distressed.." You muttered upon your breath. Mirabel looked unfazed however, as if she's used to this behavior.
"He's fine. Does it all the time"
When Mirabel reassured you that he was doing fine, there was still a hint of curiosity blending in with worry at the thought of him. Camilo sounded like he was rambling, muttering unintelligible sounds along with frustrated groans. The muffled sounds faintly echoing through the walls made it impossible to shut the sound out.
When Mirabel left her room to grab snacks for the both of you, you took it as a time to maybe check up on Camilo out of curiosity. Slowly you tiptoed out Mirabel's room and followed the sounds of fiddling objects and mumbling. Across the hall was a half-opened door leading to what you assumed was Camilo's room. You stood near the side of the doorframe and his muttering gets more clearer now.
"Why won't the wing flap"
"Will she like this?"
"It doesn't work!"
You silently hummed. What he rambled about was definitely not part of the play. The amount of curiosity in you increases and you cave in. You peeked into his room and accidentally grazed the door with pressure a little too heavy as it opens with a creak.
You stood frozen when you saw each other.
Camilo was sprawled on the floor with a bunch of crumpled paper around him. Colorful pieces of paper caught your eye as it was scattered all over the place. Only some of them weren't crumpled badly, you realized that it were folded origami pieces.
"Camilo? Are you okay?" You found the courage to ask, still standing behind the door afraid to get in. Camilo stared at you in a face you couldn't decipher.
"I'm fine, sorry for the mess" He trailed off and looked away, fiddling with the pieces of paper while his other hand brought itself to the back of his neck, scratching it out of nervousness. "You can come in if you want"
With his permission you slowly walked in and sat on the floor across him, noticing the large book beside him. Camilo refused to meet your eyes and proceeds to finish what he was doing. He glanced at the guide and followed through the steps. You observed the rest of his work. It wasn't at perfect quality but who were you to judge? The familiarity and shape of the paper figures came into you.
Your doodles. Camilo made origami figures off from your doodles in his script. A paper swan, paper tulip, paper crowns, and a few paper stars. It made your heart flutter.
"I thought you were practicing for your script." You tried to initiate a conversation with him. He still refused to look at you, though.
"I finished, I just wanted to try making origami"
"They're beautiful" You said as you lifted a paper swan, gently pulling the tail to see its wings move back and forth.
"They're too much" Camilo shyly muttered.
"I tell you, it's not. What are you making right now?"
"Tulips"
You froze. Was it a coincidence? That he was making 3d paper figures off from the objects you drew on the canvas and the script? You soon shook your head, thinking that you were overthinking it.
Eventually you hummed as a response and scooted closer to him to look at the guidebook and it made Camilo surprised at the sudden proximity. His eyes never left the book as a way to divert his attention to anything else but you.
You grabbed a new yellow paper from the side and started to follow through the guide on how to make paper tulips. It was easy at first, but at one point you didn't notice you were stuck and ended up ruining it. Now you understood why Camilo was muttering curses when you were now doing the same. Your fingers fiddled with your origami piece trying to unfold and undo the steps to see where you left off.
While you were distracted, Camilo took the time to finally lift his head up to admire you. A smile slowly curls in his lips when he sees you pouting unconsciously. It was so unlike you now that he noticed. At school you were known to be cool and intimidating but now, it's like your personality made a 180 degree turn. Here, you looked soft and almost bubbly if you weren't too frustrated with your paper folding. Camilo audibly giggles and it causes you to look up at him with your bottom lip puckered out and your eyebrows furrowed.
When you looked up to Camilo and saw him staring intensely at you, your heart pounded even louder than you wanted it to. You only prayed he couldn't hear it from here. It only took a short time gazing into Camilo's warm eyes before you looked away flustered. Now it was your turn to pretend to fiddle with the paper to get your thoughts away from the charming boy looking at you with admiration.
If that wasn't enough to get you fazed, you saw Camilo suddenly chuckle as he reaches out for a yellow crown that he made with his own hands. You stared at him in confusion but all your walls came crumbling down the moment he set it above your head with a soft smile in his face.
"Practice makes perfect, cariño" Camilo whispered. After he placed the crown in your hand his fingers travel around the frame of your face. His thumb lightly brushes against your cheek, instantly making you lose all your control.
You closed your eyes shut as you flinched and squealed, hiding your face in the sleeves of your hoodie while you nervously laughed. Muffled fits of your giggles against the fabric of your clothing made Camilo's heart pace with utter fluff and admiration at the sight of you getting giddy over his sudden bold move.
And as if time has stopped, the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon practicing how to make origami art. Too into the moment you didn't even realize that Mirabel has been silently squealing behind the door after seeing you so giddy with her cousin. She closed the door to give you two privacy and left to continue her work.
Who knew that afternoon rehearsals could end up like this? From spilled paint to paper figurines, two of you were the happiest. As much as you enjoyed your new found hobby for paper folding, your heart swelled more at the thought of it bringing more happiness as yours and Camilo's (love u)nfolds.
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