Mirabel: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it?
Camilo: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and say: “Hey… how you doin’?”
Y/N, scoffing: Oh, please.
Camilo, to Y/N: Hey, how you doin’?
Y/N: *giggles and blushes*
fight for you
Inspired by the Book of Life. Part 1
A letter had arrived to inform the Madrigals of your return. Camilo is overjoyed to reunite with you.
Camilo had kept his word. Even as eight years had passed, as Casita fell and rose back again on the hill that the two of you had once ran around on, the hope that you would return never once wavered.
Although he wanted to send you letters, he didn’t know where to write to you and your father hadn’t exactly warmed up to him even after your departure. Oftentimes he would run up to him, asking for any news from you. Though Ignacio would only regard him for a moment before silently walking away. He can’t say the same for his family though. The Madrigals and the lonely widow Ignacio Castillo had maintained a friendship of sorts. Though it seemed that Ignacio hadn’t really seen him as anything but the boy that drove his one and only daughter away from him. Often frowning and leaving the room whenever Camilo entered.
He knew his reputation wasn’t exactly the best but he had tried to show the older man his good side. Often he had pestered him, helping him out whenever he could. And try as Ignacio may, he couldn’t help but admire the boy whose smile was infectious and bright.
Camilo had spent years waiting, completely unaware that he was a boy falling deeper into the depths of love. No longer was it a silly crush and it took years of your absence to realize that.
He thought that he would have to wait longer. Not that he minded waiting but the day he had been waiting for would soon arrive.
A letter had been delivered to the matriarch of the family while they were having dinner. He recognized the seal that had your father’s initials on them as well as the wax seal’s colors. He drummed his fingers on the table, fidgeting as he resisted the urge to just snatch the letter from his grandmother’s hands.
He watched with bated breath, chewing on the arepa he ate like his life depended on it as his abuela’s serious features melted away to form a warm smile. She placed the letter back in its envelope before placing her hands on the table, glancing at him briefly.
“It seems that Señor Castillo’s daughter is expected to return from after completing her studies in the city.”
Camilo choked, an unchewed piece of arepa lodging itself in his throat.
Pepa, not noticing the choking Camilo had smiled fondly. “Oh, how sweet, you’re getting all choked up.” She stifles a soft motherly laugh, knowing how Camilo had admired and loved the girl.
Most people would argue that it was puppy love and that it would pass but her son’s unwavering patience to wait for (Name) told her all she needed to know. She was blissfully unaware that Camilo was so close to seeing the light, his abuelo Pedro on the other side—
Camilo grasped onto the table tightly, turning slightly purple as he couldn’t breathe. Was this it? Death by arepas? Granted it was a good way to go but he hadn’t seen (Name) yet!
“Oh..! Ay dios mio, you’re choking!” Panic ensued as Felix had turned to his son, about to share some fatherly wisdom, only to see Camilo choking. He immediately performed the Heimlich maneuver as Pepa thundered and rained all over the dinner table.
Well, after almost having a heart attack from Camilo’s near death experience, Alma had announced that she would like to host a welcoming party in honor of (Name’s) return. Seeing as the Madrigals and the Castillos were more than acquaintances after your departure, she saw it fit to hold a party for the return of one of Encanto’s memorable citizens.
As Camilo laid in his bed, he couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips. You were coming back. After all this time he was going to see you again.
Camilo wondered what you looked like now and as he stood up, he glanced at himself in the mirror. He combed his fingers through his brown curls, smiling at himself. He could say that he looked good. He only hoped that he wouldn’t disappoint.
The shapeshifter turned to his closet, opening it up to reveal dozens of ruanas that resembled the very same one you gave him. Said ruana was carefully tucked away. He had worn it only once and that was on the day of your departure. It had slipped off his shoulders a few times but Pepa reassured him that he would grow into it.
He went back to bed, holding the ruana close to his chest as he reminisced about his childhood with you, slowly falling asleep with a smile on his freckled face.
Soon came the day he had been waiting for. Casita was roaring with excitement, much to his sister Dolores’ chagrin. Everyone had wondered how you were after being away from Encanto. Rumors of your studies as well as your beauty buzzed around the town. Camilo had looked forward to meeting you once again, fidgeting as he kept on shifting to different people out of nervousness.
“Alright, alright, calm down. You got this.” his fingers drummed against his thighs as he tried to focus.
The welcome party had been attended by the whole town, all of its’ citizens as equally curious as he was to see or know what had happened to the little menace that once terrorized the whole town with Camilo.
“Óye, (Name’s) on her way.” Dolores whispered to her Abuela before she let out a little ‘hm’.
He stood beside his abuela, with your father on the opposite of the Madrigal matriarch. Camilo donned the exact same ruana you had given him the last time he saw you, his white button-up pressed smoothly and showed no creases. He swallowed thickly as he fidgeted with the ends of his ruana, careful as to not pick on it too much as he was afraid of ruining the gift that you had given him.
“Camilo, your girlfriend’s here!” Isabela had smirked after she had peered out on the walkway where you were escorted by a boy that looked to be of Camilo’s age, though they weren’t familiar with him. Perhaps he was an outsider that you met while studying in the city? He was tall, handsome, a mop of smooth umber locks on his head. The unknown boy’s pretty amber eyes gleamed as he smiled down at you. Camilo could feel his throat dry up and his heart clench. Who was he?
A hush fell over the crowd as you finally entered Casita’s newly built doors. All eyes on you as you made your way down the center of the parted crowd. Camilo could hear their whispers but his eyes had narrowed on the unfamiliar boy by your side. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like him. Maybe it was his overprotectiveness for his girl.. His friend showed but he was far too close for his liking. Though he tried to push the green monster that threatened to ruin his whole night. This is gonna be a night to remember. You don’t want to ruin it, Camilo hissed to himself.
As expected, everyone in town was curious to see how you had grown. Camilo had quickly turned his attention to you once he heard the soft gasps that came from the crowd.
“(Name) Castillo has returned..”
A delicate fan had hid your features from curious eyes that tried to take a glimpse of you. You were dressed in a white blouse, delicate frills on the neck with a light yellow lace trimming, your skirt was long, embroidered with pretty carnations and sugar flowers and it stopped just before your ankles. On your hair was a little bow in the color of Camilo’s ruana.
“And she’ll be helping out with the children..” One of the mothers that Camilo had been helping had gushed as you gently ruffled the curly hair of the little tyke in her arms.
“I heard she reads books.. like for fun.” One of the haughty girls your age had scoffed, rolling their eyes while her companion had gasped. “No way..”
You continued to make your way through the crowd, a space between Alma and Camilo being made for you. The boy he had been glaring at joined your father’s side. Although he was nervous, Camilo had tried his best to retain his confident smile while your father had looked on proudly. “Mija.” Your father greets you with a warm hug and you couldn’t help but return the embrace before you had pulled away to stand in between the shapeshifter and his grandmother.
“Señorita Castillo.” Camilo breathes out, unable to believe that you were actually here now. You were so close and he could feel your warmth. He could only see your eyes right now, mesmerized and getting lost in them.
He briefly wondered if you even remembered who he was. It had been years after all and no letters were exchanged to know what had happened to the both of you in each other’s absence. Anxiety filled him and he felt his palms get sweaty. Though that soon would be melted away as you turned to him with that sweet smile you always gave him when you were younger.
You lowered your fan, eyelashes fluttering prettily as you beamed up at him. “Hola, Camilo.” You greet with a soft smile, only then making your features visible to everyone in town.
Camilo Madrigal swore he could hear a chorus of angels singing as his eyes opened wide to take in all of you. His jaw dropped and he started shifting again, his familiar disfigured face staring at you in disbelief.
A soft giggle merely escaped your lips, far too familiar with Camilo’s antics to be surprised anymore. “It’s really nice to see you..” You lean close as you whisper, smiling sheepishly, cheeks heating up as you recognize the ruana he wore. "You kept it? After all these years?"
Camilo’s own cheeks felt warm as he didn’t even know where to look. Your pretty eyes or the lips he swore he could kiss forever. And he could only nod dumbly as you smiled.
However, your attention was soon captured by his grandmother who had smiled fondly, gently grabbing your shoulders as she made a welcome speech that Camilo didn’t really listen to. Something about returning, yada.. Yada.. enough about his abuela!
All he could focus on was you.
Aside from his grandmother’s speech he would briefly hear muffled snippets of conversations of both your father and said boy who he now knew as one of your friends from the capital. He heard how he had insisted on escorting you home. He had shook your father’s hand firmly, proudly smiling as he heard Ignacio’s praise of making sure his daughter had come home safely. And to that he says, really? He spent years trying to gain even a smile from the ever cold Ignacio Castillo but it was given away so freely to a stranger?
As Alma’s speech ended, she asked for the band to play some music, no doubt sparking what would be a very lively party. Although Camilo wanted nothing more but to speak with you, you were whisked away by his primas who had fawned over your outfit as well as your now grown features. They had also filled you in on what you had missed during the eight years you’ve studied in the city.
You talked animatedly, recalling all your time in the city. He would watch, mesmerized by how you had become so.. so beautiful. Though there were quirks you had retained that he remembered when you were children. He smiled to himself, sighing dreamily.
“Camilo Madrigal. The shapeshifter, right?” A voice interrupted him from his thoughts and he turned to see the very same boy that was by your side upon entering Casita. “Andres Del Pilar.” The boy held his hand out. “I’ve heard a lot about you from princesa. It is nice to finally meet you.” Andres greets with a smile that didnt quite reach his eyes.
Something about this boy had honestly riled Camilo up. He was so.. Smug. Like he was smug too but his smugness, by his defense, was endearing! Not like this.. This.. chico engreido! He could feel Andres size him up, likely to scope out the competition as Camilo shook his hand.
“All good things, I hope.” He says through gritted teeth, eyes narrowing at the nickname the boy had referred to you as.
“But of course, mi princesa speaks highly of her darling friend.” Camilo could practically hear the emphasis on Andres’ words. His princess. Not yours. He turned to gaze at you just like Camilo had. The tall boy hummed softly. “During her years in the city, I’ve been granted her gracious presence. I admire her, you see. Only a blind man wouldn’t.” Andres had shook his head. “Numerous times I have thought of asking for her hand to court..” Camilo could feel his heart stop at his words, eyes wide as he looked at Andres.
“But I intend to ask for it from her father, Señor Castillo himself.” Camilo’s blood ran cold and he swore he feel himself freeze up, nails digging in his palms at how tight he was clenching his fists.
The tall boy merely gave him a once over, huffing haughtily. “Judging by your reaction it seems she has failed to inform me that this darling friend.. Doesn’t see her as just that.” He shook his head. “Though I really don’t see someone like you as a competition. No shapeshifting could amount to the life and the riches I could give her.”
Andres turned to walk away, bumping his shoulder against Camilo harshly and watching with a snicker as the shapeshifter had stumbled back. “Just a friendly advice, from one amigo to another, si? It is best if you cease any feelings you have for her, friend.” Andres had masked the poison in his words with his flowery sentences.
Camilo’s jaw clenched and he swore if he didn’t have the patience of a saint he would’ve seen red. Andres had expected an easy win. An easy ‘I yield’ from the Camilo boy. What he didn’t expect was dark green eyes narrowing at him.
“Que gane el mejor, amigo. May the best man win.” Camilo stood tall as he sauntered past Andres. If Andres thought he was going to back down, he had another thing coming. Camilo Madrigal was going to fight for you.
Nearby, hidden by a large assortment of plants, one could hear a little ‘oooh’ as they bore witness to the scene that had just transpired. Dolores, Mirabel, and their Tio Bruno had been listening in. After making sure that both boys had left the scene, Dolores let out a little ‘hm’ before relaying what had just happened as Bruno who had been quite inspired by the display, had taken notes, invested in his sobrino’s story and inspired to make a telenovela with starring his rats. Mirabel recalled the exchange from both boys to be used as the dialogue.
“Write that down! Write that down! That was telenovela gold!”
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i hope you guys like the second part of the book of life series ! sorry if theres any typos 😭 im still sick but i wanted to get a fic out ! let me know what you guys think !!
Hihi!!! Can I request Camilo x reader where reader is touched starve but afraid to ask Camilo like hugs and holding hands? ALSO ALSO HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT/AFTERNOON
Pairing(s): Camilo Madrigal x reader
Warnings: maybe a little angst, touch starvation and anxiety, small injury
A/N: You didn't specify anything about the gender so I made it neutral. I hope it's what you had in mind <3
His hand was right there, you could easily grab it and appease the cold trembling on your own, but his whole family was right there, they would see if you did, what if he got embarrassed and let it go?
You two had been dating for a few weeks already and it had quickly became a routine for you to have breakfast with the Madrigals and then shadow Camilo most of the day, but as comfortable as you had grown around each other, you still couldn't work up the courage to express your affection to him the way you so badly wanted to.
Maybe it was fear of appearing clingy, or maybe it was simply something you weren't used to. Hugs, kisses or anything of the sort weren't common around your house, they were limited to congratulations given on birthdays or other celebrations on the most awkward way.
For Camilo those actions came so easily, he could cradle your face and graze your fingers without getting dizzy in over thoughts. He was so natural with it and yet you so desperately wanted more.
"Amor," Camilo called, pulling you out of your thoughts by putting his hand on your shoulder. Everyone was standing up from the table, "we have to go."
You nodded, leaving your napkin back on the table and trying not to think of the warmth that irradiated from his hand. He walked to the village with you trailing behind, your eyes once again set on his hand that moved back and forward.
It wasn't always like that, you weren't constantly craving for his touch like you were that day, most of the time you were perfectly content just having him close, but sometimes you woke up with an insatiable thirst for those moments when he layed sprawled on the grass and pulled you on top of him to cuddle. Those moments you weren't brave enough to ask for.
Submerged in a comfortable silence, you two made your way to the Gonzalez' house, a young couple who had recently had a baby and were completely exhausted, as it often happens with first time parents. Luckily for them, Camilo and you were the two most reliable babysitters in Encanto and you had no issue with having the baby for a couple hours so they could have some rest.
With a blanket, you secured the baby to Camilo's chest, making sure she was comfortable and protected from the sun, and tried not to blush at the way he gazed upon you as you did.
He liked looking at you, he wasn't too shy to admit it, he liked the frown on your face when you were focused and your expression when you were lost in thought. He knew the exact number of freckles on your face and the particular curl of your eyelashes, he knew where to find the tiny scar on your eyebrow from when you were little and had memorized the shape of your Cupid's bow. God, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Slowly, almost timidly, he brought a hand up to your face and moved a strand of hair out of your forehead. That's exactly what you meant, his caresses were so effortless and yet they made all the air escape from your lungs. Camilo never said it out loud, fearing that it would make you stop, but he adored the way you leaned into his touch.
Contraire to your nervous assumptions, he loved touching you, everything from grazing your hand when he walked beside you to cuddling with you at night before you went home, he lived for every hug, every kiss, every waking moment when he could hold your hand.
What troubled his mind was the thought that you didn't like to be touched, or maybe not as much as he wanted to do it. You never seemed to respond badly to his caresses, but you never initiated those moments and honestly he preferred to control his urges than to accidentally trespass your personal space.
Once the baby was settled against Camilo, you both started to go wherever he was needed. Most days went by like that, you two babysitting one or two kids together while you trailed behind him to wherever he needed to go and tried to make yourself useful.
"I think she's hungry," you said when the baby started crying, growing more loud by the second despite of Camilo's coos.
"Maybe she's sick of being around you," he suggested mockingly.
"Oh, she's tied to your chest, but she's sick of being around me," you responded in the same tone.
"You're right," he nodded while still rocking the baby, "she's tired of me, so you should carry her instead."
"You could've just said you were tired, lazy," you mocked while, carefully, removing the baby from the blanket around your boyfriend, shyly grazing his chest in the process.
The baby kept crying as you walked back to casa Madrigal to make her a bottle, while you gently rocked her trying to sooth her in the meantime. Camilo stared at you the whole way, making sure you didn't trip over anything, that the sun didn't sting on your eyes.
Once in the kitchen, you both settled the baby on the dinner table, on top of the blanket and Camilo's ruana. He entertained her while you warmed the milk and the bottle, trying not to get distracted by the way Camilo talked to the baby and she somehow responded in gibberish baby talk.
But your efforts were unsuccessful.
You looked at him tickle the baby's tummy as you blindly reached out to grab the pot, placing your hand right on the hot metal instead of the handle, "ah!" You cried out, making Camilo turn into you in the initial shock and then jumping towards you.
"What happened? Let me see."
You pulled your red hand out of his reach, hiding the painful grimace on your face and the tears welling up in your eyes.
You held your hand close to your chest, it wasn't your intention to push Camilo away but your first instinct was to stop his comforting of your injury.
"Y/N, amor..." he called again, placing a hand on your arm.
"Leave me alone, Camilo!"
He stood silent for a good second, even the baby had stopped wailing for a moment. You had your back turned against him, with anger tears coming down your cheeks quietly and he feared he had broken the rule he had set himself when it came to touching you.
Still, he knew you well enough to know it wasn't him you were mad at for having gotten hurt, but at yourself, so he decided not to surpass your boundaries anymore. Instead, he filled a bowl with cold water for you to submerge your hand into, which you did without complaining.
It was a long while until he worked up the courage to approach you again, after he fed the baby and put her down to sleep in the same place on the table. This time you didn't squirm away from his touch when he grabbed your arm to have you turn around in his direction.
You avoided his eyes, but they were too busy inspecting the burn. Thankfully, it wasn't too bad, the cold water had done wonders to it. He looked into your face, the tear stained cheeks and the obvious pain you had suffered, and decided to taunt his fate once more.
Softly, he brought your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on the inside of your wrist. Once he felt you leaning into it, the way he loved so much, he traveled his kisses up to your face. He erased the path of your tears with his lips, making your breath hitch.
Camilo wrapped an arm around you, embracing you softly, and you happily melted into him, hiding your face in his chest as you whimpered softly and the tears came back to your eyes. Upon seeing your reaction, he wondered if maybe you liked his touch more than you let on, so he simply held you against him for as long as you allowed him to.
"Can we do this more often?" You were brave enough to ask, referring to the hug and the kisses.
Camilo smiled, for your question was an answer to his prayers.
"Yes, mi vida."
He cried after Camilo raised his voice at him 😭
Poor baby 🥺
Just did it this morning lolol *sips hot coco with shaky hand*
[This is the aftermath of the Owl house meme ref link here]
Mirabel: *falls down a hole*
Camilo: *also falls down a hole*
Dolores: . . .
Pepa: . . .
Felix: . . .
🌙Yin and Yang☀️
Camilo's a good dance instructor!
Guess what they're singing😜
As children, they used to act out their imaginary worlds. It had been years since they started doing it again. It was kind of hard at first due to Luna's changes in personality. But bit by bit, her old self is starting to show.
This was supposed to be a mini comic, but I got busy working on some other stuff.
This other pic was from months ago.
My Knight in Yellow Ruana
Camilo Madrigal x Fem!reader
Summary: You were just doing your chores delivering vegetables to your father's stand when an old "friend" of yours started pestering you.
A/n: Camilo and Y/n is somewhere in their early 20's just for the plot, you'll know why later *wink wink*
It was pretty normal day in the encanto, everyone is working hard to earn a living and the Familia Madrigal is happy to help them.
Y/n, the farmer's daughter is also starting her day after harvesting crops that will be sold to the market on her father's stand.
She was walking with crates full of carrots in her hand while greeting the people she passed with.
"Oh Y/n, is that a fresh batch?" Señora Guzman asked the girl
"Si, but this is for mi papa's store. I'll deliver your orders later when I got back" the girl smiles at the middle aged woman.
"Ay gracias hija, tell your papa that I'll might order more radishes next time" the old lady then bid her goodbye.
Continuing her walk on the way to the market her arms start to get a bit tired with carrying the crates so she puts them down for a second, Luisa is nowhere to be found so she must be rerouting the river again.
Well Y/n can handle carrying the heavy crates for a bit longer, or that is what she wants to believe.
When she was about to pick the crates again a familiar voice was heard.
"Ay Y/n you are getting yourself dirty, it is improper for a lady to carry stuff."
The young lady's mood instantly deteriorate after hearing that sentence
"Hola Joaquin" she tries to move past him but to her dismay the guy just won't let her.
"Hey I told you stop carrying those act like a proper lady for once, let me help you" Joaquin was about to snatch the crates but Y/n easily walked away no scratch that Y/n sprinted away from him.
That man never knew what boundary is, Joaquin is one of Y/n's suitors but even after she rejected him dozen of times, the guy doesn't seem to know how to accept defeat.
And why is Joaquin rejected? Sure he is brave, and masculine, too masculine. Joaquin is the type of guy that says women should be doing house chores and all of those crap. So that's the reason he was rejected.
Each day gets more annoying as the man tries to take another shot of wooing the young lady.
Y/n finally arrived at the market and make her way to her father who is setting up signs for the new batch.
"Well you look rather gloomy, mi vida. Is everything alright?" Señor L/n looks at her daughter
"Of course Papa, just ran into someone but anyway, here are the carrots you asked and also Señora Guzman said she'll order more radishes next time" Y/n said as she placed the crates of carrot on the shelf
"Well that's good news, now why don't you go and take a rest, get ready for lunch, I'll handle things here okay?" He kissed Y/n's forehead
"Okay Papi" and with that the lady left.
As she is going back the same guy appears infront of her.
"Joaquin, will you please move so I can go back to my house" Y/n said a bit annoyed, but the guy just steps closer to her which made her look small against the person infront of her.
"Oh look at you Y/n, you look so tired from carrying those crates, women are weak, you should leave work like this to big strong men like me while you go and cook our dinner and take care of our kids" Joaquin said as he flexes his muscles.
"Our?" Y/n is in disbelief at how thick this guy's skin is.
"Oh come on, don't you picture it hermosa, You and me living in a house with 6 little me running around it" Joaquin is now holding Y/n close to him, his hands were on her waist.
"Uh no, can you please let go of me now" Y/n is now squirming to be freed from Joaquin's grasp but it seems to tighten everytime.
"But were not finished yet, I was just getting to part where I would ask you to be my wife." Y/n is still squirming away from him
"What?! No let me go already" Y/n is struggling but Joaquin seems to not notice or he just doesn't want to stop what he is doing regardless if Y/n is hurting or not.
"But amor–" he was cut off with a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey señor , the lady already said to let go of her." The familiar yellow ruana is seen. Camilo Madrigal—the eldest grandson of the Familia Madrigal, a magical family in charge of the encanto.
"Mind your own business buddy" Joaquin puts you down and faced Camilo
"As someone who's responsibility is protecting and helping everyone in this village, this is my business. Now I'd ask you to politely leave the young lady alone before my Abuela finds out about this" Camilo calmly warns the guy and Joaquin seems to be intimidated.
Who wouldn't be, Camilo is apart of a well-respected family and not only that, they basically rule the encanto plus they have magical powers for god's sake, so if anyone tries to mess with who knew what will happen.
Joaquin without a word left. Camilo then checks up on you to see if you are hurt.
"Hey I'm okay, he didn't do anything" Y/n assures the man infront of her.
"Didn't do anything, that guy is touching you everywhere, and you're saying that you're okay?" Camilo's faced is red from the anger he felt when he saw you in the arms of Joaquin
You, his fiancé, the woman who is already bethroted to him, in the arms of someone who is not him, of course he is mad.
"Stop being jealous Camilo, let's just head back to my house." Y/n kissed his cheeks and his anger seems to fade almost immediately.
"Great idea, and also take a shower, I can smell Joaquin's stench from your clothes" Camilo gagged jokingly and Y/n hit him.
"Also you owe me a cuddle for saving you earlier" Camilo added
"Yes yes, mi amor, you'll get your cuddles when we get home."
And the couple walks back to Y/n's house hand in hand.
Gosh I don't know how to write anymore, anyway hope you enjoy this short story. I'll be making more later, have a great day/night.
You know what would be a fun part of dating Camilo?
When he sends Antonio over with messages.
He doesn’t necessarily love to use his brother as a method of communication but when you’re too far apart to talk to each other, he does it as a way of reminding you he cherishes and cares about you.
They’re all sweet and stuff and Antonio’s little voice makes them all the more cute.
“Camilo says you look pretty/handsome today.”
“Camilo told me to tell you that he likes your dress/outfit/suit.”
“Camilo told me to say that he likes your hair.”
And you can tell him sweet things back or smile at him from wherever you’re standing. Or you can tease him.
“They say staring is rude and you need to get back to work.”
“They said your ruana has a stain.”
“They asked if their hair didn’t look good yesterday.”
Camilo will look at you, surprised, until he sees your smirk and/or wink. Then he relaxes and smiles back, probably letting out a relieved chuckle.
Then, sometimes, Camilo will be talking with Antonio and he says something about you but it wasn’t meant to be a message but little Toñito is used to relaying messages for you two so he disappears to tell you what Camilo just said.
One second Antonio is there, listening innocently, then the next he’s just gone. And when Camilo finally spots him, the boy is with you. You’re bent over or holding Antonio so he can whisper into you ear, or just so that you can hear him better.
“Camilo says he loves you.”
When Antonio is finished, you look at Camilo (who’s shocked, worried, and panicking) with a politely surprised expression that turns into a smile. You look back at Antonio (who’s proud and beaming innocently) and whisper a response into his ear.
Camilo has forgotten all about whatever chore he was doing and is just standing there, frozen, with his mouth dangling open. When you’ve finished with your reply, Antonio’s face lights up and he giggles and runs back to Camilo.
“They said that they love you, too … but close your mouth because you’re gonna catch flies.”
During Antonio’s slight pause, Camilo looked up at you and things seemed to slow down. Relief crashed over him like a tidal wave, affection bursted in his chest, and butterflies erupted in his stomach. Oh and his face - that was on fire.
Then he was pulled back into reality by the second part. He snaps his jaw shut and stands straight, probably dropping something in the process. He rubs the back of his head and smiles nervously as he bends down to pick up the stuff he just dropped.
Your cheeks are bright red, too, but you aren’t sure if it’s from laughing or being flustered.
Afterwards, when chores are done and you and Camilo have a chance to talk, you just joke around and talk about your days until the incident comes up. Camilo goes silent and looks down at his lap or hands and asks if you meant it.
You’re confused at first but when he clarifies you say “of course I meant it, Milo” then there’s a pause before you ask “did … you mean it?”
He seems just as surprised as you were at the question. But he assures you that he meant it with all of his heart, despite it being a mistake, but he would have rather told you himself if he’s being honest.
You share a little laugh then it gets quiet again. You break it first with “Hey, corazón?”
“Sí, mi vida?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Hey, I have another request/ idea for a Camilo x fem reader. What if the reader has EXTREMELY long hair? Kinda like jinx from arcane. Like it’s braided like hers but when the braids are undone, I’ll be like twice as long. I don’t know, do whatever you want with this and I hope you like the idea ^^ <3
Request: Hey, I have another request/ idea for a Camilo x fem reader. What if the reader has EXTREMELY long hair? Kinda like jinx from arcane. Like it’s braided like hers but when the braids are undone, I’ll be like twice as long. I don’t know, do whatever you want with this and I hope you like the idea ^^ <3
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: None, cuteness, I would warm that Camilo might be slightly out of character but my boy has six minutes of screen time, not much to go off really
Paring : Camilo Madrigal x F!reader
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Camilo really wants to see your long hair
I do not know any Spanish so I did use a lot of google translate, so if there's any mistake I apologize, just let me know ill fix it asap
Camilo always loved your hair. Whether it was how the brown had tinges of gold running through it or the fact you tied the bottom of your braids with blue and yellow lace or the one that most people noticed, how your hair was mere inches from dragging on the ground. He wanted to ask you to take it out, he wanted to see all your hair as it curled, he wanted to see how long it really was. He never asked though, he thought it would be too weird.
So Camilo sufficed for imaging what it looked like as you both sat on his bed in boredom. You guys wanted to go about town, maybe even explore the edges of Encanto, but god it was so hot outside. Camilo thanked the stars his room was cool, but he still tossed his ruana to the side, sitting in just his white buttoned shirt.
You let out an overly dramatic sigh catching Camilo's attention. You were twisting the overgrown hair of your fringe, having an inner debate with yourself. "Wanna help me with something?" You asked, meeting Camilo's eyes.
"Yeah," Camilo said putting his guitar he was lazily strumming, just off to the side to lean in his bed. "I'm so bored I think ill do anything." You laughed pushing yourself off the bed to sit on Camilo's floor, resting between his legs.
"Can you help me take my hair out?" You asked leaning your head back to look up at Camilo, who bent his head to lean over to meet your gaze. "It's getting to frizzled, and I wanna put some string through it thins time."
Camilo nodded taking a hold of the left braid, slowly undoing the tie. "You know, I've never seen you with your hair down," Camilo said matter of factly. You turned around to face him with a confused look.
"Really? I swear you have," You spoke suspiciously. Camilo shook his head, taking the tie from you so he could put them on his bedside table. "Why haven't you asked to see my hair then?"
"I thought it would be weird," Camilo stated honestly, gently raking his finger through your braid, slowly letting it fall free. "Hey Y/N, you look great and all, but take your hair out," Camilo spoke in a weird voice making you laugh. Camilo laughed softly as well, making sure not to tare your hair.
You raked your fingers through your hair faster than Camilo did and with the combined effort, your hair was free in a matter of minutes. You stood up, shaking your head, letting your wavy hair fall over your shoulders and drag a few inches along the floor.
Camilo smiled looking at you brush your hair with your fingers. "So? What do you think?" You asked suspiciously, eyeing Camilo who took a pile of your hair to play with.
"I think you just more perfect, perfect-erre," Camilo declared stumbling on the last word. You laughed lightly hopping into bed beside Camilo, your hair flying everywhere.
Request : Masterlist
Pairing → Camilo x GN!Reader
Genre → Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
Warning → Just some Camilo angst I thought of before sleeping🙂
Word count → 1.2K
Summary → Camilo's gift has a side effect were he could forgets who he is if he used his gift too much, and it looks like it's taking a lot out of him but you're there to help him through his identity crisis
Inspired by this and this
DNI If you're 18+
It was yet another day in Encanto and it looked like the madrigals has more chores than usual, and that explains the sort of cloudy weather. You too were busy with your own chores helping your family with the store you owned, that was until you spotted a certain curly haired boy helping around. You decide to go greet your boyfriend Camilo since you were too busy this morning to meet him like you usually do and it looked like he was just as busy if not more. "Hey Camilo!" You say as you approach him but surprisingly he doesn't turn around to look at you but you are sure you're close enough for him to hear you "Camilo?" You call out again but still no reaction, you then tap his shoulder lightly making him jump and shapeshift into multiple people before turning back.
"O-oh hey amor, didn't see you there" He laughed nervously, making you give him a worried look "I called your name twice though and I'm pretty sure you heard me" You said as you cupped his face in your hands. "M-my name?" He mumbled softy looking confused. "Yeah, Camilo are you sure you're ok? Do you want me to take you back to Casita?" Now you were really worried and ready to take him back home but he gave you a nervous smile "No you don't have to do that querida, I'm fine really" Not believing his words you give him another worried/frustrated look and let go of his face, he sighed cupping your cheek in his hand "Ok how about this, I'll continue with my chores and if I don't feel too good I'll go back" You placed your hand on top of his on your cheek, leaning into his touch "Fine but as soon as you feel tired you leave whatever you're doing and rest ok?" He could tell you were REALLY worried and he appreciated it "Alright mi vida, calm down ok?" You sighed letting his hand fall from your face, then you leaned forward and pecked the tip of his nose gently "Ok, I'll stop by Casita later to check on you though alright? I gotta go back to the store" He smiles at you and leans in kissing your forehead "Alright I'll see you then mi amor" And with that you waved at him and got back to what you were doing.
The sun was already starting to set when you were done with your chores but you still had some time so check on Camilo, so once your father told you that you're done for the day you rush to the Madrigal household to check on your boyfriend as you promised. Once you got to the front door of Casita the window started moving as if it was waving at you but weirdly fast as if telling you to hurry, one you step on the tiles they immediately started moving you into the house and around it until you bumped into Pepa, who was pacing around with a thunder cloud forming above her head and when she saw you she immediately hugged you "Oh thank got you're here Y/N, I was so worried that you were not coming today" After that she started to pull you upstairs "Why? Tía Pepa, what's wrong?" You were confused but then you and Pepa came to a stop when you were in front of Camilo's door, and it was weirdly glowing a little too much making it hard to look at it properly, You then look at her with a worried expression "Camilo came back a little early today saying he wasn't feeling too well, he would not react to calling his name and then started to shapeshift into random people at weird times then rushed to his room and then locked himself in. I tried to talk to him but he wouldn't let me or anyone in then his door started to glow like that. Dolores said that she could hear him mumbling your name while crying so I sent Antonio to look for you" You then looked at the door worried out of your mind trying to prosses what Pepa said, You then walk forward and knock on the door lightly "Go away!" You could feel your heart aching when you heard how hurt his voice was "Camilo? Mi vida, It's me" You then heard some shuffling before the door opened and you were pulled in and the door was locked behind you again, and the sight in front of you made your heart shatter. There was Camilo standing in front of you, his face full of tears, his eyes red and puffy from crying and he was just shapeshifting randomly but not returning to his own body, he then looked up at you with a terrified expression "I don't remember" Is all he could say as he collapsed into your arms still shapeshifting randomly "What is it amor? What don't you remember?" You ask with a worried voice you too on the verge of tears. Camilo tried to speak but he was crying too much, you try to calm him down a little so he would be able to speak. You stayed in that position for a little bit more until you pick him on his feet at walk him to the bed, when he finally spoke "I don't... I don't remember what I l-look like Y/N..." He was about to start sobbing again when you pulled him closer to you, rubbing his back soothingly "I-i don't even remember my own name..." and with that he starts to cry harder making your heart ache even more. You try to comfort him by rubbing his back and wrapping your arms tighter around his waist, pulling him closer as he cried into your shoulder.
A while later he started to calm down a little, settling on 3-5 people to shift into instead of the whole town, you then pulled away from the hug to cup his face "Is it better now? Do you still not remember?" He only shook his head and buried his face into your chest, you then had an idea to somewhat help him. "Hey Camilo" He slowly looked up at you before shapeshifting into Antonio accidently, making it easier to hold him into your chest "That's m-my name..." You smiled, nodding you reach into your bag for something "Yeah, and look here..." You pulled out a picture of you two that you took after you officially started dating, Camilo had you on his back giving you a piggy back ride around the town, looking at the picture you remember how chaotic that day was making you smile. "... This is our favorite picture of each other" He took the picture from you and looked at it before looking back up. "T-that's me..." He points at himself with an almost un-noticeable smile on his face, you hugged him tightly while smiling too. "Yeah that's you... You wanna try turning back to yourself?" He nodded and got off your lap, standing in front of you.
And there he stood, your boyfriend was back to his usual self and you couldn't help but jump into his arms burying your face into his chest. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer "Thanks Y/N" is all he said as he squeezed you tighter bringing you closer to him, now he doesn't go anywhere without a picture of you two that you wrote his name on it's back to make sure that he doesn't forget himself again.
Hey!!! This is my first fic and i hope you enjoy✨✨♥♥♥
Y/N, about Dolores: She's the girl of my dreams!
Camilo: You say every girl is the girl of your dreams.
Y/N: I have a lot of dreams.
two by two headcanons
what i've envisioned our reader to look like but you're still free to insert and customize your looks !
masterlist !! read here -> two by two (platonic! twin! camilo madrigal)
pre two by two timeline
🐾 You were born a whole 15 minutes after Camilo did and he wouldn’t make you forget that.
🐾 Normally you wouldn’t mind but he makes this fact known almost everyday.
🐾 “I’m older so I get seconds first.”
🐾“I’m older so you listen to what I say.”
🐾 Despite being ‘older’ he wasn’t as mature as he thought himself to be.
🐾 "You're so bad, I want to give you a zero. But mami says that's mean so I'll give you a one." Probably you.
🐾 Though you try to be nice. So you just went along with it. You probably singlehandedly boosted this boy's ego.
🐾 You had cute nicknames for one another. Pain in the ass no. 1 and Pain in the ass no. 2. Though for endearing talks, you'd always either call him 'Cami' or 'Milo'.
🐾 Your parents doted on the both of you. While your Abuela Alma remained indifferent. She loved you still of course but..
🐾 You had resembled Pedro in a way. With the same smile and the same liveliness. And for that looking at you was painful.
🐾 You grew up side by side one another, and he grew protective and caring just like an older brother would.
🐾 Between the two of you, you were more sensitive than he was so each and after prank or joke he made, he made sure to apologize if he knew he took it too far.
🐾 You two would often stay up in the nursery with Mirabel, talking about what gifts you three would have when you’d come of age.
🐾 At your gift ceremony you held his hand whilst you two made you way upstairs to acquire your miracle. He had the power to shift into people while you had the power to shift into animals.
🐾 While you also gained attention from the townspeople, it wasn't as much as your older brother did.
🐾 And you hated how it made you resent your gift.
🐾 Abuela Alma put you to work, entertaining the children often with a limited list of animals you can turn to.
🐾 Nothing wild. Nothing scary. Nothing ugly in her eyes.
🐾 While your brother could do whatever he wanted. And often you'd stare, in many of your 'beautiful' animal forms, watching as your brother 'wowed and entertained the crowd.
🐾 Although you'd never say anything about it.
🐾 Both of your ruanas had the same yellows and although Camilo's had chameleons on it, you had animal tracks on your own, specifically paws.
🐾 Your miracle were especially liked by the children and you thrived in the attention you've been given just like your brother did.
🐾 Though you never did get to play with anyone. They would only admire and stare at your animal forms from afar.
🐾 You were like an object for show.
🐾 The attention you craved would be especially given attention by your older cousin, Isabela, who like you, was trapped on a pedestal.
🐾 You tell her everything. Your fears, your insecurities.
🐾 Camilo would grow jealous of your closeness. You two were siblings, you were supposed to tell him everything! Didn't you trust him?
🐾 A confrontation would occur.
🐾 "If Isabela is so good then maybe you should be her little sister instead! I wouldn't want a stupid sister like you anyway!"
🐾 "I wouldn't miss you even if you did go to Isa!"
🐾 None of what he said was true. It was mostly just him being angry and envying Isabela and yours' relationship.
🐾 He expected tears. And you gave him that. Though they weren't of sadness, rather, it was anger. Your shoulders trembled. You can't even find the words.
🐾 He didn't expect your fist to quickly rise and make contact with his nose too.
🐾 You were panting as you straddled him, delivering blow after blow as he shifted to different people whilst shielding himself with his arms from your kinda weak blows.. but he didn't tell you that.
🐾 "Te Odio! I hate you so much, Camilo!"
🐾 His eyes were wide at the use of his full name. You never called him that unless you really meant something.
🐾 He watched as Pepa and Felix held you back with you shifting to different animals, growling at him.
🐾 Eventually the commotion would be heard by Alma who quickly reprimands you for hitting your brother. And try as you explain, you were quickly shut down.
🐾 Having enough, you thrash in your parents' grasp, successfully getting out of their hold and running out of Casita.
🐾 Stupid. Stupid Camilo. Stupid Abuela.
🐾 You didn't listen as they called out for you to come back.
🐾 You would run far enough, into the thick forests just at the foot of the mountains that kept the outside world from Encanto.
🐾 You huddled under a tree, sobbing. You couldn't possibly say the things you said to Isabela to your own brother. You thought he wouldn't understand.
🐾 As your sobs died down, you were faced with the cold night and the spooky sounds of the forest you were in.
🐾 Though you wanted to return home, you didn't have the best sense of direction.
🐾 Every twist and turn confused you. You tried to track down the scent but you were getting overwhelmed.
🐾 As more time passed by, you decided that you were going to die there. Cold and alone.
🐾 Quite pessimistic but you saw no other option.
🐾 You huddled up in a tree's large overgrown roots, convinced that no one would look for you.
🐾 They had Camilo. They had your happy older brother. And as you pulled your knees to your chest, you resigned yourself to that fate.
🐾 Then you heard your name being called and frantic footsteps. You quirked a brow, watching as a lantern suddenly came to view. You peered out to see who it was, seeing your brother with a frightened expression on his face.
🐾 "Hermana, lo siento.. I didn't mean what I said!" Camilo's voice was gruff and it was most likely because apart from shouting your name, he was shouting his apologies over and over again.
🐾 "You can punch me again if you want! Just.. just come back.."
🐾 You would look at him before sniffling and crawling out of your hiding spot.
🐾 "You're an ugly crier."
🐾 He didn't even care that you had called him ugly as he quickly turned to you and engulfed you into a hug.
🐾 You melt in the warm embrace. "I thought you'd forgotten about me.." You admit quietly and Camilo would only shake his head.
🐾 "No matter where you are, hermana, even if you were on the opposite side of the world, I’ll always come and find you." With that you had smiled.
🐾 "Lo siento, hermana, you're the best little sister anyone could ask for.. I didn't mean what I said, I was just so mad that you and Isabela seemed more closer than you and I.. I'm sorry I made you cry. I promise not to be so mean anym.."
🐾 He rambles on, only stopping when your head had rested against his chest. You had fallen asleep in his arms. He had sighed. His speech long forgotten now as he adjusted you in his arms and carried you home.
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A Forced Arrangement Pt. 1 | Camilo Madrigal
Pairing: Camilo Madrigal x Fem!Gifted!Reader
Warnings: Pre-movie, arranged marriage, forced marriage, etc.
Summary: At your quinceanera, it’s announced that you’re betrothed to the shapeshifter of the Madrigal family: Camilo. To say you’re less than thrilled about the sudden arrangement would be an understatement.
A/N: This series takes place before the events of Encanto, but it’ll slowly transition into the movie as the chapters progress. I don’t know how long this series will be yet, but it’ll have quite a few chapters. If you want to be tagged in the next part, please let me know!
“Ay, Mama! It’s too tight!” You cried out as your mother tightened the corset of your ball gown. “I can’t breathe!”
“You can breathe after the quinceanera’s over,” She replied dismissively. You huffed out of exasperation, but kept your mouth shut. You knew better than to argue with your mother, especially on days like today. It was your quinceanera, and everything had to be perfect (you most of all), lest your mother throw a fit.
“And done!” Your mother hummed in approval, leaning back to admire her work. “Oh, te ves hermosa, Hija! See for yourself.” She spun you around to face the full-length mirror.
You gazed at your reflection, pleasantly surprised by what you saw. Your (H/L), (H/C) hair was pulled back into a braided bun with a few loose strands framing your face. Your makeup was kept relatively light, as per your request; you simply wanted to enhance your natural beauty. A bit of foundation, eyeliner, and lipstick was all you really needed (although, your mother had argued otherwise).
You ran your hands over your dress, feeling the tulle fabric. It was an amber-colored ball gown with a high neckline and short, puffy sleeves. The bottom half of the dress was embroidered with flor de mayos, the national flower of Colombia.
Your mother came up behind you, clutching a gold tiara in her hands. “Can’t forget this,” She said as she carefully placed it on top of your head. “There. Now you look like a real princesa.”
“Thank you, Mama,” You said, laughing softly. She smiled at you, but it quickly fell as her face turned serious.
“We can’t have any accidents tonight, (Y/N),” She told you sternly. “Your papa won’t allow it. Not when the Madrigals will be here.”
You swallowed nervously, nodding your head. It won’t happen, you reassured yourself. You had better control over your ability now (with what little practice you were allowed to have). You wouldn’t humiliate both yourself and your family in front of the Madrigals—lest you suffer the consequences.
You forced a smile onto your lips. Perhaps if you feigned confidence long enough, you’d begin to believe it yourself. “No te preocupes, Mama. I can control myself now,” You reassured her.
“I know you can.” She glanced up at the clock on your wall, gasping at the time. “Oh, dios mio! The guests will be arriving in a few minutes! I have to make sure everything is perfect.”
She quickly looked you over, checking for any imperfections, before dashing out of the room. You turned back to your reflection, frowning at yourself.
According to your mother, your ability was a gift from the gods above. But to you, it felt more like a curse. Ever since you were a child, you could control and manipulate the elements. It should’ve been a blessing, but all it was good for was driving others away. Most of your siblings were terrified of you and the power you possessed. Your father avoided you, hardly acknowledging your existence (he refused to believe he had a bruja for a daughter). Your mother tried her best, but you knew, deep down, she was scared of you. You were a cursed child, unwanted by your own family.
You couldn’t blame them for their mistreatment. After all, your ability was nothing like those of the fantastical and magical Madrigals. Unlike yours, their family wasn’t cursed; they were given a miracle. Their gifts allowed the town and its people to flourish. Your ability, however, would only lead to the destruction of Encanto.
You inhaled deeply, attempting to keep your composure. If you didn’t keep your emotions in check, your ability would act up on its own.
A knock at your door snapped you out of your thoughts. “Who is it?” You called out.
“It’s me! Elena!” Your older sister—one of the few siblings who treated you with any sort of respect.
“Come in!” The door swung open, and Elena strolled into the room. Your sister was truly a sight to behold; her straight, black hair ran down her back like a waterfall, and her tan skin stood out against the vibrant colors of her ruffled dress. She wasn’t even trying, yet she outshined you in every way possible.
Her red-painted lips curled up into a smile when she saw you. “Aw, mi hermana pequena ya crecio!” She cooed, pinching your cheeks affectionately. “When did you get so beautiful?”
“Ay, Elena!” You whined. “Let go of me already!” You knew she meant well, but her nails were beginning to dig into your skin.
She chortled, releasing her hold on you. “I’m sorry, but it’s true! I can’t believe it’s already your quince.”
“I know,” You heaved a sigh. “Were you this nervous for yours?”
“No.” Elena gazed at you through the mirror with a straight face. “I was terrified.”
You laughed halfheartedly. You appreciated your sister’s attempts at cheering you up, but it did nothing to cease your anxieties.
You chewed the inside of your cheek, contemplating. “What if I mess up?” You nearly whispered.
Elena pursued her lips. She seemed to be thinking of the best way to comfort you. “You won’t,” She said after a moment of silence. She gripped your shoulders gently, turning you to face her. “You haven’t had any accidents in a while. Tonight won’t be any different.”
You nodded at her. It was better to hear such words from Elena than your own mother. Unlike her, she didn’t have such high expectations for you.
“(Y/N)! It’s time!” Your mother yelled up the staircase.
“Come on, let’s go!” Elena exclaimed excitedly, grabbing your hand. She turned her head and winked at you. “I’m sure there’s plenty of cute boys waiting for you downstairs.”
You rolled your eyes as she dragged you out of your bedroom and down the stairs. “I doubt that.”
The party was in full swing by the time you and Elena reached the open space of your living room. Your youngest brother, Felipe, scurried over to you. He hung onto the bottom of your gown, clutching the fabric between his tiny fists.
He gazed up at you with his big, doe eyes. “Happy Birthday!” He said innocently, and your heart melted. Felipe was too young to truly understand what was wrong with his sister. You treasured what little time you had with him, knowing that one day, he’d be afraid of you, too.
You patted down his messy head of curls. “Thank you, Felipe,” You replied softly. Elena took his hand as you weaved through the sea of guests. You smiled politely, dropping a few “hello’s” and “thank you’s” as you and your siblings made your way towards your parents.
They stood in the corner, speaking to an elderly woman you recognized as Alma Madrigal, head of the Madrigal family. Catching your eye, your mother smiled and waved you over excitedly.
“(Y/N), this is Alma Madrigal,” She said, gesturing to the woman. “I’m sure you two have met a couple times before.”
“We have.” Alma nodded at you in greeting. “Feliz cumpleanos, (Y/N). You’re officially a woman now!”
Your father placed a hand on your shoulder, gripping you a little too tightly. “Yes, which means she’s now of age,” He declared, glancing down at you. You recoiled under his gaze; his eyes were as cold as his touch, lacking any paternal warmth.
Noticing your discomfort, Elena quickly spoke up, “Oh, come on. Don’t you think it’s a little too early for that, Papa?” She laughed, attempting to play her words off as a joke.
“Not at all,” Alma said, shaking her head. “(Y/N) will be the perfect match for my Camilo. So good for the Encanto!”
Your heart dropped to your stomach. There was no way you could have possibly heard her correctly; there was no way she was instigating marriage between you and her teenage grandson.
You knew very well who Camilo Madrigal was. The golden-skinned teenager was the resident shapeshifter of Encanto. As his cousin had once said, he wouldn’t stop until he made you smile. He was known to be a bit of a jokester, often using his gift to pull pranks on unsuspecting townsfolk. But despite his impish demeanor, he was a good boy who did his part in helping the community.
But marriage? Not only were you too young, but you hardly even knew him! You had only spoken to Camilo a handful of times, but it was solely because he often played with the town’s children—including Felipe. He was polite, yes, but you certainly weren’t in love with him. And how could you marry someone you didn’t love?
Elena’s frantic questioning snapped you out of your stupor. “E-Excuse me?” She stammered, her gaze shifting between Alma and your parents. “What are you talking about?”
Your father paid no heed to her words. He stepped forward, calling out over the loud music, “Excuse me! May I have everyone’s attention, please?” You became increasingly panicked as all eyes turned to both you and your father. With his tight hold on your shoulder, there was no escape.
“Camilo! Come here, please!” Alma called out for her grandson—your fiancé. You watched with bated breath as the curly-haired boy made himself visible. All chatter ceased as the crowd of guests parted to make way for him and his family.
Alma smiled pleasingly as her grandson stood beside you. Camilo glanced over at you, but you averted your gaze to the tiled flooring. You were struggling to keep your body at a normal temperature; you could feel it rapidly increasing with every passing second.
“First of all, I would like to thank everyone for coming,” Your father started, glancing around at the crowd. “I know my muneca appreciates everyone being here for her special day.”
Muneca. The word sounded sickly sweet being said by a man like him—a man who held no love for his own daughter. It caused your anger, and subsequently, your body heat to increase.
“I would like to say not only happy birthday to my daughter, but congratulations on her engagement to Camilo Madrigal!”
And that’s when you, quite literally, bursted into flames.
Elena acted quickly, almost as if it was muscle memory. She pulled the tablecloth off a nearby table, causing the glass plates to shatter and the food to splatter as they fell to the ground. She swatted you with it, desperately attempting to put out what would quickly become a blaze.
Despite being smacked, it took a second for the realization to set in. You had set yourself on fire. Gasping, you aggressively patted yourself down. How could you not have realized that this would happen? You had been burning up! The flames licked your body, spreading from your arms to the hem of your ball gown. You were immune to the heat, but unfortunately, your attire was not. The bottom half of your dress had been scorched in a matter of seconds.
Your father cursed, releasing you as he clutched his now blistered hand. Camilo flinched back, his eyes wide in a mixture of awe and disbelief.
He hadn’t believed it when his grandmother first told him. A girl in Encanto, who wasn’t a Madrigal, possessing a gift? It simply wasn’t possible. But here he was, witnessing your ability firsthand.
Although, by your distressed demeanor, it seemed like you hadn’t meant to use it. Camilo quickly ransacked his brain for ways to put out the fire; he could use water, but from what he knew, there was no nearby water sources.
“Clear skies, clear skies,” He heard his mother, Pepa, mutter beside him. He glanced up, noticing the storm cloud forming above her head. Her gift allowed her to control the weather through her emotional state; happiness caused warmth and sunshine, while frustration brought storms and strong rain. She was clearly perturbed, if the dark cloud looming over her head was anything to go on.
That’s it! His mother’s rain could extinguish the fire. Nudging her, Camilo whispered, “Mama! Your cloud—”
“I know, Milo, but the girl’s on fire! What do you expect me to—”
“No, Mama! Use your rain to put out the fire,” He explained, and Pepa’s eyes widened in realization.
She looked over at you, her brows furrowed. With a shaky hand, she directed the storm cloud to hang above your head. Torrential, pouring rain began to fall, and you were drenched completely. Your mascara left black streaks down your cheeks, and the bottom half of your dress felt heavy against your limbs. The water washed over your skin so strongly, it felt as if you were in the flow of a river rather than a rain shower.
With the flames now extinguished, you were left to wallow in embarrassment.
“Mija! Are you alright?” Pepa questioned frantically. She checked your arms for any wounds as her husband waved away the lingering wisps of smoke.
You looked over her shoulder, at the crowd of guests who had gathered around you and Pepa. They all wore similar expressions of shock and concern. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at your family, so you glanced over at Camilo instead. He gazed back at you with a look you couldn’t quite describe.
He thinks I’m cursed, too. You could feel the lump forming in your throat. He knew now; they all knew what you could do.
You forcefully ripped your arm from Pepa’s grasp, causing the redheaded woman to stumble back. You ignored the desperate calls of your name as you fled up the stairs.
Didn't sleep at all since I wanna finish the artwork anyways hope you guys would like it.
I might die happily knowing i got to make a Camilo fanart. Lol
*sips hot choco*
Mirabel: So, are we not going to address the elephant in the room?
Camilo, entering the room: AH! WHY IS THERE AN ACTUAL ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM?!
Antonio, appearing behind Camilo: His name is Alberto.