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t.w. sensitive topics such as mentions of scars and allusion to abuse
In which Camilo’s sudden action had caused you to be startled, flinching away from a both worried but also curious boy who knew not the reason why you did so.
Part 2 is here! masterlist !!
Not much was exactly known about you when you first came to the village but in the dead of night, donkey hooves were heard clopping around the paths of Encanto, apart from the soft murmurs of those who had helped you move into your new home. As soon as the sun rose from between the mountains of Encanto, citizens had helped in building a new home for the newcomers that consisted of a mother and a daughter no younger than fifteen.
Rumors had it that the duo had escaped from another nearby town or that the mother and daughter had stowed away on a produce cart bound for said village but no one was sure and no one would ask. The small family, if you can even call them that, kept to themselves, walking the streets without meeting anyone’s eyes. Magdalena, your mother was almost always covered up, her face draped with a silk cloth so only her eyes would be visible. Magdalena and (Name) Basilio were an enigma that the villagers and a certain shapeshifter were itching to uncover.
Looking at them from afar, the two were normal.
Though there was a certain elegance that the two odd newcomers of Encanto had exuded. Proper postures, chins up, and clothes that were a bit more extravagant than a normal person in the village would have. As closed off as you two were, the villagers would often find themselves staring as you walked by.
Of course many rumors arose from the townspeople even as you had already been residing there for months already. Some more far-fetched from the others but some truer than they seem.
Though today was a bit different, only one Basilio was out and about in town today. The lovely (Name). Unlike Magdalena, you were surprisingly amicable, smiling so sweetly that you had managed to charm the people you’ve encountered in the short time you’ve stayed in the town. Though they would often notice that despite the twinkle in your eyes, the smile on your face never quite reached your eyes.
You were looking over the produce, not really knowing how to tell apart the ripe ones from the overripe ones. Pursing your lips as the shopkeeper, who you had known as Paulina, stifles a laugh and shakes her head.
“Your mamá should really teach you the difference, chiquita.” You can only smile. You really had no knowledge of these things that other boys and girls your age were already experts at. Though before you could say anything more, a yell of your name interrupted you.
“(Name)!” Ah. That voice sounds familiar. Turning around you were greeted by the boy you had surprisingly gotten close to. It only took bumping both of your heads into one another while browsing in the local library for a good book for you two to befriend one another.
“Camilo!” You exclaim, stifling a laugh as you as he bumped your shoulder with his. “Oh? Tia Magdalena is not with you today, princesa?” The boy tilted his head as he looked around to get a glimpse of your mother, upon finding none he looked at you with an excited grin. You shook your head, smiling sheepishly with a blush on your cheeks at the nickname. “No, ‘Milo. Mamá isn’t with me today.”
At that, the boy let out a sigh of relief.
“Ah, c’mon, ‘Milo, my mamá isn’t that bad.” You chide with a pout as the Madrigal boy had shrugged his shoulders. “You say that but sometimes I can just see her looking at me like she wants me to go away.” You purse your lips at what he said, knowing well the reason why she was so protective.
“Mamá asked me to do today’s errands for her.” You say, trying to change the subject and recalling your mother’s stern but still soft reminder for you to return home as soon as you were done. “But I’m having a bit of trouble figuring out the difference between a ripe or an overripe mango.” You say with a soft sigh which Camilo chuckles at.
“No te preocupes, (Name). I got this.” You can only smile gratefully as the boy began filling up your basket with mangoes and all the other fruits and vegetables on your list. Even haggling with Paulina for your sake.
“Ay, come on, Paulina! Why not a discount for my girl?”
Paulina playfully sneered at Camilo, the older woman looking at you two with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Your girl, huh?” As she repeated these words, Camilo had suddenly stilled, coughing as his form began to change from Abuela, to Mirabel, to his mamá, and finally a disfigured version of himself before he changed back to normal. All the while you stayed quiet by his side, beyond flustered yourself.
Sure Camilo had called you different pet names before but something about him calling you his girl had allowed the butterflies to flutter inside your tummy. Your cheeks felt so warm that it would put Pepa Madrigal’s happy sunny days to shame. Don’t tell her you said that though.
“Huh?! You must have heard wrong, Lina!” He averted his gaze, freckled cheeks burning at the slip-up. “You better get to Tia Julieta and get some of her arepas, your hearing is getting worse, Abuela Lina!” He says, grabbing the now heavy basket in your hands and marching away.
“¡Vamos, princesa! I’ll walk you home!” He says, not even turning back as he starts to walk away. You quickly snap out of your stupor. You were about to pay Paulina but she had stopped you.
“On the house. For Camilo’s girl.” She teased before shooing you away. You can only thank her before following Camilo.
The way home was filled with laughs and giggles, along with actually eating some of the mangoes with Camilo telling you how he had messed with Dolores again by teasing her of Mariano and how he had successfully secured a batch of arepas under his bed. Unbeknownst to him, his Tio Bruno’s rat friends had already gotten to it.
Seeing the familiar steps that led to your home, you had turned to him with a sweet smile on your face. “Thank you for today, Camilo.” Upon hearing your voice, he turned to you, the burning of his cheeks gone but you could still see that the tips of his ears had turned pink. “No hay problema, princesa.” He couldn’t help but admire your face, taking in every inch of your features as if it would be the last time he’d see you. You were always so beautiful, he had thought when he had first caught a glimpse of you, prior to meeting you in the library.
You had accompanied your mamá on your very first trip outside your new house. He remembered it fondly, you were wearing a white top with delicate ruffles, your skirt a yellow that surprisingly had matched the color of his ruana. When you smiled, though not at him or for him, he swore his heart stopped beating before picking up in a much faster pace from before. He was honestly whipped. Of course he wouldn’t tell you that though. At least not yet.
You smile wider, not even paying attention anymore, unaware that Camilo had lifted his hand with the intention to gently pat your head but upon seeing his hand raised, your eyes widened in alarm and you flinched hard, stumbling back with a gasp and landing on the pavement with a loud thud. Your arms instinctively cover your face.
“(Name)! Princesa, ¿Estás bien?!” Camilo was as startled as you were, dropping down to his knees as he looked at you with concern in his eyes. Your heart hammered against your chest, wide eyed as you couldn’t believe how you had just reacted. To Camilo of all people.
But before you could answer him, he was suddenly shoved aside and you were quickly pulled in said someone’s arms. squinting a little as you realized who it was.
“M-Mamá!?” You gape before glancing at Camilo who had swallowed thickly as Magdalena glared at him.
“What do you think you’re doing to my daughter? You stay away from us, Madrigal! If you know what is best for you.” Camilo’s eyes widened and he quickly stood up. “No, no, Señora! You misunderstand I was just trying to-“
“Mamá, please, Camilo was just..!” You tried desperately to explain before your mother had hoisted you up. “I don’t need to hear anything from him.” She says stubbornly, snatching the basket from his hands.
“You men are the same.” The older Basilio had hissed. “I better not see you anywhere near (Name), Madrigal. I don’t want you anywhere near her!” She says as she turns her back on Camilo after making sure you were alright. “And you (Name) stay away from him. You know what would happen with men like him.” She made you look at her, unknowingly dropping the shawl that had covered her face to reveal the ugly scar going across her face. A scar so deep not even Julieta Madrigal’s arepa could heal it. She had quickly covered her face again, looking at you with an unreadable expression.
And you paled, throat tightening as you remember just who had given her that.
“No, mamá, Camilo I.. he isn’t like papá..!” Before you could say anything else you were pulled along inside your home, casting Camilo a desperate and sorrowful expression, mouthing an ‘I’m sorry’ before your mother had shut the door behind you, leaving Camilo in shock and wondering what he had done wrong. Or rather, what was your mamá’s problem with him?
And he knew just the person to ask.
I hope I did this one justice! Any thoughts/ opinions would be appreciated as does any like or reblog! I think I got too carried away though, sorry anon! I hope you don’t mind!
Possible part 2?
Y/N: I thought you didn’t really get to meet your tío Bruno?
Camilo: Yeah, I didn’t
Y/N: So how do you know he has a 7ft frame, sees our dreams, and feasts on our screams?
Camilo: Oh, I don’t
Y/N: So you lied?
Camilo: Pretty much
Camilo: It’s fun to give Mirabel a little scare, plus it helps in not talking about him
Y/N: What do you mean by that?
Camilo: I mean, if you’re scared of something why would you keep talking about it?
𓏹 Fallen Debris .
Camilo Madrigal x GN!Reader
Author's Note. You guys seem to be a sucker for angst just like I am, so here you go! A little contribution to the list of Tumblr's angsty Camilo fics. I never thought I'd be motivated to write again. Even as simple as getting comments and notes really does a lot to someone, and I'm grateful for it all! I also cried while writing some of the parts so I hope that's worth it. Here's a fic made especially with love, constant repeat of dos oruguitas for setting up the mood, and tears.
Category — imagine, angst, romance.
Notes and Warnings — english not being the author's first language, second person's point of view, camilo being angry and saying hurtful words, bullying, mentions of blood.
Summary — after the disastrous dinner where Mariano and Isabella were supposed to come out engaged, you and Camilo had an extremely heated argument about Bruno after defending him causing your relationship to deteriorate completely. You were there when Mirabel and Abuela fought causing the downfall of Casita — you along with it.
And when Camilo found your unresponsive figure underneath the piles and rubbles of the fallen shelter's debris, well . . . ( 8.45k words )
You didn't know how you ended up here, chest heaving filled with disdain towards the boy you used to adore in front of you. You started the day so happy. How could you end up like this? It was all joyous. The day was clear and harmonious. How did this all happen?
You frowned at the Madrigal who mirrored you.
See, you were one of the townspeople that helped with La Casita. Needless to say, you were the painter of the town. You created portraits and arts all across Encanto since you turned 10. You were an art prodigy, the star of brushes and paints. You created a special bond with Camilo Madrigal and the live house itself, and from then on, you became someone in every step of La Casa Madrigal's ground.
Camilo was so bright then. He always asked you to come over to paint this and that, to teach him how to stroke a line with a brush, how to create an outline, and finish an art with your very secret technique called showing the canvas with love and affection. He found it silly, but he never did mind.
Despite the countless paintings in his room, Camilo only had eyes for you. Only you, and nothing else. He thought you were the most priceless art he's ever seen. Your colours were so vibrant, especially your eyes. The way your creator outlined you as a whole fascinated him, he wanted to learn how to paint just so he could make so many images of you.
Everyone didn't know what to make of him when he started becoming so fond of Encanto's art prodigy. He never ended a day without mentioning you or your works. He would always say such things as, "I wonder if they were born perfect," or "The world is a better place with them around."
You heard this all from Mirabel complaining how her cousin just wouldn't shut up about you or your "flowy hair", she playfully cringed.
So, when he confessed his feelings and found out you reciprocated it, he was over the moon, so past cloud 9 that he could just die the happiest man right there and then.
When that happened, you came more often, giving excuses that you wanted to give Pepa a gift. You did, but you stayed longer that everyone thought Casita held you hostage. Kidding aside, the family loved your paintings, causing them to keep asking for more and more until you found one peculiar spot when you were examining a framed photo. Casita warned you not to go, but you were curious as to what was there.
Needless to say, you gained awareness of the purest 'missing' Madrigal living inside the walls and became the best of friends.
And when you did, you were protective and secretive of his existence just like he asked — no, practically begged of you.
So, when you were invited to dine with the Madrigals, expecting the proposal of Mariano to Isabella, you kept a few foods on your plate for Bruno to have later. He can't just keep grabbing leftovers from the kitchen counters. You looked over at Camilo who sat across from you and smiled. Much to your dismay, he did not return the gesture. Your significant other has been cold these past few days and you were not sure why.
That's when you noticed Dolores, Mirabel, and Tío Agustín acting strange. What was going on?
A few more disasters later, the truth was out and everyone was soaked with Tía Pepa's rain. Luisa's powers were gone, Isabella was angry, Camilo was a half Mariano, half baby, the actual Mariano and his concerned mother were sat there panicking, and basically everyone was out of it. All because of Bruno and his last vision. You didn't understand the reaction. You didn't know about this, but why?
"Why does it seem like you believe Tío Bruno made this prophecy? I know he could never do such a thing like this. He can only read the future, not make it. It's not his fault nor Mirabel's!" You stated as everyone looked at you, incredulous. Abuela dropped her fork at your words as if it gave so much more information than what it should have.
"Y/N!" Camilo called and frowned at you. He looked at his abuela and awkwardly let out a laugh, "I'm so sorry, Abuela. She must have eaten something."
You scoffed. How was that possible?
"No, Camilo. I don't understand why everyone seems so against him when he did nothing wrong." You continued. Pepa's cloud thundered. You slightly jumped at that. Oh, no. You were making everyone mad, but you had to defend your best friend. Your fifty-year-old best friend who spent a decade alone with his rat friends in those cracking walls, patching them as the family slowly fell apart.
"Do you know where Bruno is?" the head of the Madrigals suddenly asked.
Uh-oh. You didn't think of that. You shook your head and simply stated an apology to cover your lies. "I don't know."
"Do you know what he's like?" She asked with a stern tone, making Camilo sulk in his seat.
"No, Abuela. I'm sorry." You quietly replied as you looked down in shame.
"Then don't say another word. You were not supposed to know whatever it is that you know about Bruno. You speak as if you know him well." She stood up as Mariano and his mother stormed off. What she said next bore a hole to your chest. "And know your place in this house, Y/N. You're not a Madrigal."
She turned to Camilo who was as wide-eyed as everyone else on the table, "I will talk to the two of you once I fix this mess."
That's when everyone got out of their seats as well to get out of the awkward dining room. Pepa only looked at you with sympathy, so did everyone else, but Camilo's eyes expressed something different. His eyebrows were just a centimetre apart, his lips curled in a way that he radiated rage.
You stepped back from where you stood alone in the kitchen. The place was now silent. Everyone was out to tend to Mariano or retreat to their rooms after the catastrophe. But you and Camilo only stood there glaring at each other.
"We need to talk." He started and slightly raised his arms, his ruana wrinkling from the action. "What was that, Y/N?"
"You know I was defending your Tío Bruno, Camilo. Don't lecture me. I did the right thing, I know it."
"Did you really? Because the last time I checked that was disrespectful, and not only did you say that to my Abuela, you acted as if you knew about my family so well!" He yelled.
Silence, then, he walked out of the kitchen to go back to his room. You followed after, apologising multiple times until you reached his room and got inside, closing the door.
"Do I not know about your family, Camilo? Do I seem so naive about your history? Do I look like I never spent time to know about everyone just so I could be approved by the people in this house? Do I look like I didn't try at all?" You asked as his back faced you. "Because I did! I tried my best to please you."
"This is not about you, Y/N," he sighed.
"Why are we like this? Why do I not feel your support? You don't feel warm anymore and you haven't been since the past few days. What happened to you?" He turned to you once he heard the question.
"What happened to me? What happened to you, Y/N? You've never acted so recklessly before. What is it with my tío that you snapped so much like that? Do you know where he even is?"
"No, I don't!" You answered.
"Then why do you act like you do? See? This is why I don't understand you sometimes. You keep things hidden from me when you know you could trust me. Why are you being like this? I thought we're open to each other?"
"Listen, I don't know about your tio, but I'm sure that there was more to the story that everyone so much speaks of. What if Bruno was out there struggling? Have you never thought about him being alone after all this time that he left? How could you not feel sympathy for him and just fear? Do you seriously believe he makes bad things happen? Because that's ridiculous and you know it!"
He only stared at you, unable to think of something to respond. So, you continued.
"You may never know if he was out there, cold on rainy days, covering himself with his own clothes that smelled like home he always remembered being so warm. What if he had nothing to eat but scraps that he shared with his rats he called his friends? What if he missed his family? Missed Tía Julieta's freshly made arepas, Tía Pepa's rainbows and sunshine? Abuela's lessons about keeping the miracle alive? What if he had so little but still shared until he had nothing? Have you ever thought of that? All of us never knew why he left. Maybe there was a missing piece we forgot to look at. You all chose to fear him, think of him as a villain, but have you ever empathised?"
Camilo squinted his eyes at you, unsure what to make of you. The more you said something, the more he grew suspicious of you. You seemed to have been keeping so much from him and it pained him to say, he was slowly losing trust.
"Tell me the truth, Y/N." He walked closer to you, "Do you know where Tío Bruno is?"
You got intimidated by that, but you stood your ground and shook your head, "I—"
"Don't lie to me this time, Y/N."
You felt like you were shrinking as the distance got narrower. Nevertheless, you chose to hold your breath and look at him with a stern expression. Your eyes never faltered at the furious sight of the Madrigal.
This time, you were the one to step closer, stopping just a few inches in front of him, but no. The atmosphere was not intimate as it was a few months ago. There was no passion in his eyes, no love, no empathy.
And it tore you. It broke your heart into millions of shards, cutting through the walls of your chest. So you stood there, fighting back the lump on your throat. "I don't know what you want me to say, but I'm already telling you this and I'm not repeating it again. I don't know where Tío Bruno is."
"Then this discussion is over. I already knew the answer before you told me." He stepped back and stopped to tell you something else, "I don't think I can trust you anymore."
"So, that's it?" You asked.
"What else do you want to talk about, Y/N? It's not like you're going to be honest with me anyway."
"What is wrong with you, Camilo? You weren't like this before! What did I do wrong? Why are you being like this? You know I tried for you — so, so hard, and this is what we'll end up being?"
"Where were you the times that I needed you? Disappearing all the time. Have you heard what they're saying about us, Y/N? Have you heard how much they hated this thing between us?" He turned around to face you, nose starting to flush red, eyes getting glossy, and ears turning into a deep shade of crimson.
"Thing? This thing is what this relationship means to you? And I know. I've heard! Why would you listen?! I thought we shouldn't mind them because we have each other?! What's going on with the both of us, Camilo? Do you still feel something? Am I still someone to you? Did the words get right into your head? Because I don't understand anything." The house creaked underneath you, but you were both too into the heat of the moment that none of you decided to back down.
"Then maybe we don't have each other after all," he mumbled.
"What?" You questioned under your breath as you looked at him in disbelief. What did he just say? That was that. The knot that twined your heart in place snapped as if it dropped to your stomach, feeling the pain of what you never thought would come. Does this mean what you think it means?
Even the Madrigal himself was taken aback by what he said, but because of determination to win this argument, he stuck with it. He watched as your frown got more intense, a tear slipping from your eye that he used to cherish so much. You quickly wiped it off with your fingers and fought your desire to break down in front of him.
"I knew you were embarrassed to be with me this whole time. Of course, because you just had to be so perfect, do you?" You shrugged your shoulders in defeat, looking at him in the eyes and expressing yourself through your words. Your voice was shaking. It felt so restrained from the huge lump on your throat. "Ah, the amazing Madrigal!" You sarcastically waved your hands to mock the cheers he received outside the doors of Casita. "So alluring, so gifted, so perfect!"
"And then there's me," you continued, your arms falling to your sides. "The art prodigy who tries so hard to please everyone like a dog but with a brush, the useless child of my parents, the pity-joiner of the Madrigals. Who would believe that you dated me without explanations, right? Because I'm Y/N the one everyone should pity and at the same time, talk bad about. I'm Y/N who's an embarrassment, and a liar."
"Y/N, no." Camilo tried to walk towards you and grab your hand, but you stepped back and pulled your hand away before the warmth of his skin touched yours.
"I'll apologise to Abuela and explain for you." You turned around and opened the door, but before you left, you did one thing that made your significant other's freckled cheeks stained with tears. You swivelled and embraced him one last time, taking his hand and forcing it to open. You took the necklace made out of shells off your neck and placed it there, closing his palms once again. A hand of yours found its way to his cheek, wiping the hot liquid.
"Maybe it's not me," you finally said. "Maybe it's not me all along, and I understand."
"Please, Y/N. I didn't want it to end this way. Don't leave," he whispered and pulled you in a hug, soaking your sleeves with his wet tears. "Stay. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't trust you enough. I'll be better, I promise. I'll tell them to stop. I'll teach myself how to treat you better. I'll learn for the best, just don't leave."
But you weren't sure if that was true anymore. You've felt and felt it all that you couldn't take it back. So, you pat his back, pulled away, shook your head and walked out.
By the time you did, you heard an argument downstairs. So, you went and checked it out only to find Mirabel and the head of the house fighting in the middle of their own home. The candle's bright light was slowly getting dimmer and the house creaked again.
" — but it is not an excuse for you to hurt this family!"
You watched the scene unfold, unable to speak in your state. You felt like you didn't have the right to. A few more things were said. You wanted to go and take Mirabel by the hand so you could walk out for some fresh air, but something held you back. God, why were you so scared of them?
"I will never be good enough for you, will I? . . . No matter how hard I try." A painful sensation in your chest was felt again. You concentrated your gaze on the youngest child of Tía Julieta and Tío Agustín.
"Mirabel?" You called, giving her a look to be careful. She turned to you and quickly looked away.
"No matter how hard any of us tries. Luisa will never be strong enough. Isabella won't be perfect enough. Y/N? Even if they weren't a part of us, they deserve better for sticking up to someone who needed it. And Bruno left our family because you only saw the worst in him. "
"Bruno never cared about this family!" Abuela exclaimed as you frowned, mumbling a sombre 'what?'. Not noticing Camilo who got out of his room once he heard the commotion downstairs. There he spotted you but looked away, trying to refrain from ever thinking of what just happened. His family needed him now.
"He loves this family. I love this family. We all love this family. You're the one who doesn't care. You're the one breaking our home." The group shook as the floor around them cracked. You were alarmed by this and quickly looked around.
"Don't you ever — "
"The miracle is dying because of you!"
You gasped and looked at Mirabel. You understood what she felt, and took the words right out of everyone's mouth. Suddenly, the ground between them cracked, snapping them into two different spaces.
"No, no, no, no, no!" Tía Pepa shouted in distress.
"Mirabel, the candle!" You yelled from upstairs and tried your best to think of a way to get there and help Mirabel, but something — someone else made it into your mind in a panic.
He must not know what was happening. Or maybe he was, and he was listening. You pitied the man, truly. You were his only friend, not knowing he had already met Mirabel and Dolores and Antonio already knew about his presence behind the walls.
"Casita, get me up there!" The girl who wore glasses went up the ladder Casita prepared from the upstairs railing.
"Be careful, Mira!" You said. Isabella tried to go after the candle just like Mirabel was, but failed once she struck a wine only for it to disappear due to the fading magic.
"Y/N, you have to get out!" You heard Pepa shout from downstairs, but you were too stubborn to listen causing Camilo to frown as you ran somewhere.
"I need a diversion! I have to warn someone about this!" You told Mirabel.
"What?! A diversion?"
"For something behind the painting!" You replied, causing Mirabel's eyes to light up, understanding what you just said.
"Be careful, Y/N!"
Well, it looked like you didn't even need diversion after all. The eyes of the Madrigals were set on your friend and that was exactly what you needed. You quickly ran towards the painting with a secret passage behind it. The rats were running out in panic.
On the other hand, Antonio pointed to where you've gone only to see you disappear behind the frame. "Where is Y/N going?"
Camilo mentally groaned. He could've known you were going to do this, but he just couldn't fathom ever losing you to this accident. So, he readied his stance and ran. Thinking you might be taking a secret passageway to the tower where the candle was placed, he aimed for it and took a big leap, shape-shifting to make himself succeed on the mission. But, the fight messed with the magic, the candle was dimmer, fallen, and the tiles were cracked. The magic was getting weaker and weaker and soon, he joined Isabella on the ground, looking at each other with worry painted all across their faces.
Mirabel however, continued to save the candle, thinking to herself that she hoped Casita would help you if had gone under bad things during your time trying to save Bruno.
"Mirabel, leave it!"
She couldn't. Before she could tiptoe to get the candle, she saw her dear Tío Bruno out and safe with a bucket over his head and a rat he considered as his only companion.
"Oh, no. Y/N." She whispered to herself, but there was no time. She had to save the miracle. She fully believed in her friend, you. You were clever in many more ways than one.
You were struggling to walk through the falling bits of the walls as you examined how ruined the passageway was to Bruno's home for the past decade. You were coughing. It was hard to see from the mist that the dust created and some of it getting in your eye. "Bruno? Tío Bruno? Hernando?!" You called out.
Your struggle kept getting worse and worse as the ground shook again but this time, more intense. The roof was falling apart above you, and all you had were your hands to cover your head. Your skin had spots of purple, cuts of red, and your heart was beating fast inside your chest. You were getting hopeless of getting out of here, but you had someone to save.
What if . . . Bruno's already safe?
The standing roof above your space cracked and creaked. You mumbled quiet no's. You were scared. There was no denying it. You were afraid if it would hurt to die, but not afraid of death itself. It was pain that you most certainly feared, and oh the things you would give right now just to feel numb.
"Camilo?!" You called in fear. "Mirabel?!" You circled in your place until you saw an open spot when Bruno must have left. You were about to head out when the roof fell, blocking your only way out. "Casita?!"
"No, no, no," you muttered over and over until you noticed a small creature crawling through a small crack. It looked up at you. It was one of those rats and it looked weak.
You gasped, "You're one of Tío Bruno's friends. The aunt in the telenovela." You gently took it with your dust covered hands, covering it protectively. "I'll get you out of here."
You squinted your eyes at the small entrance where the rat came from. It seemed to have come back for something as the crack led to the painting. You just had to remove this big wood blocking the way. Or maybe, you had to go over it. You looked up and found an open space. "Hang on tight on my shirt, okay?"
You settled it in your top's pocket and carefully made your way over the blockade, getting yourself out of the passage before it crumbled completely. And now you were standing there on the ruined second floor. The wood underneath you moved with life, "Casita, where's Mirabel?"
The wood you stepped on snapped as you whimpered, "She'll make it work, I know it."
You stepped on the stone part quickly once the wood crumbled, palming your pocket to feel the shaking creature inside. Then, you looked up to see Mirabel struggling as the tower was about to fall down. Casita was getting weaker and weaker.
You knew it could save only one of you.
Your breath hitched at the sound of her screaming. "Mirabel!"
"Casita, whatever happens take care of Mirabel, please!" The despair in your voice was enough to let your friend know what you were about to do. She looked at you in disbelief and shook her head.
"What? No, Y/N. You have to get out of here!"
The time seemed to go so slow as you looked at Mirabel probably the last time before forcing a smile to tug on your lips. You leisurely nodded your head as another tear made its way down your hopeless facade just like the materials that were once you called your second home. You raised a hand slightly, "It'll be fine, Mirabel. Just save the miracle for your family."
You knew it was the end. You knew what you were signing up for. You knew the risks, and Mirabel Madrigal had more important roles. You believe in her. You know she could do it. She was the strongest of the Madrigals, and bias or not, that's what you believed.
"Y/N! Mirabel!" You heard everyone calling and then,
"No! You can't do this. Y/N!" She protested, but it was already too late once the stone pillar that used to support the second story of the house crumbled, sending you down without support. Your body was already sore, and you would be lying if you said it didn't hurt. It hurt badly. "Y/N!"
The chair, the door, whatever it was, you saw it moving over to Mirabel to act as a shelter to protect her from the falling debris. You felt something coming to you but it soon stopped right before it could do something to alleviate the impact of the last of La Casa Madrigal's piles and rubbles on you.
The rocks, dust, woods, steels and other more things came raining down on your helpless figure, putting your hands to cover your neck and at the same time, making room for Bruno's tiny companion so it could live.
The rat squeaked so many times, syncing with the sound of your groans and the falling objects. You didn't know what it was that hit your side that it hurt so bad you couldn't help but scream. You heard your name everywhere. There were different voices in the static noise you heard. You whimpered, still feeling the urge to live, but it was all slowly fading as you felt weaker, colder, . . . numb. The last that you saw was the rat moving to your neck to squeal endlessly, trying its best to keep you conscious.
It smelled so much like dust and iron with your blood. You were scared. You were so afraid. You were helpless and in such terrible pain as you felt the weight of the debris above you. You couldn't get yourself to say anything.
Your breath was shorter, faster as if you were chasing your hope to live. You shut your burning eyes with piercing tears, but before you could think of something to do, the faces of the people that mattered to you played like a movie scene, bidding you goodbye.
Memories were rewinded, keeping you calm, not knowing it was the last of what you'd see as you felt the blood rushing in your veins slowly falter.
It was your fifth birthday when you received your very first set of art materials and your father was smiling widely, holding the warm hand of his beloved over his shoulder as they looked at their child exploring the world of imagination. You giggled as you painted a four-legged creature coloured in grey with pink tail. "Estás recibiendo pinturas por toda tu ropa, mi amor." ( You're getting paint all over your clothes, my love. ) You heard your mother chuckle.
"I heard you crying, what's wrong?" You remembered the time you were much older but still so fresh and young staring up at a doe-eyed Dolores. Then, Isabella came handing you some flowers in an attempt to make you smile at the loveliness. Mirabel lent you a hand to help you to your feet as Felix and Agustín took the canvas with your proudest painting yet from the puddles of mud. Pepa made it thunder, glaring at the children who caused the catastrophe. And there came Julieta with her arepas, giving you one so it could heal the scrape on your knee. Their abuela cleared her throat as she slowly walked towards you, "We've been expecting you, but it seems as though I need to have a word with the children's guardians in town to refrain this from ever happening again."
That's when you slowly looked up and up to La Familia Madrigal. They were caring people and had loved your art, asking you to paint them instead of using the fast method of the camera. Even Casita insisted that you paint a beautiful pattern on its ground. And that pattern that remained etched on the floor for so many years. You remembered how they all looked at you. As if you needed a careful touch of protection. As if you were a part of their family.
And what hurt the most was when you thought you fit in, when you thought you're already a part of them, you had messed up and lost the opportunity to be a true Madrigal not by name but at heart.
That's when your mind clicked on someone else. Someone who made you feel so true, as if you were the art you painted.
( Hello! Please play 'Dos Oruguitas by Sebastián Yatra' while reading this part. I promise it's what makes it more fun to read. You won't even regret it! )
You remembered the first time you ever got to say a word to Camilo Madrigal — Where the sky was clear and filled with lighter shades of blue. Where the birds flew so freely with the cotton clouds, and the sun was so bright it could turn the world into a spinning jewel. He was younger, smaller, care-free but still taller. You recalled the warmth in his smile, sending you to fall without warning. He was radiant, and you adored the way you saw him look at you. The way you met was common and simple, like any other interactions strangers have. Nevertheless, he never failed to make your hand spark. He lit up your heart with joy.
Then months passed by again, that's when you saw him brighter, clearer. Camilo Madrigal! What a name to speak like ancient poetry. His smile became wider every time he spotted you in a crowd, or was it just you? His crooked teeth a few years back became so perfect you swore you saw it sparkle. Or was it his eyes when he talked about what made his day better? You weren't sure why you felt like this, but you found it better than staring at your accomplished works.
Because he was art itself. He was the root of the trees you painted with earthly versions of brown, just like his eyes and stars of freckles that scattered across his sun-kissed skin. Every stroke, every brush, every little spray of pigment on him was perfect. He was so perfect in your eyes even despite his own flaws.
He was the field of roses and daisies. The valley of fireflies up the mountains hued with orange and purples. His words swayed you in every way just like the moment you danced under the golden light of the town. It was the necklace made with seashells that bound you together the night he held your hands and expressed how his heart beat fast whenever you were present. How he has never even ever felt that way before, or maybe that was just because you and him were young and didn't know what exactly loving was.
That necklace of seashells was the symbol of his affections to you, made only with determination and feelings that bow could never be.
Camilo wasn't like that anymore. He wasn't the same as the kid you danced with the night the moon was full above Encanto, wondering what it was like to be human and not just a celestial body peering over the darkened clouds.
He never held your hand, never looked at you the way he used to. He was a burning flame slightly fading and you didn't know what caused it, but to you, he was still as perfect. He was the world itself and you put your faith in him.
"The Madrigals only pitied them, that's why they're always in their house."
"Why would they always come? Aren't their parents taking care of them enough?"
"I heard they don't know how to pronounce 'denouement'. Maybe that's why their parents couldn't stand them."
"That's a little harsh. You should feel bad for them."
"Everyone pities Y/N, Allerà. That's why they're getting the special treatment."
"Camilo must be embarrassed to be with them."
"If only he could see how much of a mess they truly are."
You quietly sobbed at the memories. You remembered how you argued with Camilo, how he didn't even flinch to say the words you dreaded to hear. He was careless when he held you. And soon, he cried just for you. He begged you to stay, chased after you when you decided to be selfless again.
'You didn't deserve to be with a Madrigal from the very beginning anyway. What were you thinking? Did you really think you could be a part of them?'
You squeezed your eyes shut to get rid of the voices, but it was of no use. But then, it was replaced with the last of your memories.
"What happened, Antonio?" You asked the frowning boy, looking at the ground so little compared to you.
"I fought with the other kids today, Y/N. They were really mean," he explained and looked up at you as you raised his chin, smiling sadly.
"What did they say?"
"They were talking bad about you." Suddenly, Camilo walked in with a frown as he heard the response. He brought his palm to his forehead and groaned.
"They're crossing the line. I'm going to talk to them tomorrow. Don't worry, Antonio. We'll never let them say mean things to Y/N again."
"Camilo, please. Just let them be. It doesn't hurt me."
"Stop lying to me to save them, mi amor. I know how it affects you," he said and looked at Antonio, "Papa called for you outside."
And once Antonio was out of the room, Camilo rushed to you and opened his arms to bring you in closer to his chest, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. "You don't have to be afraid, Y/N. We have each other until Encanto crumbles — which will never happen, by the way, so that means forever and forever will be you and m — "
"Sh," you placed your finger on his lips and placed a small kiss on his forehead, "I'm already okay. You don't have to worry."
If only you could laugh, you would. The irony of that moment and the literal crumbling of Encanto, what a jest.
You wanted to live, but you had already lived your life. There was enough happiness and despair. You were satisfied with that. So, with the last of your energy, you smiled, embracing the fact that this was your fate. You were bound to live lifeless. And this was your peace greeting you, no matter how hard and painful.
"I'll be fine." You reassured the rat before your curled fingers slowly uncurled, your eyes closed without another sense, and your body shut down. The noises you heard were gone. The colours that flushed you to life were faint. Your body numbed, and the voices that called your name were never heard again.
Unfortunate, that's what you were.
Camilo instantaneously ran across the ruined home, careless about the fact that Pepa told him not to. His heart was pounding like a constant drum. The boy's face was etched with worry as his eyes landed on his cousin who successfully saved the candle, but now there was something different about it. The light was gone.
Mirabel sobbed as Julieta ran fast to hug her. Camilo was next to consult his cousin. "Mirabel! Goodness, I was so worried. You shouldn't have gone for the candle." She squeezed her tight as she sobbed and held on to her mother.
"Mirabel, are you okay?" Camilo asked. She looked at him and shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Camilo," she said. His heart panged with more fear at her answer. A breath escaped his lips as his heart stung. He knew what she meant, but he had to be sure. He couldn't accept it.
"Sorry for what?" He questioned, but his cousin only gave him a look through her glasses, her eyes watering with tears.
The freckled boy leisurely shook his head and took a step back, not wanting to believe what her eyes told him that happened. He looked away, "No, they can't be."
"Y/N's alive, Mirabel. I know it." He said in denial as he tugged his poncho to cover himself from the cold that made him shiver but, perhaps it wasn't the cold. It was something else.
"What is it? What happened?" Pepa suddenly asked as she walked closer to place a hand on Camilo's shoulder, but he resisted, holding back the tears threatening to spill.
"Mamí, I don't see Y/N anywhere," Antonio mumbled. Felix quickly took him and turned him around so he wouldn't witness the dreaded things. He covered the boy's ear with his hand and instructed him to use his hands to block his hearing.
"Where are they?" Isabella asked.
"I don't know. They were somewhere over there, but I don't know where they ended up."
"I can't hear anything. Our powers are gone."
Agustín sighed and gave his daughter a reassuring pat, "We'll find them."
"Stay here, Mirabel. Don't move until I find something for you and Y/N."
Soon, everyone scattered around to look for the missing subject, Camilo being the first to run around and digging from all of the litters that could have possibly had you underneath. He never stopped. Even if his hands shook and weakened, he never gave up.
He earned cuts and scrapes from all of it, but he just couldn't let you be. He prayed he wouldn't find you in danger. He wished he would but rather you unharmed. He pushed through the mountains of discarded matters, chest heaving and scared of what he might find.
"Come on, come on, Y/N. You better not be — "
He wouldn't know what he would do if he ever finds you under one of these. His eyes were stinging with tears, and he couldn't even say a thing. There was a lump stuck in his throat. He swore he felt dizzy from it. The thoughts of you gone? He shut his eyes closed. No, you wouldn't end up like that. You were strong.
"Camilo!" He heard Pepa call. He turned and looked at his mother who, despite having her powers gone, somehow had Encanto's troposphere drizzling. Her eyes told him something, something he desired to be clueless off, and that's what made him look at everyone else for confirmation. Every single one wore the same solemn look which scared him.
The hairs of his body stood as he tried to blink his tears off, letting out a sob he refrained before he sprinted towards the spot where they found you. His life, the sun in his world, the tree that stood so tall in the field of his life. The only one in the billion he cared to envision his future with.
And when he saw you there, his world stopped. His steps stuttered. His eyebrows furrowed and pulled upwards to where it met at the sight. The lump on his throat only got bigger causing him to let it all out as he shook his head in denial once again, "No. Y/N!"
He rushed towards you and pushed the big chunks of wood and stone that weighed your unresponsive state. Agustín and Felix both helped the boy who desperately took the boulders off, weeping as he did so.
"It's going to be fine. I'm here, I'm here!" You were now accessible to get out of the narrow space you've struggled in. Your back was facing the grumbling sky as Pepa couldn't help herself but gasp and turn around not wanting to see how you ended up under the wreckage, cheeks wet with tears and blood as it rested on your left arm. Your free hand was embracing your cold skin but also appeared as if you were protecting something from being crushed by the weight.
He grabbed you by the shoulder and turned you around, but you were still stuck. He turned to the men, "They're still stuck — please get them out. I can't do it, I hate to — I just — " He couldn’t finish himself in between his hitching breath. It was getting harder and harder to breathe the second he processed more and more of what happened to you. He was angry, but most of his feelings were showered with grief and regret.
Once you were released, he laid your head on his lap, placing his palm on your face he used to adore. Look at how you turned out. If he hadn't let you go, you wouldn’t have suffered. "Y/N, I got you now. Wake up."
This is the part where he couldn't hold himself any longer and cried out in defeat, embracing you in an attempt to warm you. “I’m here. I was looking for you. I kept calling you. I wanted to apologise, and when I saw you go inside to do whatever it was you were so selfless enough to do, I just — I lost it.”
He shook your shoulders and brushed the strand of hair that covered your face that he held so delicately as if it was porcelain and glass all at the same time, "It's time to get up, mi vida."
It started pouring heavier rain as Camilo heard his mother weeping along with everyone else. Then, footsteps were heard appearing to have run far away. Mirabel. She must have had enough of swallowing the lump in her throat. No matter how it pained her, she didn’t want anyone to see her crying. She needed her time alone. You were her best friend. You stood by her, and you acted like her older sister even despite only being many months old. To think that she could never see you again. She whispered incoherent words.
He was getting more and more frustrated. He just wanted you back. Was that so hard? Camilo blamed the rain, the candle, anything that he could because of his fury, but what good did it do?
"Wake up. Wake up!" He exclaimed as he shook you even harder. Your eyes he was excited to see the very first thing in the morning that you came to visit his family to bring spices your parents worked hard to make never fluttered open. They were as still as your body, refusing to wake up no matter how hard he tried to bring you back. He regretted it. He regretted every single thing he told you earlier that day. He wanted to bring every word back to himself, and he would do anything just to make that happen. He would trade his soul for you to wake up and flash him that smile that never changed.
For him you were art. You truly were the most brilliant striking art he's ever seen, and out of all the paintings you made, you were the only one he never got tired of looking at. You were the landscape of his own world, the view that recharged him whenever he was exhausted from cheering people up. He didn't know what exact pigment they were but your lips and eyes fascinated him to the very core.
"Why would you come back?! Why would you risk your life? I told you. I told you to stay. If only I knew, I wouldn't have let you."
To see the colours wash away from you felt like he himself was at the verge of his death. How could he live without you? How could he get up every morning knowing that there wouldn't be a familiar knock on the door of his home? How could the sun rise if you weren't there?
The world was a black and white film before you came along and changed the way of living. Now it was back to where it had all begun, and once again, he was hopeless.
Living is not living without the person that made the gloomy days better.
"I'll do better, I swear, just come back!"
He gripped your shirt and rested his head on top of yours as the rain washed the tears away, removing the blood on your skin, and soaking every single one of you with the droplets of liquid from the sky, "Come back, come back, come back!" He whispered, his hands shaking from how his fingers clutched the fabric of your cloth.
"Remember the first painting you gave me? Remember how I clumsily stumbled and ripped the canvas, but instead of you yelling at me, you laughed and told me you could make it again? Or that time when we both stole arepas from Tía Julieta's kitchen and she chased after us with a rodillo?" He chuckled and stared at your hands, slowly twining your fingers with his. "What about living in a house together, just you and I when we grow up? What about eating and joking around, laughing until our stomachs hurt? What if having each other until — until Encanto falls apart? Come on, you have to get up. You have to wake up. Please, please, amor. I need you. I — "
"Camilo," Dolores put a hand on his shoulder as she bent her knees to sit beside him. He glanced at his sister. She squeezed him, reassuring him before her eyes mirrored hopelessness.
He did admit. He was growing tired. His eyes couldn't cry anymore. His heart broke, but nothing else came out of him, just exhaustion from being a blubbering mess.
He looked at what used to be his life and death, and suddenly, a rat came crawling on his shoulder, squeaking and pointing to his partner.
Isabella was next to sit beside him, "They must have saved this little thing."
That only hurt more. He didn't know what to do, but it wasn't out of his knowledge that he needed some time alone to himself and his feelings. He wished you were here. He wished it so bad but,
"There's nothing else we can do," Dolores whispered in a melancholic tone.
He gently rested you back to the ground, "I'll come back."
"Camilo, where are you going?"
Nowhere. He didn't know what else to say, do, or think. He was completely blocked. The boy wasn't sure if he wanted to ask for help from anyone else. He wanted to disappear. He stood up and turned around, pushing past his family to run off somewhere he could be alone.
The rat squeaked louder to get everyone's attention. Its tiny paw pointed to you as your eyelids twitched once.
Isabella turned to it, "What's going on?"
The rat squeaked again. Dolores snapped her head in its direction this time. "What?"
It pointed to you. This time it was your chest that showed signs of life, moving slightly. This alarmed the cousins, "Y/N!"
"They're gone, Isabella," Agustín sobbed.
"No. Pa, look! I think they're alive!"
Camilo turned around at that.
You wanted to live. You wanted to breathe again. What is this void? Why do you feel tired? Why does everything hurt? All you wanted was to feel alive. You were not ready to say goodbye. Not now. It can't be now. You still desired a life with the Madrigals. You want to see Camilo every single day. You want to witness every flower bloom, hear every gossip you can, eat so much you'll feel like you'll pop, watch the sun and dance under the rain, paint your family all over again. You wanted your heart to beat so fast, feeling alive than you have ever before.
You wanted to live. You needed to live.
You felt weak. What was happening? Why was it so cold? You felt your finger twitch.
Camilo's eyes widened and immediately went to you, gently pushing the women in his family aside as he walked towards you and looked at the rat with a grateful nod. "Y/N? Y/N. Can you hear me?"
You heard it, all right. But everything was muffled. Your body suddenly trembled, you felt like you bathed in a tub of Alaskan snow.
You opened your eyes slightly as it burned from the light. The static noises were back again and the pain on your back struck you with a crashing wave of displeasure. You winced, "Camilo?"
He could barely make out what you were saying, but the way your lips moved was familiar and he knew exactly what you had just said. It was his name he never thought he could hear from you again.
He smiled and hugged you tighter, "Yes, that's my name! That's exactly my name! You're awake — "
"I'm sorry," hot tears fell again as you hugged the soaking wet boy.
"It's not your fault, corazon. It never was!" He kissed your forehead once, twice, three times and more, savouring the moment that you were alive. You were okay, barely, but you were here again in between his arms.
He quickly removed his poncho and draped it over your shoulders as you were freezing cold. Suddenly, the clouds cleared up and the sky was blue again, just like the moment you and him talked for the first time.
"I thought I'd lost you. I thought you're gone and I couldn't live with myself."
Perhaps you were not unfortunate after all. Mirabel, Abuela, and . . . was that Bruno? It was! They all arrived at the right moment as they came rushing towards you once again crushing you with their embrace.
"Woah, woah, woah! Everyone take it easy on them. They're still hurt!" Camilo protectively warned as he cupped your cheek again, you leaning against his palm.
He's so young he never believed he knew what love is, but seeing you, there he knew the answer to his own question.
You were his faith and his faith resided in you. You were home. You were everything to him and not a million diamond could ever compare.
Who could have believed that out of all those artworks that you painted, whether it offends you or not, you were still the best piece of all.
You were not an artless progeny of your loving parents. You were not a fleeting belief. You were just you. Just you who completed the puzzle in his life.
And when your parents found out what happened to you, let's just say all hell broke loose. But there was nothing a Madrigal and a flawless Y/N can't resolve.
Who knew his epiphany has always been destined to be found under the fallen debris?
i'm really sorry this took so much time to write and i also apologise for it being so long. but anyways, here it is! the longest bit i've ever written. i hope it reached the emotions i was going for. i got lazy at some parts, but i promise i'll fix them tomorrow. i only got to proofread half of it and it's currently 12:33 AM. my head aches and i don't know if i should get up to take medicine or just go to sleep.
moving on, i hope you enjoyed this! feel free to write down your thoughts. have a nice day! <3
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Idiot | Camilo Madrigal
Pairing: Camilo x g/n!reader
Warnings: jealousy, swearing
18+ people DNI
”Cami, you and Y/N are dating, right?” Dolores asked her younger brother.
”Yeah… why?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
Dolores shrugged, “I just heard them talking with some guy in town. They sound pretty close.”
”I-I’m sure they’re just friends.” Camilo argued, though it seemed more like he was trying to tell himself that.
Dolores held a hand up to her ear as if she were listening in, before turning back to Camilo, “Ok then…”
Camilo paused for a moment, 'They would never cheat on me...' before he stopped what he was doing and raced out of the Casita.
He sprinted into the markets in town, scanning around for the for the familiar (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, when he finally spotted them.
Their laugh sounded from across the markets as a man stood next to them, his arm slung around them.
Camilo’s heart sank when he saw how happy they looked with him.
A mix of heart break, jealousy and sorrow flurried in his stomach.
As Camilo stood across from the two, Y/N shouted out.
"Cami! Come here," Y/N called, the man they were supposedly cheating with stood next to them, "This is my old friend, Daniel. We knew each other before I moved here."
Camilo nodded his head suspiciously at the man, "Right. You just visiting here, Daniel?"
Daniel nodded, mentally aware of the jealousy Camilo was probably feeling, not wanting to worry him anymore, “Yeah. Me and my familia are just here for the summer."
"That, um... that's great, Daniel," Camilo stammered, the confused look from both Daniel and Y/N not going unnoticed, "Say, Daniel, would you mind if I have a word with Y/N?"
"Of course," Daniel nodded, moving his arm away from Y/N's shoulder.
"We'll talk later, Dani," Y/N said, waving in farewell.
"I'll make sure of that, Y/N/N," Daniel laughed, unknowingly shooting a pang of jealousy in Camilo's chest.
Camilo held Y/N's hand tight, guiding them away until they were out of Daniel's ear shot.
"What was that?" Y/N asked, their arms crossed.
"Oh, I don't know, Y/N/N." Camilo spat, jealousy dripping from his words.
"Seriously, Camilo? I can't have one friend give me a nickname?"
"Oh," Camilo gasped, a sarcastic apologetic look on his face, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you two were just friends. Because in my personal experience, friends don't stand that close together. Friends don't use cute nickname's on each other. Friends don't make everyone else look at them and think, 'Man, I wish I could have someone love me like that'. Because if that's what friends do, then we might as well be just friends, Y/N." Camilo finished with a huff, sitting down on a nearby bench.
Y/N just stared at them with a blank face, "You done?"
Camilo rested his chin on his two hands, giving a small nod.
"Did that make you feel better?"
Camilo sighed, shaking his head, before Y/N sat down next to him.
"Do you feel kinda shitty now?"
Camilo squeezed his eyes shut with another sigh, "Kinda..."
"If all that worrying is only gonna make you feel like shit, then why bother?"
Camilo just stared down at his lap, avoiding eye contact with Y/N, "I don't know... It's not like I like being jealous."
"Well, do you think you could stop being jealous and realize that you have an amazing partner who loves you beyond description, and thinks you're really, really pretty?" Y/N asked, trying to catch Camilo's eyes.
With a small blush on his cheeks, Camilo continued to avoid Y/N's gaze, feeling ashamed at how he jumped to conclusions, but Y/N wasn't having it.
They turned round on their back, and slid onto Camilo's lap, looking up at him with a grin and bright eyes.
"Camilo, repeat after me," Y/N began, receiving a nod from the boy above them, "I..."
"I..." Camilo repeated.
"A..." Camilo knitted his eyebrows together, suspicious as to what Y/N would say next.
"Friend." they finally finished, looking up at Camilo with hopeful eyes.
Camilo just squinted, "Is he though?"
Y/N sighed, reaching up a hand to pat Camilo's cheek as if they were giving him a pathetic slap, "He’s just a friend! A visiting friend! I’m not gonna leave you for whatever friend from my past visits me."
"I'm sorry, but you're really gonna look at that man and tell me that you've never thought about being with him over me?"
"Yes!" Y/N yelled, throwing their arms up in frustration.
"Why?" Camilo demanded, sending a hard look to the person below him.
"Why?! Because I'm in love with you!" Y/N yelled, grabbing the sides of Camilo's face to pull him down to kiss their lips.
Camilo was shocked, but immediately leaned into the kiss, paying no mind to the pain he felt as he arched his back.
The two breathlessly pulled away, the need for air becoming more noticeable every second.
"No offence, but you can be an idiot sometimes." Y/N whispered.
Camilo groaned, leaning his head back against the bench, "I'm sorry, Y/N."
Y/N shrugged, a wide grin on their face, "It's ok. You're my idiot."
*Y/n walks into the room*
Dolores: *doesn’t look up from her work* “You look nice today Y/n.”
Y/n: “Oh thanks… Wait, you didn’t even look up.”
Dolores: “No, but Camilo’s heart rate speed up when you walked in the room so…”
Camilo: *choking on his juice with now a huge blush* “DOLORES!!”
Omg hi!!! I saw your other works and I fell in love with your content, keep it up!! If it is okay, can I request headcanons of Camilo seeing his female S/O get along with his parents and siblings? I just think the thought of him seeing his S/O spending time with Pepa, goofing off with Félix, gossiping with Dolores or spoiling Antonio sounds adorable 🥺 I bet he would love to see his S/O blending in really well with the family! Thank you so much!!
pairings: Camilo Madrigal x fem! Reader
genre: pure fluff
warning/s: age up! both you and Camilo are 18. small mention of needles
a/n: enjoy! ^^ thank you so much btw <33
“This night has to be perfect and it's not perfect! Camilo’s girlfriend is coming over and we have to make this right. What if I accidentally make it rain and she gets mad, she’ll leave Camilo and there won’t be a wedding or grandkids or-or-”
“Mami- It's okay. Deep breath in, deep breath out.” Camilo held his mother in place, rubbing her arms in an attempt to calm her down. Don’t get me wrong, he was happy that his mama cared a lot about making sure his amor would have a great time but if he didn’t stop her emotional breakdown then Pepa would most likely have cause a hurricane.
At this point, she’s already met her son’s lover, and although Pepa was suspicious and a bit snappy towards her at first, she ended up absolutely adoring the girl.
In her eyes, Y/N was already like her own child. Pepa was positively 100% sure Y/N and Camilo’s wedding would be beautiful. That’s why tonight had to go absolutely perfect, this was going to be the girl's first dinner with the Madrigals. Considering how horrific the last family dinner with Isabella and Mariano went- how could she not be worried?
"Clear skies, clear skies..” Pepa muttered to herself, feeling the hesitation in her chest soften. Camilo guided her to the living room so she could sit down. He quickly handed her a cup of tea and Pepa took a sip of the warm drink, the dark cloud above her head finally clearing away.
“Camilo! Your girlfriend is here!” Isabella mused, dragging Y/N along with her. Camilo turned his head and swore his heart rate picked up when he caught sight of her. She wore a long yellow cotton skirt, the one that he gifted to her on her birthday. She paired the skirt with an embroidered white top and a yellow shawl.
"Look, she's even color coordinated with you." Isabella waved her hand around as yellow sunflowers started to weave themselves into the girl’s hair. Pepa gasped softly, tears brimming in her eyes. A small cloud starting to form above the woman’s head as she walked towards Y/N.
“Look at you! So beautiful...” Pepa sniffled and smiled gingerly, hands reaching out to caress the girl’s face. Felix chuckled and stepped forward, shoo-ing the cloud above his wife's head away. He pulled out an umbrella from god knows where- and jokingly held it above Y/N, making the girl laugh.
“Pepi! Amore, you’re gonna get our future-daughter-in-law wet!” Felix teased, sending Camilo a suggestive look. Camilo groaned and acted like Felix was embarrassing him, in reality- he felt his heart melt seeing the scene in front of him. He was truly glad that his papa and mama liked you, especially his mami. (momma's boy-)
Y/N just laughed and flushed at the teasing, rubbing her hands awkwardly. By no means was she uncomfortable, it was endearing to see that they’ve already accepted her into the family so fast.
Out of nowhere, she felt a small tug on her skirt making her jump. Looking down, she sighed in relief seeing it was just Antonio.
"You look perfect! " Antonio giggled, reaching his arms out to hug her. She grinned and wrapped her arms around his small frame, hugging him tightly against her chest. The girl placed two big kisses on his cheek as a thank you.
“Oh what? He gets one but I don’t?” Camilo pouted, half-joking and half-serious. Y/N rolled her eyes and walked towards him, Antonio still in her arms. She placed a hand on his chest and leaned forward to give him a smooch. Antonio jerked his head away, ‘yuck’-ing at the mushy show of affection.
“Is that enough, loverboy?” Y/N questioned, raising her brow at him. Camilo hummed and sent her a cheeky grin.
“Oh I don’t know..maybe one more? two more? or a hundred-”
“Enough of the romance! Come! It is time for dinner!” Abuela shouted from the kitchen, a bowl of soup in her hands. Camilo frowned, wanting more affection but Y/N quickly placed Antonio down and rushed to Abuela’s side.
Offering to help, she gently took the bowl from the elderly woman’s hands. ‘Considerate as always’ Camilo smiled to himself, his gaze following you as you chatted with his Abuela.
“You’re staring again, Camilo.” Antonio muttered, glancing at his big brother then Y/N. Camilo playfully rolled his eyes and started pushing the boy to the dining area.
“I know Antonio-let’s just go eat dinner now.” Both boys walked to the dining table and took a seat. Camilo sat beside Y/N, his hands quickly interlocking with hers under the table. He noticed her nervous expression and squeezed her hand for encouragement. That smile quickly dropped when he noticed Dolores quickly rushing to fill the empty seat beside Y/N. Camilo narrowed his eyes at his sister's ‘innocent’ expression, deep down in his gut- he knew she was planning something. Before he could question her about it though, Alma had already gotten up from her seat and called for everybody’s attention.
“It is a great pleasure to have Y/N here with us.” Alma started, she walked over to where Y/N was seated and brushed through the girl’s hair. “Now that Y/N and Camilo are of age, I do hope that soon enough you two will bring a new generation of wonderful kids to the family.” Y/N squeaked and flushed red, laughing. Camilo choked on his water, now coughing as he started to shift involuntarily. Alma chuckled and returned to her seat.
“Alright! Let us eat!” As soon as those words left Abuela’s mouth, everyone started to dig in. Light chatter filled the room as the family ate their dinner peacefully.
“Cami, slow down and don’t talk with your mouth full.” Y/N furrowed her brows and lightly slapped Camilo’s shoulder. Y/n snickered when he looked at her, her boyfriend looked like a chipmunk with how stuffed his cheeks were. Camilo just shrugged and only continued to stuff more food into his mouth.
“I’m soffwy mhi vhhidha bhut the fwhood ish too ghood.”
I’m sorry mi vida but the food is too good.
Dolores watched the young couple beside her with an amused expression. ‘Y/N’s already acting like his wife’ she thought to herself, grinning. Watching Camilo carefully, she made sure he was distracted before pulling Y/N to her side. She cupped her hands together and whispered into the girl’s ear.
“You know before you were dating, Camilo would ask me all sorts of things about ‘girl stuff’ and begged me to tell him what your interests were. This one time he was pleading with Isabella to help him grow flowers, she could’ve just easily formed them herself but Camilo claimed that he wanted to grow them on his own.” Y/N giggled quietly as Dolores started to spill all the juicy details about her brother. Y/N recalled that moment when he showed up at her house one day, a flower pot in hand which held a beautiful bloom of her favorite flowers. To this very day, it still sat on her bedroom table-growing beautifully.
“Oh! I’ll never forget the time when he begged Mirabel to help him sew. That skirt you’re wearing right now was made by him right?” Dolores questioned and Y/N quickly nodded her head. “Exactly-Oh dios mio, you should’ve seen all the needle pricks he got on his fingers! He spent days making it for you and-”
“What are you two talking about-” Camilo whispered, pursing his lip and leaning in closer to the two women. Dolores squeaked and quickly pulled away from Y/N, ignoring Camilo’s stare. Y/N chuckled and pushed Camilo back to his seat.
“Oh you know-just girl stuff.”
A fuzzy feeling still emanated in her chest after hearing all the sweet things he’d done for her. As a thank you, she pressed a light kiss on his cheek and Camilo instantly brightened up. He had no idea what was going on but he liked it.
I have no shame, anonymous thingy off, can you pls write for Cam <3 no specifics tbh I just love him
Misc. Romantic Headcanons with Camilo Madrigal
✩ Masterlist! ✩
✩ Warnings: gender-neutral reader ✩
✩ Taglist: @ban-canram ✩
✩ Length: 1.2k || Read on Ao3 ✩
✩ A/N: hey i love you and i love Camisole here you go <3 expect a part 2 soon ✩
Camilo is singlehandedly the most clingy boyfriend you’ve ever met. He refuses to let go of your hand. Doesn’t matter where you are. You’re holding his hand, and you’re gonna have to deal with it. When Cami has something he wants to show you, he laces your fingers together and pulls you along.
Kisses. Kisses all day, every day, constantly. Nose kisses, forehead kisses, kisses on the back of your hand, kisses up your arm like Gomez from Addams Family. Camilo gets the last one from his father, who does the same thing to Pepa.
Camilo’s love language is physical touch and acts of service. He makes the bed in the morning, makes you breakfast, even does some of your chores for you if he has time. At dinner, he sets a place for you next to him at the dinner table so he has an excuse to a) constantly bump your hand when he passes you stuff, and b) so he can easily press his leg against yours underneath the table.
He lets you wear his ruana!!!! He sees you shivering one day when you forgot to bring a jacket, so he slips his off and puts it on you. Cami wraps you up like a lil’ burrito <3 He also uses it as an excuse to hug you from behind.
One day, Cami finally convinces you to have a sleepover with him, so he plans the entire day with cute, couple-y things to do. The day begins with breakfast with his family, then right after he speeds through his chores, he takes you on a walk through the forests surrounding Encanto. Camilo leads you to a secluded spot where he had an entire picnic already set up, a wicker basket chock full of his tía Juliet’s arepas, empanadas, and other various snack foods she decided to pack for you two.
While you were eating, Cam notices that you had gotten food on your face; so being the little romantic devil that he is, instead of simply telling you about it, he kisses it off of your cheek. He loves how flustered you get when he does it <3
The rest of the day consists of Cami dragging you around town shopping and watching people perform in the town square. When the sun starts to set, Cam brings you back to Casita, where Isabella was waiting for him with a smirk on her face.
“You having fun, loverboy?” she teases him.
“Isa, shut the fUCK UP—”
When you actually do get to the sleepover part of your day, Camilo is all over you once he gets you inside his room. If you think he’s glued to your hip when you’re out in public together, you won’t believe how glued to you he is in private. Cam’s hands cup your cheeks when he kisses you, the pads of his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He doesn’t go past aggressive make-out sessions, however. Mostly because he doesn’t want to rush the relationship, not wanting to push your boundaries.
Camilo is so lovesick, it’s disgusting. He literally looks like a cartoon character with heart eyes. When he hasn’t seen you in a while, he pushes the food around on his plate because he’s too caught up in his own head thinking about you. Abuela thought he was sick, so she asked Julieta to cook him something but, Dolores spills the beans about his crush on you.
Now, the whole family is invested in Camilo’s crush/relationship with you. Even Casita is in on it. Whenever you come over, Casita moves the tiles so you’re now standing directly in front of Cami. Like, nose to nose, can feel his breath on your skin, kind of close. It makes Cami super duper flustered, which is a wonderful bonus. Whenever Casita does it, you simply kiss Camilo on the nose and smile at him.
Dolores tells you all about Camilo, even things he thought no one knew about. Like how his heart beats really fast when you’re around, or how his palms get really sweaty when he’s waiting for you to arrive. Or how he paces around his room at night when he’s nervous.
Dolores loves to tease her younger brother about you, elbowing him in the side with a knowing smirk. At dinners, she’ll purposely bring up embarrassing things that Cami’s done, just to see him grow flustered and hide behind his hands, pulling his hair down in front of his eyes. Specifically, embarrassing things that he’s done because you were around. One time, he saw you shopping on your own in town and he stared at you instead of looking where he was going. He ran right into a wall, causing his gift to glitch, making him look fish-eyed.
Camilo loves to entertain you with his gift! He enjoys shapeshifting into people and putting on little skits to make you laugh.
“Hey, mi vida?” he asks, his head cocked to one side.
“Who’s your favorite person?”
You didn’t even have to think about it before replying, the answer obvious. “My favorite person is you, silly.”
Cami asked you who your favorite person was so he could shift into them to use them in a skit, so he wasn’t expecting you to reply with such a sweet answer. It made him feel all soft and mushy on the inside, almost as if he was going to melt into a puddle right then and there. Camilo moves to sit on your lap, his arms wrapping around your neck. “Mmm, cariño,” he groans, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Te amo tanto, mi vida.”
He’s so genuinely in love with you it’s not even funny. In the big foyer of Casita, he’ll teach you how to dance if you don’t already know how. Even if you do know how to dance, he’ll show you new moves he’s made up recently, or he’ll just opt to sway around with you like a slow dance. Camilo stares at you unabashedly when you’re looking down at your feet as you try to match his footsteps, only looking away when you catch him staring. Once you get the hang of it, Cami’ll spin then dip you, allowing him to smirk and kiss you like the romantic he is.
It’s always either early in the morning before everyone else is awake, or later at night when the sun is setting when he dances with you. He chooses those times specifically since he loves the way the rising/setting sun washes over your pretty features. And it’s typically when most of his family is out of the house, giving you two some alone time together outside of his room.
Camilo will fall asleep in your lap sometimes when you two’re snuggling together. At first, it starts off with him resting his head on your shoulder before it eventually evolves into him sliding down enough for his head to fall into your lap. You always run your hands through his soft, curly, golden-brown hair. Whenever you do, a smile appears on his face, even when he’s sound asleep. You keep a hand free, so you’re able to trace the soft curves of his face, the pads of your fingers running back and forth over the bridge of his nose and over his eyebrows.
Y/N: Do you have a self-care routine?
Camilo: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.
camilo: that reminds me of a dream i had where i was kissing y–..
camilo: ...a girl..–
y/n, dying of laugher: uh-huh, good save.
helloooow!! Is it possible to request for a fluff camilo x fem! reader where reader has trouble sleeping and is tired always resulting her being at home most of the time. Camilo visits her so very often to show his love through cuddling with her or bringing reader small gifts even if it means camilo barging in her window often jsbdjbsshdh- (love ur works! pls stay safe always<33)
"Sleep well mi Amor" (Encanto Camilo x F! Reader)
a/n: hii! TYSM FOR THE REQUESTTT :D! this is so cute i'll try my best, hope it meets ur expectationss and GGEUBIOE TYY u stay safe as well <3
pairing: Camilo Madrigal x Sleep-deprived! Reader
summary: Camilo sneaks into your room late at night to cuddle.
theme: fluff + slight angst
pronouns: he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader
warnings: none (maybe insecure thoughts?)
word count: 1.6k
You groaned in your bed, twisting and turning, trying to find a position that’ll somehow make you feel relaxed enough to sleep. It was extremely funny the way that you were always yawning and how you had no energy but couldn’t manage to fall asleep at all.
You looked outside the window from your bed to see that it was still night, the moon shining bright. You cursed to yourself, wanting to do fun dates outside with your boyfriend, but because you were tired 24/7, you spent most of your days at home.
Camilo always visited you when you were too tired to move. You both would have deep conversations, he'll tell you about his day and rant about annoying things that get on his nerves. Sometimes he'll bring cards and board games to play. On some nights when you were lucky enough to get a thirty-minute nap, you usually hang out with Camilo in your house to do more activities like baking cookies. If you were feeling a bit more energetic, you both would walk around town, admire the scenery, and even run around until your energy was drained then you’ll have to spend the day in your house again (but this was an event that rarely happens so you keep it dear to your heart.)
You were so grateful that he understood your situation and still stuck with you but you didn't want to continue spending quality time with him just in your room. You want to spend more time with him outside, do some crazy things together like play pranks on his family and run away when they find out, explore the world together from morning until night.
Deep inside of your heart, you were scared. What if he gets bored one day and leaves you for someone way funner? Everyone knows that Camilo is an energetic boy so why would he want to spend his day with someone who can't even leave her house without feeling exhausted?
You know that thinking like this will do no good, that you shouldn't be having these thoughts. You know that Camilo loves you based on his effort and attention, but it was so hard to push these thoughts away at night, where you are alone and wide awake, not having anything to do and stuck with your own thoughts.
Your insecurities flood your head, your heart swelling as you think about how you’ll feel if Camilo, your sunshine, leaves you. You smack your head against your pillow as the pillow soaks your tears. You were about to wipe your snot with a tissue when suddenly there was a knocking sound on your window.
You snapped your head to look at the window with alert eyes, ready to smack the intruder with your tissue box when you realized that it was your amor crouching outside your window.
You rushed to the window, a smile immediately appearing on your face when you saw him. You opened the window a bit too strongly that it almost hit your walls.
“Woahhohoho, someone’s awfully excited to see me,” Camilo cheekily said, surprised by how strong you opened the window.
But his smile went away when he saw your red nose with snot drooping down, your puffy eyes with lingering tears. (He still found you so beautiful, even when you looked like that.)
“Mi princesa, why are you crying? What happened?” He used his sleeves to clean your snot which left you feeling embarrassed.
“Oh dios mio! You didn’t have to do that! Now your sleeves have my snot on it,” You half-screamed, slightly freaked out of the idea that he has your snot now.
“Please mi amor, I had worse stuff on my shirt, like Antonio’s vomit,” He shrugged.
“At least let me clean your sleeves,” You hurriedly took the tissue, wiping the wet spot on his sleeves. Camilo sits on the window, chuckling as he watches your eyebrows furrow.
'Seriously, I would do anything for this girl and she's already flustered at the fact that I cleaned a simple snot? She's so unbelievably adorable,' Camilo thought to himself.
"Anyways, why were you crying?" He asks as he lifts your chin with his finger.
"Nothing," You answered. Camilo gives you a suspicious look, one of his eyebrows arched.
"Really! It's nothing," You try to laugh it off, not daring to look him in the eyes but he softly pulls your face to look at him again.
"Nuh-uh, I know it's more than 'nothing'" He said, putting more tone on the last word.
"Urghhh how do you know me so well," You sulked, pouting your lips, "It's just something really stupid."
"Tell meeeee," He begged.
"It's just... I mean, why do you even like me? You're super energetic and I'm all just stuck in my room. You deserve someone who can go out on adventures with you," You rambled, letting out your feelings.
"Hey, hey... you know that that's not true, I feel peace in your presence when my life feels like a hectic mess. You're the one that loves me for me, and I love you for you. I wouldn't change a thing," He looked at you with eyes full of sincerity, stroking your hair behind your ear.
"I feel bad making you hang with me just in my room. I want to go to so many places with you, explore, have fun, without being exhausted," You feel the tears flowing again.
"Mi cielito, how about we try working on how to get you to rest first, m'kay? Then when you feel rested and bursting with energy, we can do everything you want! I'll be with you step by step," He pulls you into his chest.
"By the way, can you let me in? It's kinda freezing out here," He made an exaggerated 'brrrrrr'.
"Oops, my bad, please do come in, querido," You hold his hand to make sure he landed safely. There was one time he accidentally slipped and landed on his face and ever since then you hold his hand.
"Wow! You didn't slip, amazing job," You teased.
"Hey! That was a one-time thing and you know it," He exclaimed.
"Oh right, before I forgot, I brought you some tea!" He raised the bag in his hand.
"Mi madre said that it can help with insomnia," He pulled out a box of teabags.
"You go lay down on the bed okay? I'll brew you a warm cup of tea," He said.
You went to your bed, patiently waiting for him. He always brought small gifts whenever he visited, so you weren't surprised, but you always appreciated each and every single gift he got for you. It ranges from something simple as a flower to something extravagant as a handmade skirt full of details.
Soon, he entered the room with a cup of tea in his hand.
"I hope I made it just right," He said, his fingers fiddling with themselves as he watched you take a long sip.
"Wow Cami! This tastes so nice," You said, amazed. To be frank, Camilo wasn't the best at making food so you were a bit scared.
"Really? Let me try," He took a careful small sip from the tea in your hand, and his eyes turned wide, "Woah... it really does taste nice."
"Of course, I'm Camilo Madrigal after all!" He smirks proudly.
"Yes, my special chameleon," You smiled softly, taking more sips of the tea. Little did you know, his heart melted when he heard you say 'my special chameleon'.
'Oh dios mio, she said I'm hers!' He freaks out quietly.
"Hey, this tea might actually be working, I do feel a bit relaxed," You murmured, the warmth of the tea fills your body and the scent so pleasing to your nose.
Noticing that your boyfriend is just standing next to your bed, you scoot over, patting the space next to you.
"Come and sit here with me," You said, placing the tea on your bedside table.
"Say less, carino," He immediately takes up the empty space next to you, "Can we cuddle?"
"Mhmm" You hummed, already snuggling close to his chest.
You peacefully listen to the rhythm of his heart, his chest slightly going up and down, as he plays with your hair, twirling them in his fingers, while his other hand hugs you. You both stayed like this for a while, just enjoying each other's presence.
"You know, mi amor, you're not only the most beautiful and charming girl I ever saw, but you're also the most intelligent, wise, interesting, and loving girl in this whole world," He softly says.
You were about to reject what he said but before you even can get a word out, he peppers your face with kisses, and after each kiss, he'll give you a compliment.
One kiss on your forehead, "You're a one in a billion."
One kiss on your left cheek, "You're the reason why I look forward to another day."
One kiss on your right cheek, "You're amazingly breathtaking."
You were left stunned, your mind basically malfunctioning as your heart runs a thousand meters per second.
You covered your face with your hands to avoid him seeing your tomato face, as he laughs at your reaction.
"I love you so much mi vida," You whispered.
"I love you too, good night," Camilo whispered back.
You mumbled a good night back, going back to enjoying the warmth and comfort from the cuddle until eventually, you doze off.
Camilo smiled in relief when he saw you sleeping, carefully slipping out, and giving you one last kiss on the forehead.
"Sleep well mi amor," He whispered close to your ear, then left out the window.
note: IT'S A BIT CHEESY BUT NGL I really like how this one turns out!! Sorry if this took a while <3 Please do leave a like and feel free to drop a request -din
camilo, after flirting: don't you know who i am???
y/n, not looking up: yes of course i know, i just don't care
mirabel: yeahh, good luck with making them like you now
camilo, watching you walk away: i think i'm the one who fell instead
mirabel: you dumbass
carlos madrigal headcanons
Carlos was born a few minutes after Camilo and unlike his brother who had given his parents a smile once he was born, Pepa and Felix received a glare from the younger twin.
Him, Camilo, and Mirabel were close whilst growing up and would often hang out with one another.
Even though he’s the youngest, Carlos would be the one who acts as if he’s the more mature one.
“Camilo, Mirabel, don’t get yourselves into trouble.”
“We won’t, Carlito.” Eye twitching because he doesn’t like nicknames but he’ll make exceptions.
While Carlos was Carlito, Camilo is Camilito. It was cute. They matched.
Upon getting his powers, he wouldn’t be like Camilo who was eager to help the town. He had developed a dislike for the townspeople of Encanto after shunning his Tio Bruno.
He doesn’t do Camilo’s little twirl when he shifts into someone else. He just stands there menacingly. It’s a bit unnerving.
While Camilo is a theatre kid, Carlos is more of a sportsy type of kid. Often he excels in sports related activities but his lack of motivation to do anything plus his short temper makes it hard for him to play team sports.
Regularly gets into fights with boys his age because unlike Camilo, he isn’t the type to make people smile with his gift. He’s the type to create chaos.
That being said he once tried to blow out the candle for not giving Mirabel a gift.
He sticks close to Mirabel just in case someone teases her for having no gift.
He would pull a knife on them.
“Mirabel? Delivery! I gave you the “special” since you’re the only Madrigal kid with no gift. I call it the “not special” special. Since uh, since you have no gift.”
Cue a click of a pocket knife.
“You want me to remove that gut of yours, Osvaldo?”
He’s definitely Alma’s least favorite because he doesn’t help as much and doesn’t use his gift much to honor the miracle. He could care less though.
Carlos deemed that the townspeople weren’t worthy of helping after knowing about his Tio Bruno from his sister Dolores.
He would still often get mistaken for Camilo which he isn’t thrilled about no matter how much he loved his brother.
He would wear more darker colors, heavily contrasting Camilo’s bright yellows with dark or burnt oranges.
The two slits on his eyebrows weren’t intentional.
After getting into a fistfight with someone who bullied Mirabel, he had acquired a wound on his eyebrow from the impact of their punches. Which he had returned tenfold. Rather than letting Julieta heal it, he allowed it to heal naturally despite many protests.
This would later become the two slits you see on his eyebrow and a way on how to tell Camilo and him apart.
Carlos has a beauty mark on the left side of his chin next to his lower lip.
He also has heterochromia. His right eye is brown while the left eye is green.
Unlike Camilo who is more into acting and plays, Carlos is more into musical instruments and plays the tiple.
He doesn’t get into fights often but when he does he’s giving it his all. If you say some shit about his family, best watch your back.
He loves his family but he has his own way of showing it.
His voice is Camilo's Italian VA
Definitely knows about his uncle inside the walls because Dolores babbles about his Tio's telenovelas.
Cries along with Dolores when the main character rat he was rooting for gets killed off.
Probably the least pressured of the Madrigals since he could care less about helping the town.
Has the tough guy exterior going on but he does care.
Definitely gets on Alma's nerves.
After Casita gets rebuilt, he may be helpful at times.. only if he's up for it.
Still a menace.
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idk man im hyperfixating shh
˗ˏˋ CAMILO HEADCANONS ´ˎ˗
✫ ∿ if you ever leave your phone somewhere he’ll take it and spam your camera roll with cute and goofy pictures
✫ ∿ when you go to his house he’ll make up excuse for you to stay like “wanna watch a movie?” or “do you want something to eat?”
✫ ∿ he loves to let you do face masks/facials on him (he goes to sleep in the process)
✫ ∿ he has a camera and likes to take photos of you, he keeps them in a notebook with little notes like if there’s a photo of you at the beach he’ll draw a little sun and write ‘lil beach trip :D’ 😭
✫ ∿ likes to bully kids on roblox…
✫ ∿ doesn’t let ANYONE touch his hair… well maybe if it’s you but still
✫ ∿ steals julietas food with Mirabel
✫ ∿ he doesn’t fully curse, he’ll say “frick” or “heck”
✫ ∿ ALWAYS says ur mom jokes
✫ ∿ sings/dances in the shower
✫ ∿ he likes to sing when he’s by himself
✫ ∿ he likes to be the big spoon when cuddling cause he feels like you’re safe in his grasp and that nobody will be able to take you
✫ ∿ also makes deez nuts jokes (pepa gets mad at him when he does so)
✫ ∿ he’s not that short but also not that tall, y’know?
✫ ∿ mf had a fortnite phase and i know it.
✫ ∿ he’s surprisingly super smart
✫ ∿ he likes reading because when he was little pepa would always read to him
✫ ∿ he still secretly watches cartoons (he usually watches them with u)
✫ ∿ oh he’s a hopeless romantic
Can you write a camilo with a clingy girlfriend like the Isabella one you did
Camilo with a clingy girlfriend
!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!
Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader
thank you for the request <3
"Dude, I swear, your ruana is better than most blankets," Y/N said, studying the yellow material in her hands.
Camilo smirked. "Because it comes in a set with me?"
"Sure, that too," she responded mindlessly. She didn't even look up.
Y/N tightened her grip on the ruana, she pulled the boy wearing it closer. She wrapped her hands around his waist. Climbing onto his lap, she snuggled her head against his chest. Feeling the softness of his yellow piece of clothing, she let out a hum of satisfaction.
Camilo chuckled and hugged her just as tight. "Would you still cuddle with me if I stopped wearing it?"
"I don't think so, no,"
Camilo poked her side harshly.
there was something about Camilo that made you want to hug the heck out of him
you weren't normally a cuddly person, only for him
did he cast a spell on you?
maybe the candle blessed the Madrigals with this magnetic force that just made them so huggable?
whatever it was, it made you cling onto your boyfriend far more often than you intended to
sometimes you did it without thinking
you two would just be hanging out in his room, talking and next thing you know, your head is hidden in the crook of his neck, your arms are loosely wrapped around his middle and he's holding you, still talking about whatever gossip his sister introduced him to today
it's like your brain shuts down for a moment and turns back on when you're holding him and he's holding you just as close
you decide not to question it
maybe it was just girlfriend instincts kicking in? was that even a thing?
"Is this absolutely necessary?"
"No," Camilo responded. "But it's fun."
"It feels funky,"
Y/N and Camilo sat on his bed. The boy's legs sprawled just enough to fit the girl in between them. She sat cross-legged as Camilo put more of the slimey stuff on her face. He claimed this was the absolutely most efficient face mask ever. Y/N agreed to try it. But only because he promised her cuddles later.
Y/N felt shivers on her spine as the stuff on her face started leaving funny-feeling tingles on her cheeks and forehead.
"Don't move, mi vida," Camilo whispered.
Y/N rolled her eyes and decided to distract herself from the slime on her face. She scooted a little bit closer. She straightened her legs, placing them on top of Camilo's. She grabbed his ruana. Her fingers started playing mindlessly with a loose thread.
She had to satisfy herself somehow. And for now that would do, although she really wanted to lay down and use her boyfriend's chest as her pillow while feeling his hand stroking her hair.
"Done, now you gotta wait fifteen minutes,"
Y/N groaned. "Dios, what if I lack patience?"
Camilo shrugged. He wiped his hand with a small towel and lifted her legs up to get out. Y/N frowned.
But not for long.
Camilo turned away from Y/N and leaned back, resting his back against his girlfriend's stomach. She let out a muffled oof.
"Will that help?" he asked, looking up at her. He grabbed her hand and put it on his head.
Y/N scrunched her nose seeing that it was Camilo, who got to live her little cuddling fantasy but started stroking his hair nevertheless.
"A little," Y/N responded. "God, your hair is soft."
you were a grumpy cuddler, if that makes sense
like the idea of being clingy made you cringe a bit, but Camilo liked your approach to cuddles
it was funny to him because your hugs or kisses were soft and loving and they made him melt, but your face was almost identical to a face his mom made before there was a stormy cloud above her head
Camilo loved hugs too, but what he loved more was attention
so he didn't even try to hide the smug smile when you'd kiss him or hug him
his favorite were the things you did mindlessly
like grabbing his hand and rubbing his palm with your thumb when walking
like softly placing your hands on both sides of his face when he talked to count his freckles
like resting your back against his side when you read
like kissing him sweetly when you two would pass each other in town before going back to chores
yeah, he loved your approach to cuddles and affection
it made him feel superior and irresistible, but also loved and adored
"Wait, wait, wait," Camilo broke off the kiss.
Y/N looked at him with furrowed brows. "What?"
The boy licked his lips and smiled. He tucked her hair behind her ear. If she wasn't already close, he'd pull her to his chest. But Y/N loved the feeling of resting her hands on his hips while going in for a kiss, so he never really managed to pull her in as it was always her who beat him to it. He didn't complain.
"Nothing," he said. Y/N looked at him unamused. "You're just- I think I have a crush on you,"
"Camilo, if you ever break off a kiss for such a stupid joke again, I'll make Isabela hit you with a cacti,"
"Okay, got it,"
He spared no time in placing his lips back on hers.
sometimes you held his ruana when in a crowd
Mirabel joked it looked like you were on a leash
you actually found it funny, because she was right
Camilo wasn't the only Madrigal that got to enjoy your cuddles
his siblings got to experience your hugs as well
Antonio loves your piggyback rides
Dolores likes it when you do her hair
and Pepa absolutely adores giving you forehead kisses
but you're still clingy for Camilo and Camilo only
Since We First Met | Camilo Madrigal
Pairing: Camilo x fem!quiet!reader
Warnings: none that I can think
18+ people DNI
A loud sigh echoed through out the Casita.
Camilo wandered around the house for probably the sixth time that day.
No destination in mind.
Camillo was bored.
And when Camillo was bored, he made sure everyone knew.
By everyone, Dolores.
Call it a sibling thing, Camilo loved annoying his super-hearing older sister.
Either that, or he was genuinely bored and needed someone to tell him what to do and Dolores was the best person for that job.
Before another sigh could leave his lips, a door burst open.
"Camilo Madrigal, I am trying to read!"
Camilo spun on his heel to see, as expected, Dolores, annoyance written on her face.
"Oh, hey, Dolores," he began, a smirk on his face, "You know, I had no idea you were home just then."
Dolores glared at her brother, before taking a deep breath, "If you're so bored, just go outside. Try and make a friend or something."
"Hey, I have friends!" Camilo argued, only receiving an eye roll from Dolores.
"Then go see them." she whispered.
"And if I don't want to?" Camilo asked. To be honest, he really had no reason not to go outside. And no reason to annoy Dolores. But who was gonna tell Camilo otherwise?
Dolores just sighed and muttered something to the Casita, when Camilo felt a force pulling at his legs. He looked down to see the tile floors pushing at his feet.
Camilo stared at her in confusion, when he felt the wave of tiles pushing away to the door and outside the house.
"Really?" he groaned, taking a step toward the doorway, before it slammed right into his face.
You could say that it was no day to annoy Dolores.
"Casita?" Camilo asked hopefully, his expression lighting up when the door flew open, only for it to Dolores, the same pissed off expression she had since the last two seconds they saw each other.
With another obnoxiously loud sigh, Camilo left the Casita.
He began his walk through the town of Encanto, taking in all the sights he had ignored many times before, when he found a large tree.
More interestingly, the person lying under the tree.
1 hour earlier
"Y/N!" came a call from outside the door.
"Yeah," Y/N mumbled in response, barely looking up from the book she was lost in.
A gateway ticket to a whole new world, filled with magic, fantasy, romance and death, right at their finger tips, and in the comfort of their own bed.
"Have you been in there all day?" came another shout.
"No..." she mumbled, slowly closing the book, trying to get another paragraph in, when the door burst open.
"Really Y/N? I know this move has been hard on you, but you can't just avoid the reality by staying inside forever. It's been nine months."
'Books are so much more happy than the sad reality we live in,' she thought, not daring to say it out loud.
She sat up from their bed, facing her mother.
"Easier said than done." she mumbled, staring up the ceiling as if it would provide all the answers.
"Well, it's not like you've tried." she sighed, leaning against the doorframe.
Y/N sighed, looking down at her fiddling hands.
(M/N) echoed Y/N's sigh and sat down next to them on the bed, "Y/N... you will be fine here. I promise."
Y/N smiled at her mother, "Thanks mama..."
(M/N) smiled back at them, before standing up, "Now get out there! At least try and make a friend or something,"
Y/N took a deep breath, "Ok, mama, I'll try."
Y/N was quickly out of the house, their book hidden in their jacket.
She had to admit, the fresh air was better to read with than the stuffy air they were breathing in all day long.
Y/N ventured around the town, before finding a large tree.
Anyone would've just seen the tree, though 'nice tree' then moved on.
'Perfect new reading spot!'
She skipped toward the tree and sat down, her back leant against the hard wooden tree trunk.
With a peaceful sigh, she got back into the book.
Hours could've passed, when they felt someone sit down right next to them.
Y/N didn't bother looking up from the book, 'Not making that mistake again'
She figured that whoever was there would get bored soon enough and then leave.
Boy were they wrong.
"Hey," the person began, snapping Y/N away from the journey the book took them on.
"Hey," she mumbled, barely audible.
"What book you reading?"
Y/N let out a small sigh and looked up to face the person, "It's called..."
It was like the words dropped dead on her lips when they looked up at the person.
Dark brown curly hair on their head with hazel eyes that would get Y/N lost in, more than she could ever got lost in with her books.
In short, they were adorable.
"It's called...?" The person asked, a confused expression on their face as they stared at Y/N's.
Y/N quickly blinked and recomposed themselves, clearing their throat as they turned the book the other side to show them the front cover.
The person's confused expression vanished almost instantly, replaced with one of excitement, "Oh yeah, I think I've heard of that one. Is it any good?"
"Is it any good?" Y/N asked, trying to see if she heard them right.
"Yeah," they responded, naïve to what was going on inside Y/N's head.
"Buddy, it's not good. God, this is the best book you'll ever have the pleasure of reading,"
The boy smiled at how enthusiastic she was.
"Th-there's this kingdom that's like, slowly dying, so the queen sends off her daughter to get married but she's not into it, cause she thinks that the guy's only in it for the kingdom's lost power, and- oh yeah, the princess's ancestors had all these cool powers that would..."
As Y/N went on and on, they couldn't help but smile at her, and how excited she could get about a book, when she slowly trailed off and stopped talking.
"S-sorry," Y/N said quietly, "You probably didn't need to hear me go on about that."
"What?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion, "You don't have to apologize, that was adorable!"
He slapped his hands against his mouth when he heard what he said.
'Adorable? You just met them and you're calling them adorable?! Jeez, now you've scared them off. Great going Cami,'
Y/N's cheeks flushed bright red at what they had said, before she managed to stutter out a small, "It's fine,"
He smiled at Y/N, trying not to think about how 'adorable' she was, "I'm Camilo." He introduced himself with a smile, holding out his hand for her to shake.
Y/N blushed once again, before shaking his hand, "Y/N."
"Nice to meet you, Y/N," Camilo said, his warm smile still on his face, "I don't think I've seen you around here before. You just move here recently or something?"
Y/N nodded, "Well if you call nine months recently, then yeah. Me and my mum moved here just recently."
Camilo shrugged his shoulders, "I mean, it's not exactly the go to description, but it still counts,"
Y/N laughed at Camilo, who in response, just laughed back at her.
And their relationship only grew stronger from then on.
Y/N didn't make many friends (much to her mother's dismay), and she rarely got out of the house, but when she did, it'd always be to see Camilo.
Whether it was helping them with chores, going on walks, or (subtle) flirting, they'd always be together.
Of course the Madrigal family (mainly Isabela who needed some revenge) would be quick to tease him about it, asking stuff like 'When's the wedding, Cami?' and 'How's your girlfriend doing?', but with a blush on his cheeks, he'd lie and say that she was just a friend.
But he wasn't fooling anyone.
Except for Y/N, who was about as oblivious as the fly in your room that acts like they teleported inside instead of going through the window, and has no idea how to leave the room.
Of course Y/N had feelings for Camilo, but she's the shy main character, so of course she had that mindset that thinks that no one likes her.
Though that all began to change when Y/N got a visit from Mirabel.
"H-he likes me??" she asked, trying to get through her daily chores.
"Yes," Mirabel replied, trying to get through it as fast as possible, knowing that it would take Y/N a while to come around to the idea.
Y/N's hands grew sweatier as she carried around the woven laundry basket, "H-how do you know?"
Mirabel smiled at Y/N's question, "Camilo tells me everything, and anything."
Y/N just gave a confused look to Mirabel, before she huffed.
"Fine, Dolores told me."
"Well, thank goodness for that," Y/N mumbled, "But how can you two be so sure?"
"Y/N! He flirts with you everyday, he talks about you non stop, and goddamn it, Mariano wishes he could look at Dolores the way Camilo looks at you!" Mirabel explained, very passionate about the topic, "And don't even get me started on you! I see the little blushes on your cheeks whenever you see him. Oh, and let's not forget that you literally only leave your house for him!"
"Why do I feel attacked right now?" Y/N mumbled.
Mirabel shrugged, "That's love for you,"
Y/N nodded, "Thanks Mira," she smiled, before walking off.
Mirabel quickly hurried after Y/N, "Soooo, just to recap.... we've discussed that my cousin likes you, you like him back, and what are you gonna do about it?"
Y/N took a deep breath, as if she were about to say something motivational and empowering, "Ignore it until Camilo eventually forgets about me and moves on, to avoid my fear of rejection and losing him!"
"Y/N, that's... no." Mirabel sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Yes." she argued.
"Y/N I will slap that laundry out of your hands and drag you to my dumb cousin myself if you don't pull yourself together."
"Heh, right," Y/N mumbled.
10 minutes later
"You could've at least let me pick up the shirts from the ground!" Y/N argued as Mirabel dragged her toward the Casita.
"And give you an excuse to back out? Oh, you underestimate me. And there's no time to worry about that!"
"Why?" Y/N groaned.
"Because we're already here and Camilo should be coming out now!" Mirabel announced, a proud smile on her face.
Before Y/N could argue anymore, the front floor creaked open, and out came Camilo.
"Oh, hey guys," he greeted as Y/N couldn't help but notice the small hint of red on his cheeks.
Just the sight summoned swarms of butterflies in her stomach.
"Well, I'll leave you to it!" Mirabel shouted, before skipping off inside the Casita.
Her ship was sailing and she couldn't be happier.
"You good, Y/N?" Camilo asked, concern lacing his voice.
Once again, Y/N found herself getting lost in his hazel eyes, and counting his small freckles on his cheeks, that she didn't even hear Camilo speak.
"Y/N?" he repeated, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Oh, sorry, Cami."
Camilo chuckled, "You ok?"
"Mmm hmm," she hummed, before shaking her head, "No. Well yes, well I think so, maybe... yeah we're gonna go with maybe."
"What's wrong?" he asked, placing a hand on Y/N's cheek, unaware of how fast her heart was racing.
"Nothing! Nothing, I just..." with a deep breath, Y/N continued, "You know he feeling of butterflies you get when you're with some you lo- really, really feel good around? And sometimes your heart just beats super fast, and other times, you're hands get all sweaty and weird, and you're cheeks feel really hot?" Camilo nodded, a serious expression on his face as his hand moved from her face to her hand which he gripped tightly, "Well... that's how I feel... with you."
Camilo's eyes widened when Y/N continued, "I like you, Cami. Like, I 'like' like you... Y-you don't have to respond, or-"
Before Y/N could go on any further, Camilo moved his hands up to her face, cupping her cheeks, a warm smile playing on his lips, "I like you too, Y/N. Since the day we first met, I knew you were someone special."
Y/N felt her heart melt at Camilo's words, whey they closed their eyes, breaking the distance between them with their first kiss.
When they pulled apart, they stood with each other, Camilo's hands on Y/N's hips and their foreheads touching.
"You have no idea how nervous I was."
"Tell me about it..."
Y/n: What did you do?
Y/n: I'm not mad I just need to know what I'm lying to your mom about.