#camilo x you
iwannabecamiloshovel · 6 months ago
Dolores: Stressed.
Luisa: Depressed.
Camilo: Possessed.
Mirabel: Obsessed.
Isabela: Impressed.
Antonio: Chicken breast.
Everyone: ...What?
Antonio: I just wanted to join in.
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wwillowtrees · 10 months ago
Forehead touching. Forehead kisses.
camilo madrigal x gn reader | feminine aspects written, but honestly it’s not that much.
not-beta read, we die like casita.
You smiled softly, looking up from your book to see your lover. It was a quiet morning, a rare occurrence for the Madrigals as it seemed like those people could never catch a break. Their schedules usually filled to the brim with chores, not a single second for themselves, but not today.
Naturally, your boyfriend decided to spend his day with you.
“Milo?” You called out, folding the corner of the page you were reading on.
Camilo looks at you before looking back up for a moment, eyes on the rubber ball that he kept throwing at the ceiling of your room seconds before.
“Un segundo.”
With one hand, he swiftly catches it, and you feel your heart begin to swell as you see a small smile forming on his face at the impressive move.
“Need anything mi vida?” He asks, turning to face you, his gaze never leaving as he drops the small toy to his side.
He tilted his head slightly as he patiently watched you place your book on the nightstand near you.
“Mhm, affection.” You reply cheekily, crawling over to him.
Camilo chuckled, his eyes full of love as he stared at you.
“About time!” He teased, wrapping his arms around your waist as you made yourself comfortable on his lap.
You scoff.
“Dios mio, it hasn’t been that long.” You retorted, though, your actions quickly contradict your voice as you gently cupped his face. Camilo shook his head in endearment, his curly hair flowing around at the action.
“Mhm.. whatever you say.” The shapeshifter murmured, his voice slurred at the touch of your warm hands. You rolled your eyes at your lover’s antics while your boyfriend simply smiled in return.
“I,” You began, placing a soft kiss on Camilo’s lips.
“Love-“ Another kiss.
“You.” And another! Well..
Maybe more than just three, but come on now! He had such a kissable face!
How could you resist the temptation to kiss every single one of those pretty freckles that resembled the bright stars scattered across the night sky, or even that empty canvas that is his forehead which was just waiting to be painted with your lipstick, and don’t forget his cheeks too!
Besides, who was complaining? Certainly not you, nor him.
As you continue to pepper your boyfriend with your kisses, he giggled with each one, tightening his hold on you.
You ended with one last kiss to the lips, pulling away to see a lope-sided smile on Camilo’s face, his muddy green eyes shining brightly as he stared into yours.
God he was absolutely drunk on your love, and you savored every second of it.
You laughed, throwing your head back as Camilo smiled even wider at the sound of your laughter.
“You’re an absolute idiot mi amor.” You said, using two of your fingers to gently push him, his back hitting against the headboard of your bed.
“Yeah, yeah.” Camilo replied nonchalantly, grabbing your hand and pulling you close, your foreheads touching due to the lack of space.
“I love you too querida, y te amaré por siempre.”
“Woah! Have you’ve been malled by a tiger Camilo?!” Félix shouted, laughing loudly when he saw his son walk through the entrance door with lipstick all over his face.
Camilo groaned, hiding under his yellow poncho.
“Stoppppp!” He shouted, dragging out each syllable while he scurried away to his room. If he wasn’t in such a hurry, he would’ve seen the worrying rain cloud turn into a beautiful rainbow on top of his mother’s head when her husband explained what he had seen to her in full detail.
He flopped onto his bed, rolling around in hopes of getting the embarrassment off his body.
Of course he forgot to wipe off your lipstick, so enthralled by you and your stupid beauty that he forgot to think for himself! His pride!
He’ll never hear the end of it from his familia at din-
Oh dear god, he forgot about dinner.
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levithestripper · 10 months ago
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 ✩
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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.
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kattsukki · 10 months ago
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I Named Him After You!
Camilo Madrigal x Gn!Reader
Contains: Antonio being the cutest, Camilo having fun with u and your new companions
Sypnosis: Antonio gives you a rather suprising present for your anniversary.
Kat: made this based off my hcs with my friend @xdyledz ! (Ps. Will proofread when I wake up later, since it's currently 5am lol)
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"Okay Antonio, why are we here?" You asked the excited looking boy with an amused smile, curious as to why he dragged both you and your boyfriend to his room.
"I know it's your anniversary, so I got you something." He says holding what looks to be a colourful box with... holes on the top?
He gives it to Camilo and warns him to be careful as he opens it. Pulling the ribbons apart, he lifts the lid off and— oh my god.
It's the cutest sight to see. Two chameleons that sat beside eachother in the box which was in Camilo's hold.
A gasp leaves your mouth, this was the sweetest thing that's happened today, besides the things your lovely boyfriend has done of course.
You thank the little boy for doing such a sweet thing for the both of you. Kissing his cheeks and enveloping him in a little squeeze as his older brother pats him on the head with a big smile on his face as well.
"What are you gonna call yours corazón?"
"Hm, I think Cami would would suit him just fine." You say with a little smile, it really did resemble him.
"AMOR!! HELP!!" He exclaims, running towards you.
"WHAT?! WHAT IS IT!?!" You shriek, very confused and panicked as to why he's yelling.
"Alright alright! Don't yell so much." You cover his mouth for a second as you rub his hand to calm him down, already knowing that Dolores has probably muttered a "thank you" wherever she was.
But as you still try to calm him down, your face deadpans.
"It's on your head."
"It's sleeping in your hair. You idiot."
"You know, you're giving him an awful lot of attention today." Without giving him a glance, you could tell his cheeks were all puffed up from his jealous mood.
"I'm literally just feeding him amor." You snicker at his rather sour attitude, finding it quite amusing.
Stuffing a strawberry in his mouth and placing a kiss after, "Will that keep you quiet?" You coyly say, finding the dash of red on his face even funnier.
Long story short, Antonio has made you both extremely happy with his cute little gesture.
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larrythe1st · 10 months ago
camilo: come on, I wasn't that drunk last night
mirabel: you were flirting with y/n
camilo: so what? they're my partner
mirabel: you asked them if they were single
mirabel: and then cried when they said they weren't
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camileeon · 10 months ago
♦️ they/them for reader and he/him for camilo ♦️
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After day of a whole workload behind them as the weekend was there to knock them out, y/n greets casita as they walk in. The tiles clinking beneath their feet as casita moved itself to camilo's room for them to enter, sparing them the effort “Thank you casita, such a clever house you are." They praised. Y/n enters the shapeshifter's room with a sight that they never could have imagined seeing
“Camilo?” They questioned before revealing the boy in yellow with their lipstick they used everyday in hand “uh- ah- i was looking for your lip balm because you said i could use it, then i found this and assumed it was the same thing?” All that the chameleon spoke of seemed true by the sight that was seen in front of them. Y/n just sighed deeply and let out a soft laugh, they were too tired to get frustrated really. Besides if they even tried to get mad at him, they wouldn't be able to either. That's how adorable he was in their eyes.
“Oh dear, it's all over you.” they walk in to cup their cheeks and give them a smile before kissing him on the corner of his lips, it left a mark of the same shade because of wearing the same one he now wore too.
Camilo had a dazed and flustered expression as he looked at them “hm.. you're not mad mi amor? Also, can you do it again? I missed you too much you know..” he says in a admitted tone which made them chuckle “why would i get mad at this? The color suits you.” they say in a teasing manner “besides, you are too cute for the world.!” they gave him more kisses like he asked.
Another here.
Another there.
Almost everywhere.
Which resulted into the shapeshifter to absolutely melt, wrapping his arms around them tightly while his face was peppered with a reddish pink shades of their lips.
Oh what a sight to see, they held his face firmly as they finished “that enough?” they chuckled before seeing a sly smirk appear on the boy's face “yep! Now your turn!” he lifted them up to be laid on his bed before laying on top of them and gave twice as much kisses they gave him. Laying each one lovingly on their face and a little on their neck to earn butterflies in their stomach from him, starting to tickle them because of how much energy he still had to mess with them
“h-hey! T-thwis is not f-fair!!” they yelped as they let out giggles and laughter that made him smile as wide as they were “too bad princesa, i don't care.” after a few minutes of chaos, the night ended with you two having matching lipstick stains. Tangled in eachother's limbs as you both laid holding one another closely. They needed their sun and he needed his moon, all they need was one another and it was perfect.
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bandshirts-andbooks · 10 months ago
Y/N: Do you have a self-care routine?
Camilo: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.
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heyhoeudoin · 9 months ago
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
dolores: hm!
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
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movetobiimos · 11 months ago
:: lovely moments. Camilo
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── random camilo and his lovely s/o headcanons
── a/n: i blame school and music for this because my mind is like “please think of what to write…” and i havent wrote a lot of camilo stuff yk- SO THIS IS MY TIME TO DO SMTHNG ahem ahem dedicated to ahem ahem @camilosbf ahem ahem (っ^◡ ^)っ 💚
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꒰���̈꒱ camilo and his s/o will literally be the most chaotic couple power ever…like it adds up.
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ camilo would like to play pranks on them, but none of them are harmful and his s/o will join too.
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ hmm i can see camilo who’s love language is physical touch or word of affirmation. Like he wants to hear that he still can be useful even though he is a shape-shifter.
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ he loves it when his s/o hugs him by surprise because it’s cute and makes him smile. He will tease them non stop saying
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ “Miss me already? We’ve seen each other almost everyday.”
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ him and his s/o will constantly tease each other because it’s just how it is. But it is all worth it because of the creative nicknames.
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ camilo would give them flowers everyday whenever he sees them.
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ sometimes camilo would ask them for help, like his chores for example.
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ but sometimes it can get messy-
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ this is what they get for goofing around
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ his s/o knows how to get along with his family especially with maribel and dolores.
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ sometimes they would playfully say they prefer dolores over him.
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ he gets sad
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ “you know i’ll choose you all the way cariño.”
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ and this made his day because he knows that they will be there for him.
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ he admires how they take care of Antonio, whenever he sees them having so much fun he couldn’t help but join along.
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ everyone in the family will love his s/o because of the impact they put on camilo and how they love the way they interact with them. Even his parents.
꒰ᵕ̈꒱ camilo will always tell them how much they love them even if they were someone else. He is such a lovely boyfriend and him having a s/o who will always be there for him adds up to another sets of reason why he loves them smmmmm!
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wanda-maximoff-enthusiast · 10 months ago
Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader
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Summary: Despite being good friends with the incredible dress-maker Mirabel, (Y/N) doesn't wear dresses. Her boyfriend Camilo has never seen her wear a dress - until Antonio's gift ceremony.
Warnings: Small mention of blood, other than that it is legit just straight up fluff.
'Why don't you ever wear dresses, mi vida?'
(Y/N) furrowed her brows, glancing up from her book to look at her boyfriend. For the past ten minutes, Camilo had spent his time climbing a small tree near Casita, and was now hanging upside down from one of the branches.
'What?' (Y/N) questioned, sitting up straight to properly look at Camilo.
'You heard me.' He said, a smug smirk on his face, 'Why don't you wear dresses?'
(Y/N) sighed, fiddling with a few strands of her hair. Why did she not wear dresses? There were multiple small reasons, but she simply blamed it on impracticality. How was she to run around Encanto or hang from trees with her crazy boyfriend in a dress?
Breaking eye contact with Camilo and turning her gaze back to her book, she shrugged, 'I just don't like them.'
'I bet you would look beautiful in a dress.'
'Flattery isn't going to save you. Why'd you ask anyway?'
It was Camilo's turn to shrug, or at least shrug as best as one can while upside down. 'Dolores and Isabela both wear dresses. So does my mami, my Tia Julieta and my Abuela. And so does your best friend! I'm sure Mirabel would be happy to make you a dress.'
(Y/N) laughed, not looking up from her book. 'Just because I'm close with Mira doesn't mean I have to enjoy the same things as she does. Besides, if I was wearing a dress, how could I possibly keep up with you when you're running around causing havoc without tripping up?'
Camilo thought about her comment for a second before letting out an affirmative hum and a nod. 'I guess you're right.'
'Of course I'm right. I'm always right.' She claimed finally ripping her gaze from the words on her page to lean over and flick Camilo in the forehead, the surprising action startling him and making him fall to the ground.
(Y/N) sat by Mirabel's side, reciting her recent conversation with Camilo while watching her best friend's nimble fingers command her needles with ease.
Mirabel simply shrugged after hearing the whole story, her eyes still glued to her fabric. 'He's not wrong, I suppose.'
'You too?!'
'You can't blame me, (Y/N), I've never seen you in a dress. I think you'd look good in one.'
The other girl huffed, pulling her knees up to her chest to pick at the seams of her muddy trousers. Despite her obvious disapproval, (Y/N) couldn't bring herself to think Camilo and Mirabel's opinion wrong.
Her train of thought was cut off by a loud hiss coming from the girl opposite to her. Snapping her head up to look at her best friend, (Y/N) saw one of her needles abandoned on the table and a small bead of blood forming on Mirabel's finger.
Letting out a small laugh, (Y/N) stood up and started making her way to the door. 'Y'know, for somebody as trained as you are in sewing, you sure are clumsy.'
Mirabel laughed with her, yelling at her to bring an arepa as (Y/N) descended the stairs, suddenly realising how hungry she was.
(Y/N) had managed to stuff at least four arepas in her pockets before hearing faint talking from the dining area. Walking as quietly as possible, in fear of Dolores hearing, and pressing her ear to the door, she distinguished two voices she knew well.
Her boyfriend, Camilo, and her future mother-in-law, Pepa.
'Everything has to be perfect! Antonio's gift ceremony is going to be a big night!'
Of course, how could she have forgotten? Antonio was going to get his gift in only three days!
'I know mami, everything will be perfect, I promise.'
(Y/N)'s heart nearly melted at the sound of Camilo's soft tone.
'What food will there be? How many people are coming? Oh no! What is everybody going to wear!?'
Due to the sound of Pepa's frantic rambling and the faint crackle of lightning from behind the door, (Y/N) could tell the woman was getting stressed, and she could only hope that her boyfriend would be able to calm his mother down before she flooded Casita.
'Well, everyone will be dressed nicely of course! I'll wear my best ruana, I suppose (Y/N) will wear what she always wears-'
The mentioned girl backed away from the door, not offended but slightly shocked. (Y/N) will wear what she always wears, huh? Challenge accepted. Narrowing her eyes in determination, she turned and rushed up the stairs and back into Mirabel's room.
'Took you long enough, my finger is starting to-OOMPH!'
The Madrigal was cut off by her best friend shoving an arepa into her mouth, and then leaning down so they were face-to-face.
'I need you to make me a dress for Antonio's gift ceremony.'
Hearing those words coming from (Y/N) of all people almost made Mirabel choke. Hastily swallowing the tasty snack, she shot her a skeptical look. 'Camilo? Stop pretending to be (Y/N)'
'No, it's me, it's the real (Y/N). I need you to make me a dress.'
Blinking slowly to process the words she had been told, Mirabel spoke softly. 'What happened?'
(Y/N) explained the conversation she had overheard and a large grin lit up her best friend's face.
'So, will you do it?'
Mirabel reached into her drawers and pulled out a roll of measuring tape.
'Say no more.'
The night of Antonio's gift ceremony had been anticipated by not just the family, but the entire town of Encanto. Mirabel, stubborn and equally as determined as her primo's girlfriend, worked day and night to create the most glorious dress possible.
(Y/N) had sat through it all; the constant measuring, the rough designs, the fabric testing, and she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the experience as a whole.
Finally the dress was completed. It was a glorious yellow colour, to match Camilo's ruana, with a satin belt and a bow. Mirabel had intricately sewed red roses along the front for a bit more colour.*
(Y/N) had purposefully avoided Camilo all day, hiding in Isabela's room all day, with the woman's consent of course. She appreciated Isa's kindness, but the amount of colours in that room made her feel a bit ill.
Despite her excitement for her boyfriend's reaction, she was also extremely nervous. She hadn't worn a dress in years, what if she ended up looking terrible and proving herself wrong?
These negative thoughts disappeared almost immediately when (Y/N) stood in front of Mirabel's mirror, gazing at her reflection. Dolores had braided her hair for her, and a crown of roses sat on her head, courtesy of Isabela. She had put a small bit of lipgloss and mascara on, not wanting to distract from the dress.
And, oh, the dress; it was perfect. Mirabel had somehow created the most beautiful dress in the world, just for her.
And, for the first time in years, (Y/N) finally felt completely and utterly gorgeous.
Camilo stood by his sister's side, anxiously fiddling with his fingers. Where was (Y/N)? She had promised to come, and he missed her dreadfully. Was it something he said? Was it something he did?
The panicky thoughts running through Camilo's head made him want to scream, but when his girlfriend finally walked into the room with Mirabel, her mouth wide with laughter, he felt the world around him slow down once he realised her outfit choice.
(Y/N) looked perfect, absolutely perfect. He had never seen such a beautiful girl. Of course, she had always been incredible pretty, but the sight of her in a dress made Camilo's cheeks flush bright red.
Catching sight of his stares, (Y/N) bid Mirabel a farewell as she walked towards her blushing boyfriend.
'So? What do you think?'
She asked, twirling around to give him a full view of the glorious piece of clothing.
'What do I think? I think mi mami told me not to marry before I turn 18.'
He claimed, his cheeks still red, as he wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s waist and buried his face in her hair. A giggle erupted from the girl, hugging him back as tightly as she could.
'Do I look alright though? I want tonight to be special.'
Camilo pulled away, moving his hands to cup them around her face.
'Mi amor, you look gorgeous. The most gorgeous person in this whole town.'
He paused.
'Well, besides from me.'
His confident comment made (Y/N) laugh again, scrunching up her nose as her boyfriend began peppering kisses on her face. Just before he could kiss her on her smiling lips, he pulled away again, his face turning serious.
'Does this mean you'll be wearing dresses more often? Because I don't think you understand what you're doing to me right now mi vida.'
Playfully rolling her eyes, (Y/N) grabbed his collar and pressed her lips to his. That was her answer, and it was certainly good enough for Camilo.
*here's the dress:
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if you don't like it, you can always imagine something else :)
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dos-oroguitas · 10 months ago
two by two headcanons
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what i've envisioned our reader to look like but you're still free to insert and customize your looks !
masterlist !! read here -> two by two (platonic! twin! camilo madrigal)
pre two by two timeline
🐾 You were born a whole 15 minutes after Camilo did and he wouldn’t make you forget that.
🐾 Normally you wouldn’t mind but he makes this fact known almost everyday.
🐾 “I’m older so I get seconds first.”
🐾“I’m older so you listen to what I say.”
🐾 Despite being ‘older’ he wasn’t as mature as he thought himself to be.
🐾 "You're so bad, I want to give you a zero. But mami says that's mean so I'll give you a one." Probably you.
🐾 Though you try to be nice. So you just went along with it. You probably singlehandedly boosted this boy's ego.
🐾 You had cute nicknames for one another. Pain in the ass no. 1 and Pain in the ass no. 2. Though for endearing talks, you'd always either call him 'Cami' or 'Milo'.
🐾 Your parents doted on the both of you. While your Abuela Alma remained indifferent. She loved you still of course but..
🐾 You had resembled Pedro in a way. With the same smile and the same liveliness. And for that looking at you was painful.
🐾 You grew up side by side one another, and he grew protective and caring just like an older brother would.
🐾 Between the two of you, you were more sensitive than he was so each and after prank or joke he made, he made sure to apologize if he knew he took it too far.
🐾 You two would often stay up in the nursery with Mirabel, talking about what gifts you three would have when you’d come of age.
🐾 At your gift ceremony you held his hand whilst you two made you way upstairs to acquire your miracle. He had the power to shift into people while you had the power to shift into animals.
🐾 While you also gained attention from the townspeople, it wasn't as much as your older brother did.
🐾 And you hated how it made you resent your gift.
🐾 Abuela Alma put you to work, entertaining the children often with a limited list of animals you can turn to.
🐾 Nothing wild. Nothing scary. Nothing ugly in her eyes.
🐾 While your brother could do whatever he wanted. And often you'd stare, in many of your 'beautiful' animal forms, watching as your brother 'wowed and entertained the crowd.
🐾 Although you'd never say anything about it.
🐾 Both of your ruanas had the same yellows and although Camilo's had chameleons on it, you had animal tracks on your own, specifically paws.
🐾 Your miracle were especially liked by the children and you thrived in the attention you've been given just like your brother did.
🐾 Though you never did get to play with anyone. They would only admire and stare at your animal forms from afar.
🐾 You were like an object for show.
🐾 The attention you craved would be especially given attention by your older cousin, Isabela, who like you, was trapped on a pedestal.
🐾 You tell her everything. Your fears, your insecurities.
🐾 Camilo would grow jealous of your closeness. You two were siblings, you were supposed to tell him everything! Didn't you trust him?
🐾 A confrontation would occur.
🐾 "If Isabela is so good then maybe you should be her little sister instead! I wouldn't want a stupid sister like you anyway!"
🐾 "I wouldn't miss you even if you did go to Isa!"
🐾 None of what he said was true. It was mostly just him being angry and envying Isabela and yours' relationship.
🐾 He expected tears. And you gave him that. Though they weren't of sadness, rather, it was anger. Your shoulders trembled. You can't even find the words.
🐾 He didn't expect your fist to quickly rise and make contact with his nose too.
🐾 You were panting as you straddled him, delivering blow after blow as he shifted to different people whilst shielding himself with his arms from your kinda weak blows.. but he didn't tell you that.
🐾 "Te Odio! I hate you so much, Camilo!"
🐾 His eyes were wide at the use of his full name. You never called him that unless you really meant something.
🐾 He watched as Pepa and Felix held you back with you shifting to different animals, growling at him.
🐾 Eventually the commotion would be heard by Alma who quickly reprimands you for hitting your brother. And try as you explain, you were quickly shut down.
🐾 Having enough, you thrash in your parents' grasp, successfully getting out of their hold and running out of Casita.
🐾 Stupid. Stupid Camilo. Stupid Abuela.
🐾 You didn't listen as they called out for you to come back.
🐾 You would run far enough, into the thick forests just at the foot of the mountains that kept the outside world from Encanto.
🐾 You huddled under a tree, sobbing. You couldn't possibly say the things you said to Isabela to your own brother. You thought he wouldn't understand.
🐾 As your sobs died down, you were faced with the cold night and the spooky sounds of the forest you were in.
🐾 Though you wanted to return home, you didn't have the best sense of direction.
🐾 Every twist and turn confused you. You tried to track down the scent but you were getting overwhelmed.
🐾 As more time passed by, you decided that you were going to die there. Cold and alone.
🐾 Quite pessimistic but you saw no other option.
🐾 You huddled up in a tree's large overgrown roots, convinced that no one would look for you.
🐾 They had Camilo. They had your happy older brother. And as you pulled your knees to your chest, you resigned yourself to that fate.
🐾 Then you heard your name being called and frantic footsteps. You quirked a brow, watching as a lantern suddenly came to view. You peered out to see who it was, seeing your brother with a frightened expression on his face.
🐾 "Hermana, lo siento.. I didn't mean what I said!" Camilo's voice was gruff and it was most likely because apart from shouting your name, he was shouting his apologies over and over again.
🐾 "You can punch me again if you want! Just.. just come back.."
🐾 You would look at him before sniffling and crawling out of your hiding spot.
🐾 "You're an ugly crier."
🐾 He didn't even care that you had called him ugly as he quickly turned to you and engulfed you into a hug.
🐾 You melt in the warm embrace. "I thought you'd forgotten about me.." You admit quietly and Camilo would only shake his head.
🐾 "No matter where you are, hermana, even if you were on the opposite side of the world, I’ll always come and find you." With that you had smiled.
🐾 "Lo siento, hermana, you're the best little sister anyone could ask for.. I didn't mean what I said, I was just so mad that you and Isabela seemed more closer than you and I.. I'm sorry I made you cry. I promise not to be so mean anym.."
🐾 He rambles on, only stopping when your head had rested against his chest. You had fallen asleep in his arms. He had sighed. His speech long forgotten now as he adjusted you in his arms and carried you home.
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iwannabecamiloshovel · 6 months ago
Luisa: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.
Luisa: Violently practices.
Antonio: Violently studies.
Isabela: Violently shoots pictures.
Camilo: Violently sleeps.
Mirabel: Violently boxes.
Carlos: Violently murders people.
Dolores: Violently worries about the previous statement.
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wwillowtrees · 10 months ago
Stop waiting for a fairytale to take you away, don’t wait for someday.
camilo madrigal x fem reader | fluff, confessions | sorry to all my gn readers, i’ll make it up to you all soon! this idea has probably been done before, but author is a simp and they could care less d( ・ω´・+)
i recommend on listening to the song to get context :D
as always, non-beta read, we die like pedro madrigal.
Camilo quietly stared at the saplings, head tucked between his knees as he observed the plant in silence. The boy reaches out to gently touch the newly grown leaves, fascinated by its soft yet oddly rough texture.
The shapeshifter blinked in confusion as a looming shadow blocked his prize possession from its much-needed sunlight.
“It’s going to burn into a crisp if you don’t bring it inside.” Isabella scoffed, leaning down to take the pot that served as a home for the growing flowers, blatantly ignoring her cousin’s protests.
“Ai callate-!” He yelps when he feels a vine smack his left shoulder. He turns to glare at the vicious plant while it simply slithered away.
He huffed, rubbing his shoulder as he moved his eyes to watch his oldest cousin placing the saplings on the ground. The woman smiled upon the magical house known as casita, who happily moved the flower pot to a nearby window sill.
“Carnations need 4 to 6 hours of sunlight, not a whole cook-out.” Isabella states, moving her hand in a circular motion as flowers began to bloom around Camilo.
“How did you know-“ Isabella sent him a dead stare, an eyebrow raised in amusement. Camilo mentally slapped himself for his idiocy.
“Oh, cierto, your gift.” The boy murmured, picking a flower off the ground in pure curiosity. He twirled it around with his calloused fingers as he inspected it.
“These are new, what do they mean?” Camilo asks, holding it out to Isabella. He tilts his head in confusion as the woman in question stifles a laugh.
“Those are Geraniums, they mean stupidity.”
Isabella cackled in response, hunching down at the sound of Camilo’s annoyed grumbles.
“Espera, it’s my turn to ask the questions!” She wheezed out, straightening her back as she flipped her hair to the side.
“I don’t want to hear another word.” Camilo muttered, throwing the flower at his cousin.
“Oh please, you tease me all the time.” The woman rolled her eyes at his antics, watching Camilo stand up from his spot “Now, mind telling me who you’re confessing to?”
Camilo coughed, pounding a fist on his chest as he nervously chuckled.
“I don’t know what you mean-“
“You and I both know what I mean mi primo.” Isabella retaliated, pointing to the saplings that gently swayed with the summer breeze. Look closely enough, and one will see a red bud beginning to bloom right before them.
Red Carnations, they symbolized pure love and affection.
“Well, it’s none of your business.” Camilo sassed, walking past his cousin. However, before he could enter the door, a hand on his chest makes him pause in his tracks.
“Don’t be a fool, tell her you think she’s cool.” Isabella interrupted, slightly turning her head towards the younger.
“This girl is clearly different if you aren’t even asking me to grow these flowers for you.” Isabella muttered, letting her hand fall to her side. He stayed silent, listening intently as Isabella placed a hand on her hip.
“Don’t be afraid, dreams aren’t found Camilo, or even foretold by tío Bruno,” She told, staring off to the sun that nestled behind the white clouds.
“They’re made.” Camilo’s breath hitched at her words.
“You’ve only got one chance kid, make it worth while.” She pats him on the shoulder before heading off to where she heard her mother call her name.
Curse his prima.
“Watch out!” The shapeshifter shouted, turning into a small child to dodge the townsfolk in his path.
He frantically looked down to see the saplings still intact, the plants bouncing up and down due to the speed he was going at.
Sighing in relief, the teenager continued to march his way through the crowd, eyes wide for a certain girl.
“Camilo?” There it was, your melodic voice. He skidded in his tracks, shapeshifting back into himself before he turned to you.
“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Camilo exclaimed, his voice exasperated from all the running.
“I could tell.” You teased, smiling at him lovingly. Camilo chuckled nervously, fixing his posture.
Was his heart racing due to the running? Or was it because of your presence, he wasn’t so sure. Whatever the reason is, he feels like he could run for miles with how much energy your smile gave him.
“What’s that?” You pointedly ask, eyes on the flower pot he was holding. He bit his bottom lip, swiftly moving the pot behind him.
“I’ll get to that, but first let’s go somewhere private, hm?”
He watched as you furrow your eyebrows in suspicion, growing anxious at the fact you might say no. Though his worries were washed away like a tidal wave as you nodded your head slowly.
“I just might know a place.”
You’ve only got one chance.
Camilo took a deep breath as he followed you out of town. The boy looked around, enthralled by the natural beauty around him.
“We’re almost there!” You shout, jumping over the jagged rocks that crossed your path.
His gaze landed back on you, the grip on his pot tightening.
He really was about to do this wasn’t he? You two have been friends for nearly 2 years now, and within that span of time he fell for you deep.
He was cautious at first, all the meaningless winks and flirty remarks he shared with other girls were pointless when it came to you.
Every time he shared a laugh with you, every time you held his hand, every time you said his name with so much happiness laced in your tone, made his heart flutter each time.
Hell, even by just hearing your name in a conversation is able to make him smile wide.
He couldn’t help but gravitate towards you, something about your presence made it so addictive that he wanted a taste each time he hung out with you.
And when he saw you, giving him a hand-made chameleon plush with a shy smile on his 14th birthday, he just knew he couldn’t live without you by his side.
You were the sunshine that gave the light to his sunflower. He sighed, looking down at his still-growing Carnations.
Dios mio, he was absolutely hopeless.
“Anddd, this is our stop.”
He looked up to see where he was, eyes widening when he realized this was the same place where you took him to on his birthday.
He looked around for a bit, reminiscing the times when the two of you would run around the grassy fields till the day sets.
Laying on one the many flower patches that covered the area as you told stories to one another, still full of energy even after all the running and chasing.
“I’m guessing you still remember?” You say, eyes still on the enchanting environment around the two of you.
He scoffed, almost offended at your sentence.
“How could I ever forget?”
You hummed, standing on the soles of your feet. You turn to face him, nudging your head to the pot he held.
“Mind explaining what you got there parcero?”
This was it.
“Yeah.” Camilo said, shaking his sandals to get the nerves off his body.
“Princesa, there’s been something I’ve been meaning the tell you.”
You raised an eyebrow, puckering up your lips as a sign for him to continue.
“I like you, and not in a way that friends do.” Camilo said, his shoulders tensing at the words he plans to say next.
“Ever since I’ve met you I’ve been enchanted by your beauty, your energy, your- well everything!” He cringed slightly, hating how he stumbled on his own words.
“And- I know most guys would probably give out a bouquet right about now, and I should’ve prepared better to be honest with you.” He chuckled, holding out the flower pot to you.
“But if you’re willing, do you want to you take care of these flowers until they fully bloom with me?”
You’ve only got one chance.
You stood there, mouth agape in shock as you look down at the saplings that stare happily back at you.
“Are these Carnations?”
“Sí, red ones at that! They symbolize love and-“ He closes his mouth quick when he noticed you moving to go grab the pot out of his grasp.
He looks at you anxiously, waiting for your response. He freezes at the sight of tears brimming around the rim of your wrinkled eyes due to the wide smile you wore.
You sniffled, giggling slightly as you caressed the clay pot with your thumb, holding it with so much gentleness as if it would break within the moment it touches your hand.
“I’d love to take care of these flowers with you Camilo.”
“Really?!” His eyes lit up in excitement, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You nod enthusiastically at him.
Holy sh-
“Oh! One second.”
He turns around, pumping his fists in the air as he celebrated his small victory, screaming at the top of his lungs. You bark out a laugh, clutching the pot in you hands as you shook your head in amusement.
He swiftly faces you once more, eyes glimmering in excitement.
“May I mi sol?”
You scoffed, gripping his collar with one hand and pulling him in.
“Do you even need to ask mi girasol?” You teased, leaning in slightly.
Kiss her you fool.
A bud of a red Carnation sprouted that day.
girasol means sunflower- or so that’s what i’ve learned from my untrustworthy partner: google translate ;)
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carlosfruitsnacks · 9 months ago
Camilo: [pokes your eye] babe, babe, are you awake?
You: [opens one eye]
Camilo: okay, uh, while we were sleeping...
You: ???
Camilo: [voice breaking] you pushed my leg off of you
You: wha-
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luvrcami · 9 months ago
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✫ ∿ 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
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larrythe1st · 10 months ago
y/n: we need to distract these guys
camilo: leave it to me
camilo: centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. discuss.
julieta, pepa, and bruno: *immediately begin arguing*
mirabel, watching in horror: oh this. I don't like this. I don't like this at all.
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