#camilo fics

Inspired by the Book of Life.

You and Camilo were inseparable for as long as the two of you can remember though a fateful accident and an angry father would tear the two of you apart. Camilo vows wait for you. No matter how long it takes.

masterlist !! part 2

“(Name)! Camilo!” A frustrated and angry scream had echoed on the streets of Encanto.

It was a common occurrence for the people of Encanto to hear one name after the other being yelled out followed by children’s laughter. Everyone had been used to it by now, shaking their heads as two familiar eight year old's had run by, hand in hand with one another.

The perpetrators? The trickster pair of Encanto, the infamous Camilo Madrigal and you, (Name) Castillo, the only daughter of the town’s revered tradesman as well as widower, Ignacio Castillo. The two of you had ruled the streets of Encanto with your pranks and jokes. It was an unlikely duo to be sure. Most thought of you as an angelic little girl who could do no wrong, unbeknownst to the people of Encanto, you were a menace. Maybe even worse than Camilo Madrigal whose infamy preceded his good deeds.

You two were inseparable, often being found side by side with one another. Many knew of the bond the two of you had. There was no Camilo without (Name), and there was no (Name) without Camilo.

“C’mon, (Name)!” Camilo exclaims as he pulls you to the townsquare, intent on losing the angry baker whose face was red with anger and covered with flour, chasing the two of you.

It would have been a normal occurrence had Camilo not been distracted by you. It was no secret that he had admired you, and as an eight year old boy, he thought nothing of it. Just some silly little crush that made butterflies flutter in his tummy. Just some silly crush that would have him awake all night thinking of that smile on your face. Just some silly little crush.. right? His freckled cheeks reddened as he tightened his hand on yours, giving it a squeeze as he looked back at your smiling face.

Your eyes were squeezed shut as you had laughed before your happy face had turned into one of horror and he felt you tug on his hand.

“¡Estar atento! Camilo, look out!” Before he could react he could feel himself crash into someone, ruana snagging onto a particular sharp corner of one of the milk crates in the farmer’s hands, pulling you with him and you had recognized the shouts of alarm from the local dairy farmer. Crates of precious bottled milk came toppling over and the milk had soaked the once dried path.

The aftermath was not a good one. You were both on the ground, reeling from the collision. Camilo groaned in pain, holding his head before a soft wince had caught his attention. He immediately sat up, ignoring his blurred vision, his now ruined ruana, and the pounding of his head.

“¿Estás bien, (Name)?!” The shapeshifter was by your side, helping you sit up. He grimaced at the sight before him but all he could focus on was you who gave him a toothy grin, ignoring your own pain to answer the worried boy.

“I’m alright, Camilo.” You reassure but before you can say anything more, a familiar and stern bark had made you stiffen up, freezing in Camilo’s embrace. “Oh no..” You had pursed your lips, glancing at the milk crates with the familiar brand that was embedded on the wooden grain.

‘Comercio de Castillo’ greeted your eyes and you knew you were doomed. Your father’s trade supplies. The whole lot of it now pooled underneath your sandals.

“(Name) Elena Mendoza Castillo!” You had paled, looking up to see your furious father. If he could have steam coming out of his ears you were sure he would have had it already. You hadn’t seen your father this angry before and you scrambled to stand up, grasping onto your now ruined dress that was stained with mud and milk. Shame filled you as a crowd had started to form, whispers and murmurs of gossipers filled your ears as they tried to see what had gone down.

“Papa..” You start weakly, unable to meet your father’s eyes. “Papá, Lo siento, we were just—“

“No, (Name), ¡He tenido suficiente! I have had enough!” He was red in the face. So red it put Isabela’s roses to shame.

“Señor, (Name) didn’t do anything,” Camilo starts weakly. Although he himself was afraid, he didn’t dare show it, mustering up the courage to stand between you and your father. Ignacio’s eyes softened for a moment but had hardened once more once he saw the bruises that appeared as the result of your painful collision with the crates and he shook his head. For a moment you were sure he’d just sigh again like always and then let you off but today was different. Today, it seemed like he had enough. “I was the one who bumped into the milk crates, please don’t be angry, Señor. I’m sure my abuela can do something about the–”

“No.” Ignacio was stone-faced, his tone firm as if he had settled upon something in his mind. He had ignored Camilo’s attempts of calming him down. “Tienes que parar. This has to stop. For too long I have been patient with you, mija. But no more.”

“Papa? What do you mean?” Clueless and dreading the worst, you ask.

“You are to leave Encanto. No longer am I putting up with this.. This reckless behavior. You are to attend boarding school in the city. I am no longer tolerating this behavior, (Name). Either you learn to become proper or you do not return at all.”

Camilo’s eyes widened. You? Leave? He immediately whipped his head to turn to you, your lower lip quivering as you burst into tears. Though there was little he could do as your father had swiftly picked you up in his arms, giving Camilo a look that the boy was unable to read before he marched to the direction of your home, your fists hitting the older man’s back as you sobbed and tried to reach out for Camilo.

You weren’t seen in town for days after that. Even as he waited upon your front gates with an apology he had practiced for a long while. The accident was relaid to his family and he had an earful of scolding from his mama, cautioning him of playing with you for a while as they heard of Ignacio’s scolding. The whole town had known what had gone down for rumors spread fast in a town as little as Encanto. Though that did not deter him. Everyday he had waited on the gates of your home. And everyday he would be disappointed as there was no sight of you. Today was different though, armed with flowers he had yanked from Isabela’s room, a basket of arepas from his Tia Julieta, and a chameleon stuffed toy he had made with the help of his mother, he had made his way to your home again. Only to find there was a horse-drawn carriage in front of your home.

It was only then he had spotted you, tears still streaming down your face as your father had knelt down, saying something he couldn’t quite hear. He could only make sense of a few words.

‘I’m sorry.. for your own good.. mother.. I don’t want you to end up.. same as her..”

You turn away from an apologetic Ignacio who had only sighed and gently embraced you before you had wriggled out of his grasp, clutching onto your dress as you made your way towards the carriage, not even noticing that Camilo had stood there until he said something.

“(Name)?”

You turned to look at him.

“Camilo..” Trying to wipe away the onslaught of tears that didn’t seem to stop no matter how much you rubbed, you caught his clueless gaze, smiling weakly as you spoke.

“I have to go.” The whisper made Camilo swallow thickly. “Papá wants me to learn how to be more proper.. how to be more ladylike..” He saw you grimace and stick your tongue out in distaste and if it weren’t for your departure, he would’ve laughed. He heard you sniffle before he felt you gently touching the ruana he wore. It was still ripped from the incident a few days ago.

Although he would want nothing more for you to stay, your father’s words, like his abuela Alma’s, was law. He nodded before gently pulling out the yellow chameleon stuffed toy that he had made. It wasn’t the most proper looking stuffed toy. It had mismatched stitching with different colored threads, buttons for eyes differing in size, but its eye colors had resembled Camilo’s.

You gasped as he gave it to you with a sheepish smile. “I figured, you needed a little part of town to go with you.” You held the stuffed toy close.

“Thank you, Camilo.” You murmur softly before you gently rummaged through the pile of leather chests, pulling out a white box with a yellow ribbon on it and handing it to him.

“This is to make up for ruining your ruana.”

Camilo parted his lips to say something, only to be interrupted by the coachman that took his place in front of the carriage. “Señorita Castillo. It’s time to leave.”

You purse your lips, glancing at Camilo briefly. “I have to go. Don’t forget me, okay?” You rushed past him, entering the carriage as you struggled to keep the tears at bay. Settling yourself on the soft cushions of the carriage seats, you held the stuffed toy close, intent on naming him Amarillo. Yellow as the sun that reminded you of the Madrigal boy.

Said curly haired boy had watched as you disappeared in the carriage, placing the box on the ground and carefully opening it up to reveal a yellow ruana with dark yellow stripes and chameleons embroidered on it. His eyes widened and he smiled, holding the ruana close to his chest, only then noticing the note that accompanied it.

‘If you see someone without a smile on their face, give them one of yours.’ And beside it was your name in delicate cursive swirls. ‘(Name)’

The carriage you sat in had moved, making you jerk forward and hold onto the stuffed toy tighter. Tears threatened to flow down your cheeks as you curled up against the walls of the carriage. You pulled your knees to your chest, trembling.

“(Name)..!” A shout had brought you out of your somber thoughts and you peered out the window to see Camilo running alongside your carriage. “When you come back, I’ll be sure to make you smile everyday!”

A smile graced your lips as you watched him run whilst holding his ruana close until he could run no longer. You sat back on your seat, clutching the stuffed chameleon close, a part of you knowing that you would return to the magical town of Encanto one day. And the thought comforted you. No longer did the tears come as someday you knew you would reunite with Camilo again.

Camilo still ran, his little legs burning as he tried in vain to catch up, only stopping when your carriage had left his sight and had left the town. He had sworn on that very moment that he would wait for you for however long it takes and would do right to ensure his promise to you would be fulfilled.

“I will wait for you.” He says, a look of determination on his features as he slipped the ruana on himself, smiling fondly.

For as long as it takes.

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Camilo with a shy, sweet girlfriend

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

thank you for the request <3

this is my 50th post!

MASTERLIST

“Well, that’s surprising,” Mirabel said, fixing her glasses just to make sure she wasn’t imagining things.

Dolores squeaked next to her. Her hands close to her chest.

“How on earth did he manage..?” Isabela trailed off, she looked at Luisa. The taller sister just shrugged, not knowing the answer either.

The four Madrigal girls observed the scene unfolding before them.

Camilo with his back resting against Y/N’s side as they both sat on the stone wall. He was telling her some sort of a story as she fiddled with the thread and needle, trying to fix his ruana.

It was surprising to his cousins and sister. See, Y/N was a good girl. A little shy, but sweet. Helped around the village a lot. Usually could be spotted by the food stall, helping Julieta with handing out the food for the injured. She was quite an angel.

And you know who wasn’t one?

Camilo.

That was why the girls wondered how on earth did he get Y/N to be in his presence without grimacing or nervous smiles that indicated she wanted to leave. In fact, she seemed quite comfortable with him so close, like she didn’t mind him there at all. Did he bribe her or something?

And then something happened that made the girls widen their eyes that they looked like plates.

Pairing → Camilo x GN!Reader

Genre → Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Warning → Just some Camilo angst I thought of before sleeping🙂

Word count → 1.2K

Summary → Camilo's gift has a side effect were he could forgets who he is if he used his gift too much, and it looks like it's taking a lot out of him but you're there to help him through his identity crisis

Inspired by this and this

DNI If you're 18+

It was yet another day in Encanto and it looked like the madrigals has more chores than usual, and that explains the sort of cloudy weather. You too were busy with your own chores helping your family with the store you owned, that was until you spotted a certain curly haired boy helping around. You decide to go greet your boyfriend Camilo since you were too busy this morning to meet him like you usually do and it looked like he was just as busy if not more. "Hey Camilo!" You say as you approach him but surprisingly he doesn't turn around to look at you but you are sure you're close enough for him to hear you "Camilo?" You call out again but still no reaction, you then tap his shoulder lightly making him jump and shapeshift into multiple people before turning back.

fandom : encanto

pairing : camilo x reader

warnings : none, except fluff

a/n : @bokubooo happy birthday my boo <3

“please camilo —“

“no! i already gave my answer mirabel, there’s no use in trying to convince me”

“but —“

“blah blah blah”

camilo stick out his tongue in a nonchalant expression. making mirabel groaned in frustration, why won’t he help her? she just need him to shapeshift into her for a little while but he keeps refusing saying that he has loads of work to do tomorrow.

with that being said, the brown haired boy took another bite of arepas made by his aunt. and the side of mirabel’s face flops to the table, utterly hopeless and lost.

right now mirabel is starting to regret the decision of asking you to meet up tomorrow. only if she didn’t have to go helped her mother out.

mirabel sighed dismally at the thought of having to go apologise you and says she can’t come anymore. she doesn’t really want to break the promise although camilo’s not helping at all — like sure everyone can be busy at times but can’t he just help her a little? it’s only for some hours —

unless…

“there’s one thing i haven’t told you about” mirabel quickly lift her head up suddenly. camilo quirked an eyebrow at her before gave her a nod as a gesture to go on, glass in his hand as he sips some water.

“it’s y/n who i asked you to meet tomorrow”

a violent choke and a spatter of water slipped from camilo’s mouth at your name. and mirabel smirked knowingly while watching her cousin struggle to keep his cool. looks like her guess about camilo’s crush on you is true.

“but oh well, what a bummer that you’re super busy tomorrow. looks like i gotta turn her down about the plans —“

“uh actually — if it’s only for some hours i might be able to spare a little time”

got ya.

“if you say sooooooo. the meeting time is at 10 o’clock, good luck!”

the girl got up from her seat and swiftly paced out of the room, just in case if he changes his mind. slamming the kitchen door shut as she went.

and that’s how the brown haired boy got left alone, head in his hands and mind pondering, will he be okay tomorrow??

camilo found himself playing with his fingers mindlessly, waiting for your arrival. he legit comes 15 minutes early, just to make sure he won’t be late and end up embarrassed himself.

heaving a sigh, he leaned his back against the bench he’s sitting in. it was just outside the local store where parents often come to. wait why is he thinking of these things suddenly? perhaps he’s nervous? maybe. maybe not he’s —

“boo”

a voice softly called out of nowhere. making him jumped in surprise and twisted around to see you. giggling with the brightest smile he ever saw.

“gotcha good mirabel! did i make you wait long?” you asked, also reminding camilo that he’s mirabel right now. not camilo.

he gently shook his head in return, trying to smile as natural as possible, “nah not at all, i’ve just arrived, too”

you crossed your arms while giving him a suspicious look, then it turned into a hearty laugh.

“alright, alright. should we go now then? ooo this gonna be fun — let’s go let’s go!” you excitedly exclaimed, grabbing his hand and slightly tugged him forward.

he really did have lots of fun, smiling and laughing while talking about thousands millions things, cracking tons of jokes along the way. from trying new fashions or putting on weird glasses just to laugh at each other’s face. dancing merrily to the dulcet but jolly local street’s music. trying to keep quiet in a library but utterly failed that the librarian have to shoo you two away, he seemed furious about it. “don’t ever come again” mimicked the silly voice and face + gesture by camilo, it ended up look hilarious in an odd way. but alas, the day have to end as you and him strayed to the river side, watching the sun sets beautifully across the sky. which was tinged with orange-pink colours, it’s getting late now.

you gave him a smile and a wave when you’re some meters away, knowing you’d meet him — mirabel again tomorrow. he returned the favor, but the smile almost immediately disappear when you turned around. because for him it feels like this will be the last time.

ridiculous. he just need to grab all the courage he’s got and talk to you. that way there will be more possibilities. yes.

no. no he can’t — what if you don’t like him back? how about he keeps seeing you in secret like this for a bit more, disguised as mirabel? so you could know him better, and him vice versa. isn’t that a great idea? sure let’s do it.

this keep going for a week, weeks turned to months. you do noticed about the little changes and differences when you look closely, of course you do. but you choose to not say anything, only keep it as self’s suspicions.

until one day…

“mirabel! let’s meet again later tonight in our secret meet spot, there’s something i want to ask you about” you announced to your close friend, mirabel.

she blinked while give you a puzzled look, “what secret place?”

this time it’s your turn to be surprise. “that place. the one we often meet, don’t you remember?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” she protested, scrunching up her nose as she try to recall. although not a single memory comes up.

“it can’t be —“ that’s the moment you realised. now it all clicked… if it’s not her; then the only person who can transform into someone else, the one and only, camilo.

“y/n… you alright?” mirabel asked, touching your shoulder with concerns.

“it’s camilo, isn’t it?” you testified. catching mirabel’s wide eyes and flustered attitude. before shot her a look to spilled out everything. mirabel then sighed in defeat and told you the truth, under a fact that she really has no idea camilo kept seeing you after that day.

you listened, completely indulged by the new cognition. and when she finished, you impart her one last question and a favor.

“then, tonight. please tell him to meet me at our usual spot. don’t worry, he’ll know what i meant”

so that’s how it is. you sat in the middle of a meadow, full of variety colours of beautiful flowers. a special secret place that with only small group of people know, camilo found it first and is the one who introduced you to it.

although the way here might not be so pleasant, for it’s some distance into the forest; especially if it’s dark. like around this time. but it really worth it though, you can open-heartedly confirm on that one.

a rustle of grass behind you snapped you back from your thoughts, and you whipped around, to see him. camilo looks down at his feet while he hold his fingers in a light grip in front.

“camilo” you began, voice calm. even though it still make camilo shrunken at the sound of you voice.

before you could asked him the question he’s been scared to answer. he interrupted first saying, “you found out. i know, i’ve heard from mirabel already. i’m so sorry y/n, i didn’t mean it to turn out like this. i only wanted to see you and talk to you like i’m someone close to you because…” he paused, gulping and took a deep breath to brace himself for the next line.

“because i like you y/n. a lot. ever since the first day we met. you’re always so kind and i can’t help feeling warm and fuzzy everytime you’re around. at first i thought i only liked you as a friend, turns out it’s something much more deeper than that. and it’s love, i guess…” camilo trailed off, his ears and cheeks are dusted reddish pink colour.

you were speechless. stunned and in complete shocked by his words. did he just… confess?

“but it’s totally alright if you don’t feel the same. that’s totally understandable and i’m sorry. i —“

camilo got interrupted by a pair of arms wrapped around his torso, it took him a moment to realized that it’s you.

“i like you too camilo, all along. i just have never been brave enough to tell you. thank you camilo, you’ve no idea how glad i am to hear that” you let your emotions overcome and say everything you’ve stored since long ago.

camilo returned your hug. feeling exactly the same.

and you two stayed there for some minutes, no words exchanged. just two people relish into each other’s presence. until you pulled back to cupped his face in your hands. warm smile splayed and eyes dried happy tears.

“i know this might sound a bit cheesy but… i love you camilo”

a tender sweet kiss on your lips is enough answer you needed. the moon is grinning and the stars aglow as if they were congratulating to the new pair of lovers.

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Camilo x fem!reader

C: he/him

Yn: she/her

Request by:@boba-tea-camilo

I loved to write this request! It was so cuteee

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"Camiii"

"What?" he murmured smelling your hair.

You were in his bed. He was hugging you from behind and had his head resting on your hair.

"You tried to let go but he hugged you tighter.

"5 more minutes"

You sighed and settled into his embrace.

"Alright...just 5 minutes"

Hours passed and you fell asleep in each other's arms. Yn used Camilo's chest as a pillow.

When Pepa came in to call you to dinner she saw you two looking so adorable that she left dinner in the room for later

When you woke up you found yourself in Camilo's arms, you turned to look at him and started playing with one of his locks of hair.

"You are so adorable" you murmured kissing his nose.

Then you remembered that you should have helped your mother, and that she was probably worried.

You started shaking Camilo to wake him up.

"Hey! Cami wake up!" You said quietly.

The sun opened one eye, saw you, and closed it again.

"What's wrong?" he asked yawning "go back to sleep it's late" He said opening his arms to get you settled.

"I didn't go to help my mother! She'll be angry and worried, maybe she doesn't know I'm here either."

"I'm sure my mother told her. Besides you have like 200 siblings who can help your mother."

"I have 8 siblings."

"Well it's about the same, go back to sleep honey don't worry."

You sighed distrustfully

"If you say so..." you went back to settling back into his arms.

He brought his nose to your hair, he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

The next morning when Camilo woke up and looked out the window, it must have been early because he didn't hear anyone outside, Camilo yawned and closed his eyes again but realized you weren't there. He quickly sat up and looked around in fright. On his bedside table was a note that he quickly picked up and began to read.

"Dear Cami, I had to go home now. I had promised my father that I would help him with some errands.

Love,

Yn"

Camilo sighed in relief and pressed the note to his chest, as if he could hear you say it with your own voice

"Ay Yn...You don't know how much I love you" Camilo murmured.

He dreamed every day of your wedding, he imagined his future with you by his side.

Camilo stayed a few hours staring at the ceiling. Just thinking about you.

"Someday she'll be called Yn Madrigal, I'm sure" Camilo murmured closing his eyes.

"Sure?" an evil voice said in his mind "what if she goes with someone else? If she rejects you what will you do?"

Camilo opened his eyes.

He had never thought of that possibility.

He sat up slowly in shock.

He was deep in thought when someone opened the door.

"Hey sobrino we have to go to breakfast or Pep-" Bruno shut up when he saw that Camilo wasn't looking at him.

"Camilo...?"

Camilo stood up

"You have to help me."

"What?"

In a couple of minutes Camilo and Bruno were already in their room sitting on the floor.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

Bruno sighed and closed his eyes to concentrate.

"Hold my hands better."

Camilo took them impatiently

Green smoke surrounded the two. Camilo got a little scared

"Easy just watch the smoke and the green lights. There you will see if Yn and you-Well you know what I mean."

Camilo nodded and fixed his eyes forward trying to recognize the figures.

"I see...I see someone..." he took a better look "It's a girl, Yn!"

He saw you talking to a small boy, about 5 years old.

"Who's that?" Camilo stood up and approached. Camilo got a better look at the boy. You could tell he was a clone of Camilo, they were absolutely the same.

Camilo listened as Yn said something.

"Carlos! I told you NOT to touch your sister Luz's clothes!"

Carlos looked at the ground

"I'm sorry."

Yn sighed and grabbed his hand.

"Don’t worry amor, let's get ready for your ceremony!"

Carlos brightened up and shook Yn's hand.

"Mom! What gift do you think I'm going to have?"

"I don't know hijo. Now go with your father and get your hair done."

The vision stopped. The green smoke disappeared and left Camilo bewildered.

"What happened?! Why can't I see anymore?"

Bruno picked up a green glass tablet and showed it to Camilo.

"We can't stay like this all day! Well at least we know everything is going to be okay for Yn and you!"

Camilo took the tablet and looked at what was there.

It showed Camilo and Yn playing with two little boys. An 8 year old girl and a 5 year old boy, that had to be Carlos and Luz.

Camilo pressed the vision against his chest.

"Thank you uncle Bruno. You're the best."

"You're welcome."

❤️TIME SKIP ❤️

In the evening Yn went to spend the night with Camilo.

Yn knocked on Camilo's door.

Casita opened the door and pushed Yn on top of Camilo.

"Wow Casita, que romántica” Yn laughed but didn't break away from Camilo. She settled more into his arms.

"How was your day cariño?" asked Yn.

Camilo was quiet for a few seconds as he played with Yn's hair. He couldn't stop thinking about the vision.

"Good."

"But my future is going to be much better" he murmured.

"What?"

About a day ago, your best friend, the Camilo Madrigal declared that he'll learn a magic trick that will surprise you (not involving his gift ofc), and you, as the oh-so-supportive best friend you are, laughed at his antics and just shook your head.

"What? You don't think I could do it?" He grinned at you, "Guess I'll just have to prove you wrong, Cariño."

"Oh? I'd like to see you try, Hermoso." You gave a shit-eating grin, because there's no way in hell you're backing down even if you can feel your cheeks burning.

Well, that was yesterday. Now you're just waiting for Camilo at your usual spot under a tree, and oh was he late. You started staring at the clouds as memories of Camilo came flooding in, you couldn't stop the smile forming on your face as you remembered your first meeting with the shapeshifter.

"Excuse you, I got here first!" Your 7-year-old Self stomped your foot at the boy infront of you.

He shapeshifted into you and just laughed, "Guess we both got here first, well you know because I'm you now." He was expecting you to throw another tantrum but was shocked to hear you laughing instead.

"I guess you're right, that was smart. It caught me off-guard." You composed yourself as you wiped a tear from your eye from laughing. "I'm Y/N by the way."

He smiled as he held out his hand, "And I'm-"

"Camilo Madrigal." You cut him off and smiled as you shook his hand. "Everybody knows you."

Ever since then, you and Camilo have been hanging out everyday. You got to know parts of him that nobody else knew, and before you knew it... you were inlove with the shapeshifter but never did you once consider telling him how you feel. You never wanted to risk what both of you had, you never wanted to risk losing Camilo.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?" You snapped out of your thoughts as you saw Camilo waving his hand infront of you, chuckling. "Geez, Cariño I thought you were sleeping with your eyes open or something."

You playfully rolled your eyes and giggled, "And care to tell me why you're late, Hermoso?"

"What, can't a guy make his hair fabulous?" He jokingly bounced his curls as he held out his hand, motioning for you to stand up.

You gave him a questioning look as you took it, "Okay pretty boy, but why make me stand up?"

"How can I show you the magic trick that will make you eat your words from yesterday if you don't stand up?"

"Well, you can do it while I'm sitting?"

"Oh my god, Cariño-"

"Okay okay, I'm co-operating." You laughed, "Just start Hermoso."

"Okay then, left or right?" He asked as he held out both his hands infront of you. You looked at him in disbelief, "Seriously? That's your magic trick?"

"Oh come on, it's so easy to pick Cariño." You shrugged and contemplated which one to pick, "Hmmm, left."

He slowly lifted his left hand to stroke your cheek lovingly before moving to push back some stray strands of your hair behind your ear. This caught you waaaayyyyy off-guard and you can feel your system go out of control: heart beating, cheeks burning, mind dying-

"Camilo, what are you doing?" You tried to ask casually but also didn't even bother stopping him, he chuckled and pulled back his left hand to reveal a red rose.

You gasped in shock as you looked around you for more tricks. "Okay Hermoso, I didn't expect you to do a smooth job there."

"That's not all Cariño."

"There's more?"

He nodded as he softly took your hand and placed the flower between yours and his. You stared at him with pure curiosity (while tryharding to stop blushing) as he held up both of your hands infront of you.

"One rose for the decade I have spent with you. Two hands for the happiness I wish for you, and three words for the feelings I have for you. Y/N, I love you."

Now you were really shocked, you just stood there and stared at his face as he chuckled, "Guess I finally made you speechless huh?"

You finally processed what he said and started tearing up as you immediately tackled him into a hug, "Camilo Madrigal, I love you too."

"Cariño, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." He couldn't stop the smile forming on his face nor his heart's uncontrollable beating, knowing that the person he loved for ten years is finally his under the same tree they first met.

Pairing : Camilo x fem!reader

Warnings : Bad family relationships, disowning your mother and sisters, swearing, arguing, foul language, sadness, death, pure exhaustion, teasing, embarrassment, worry.

Plot : You had been living with the Madrigals for a few months and things had been a lot easier. You had officially disowned your family but since living with the Madrigals, your chores had become a lot longer and a lot harder. Alma wanted you to pull your weight, meaning you barely had any time to spend with your shapeshifting best friend.

Pronouns used : he/him for Camilo, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This part isn’t as long as I’d have liked but I got stuck on what to write so yay for writers block :(. Also, this series will be a miniseries and will be around 3-4 parts long :)

Camilo taglist : @tigreost, @camilolovesroxiie, @sunnth, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @camilomadrigalforever, @elegantkidfansoul, @alltoomess, @wocka-flocka, @breadglasses.

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You sighed as you took a break from your lengthy list of chores for the day. You placed your head back and basked in the sun for a good few minutes, letting the sun soak into your features as you took a deep breath.

In which Camilo turns to his sister for help but she insists that he hears the truth from you. You shed light to who you are and where you came from.

The long awaited part 2 of ‘his girl’. Part 1 is here ! masterlist !!

t.w abuse, mentions of blood and beating

The walk back to Casita was silent with Camilo deep in thought. He kept trying to think of the reason why your mother despises him so much. Was it his pranks? He was sure he hadn’t done anything to mess with her. Maybe she caught wind of his troublesome ways and thought he was a bad influence? No, something inside the shapeshifter knew that it was something much deeper than that.

And he knew one person who had the answers to his questions.

He was somber, gazing on the ground as Casita opened its doors for him. As he trudged to the direction of his big sister’s, a little soft ‘hm’ interrupted him from his thoughts.

He looked up to see Dolores, with those wide round eyes staring at him and she played with her fingers whilst pursing her lips.

“I know something you don’t..” Dolores had covered her lips, shaking her head. No, no, that wasn’t your story to tell, she scolds herself. “I know something you would never know.” She had continued before slapping a hand on her mouth again.

Camilo bit his lower lip, making his way over to the balcony and looking towards the direction of the rest of Encanto and you were. He had also wanted to know but he wanted to hear it from you. Or at the very least, know how you were after that ordeal.

“She’s okay.” Dolores’ soft voice had brought him out of her thoughts and she looked down. “You know, sometimes the gift I was given doesn't seem like a gift at all.” The young woman murmured as she joined her brother on the veranda, leaning against it. “You hear some things you wish you can’t. You know things you should never know. I don’t want to say anything for her sake.” She smiled down at her brother.

The girl sucked in a breath and Camilo knew she was trying her hardest not to tell him and he smiled, grateful but also in a comforting way as he patted Dolores’ back.

“Just.. When you finally know why, be there for her, hermano. Be by her side.”

Camilo gazed at his big sister before slowly nodding. “I will, hermana. I will.”

It would be a while before he returned to his room, laying in bed as he stared at the ceiling, curiosity eating him up as well as the desire to check on you but he had to restrain himself. Until he could no longer just lay there.

He grabbed his ruana in a flash, grabbing a lantern to light his journey to you. Though at his preparation, he failed to hear the soft ‘clinking’ of rocks against his window.

Camilo breathed in before opening the window and instead of being greeted with the cold breeze of the night, he was instead hit with a particularly large pebble. Startled and slightly pained, the boy held onto his nose with a groan.

What the..

“I.. um.. oops?” A voice had squeaked out from outside his window and his eyes widened, immediately running over to see you with an apologetic smile and rocks and pebbles of different sizes in your arms. You were wearing a thick shawl, a little lantern in your hand and some mangoes from before as a.. ‘sorry’ gift of some sorts.

“Agh, there are small pebbles there, princesa, couldn’t you have just stuck to one size?” Camilo had whined quietly, rubbing at his now red nose. You would only laugh nervously, dropping the assortment of pebbles and rocks.

“I didn’t know which one to pick.” Dios, you were lucky you were adorable.

He had chuckled, shaking his head as he had gently tugged down one of the winding vines that Isabela had created around the house and with Casita’s help, you had entered his room. Immediately, you ran up to him, enveloping him into a hug.

“I missed you, Camilo.” His eyes softened as he held you close. “I missed you too princesa.”

Slowly you pull away and you purse your lips. Cheeks heating up at what you had just done and you shake your head. Now was not the time for that. You were sure Camilo was still reeling over the events before. And you dreaded telling him just why your mamá reacted that way but something told you that he would understand somehow.

You took a deep breath. “I have.. something to tell you.” The shapeshifter’s eyes widened. “Are you sure, princesa? You don’t have to tell me anything until you’re ready.” And you would nod. He deserved to know what had happened after that run-in with your mother.

Where would you even start? Taking in another deep breath and closing your eyes, you felt Camilo’s hand hold yours as if telling you without words that he was there. He would listen.

“My mamá and I came from a village far, far away from Encanto.” You murmured. “She was married, married to this.. awful man that was my father.” Your voice wavered. “Father was a businessman, a noble of sorts if you will, and she was betrothed to him at a young age. I heard people say that they were happy, the perfect couple.. and when I was a child, I thought so too.”

Suddenly everything had made sense for Camilo. Your elegance, the blatant lack of knowledge or wisdom of even the simplest thing such as picking out fruits, and as well as your not so simple outfits. You were once in a higher place in society. Loveless marriage in nobility was more common than one may think and yet your mamá tried to love your father as best as she could.

Camilo looked at you, nodding a little and offering you a reassuring smile. He was listening.

“Until the beatings started.” You whisper, voice trembling as you try not to break down in front of the Madrigal boy whose expression had been appalled. “At first it was just scolding, y’know? Father would get mad, he would yell and shout.. and then it snowballed into harsh squeezes, pinches, and my mamá, my poor mamá thought that it was nothing. Couples fight all the time, she said.”

You were always so careful as to not anger your father. Your mother, when you would manage to mess up, would always take the blame in order for your father to spare you but she couldn’t hold him off for long.

The squeezes and pinches turned into full hits and slaps. You mamá wore nothing but long sleeved tops and skirts that reached down to her shoes. Her face was always caked on with powder and covered with a silk fabric to hide the bruises your father inflicted on her. You had bruises as well though not as much as your mamá, it was mostly from pinches or slaps on the back of your headvwhenever you would say something he didn’t like.

You can still remember the day that he got her scar and you grimaced, hugging yourself. Camilo would place an arm around you. He didn’t speak. He wanted you to know that he was there for you and to take your time. “Don’t force yourself, princesa.” And again you would shake your head. You wanted him to know. No more secrets.

“The last straw was when he lashed out on me.” Your voice shook. “He was drunk, he was angry and I dropped something. I was clumsy. I didn’t mean to. I don’t even remember what I dropped.. but my father, he was so angry was going to.. he had a navaja in his hand, he was out of control. There was glass breaking and mamá, all I saw was mamá on the ground and blood on the floor.”

Camilo shut his eyes tightly, already knowing what became the outcome of the incident. The scar that ran through your mamá’s face.. was caused by your father.

“And that was it. After that we had snuck off in the dead of night. We didn’t know where we were going but we heard whispers. Somewhere safe, in the mountains where no one could find us.. there was a cart bound for Encanto and now here we are..” You swallow thickly as you finish your story, chest heaving up and down and tears threatening to roll down your eyes.

“I’m sorry, about my mamá, she wasn’t like that before.. She was gentle, kind, and always so helpful but..” Camilo slowly shook his head. You didn’t need to explain anything more but you continued.

“She’s just.. afraid, afraid that I would end up being a fool in love with a man like my father. Afraid that I’m going to get myself hurt.” You admit. “Not that I ever thought you would hurt me.” You quickly added. “I promised myself I wouldn’t fall for someone unkind, promised myself I would find someone who wouldn’t hurt me and would always treat me right.. and I think I fulfilled that promise.” You glanced at him before looking away quickly, your cheeks turning warm.

And Camilo was taken aback, his heart hammering against his chest as he quickly whipped his head towards your direction, eyes wide and heat creeping up to his cheeks. He had honestly looked dumb, gaping at you like a fish.

“I.. you..” He stammers out. Was he hearing right? Did you just..?

“You heard right!” Dolores’ voice had quipped from inside the room next door. “.. Sorry!” She calls out her apology for ruining the moment.

And as you two had sat in silence, cheeks burning hotter than any sunny day that Pepa had made, he held your hand in his.

“I think you fulfilled that promise too.” Camilo says bashfully before clearing his throat. “I want to prove myself to you and your mamá first though. I want to do this right. I want to earn both you and your mamá’s trust. And to prove to you that I will never ever hurt you.” Your eyes would widen at his declaration before he gently made you look at him.

“If I should ever raise my hand at you, it is only to caress your face in my hands. If I should ever shout, it is only to let the world know how much I love you.. know that I will never hurt you. Te prometo esto. This is the promise that I will fulfill to you, mi princesa, mi amor.”

Your father is a dick, Camilo would jump him with the Madrigal Family if he ever showed up.

Also Camilo being the absolute king he is. I hope you guys liked this one. Though as always I would love to hear your thoughts!