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[ The Guzmans ]

Camilo x reader (gender neutral reader)

— With Dolores' and Mariano's wedding just a week away, Dolores tries her best to keep her head in the game and mind void of any possible distractions leading up to her big day; unfortunately for Camilo, that means he has to step aside for a bit. But lucky enough, Mariano has a younger sibling his age— who he realizes is just as hopelessly romantic as their brother.

— ☕ pt. 2

"You should've seen his face; the smuggest smile, even his cheeks were red. " Dolores laughs into her hand, lifting a spoonful of her dinner— Ajiaco to her lips, blowing on it rather lightly as to cool it down.

"Wait, wait— " Mirabel starts, a short snicker and snort slipping past her lips before she can continue. "Did he do that like, nose thing? " Mirabel demonstrates, scrunching her nose up exactly how Camilo would— and had —whenever he knew exactly how his heartstrings were being tugged. Or in this case, strummed.

"Sí, sí! Just like that! " Dolores exclaims excitedly, nudging Camilo's arm teasingly as she stuffs the spoonful into her mouth.

Camilo grumbles in response to the teasing, keeping his head low to the table as he reaches over for the Corn, dragging the bowl of it across the table shyly rather than lifting it.

"I don't do that, " He whines, lying— he knew he did. The nose scrunching, the eyebrow knitting, the blushing— all signs his family recognized as symptoms of a developing crush. If not that, then at least some type of romantic tension.

Hell, it's only a matter of time before he loses control of his power's in front of them. Its happened once before, a previous crush had gotten him so insanely smitten, he found it difficult at times to control his gift when in their presence. Although, that was years ago— maybe around the age of eleven if not a little younger.

Mirabel chuckles, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, Primo. I've had conversations with Y/n Guzman before, I always find them in the same spot performing for the children— they're very beautiful. Para ser honesto, I'm surprised you hadn't met them sooner. " Camilo pouts, tilting his head to the side as he uses the tongs to place his second maíz en la mazorca into his bowl. As Mirabel speaks, his interest is slowly piqued.

"T-they perform? " Camilo sits up suddenly, placing the bowl back into the middle of the table.

"Oh, yeah! They sing folktales to the children all the time, but only during late noon. You're usually back home by the time they set up. " She states, mixing her spoon into the broth of Ajiaco as it cools.

"I guess artistic genius runs in the family. " Dolores smiles to herself, specifically speaking of Mariano and his wonderful knack for poetry. She rests her cheek in the palms of her hand, reminiscing on the various times he'd leave pages upon pages of poetry at Casita's doorstep— each and every word is meant for her— he'd say. And good gosh, did it absolutley send her head over heels.

Camilo rolls his eyes so hard he's almost certain for a moment they'd get stuck back there. He serves himself an assortment of broth onto his spoon, chicken, corn, potato and chilli. He cools it down before shoving the large spoonful into his mouth, at that moment; Pepa, Félix and Isabela walk into the dining room— turning the dinner from a party of three to a party of six.

Mirabel takes a sip of her water, "You should ask them on a date. " Mirabel jokes, her tone not at all sarcastic which would explain Camilo's reaction; he coughs, choking on a lump of potato in the back of his throat. Mirabel's words ring in Pepa's ears, and suddenly she turns on the heel of her shoe and looks to Camilo.

"Ask who on a date?" Pepa chimes, startling Mirabel who hadn't even realized they entered the dining room just yet.

"No one, M-Mami! " The shapeshifter chokes out through his chest, his hands slamming and clenching onto the table as if he were on the verge of dying— which seemed to be the case.

"Y/n Guzman. " Dolores states, just then becoming the subject of Camilo's stiffening glare. As if on que, Dolores realizes how piping hot she had left her spoonful, abruptly jumping around in her chair as she holds the food in her mouth— unable to decide whether to swallow it or spit it back into her bowl.

"HA " Camilo mocks ruefully, his throat remaining confined, tight and dry.

"You're going to ask Y/n Guzman on a date? That's wonderful, " Pepa laughs enthusiastically, the most vibrant rainbow painting itself over her head— so bright it's enough to blind anyone. Camilo whips back around towards his mother, hitting his chest rather violently.

"Ay no, Mami! I'm not asking anyone on a date—! " He coughs out, reaching for his glass of water and bringing it up to his lips, chugging almost the entirety of it as it washes down whatever had gotten stuck in his throat pipe.

Pepa's rainbow clears from over her golden, ginger locks almost instantly.

Ever since Pepa had witnessed Mariano dropping to one knee in front of Dolores, a ring in his hands— she has been the second happiest person in all of The Encanto (second to her daughter, of course.) And although she couldn't be any more ecstatic as of late; she couldn't help but feel a little unhappy when she thought about it.

Just the other night had she thought— 'It's only a matter of time before Camilo finds someone for himself, then the next thing I know— he'll be getting married as well.' The idea of it made her sad, but, she knew it was inevitable. She's wished to be that mother that teased her kids about crushes, marriage, grandkids; but she wasn't quite sure if she was ready to really let any of her children go just yet. Including Dolores.

But, she refused to be clinging to the youth of her children— especially since Dolores and Camilo are so close to readiness, ready to work on their own accord; to function without their mother. Besides, she still has her beloved Antonio.

"O-oh, " She mutters, can't helping but to feel the slightest of disappointment.

Camilo takes notice of her sudden change in tone almost instantly, or just as soon as the smallest of gray clouds gather over her head.

"Er, I mean— I'm not asking anyone on a date, today! " He laughs awkwardly, twisting his pointer finger into the wood of the table.

"'Milo?" Mirabel whispers, uncertainty in her voice as she clenches her glass of water close to her chest.

Camilo waves to her dismissively, yet silently.

"I— I'm gonna ask Y/n Guzman to be my date to.. uh. " He reluctantly turns towards Dolores, who swallows the food in her mouth and turns away, wanting nothing to do with the situation Camilo has made for himself.

"Dolores' wedding! " His hand slams onto the table. "Ye-yeah, I was thinking since Mariano and Y/n are siblings— it'd be perfect for me to take Y/n. " He laughs, chuckling to himself with the most uncertain and nervous smile spread across his lips.

"But, you just said Mariano and Y/n are siblings— isn't Y/n already going to be at the wedding— " Félix starts, but Pepa is quick to press her finger to his lips, hushing him in the process.

"That's wonderful, mi hijo. " Pepa smiles brightly, a gush of wind knocking the clouds out of the way and bringing a vibrant rainbow to present in its place. "When are you going to ask? ' She questions eagerly, hands clasped under her chin.

"Uh— tomorrow? " Pepa gasps.

"Oh, mijo, so soon? Well, the wedding is in a couple of days— it's best to get ready when you still have the time. Dios mio, now I have to find something new for you to wear, you can't wear that old ruana to your first date. " Pepe rambles, her mouth producing what seemed to be five words each two seconds.

"Oye! " Camilo whines.

"My wedding too, Mama! " Dolores takes a drink of her water, realizing her mother might have forgotten her wedding is happening the same day for a moment.

"Right, right! You'll have to match the wedding theme, you can't wear white but that old naranja ruana won't do it. Mirabel, come— I need your help figuring out what Camilo should wear. " Pepa turns to Mirabel, who— having migrated away from the conversation —is now stuffing her face in broth.

She stops for a moment, spoon halfway to her already full lips. She swallows it all in one large glug, coughing for a second after.

"En seguida! " Mirabel states, lifting her bowl to her mouth and slurping up the last of her food before jumping up from the table; following her Tia into the next room.

"What's wrong with my Ruana..? " Camilo mopes.

"Ah— Mi amor, your dinner! " Félix hollers, holding two full bowls in his hands.

He stands there for a moment, no response can be heard from him nor Dolores.

He sighs, an admiring smile adorning his face. "I guess its dinner in the nursery tonight, see you niños later. " And just like that, Félix leaves the dining room as Isabela takes her seat at the dinner table.

She turns to Camilo, "You're a horrible liar, you know that? " She teases, a mischievous smile stretching across her face.

"Psh! I'm not actually going to ask Y/n on a date. " Dolores quirks an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? You saw how excited Mama became, she's expecting you to have them on your arm on the wedding day. Unless you can figure out a way to explain to her that you lied, you're in deep ¡Mierda. " Dolores pauses, letting the sudden reality hit Camilo and sink into the atmosphere for a moment.

"But, they should'nt be coming until the day of, right? You have some time. " Camilo hums, his hand fiddling with the hem of his ruana.

He laughs, awkward and loud, letting his sister on cousin now he's already done something wrong.

"Actually, I invited Y/n to La Casa, they're coming over tomorrow. " He mutters, ashamed and embarrassed but loud enough for them both to hear.

Dolores comes to a stop, letting her spoon fall into her bowl. Suddenly, her eyebrows knit together and a wave of irritation comes over her.

"You better figure this out, Camilo. Or else I'll be getting married in a thunderstorm, and Mama's heart will be broken. " Dolores warns, her tone solemn and sympathetic, yet the slightest bit venomous.

With that, Dolores picks up her bowl and dumps it in the sink, leaving the dining room with her nerves strained.

Camilo slumps in his chair, fiddling with his hands as he sinks further under the table. Isabela slides a bouquet across the table, an assortment of flowers tied together with a ribbon binding them at the waist of their stems.

He stares at them for a moment.

"You'll be needing those if you want Y/n Guzman to say yes, good luck, Primo. "

—

The day was warm, colourful and busy, just like any other. With the Encanto bustling with life, the Madrigals work hard to prepare— the wedding now just five days away. In La Casa Madrigal, Pepa runs in circles around her son, Camilo, who sits in a chair in the midst of her room.

"Oh! I found it, finally! " She exclaims most excitedly, a thin makeup brush in hand.

She runs over to her son, kneeling in front of him as he bounces his leg nervously. Taking a small compact out from her pocket, she daps the brush into a dark brown powder; she then rests her hand on the side of Camilo's face, spreading it across his eyelid.

"Te vas a ver tan guapo, so handsome! " She compliments, pecking his cheek lovingly as she blends the eyeshadow into his skintone.

A speck of eyeshadow falls to his nose, he inhales it.

He sneezes rather violently, his feet kicking off the ground and his hands gripping the edges of the chair— accidentally, he turns into the one and only person who has been on his mind since last night, Y/n Guzman.

Pepa giggles to herself, watching as Camilo shakes his head and transforms back into himself.

"Oh, 'Milo, I'm so excited for you, how are you feeling? " She asks, standing and repositioning herself as to pay full attention to his other eye.

Camilo hesitates for a moment. A thought crosses his mind, before his mother had barged into his room this morning to dress him in a freshly washed ruana and white button down— he had contemplated maybe telling her the truth. Realistically, the chances of Y/n saying yes to his proposal was slim. Of course, they've only actually met once and even though Y/n was extremely comfortable around him— he couldn't imagine for the life of him; them saying yes.

He noticed the particularly rosy cheeks when he made them laugh, the way his absolutley crap guitar skills made them smile— the way they acted with such flirtatious charisma when they played for him. But as far as he knows, it all didn't mean anything special.

Despite how much he'd like for it to be that way.

He isn't even certain what he's feeling, but it's most definitely a crush. No way could he fall in love in the matter of just five hours.

But regardless of what he felt, he knew the truth would only disappoint his mother— and he could never do that, especially if it means chancing the possibility of ruining Dolores' wedding day.

He hums, "Nervous, excited but nervous. " The truth falls from his lips, an awkward laugh slipping past them.

"Aw, " Pepa clicks her tongue, finishing up Camilo's eyeshadow. She stands from her knee and walks behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder as his eyes open to himself in the mirror. "There's no reason to be nervous, Mijo. Who could say no to this handsome face, huh? "

She grabs his cheeks and stretches them, making Camilo wince but laugh softly at the same time.

'Oh, you'd be surprised. ' Camilo thinks to himself. Sure, he was extremely charismatic but that didn't mean he was always successful with men and women his age out in town. In fact, Isabela told him once that his cocky attitude was a little offputting to them.

'Humble yourself a bit, Primo. ' At the time, Camilo thought maybe she was just being mean— jealous of his inhuman charm. But now that he looks back at it, it's more of an intelligent piece of advice.

Pepa walks over to her vanity, resting her brush and compact onto the desk. She turns to her son, hand finding it's way and caressing his cheek gently; she gives him a soft peck on the bridge of his nose.

"I'm so proud of you, mi nene. " She hugs him, squeezing him tightly. He reciprocates the hug, smiling wholeheartedly. "Now, " She starts, letting go of Camilo.

She reaches over her vanity and picks up the bouquet Isabella had made the night before. Wrapping his fingers around the stems, Pepa places them gently into his grasp with such happiness; a small rainbow forms over her head, adorned with a white cloud or two.

"I love you so much, and I'm sure Y/n Guzman will too. " She motions for Camilo to stand, and he does, following her to the bedroom door like a baby duckling following its beloved more. "Now, bring me home a ____ in-law! " She exclaims excitedly, pushing Camilo out the door and into the middle of the hallway wherein he almost trips over himself.

He stiffens up for a moment, roses gripped tightly and pressed against his chest almost suffocatingly. It takes a moment, but soon be loosens up, inhaling deeply and exhaling twice as hard. Squinting his eyes, he opens them and blinks repeatedly, looking down to the still fresh bouquet in his hand.

"You can do this, no pressure. " He whispers breathlessly to himself, nodding softly.

"Mariano, Y/n! " Camilo's heart stops, Dolores' voice echoing across Casita as the doors open slowly, behind them standing Mariano and Y/n Guzman, gifts and guitar in hand.

Camilo almost faints at the sight of them. Out of absolute raw anxiety, he hiccups himself into Mariano, Pepa, Dolores— then Y/n. He tucks himself away into the next hallway.

'Correction, a lot of pressure.'

— ☕ (2/? no rest for the wicked frfr)

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[ The Guzmans ]

Camilo x reader (gender neutral reader)

— With Dolores' and Mariano's wedding just a week away, Dolores tries her best to keep her head in the game and mind void of any possible distractions leading up to her big day; unfortunately for Camilo, that means he has to step aside for a bit. But lucky enough, Mariano has a younger sibling his age— who he realizes is just as hopelessly romantic as their brother.

— ☕ pt. 1 (really long lmao stay safe yall)

Spirits were high in La Casa Madrigal, of course, why wouldn't they be? Mariano had proposed to Dolores mere weeks ago, and already everyone has gotten to planning the wedding day. Pepa has definitely been in a wonderful mood, with the exception of a few gray clouds from time to time— the sky had been an astonishingly bright hue of blue. Camilo would know, for he had been laying in the same spot on the roof for the passed few hours now, staring blankly into the same sky blue abyss.

"Have you decided what veil you'd like to wear yet? The angel-cut would look absolutely maravilloso on you, mi hija. " Camilo can practically hear his mothers smile through her voice, and for a moment he swears the most vibrant rainbow streaks across the great blue; it makes him exhale softly, a smile stretching across his lips.

Dolores giggles, "Not yet, Mama, I do want to help out with the prepping before I get my hopes too high. "

"There's no need for you to worry about that, the whole familia is preparing to make your big day perfect. All I want you to do is relax, take it easy. Y'know, your papá and I married in a hurricane. " Pepa smiles sweetly, holding her daughters hands closer to her chest as she reminisces over one of the most beautiful— and stressful —days of her life.

"Yes, you've only told me a few hundred times. " Dolores laughs, making her mother smile much brighter than before.

"Ay, mi niña hermosa, you've grown so much— so fast. " Pepa's hands frame Dolores' round face, mushing her cheeks together as she admires her beautiful daughter. It felt as if just yesterday had Dolores been born, now she was soon to be wed.

"My beautiful baby girl! " Pepa cries, wrapping her arms so tightly around Dolores, she's almost certain she's going to faint from lack of oxygen. Her hands brace her mother's back, smiling into the hug as Pepa whispers so many proud words to her daughter.

At first, Dolores doesn't mind the hug, that is— until she feels a water droplet fall onto the bridge of her nose. Her eyes open, realizing a rather large cloud had taken form over above her wonderful mother's head. Just then, does Pepa start to weep into the crook of Dolores' neck, wetting her with tears of happiness as her cloud begins to expand.

"Uh, mamá— "

"Just a little longer, mi Cariño. "

"You, you— "

"I love you so, so so much! " Pepa's grip tightens, a physical strength Dolores didn't even know her mother possessed sending a stiffening wave to her spine, an audible pop can be heard and she squeaks— the crack leaving her confused yet relieved.

Nothing leaves her lips for a moment after that, having been left briefly stunned by her mother's brute strength. A slight drizzle, then a slight sprinkle as Pepa continues to cry into her daughters skin.

Suddenly, Félix turns the corner and walks in on the sight. Taking into account the growing cloud over his wife's head, he almost immediately takes action.

"Mi amor! Careful, we don't want Dolores getting sick only a couple of days before her wedding day." Félix peels his wife from his daughter, it takes a moment, considering Pepa had really latched herself onto Dolores. But, as soon as the two are separated, Pepa takes a moment to wipe her tears and clear her cloud before approaching her daughter one last time.

"You make me so proud, mi hija. I'm so happy that my beautiful daughter has decided to marry such an.. uh— " There's a moment of struggle as Pepa tries to pick; or maybe even think of something Mariano has in common with her baby girl, Dolores.

She waits expectantly, excited to hear exactly what her mother thinks of Mariano. Other than a few family dinners and visits to see Dolores, Pepa and Félix can't recall a single conversation they've had with him that didn't somehow involve himself. Not to say he is self absorbed. In fact, he's rather far from it. They knew the night he came over to propose to Isabela that he was definitely the timid type, but wasn't necessarily one to show it.

Maybe it was his bulk, the height and build of the man— but Mariano was definitely a strange fellow as much as he was a hopeless romantic.

Camilo snickers from above, watching as his mother intertwines her finger into her long ginger locks as she attempts to think of a single flattering thing to say about Mariano; that didn't involve his body.

Camilo knows about Mariano as much as Pepa & Félix do; close to almost nothing at all. Although, that doesn't necessarily stop him from jumping down to the railings and climbing his way up to the top floor to do what he does best, charm and entertain (with a hint of distraction this time around.)

"A strong young man! " Camilo finishes for his mother, morphing into the groom to be and flexes his biceps, sending obnoxiously exaggerated air kisses Dolores' way.

She rolls her eyes, her hands finding their way to her hips.

"With such ama~zing hair, " Camilo continues, pulling a hand mirror out of god knows where to brush his (more like Mariano's) hair through with his fingers.

"And his uh— " Camilo pauses, then suddenly whips around behind Dolores. "Amazing dance moves? "

Out of nowhere does he take his sisters hand into his, and spins her around once, twice— maybe five times before stopping her, leaving her dizzy, dazed and the slightest bit irritated. She's close to tripping over herself and face planting into Casita's tiles, until Mariano; the real Mariano comes up from downstairs and catches her in his arms.

"Dolores? Are you alright? " Helping her to her feet, Mariano takes her hand into his and keeps her stable.

"Eh, uh— sí! Just Camilo, doing his thing. " Still appearing as Mariano, Camilo bows to the real Mariano and laughs before shrinking back into himself.

Mariano chuckles, turning away from the shapeshifter and towards Pepa and Félix instead.

"Hm, Mr. and Mrs. Madrigal— "

"Please, Mariano; you do know you can call us by our first names. "

Mariano pauses. "Right. "

"Señora Pepa, Señor Félix; I'm extremely grateful for all the help you've given us over these past few days— grateful for your daughters hand in marriage. I feel like I need to thank you, properly, so please, let me treat you two. " Pepa and Félix stand taken aback for a moment, unsure of what to say since this had definitely come out of nowhere.

"That won't be necessary, Mijo, really— "

"I'd love to. " Camilo buts into the conversation, dramatic and theatrical as if he had just been asked on a date. He snickers under his breath.

Mariano pauses, "Actually, I meant uh— meant your parents. "

"He's just messing with you, amor. " Dolores pats her fiancé's arm, reassuring to him that her little brother was only playing. Which wasn't necessarily true.

Camilo had been looking for a reason to hang out with his sister all week, but despite his efforts; he's already been told countless times to 'step aside' and 'not to cause any more trouble.' To 'go somewhere you're needed.' Dolores has always been soft spoken, so being on the receiving end— or let alone simply witnessing her lose her cool these past few days definitely wasn't pretty.

It's one thing her and Pepa had in common, they both don't stabilize well under anxiety.

As the soon to be married couple and adults talk, Camilo slowly fades away into the background. He didn't want to end up on his sisters bad side again, for about the third time today— regardless of if he was only trying to help out or not. Camilo Madrigal is charming and entertaining— it's two things he's always been good at. All in all, he has been trying to open up some time to get a laugh out of Dolores, but it seems she's too busy to even tell him how he can help out; properly.

He mopes around near the balcony aside from his parents for a while, cheek resting in the palm of his hand as he daydreams about nothing special in particular. The only thing that snaps him from his mind is Dolores, who walks up to him with an apologetic expression on her face.

"Mariano and I are taking Mama and Papa out for a while. I know you've been so bored recently, and I haven't really been the best hermana to you, " There's a brief moment of silence. Camilo doesn't bother to initiate eye contact, because he'd rather fake being angry with her than let her see exactly how he'd been feeling.

Bored, neglected, in the way— a little useless if he was being completely honest with himself.

"Mariano has this little sibling. You've probably met them out in town, Y/n Guzman? If you want something fun to do, maybe try talking to them. " Camilo lifts his head, his eyes flickering to Dolores for just a moment before down to the centre isle of La Casa.

Silence.

Dolores exhales softly, "Think about it, " Oh, he was.

Of course, he wouldn't leave before her because he still wants her to think he's angry with her. A little fairplay payback, if you'd insist. So, as soon as his parents, Dolores and Mariano are out the door, he leaves only seconds later to the Guzman's.

—

Knock knock*

Camilo's knuckles tap lightly on the wooden door of the Guzman's home. He stands outside for a moment, fidgeting with himself as he waits for someone to answer the door.

"Un momento! " An unfamiliar voice says from inside the house, then a rather loud clatter follows suit. An echoey thump* rings for a moment, the string of guitar strings stretching on into the air.

Camilo winces at what sounds like someone falling, "Take your time! " He hollers out, curling his finger into his curls; a habit he picked up from his beloved mother.

Not a minute later does the door knob start to shimmy, and soon someone opens it. Who Camilo expects to be a child behind the thick piece of wood, turns out to be someone who looks to be around his age.

"Ah, Camilo Madrigal, what a surprise. " He's stunned, suddenly at a loss for words. His hand falls from his hair and to his side; eyes wandering from their lidded e/c coloured eyes to the freckles speckled across their nose bridge and cheeks. Camilo takes note of the various beauty marks, but there's one just under their lip he can't seem to take his eyes off of.

Abruptly, he unwillingly snaps himself out of his stunned haze.

"Eh, uh— Y/n Guzman, correcto? " Y/n nods.

"Sí, it's nice to finally meet you, Madrigal. Mariano talks about you quite a bit. "

Camilo quirks an eyebrow, "lo hace? "

"Sí, él lo hace. Mariano tells me about your gift and how much you like to joke around. " Y/n pauses for a moment, reaching behind the door frame and retrieving a guitar, looking rather scratched— and missing a chord.

"I was actually about to head up to La Casa Madrigal. I've seen the family around town, but not everyone gets the chance to talk to them considering how busy they used to be. " Taking a glance at their guitar, Y/n clicks their tongue and takes a few steps back inside their home— they signal for Camilo to follow.

He does so, slowly making his way throughout their home as to admire all the framed photos hung up on the wall, artistic pieces as well. The floor, made up of foundation and acrylic matted white tile. The main area was almost the size of Casita's, vaces filled with all different types of floral, rested upon cabinets and dressers. Curtains draped over the entrance to what Camilo assumed is the kitchen, beautifully woven and coloured a deep velvet red with gold accents. Just a few feet away, a short flight of stairs leaving up to the second floor.

"What brings you to La Casa Guzman, Madrigal? " Y/n jokes, making their way up the stairs as Camilo follows behind, fiddling with his Ruana.

"Dolores sent me. Para ser honesta, I thought she was sending me to babysit. I didn't know Mariano had a sibling my age. " He smirks, entering Y/n's room right behind them and leaning against the nearest thing, their dresser.

"Aw, did I disappoint you? " All very comfortable, Y/n let's a small laugh slip as they fall back onto their bed, resting their instrument on the bed sheets.

Camilo crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side at their lighthearted and comfy persona. Typically, girls Camilo's age would fluster with just a glance, and guys? They'd almost do the same. It was what he was used to. Born a charmer, Camilo could probably walk up to a woman his age on the street and ask her to marry him and they'd say yes.

Camilo snickers, "Not at all. "

Y/n reaches into the drawer on their nightstand, pulling out a box of guitar strings. They nod Camilo over and pat the spot next to them on the bed; he sits, quick to make himself comfortable.

It takes no longer than a minute or so for Y/n to install the new chord onto their guitar, and with a few strums and a little tuning, their guitar was back to (almost) new.

"You play? " Camilo asks, he internally burns himself though. He couldn't have thought of a stupider question to ask, 'of course they play, they wouldn't have a guitar if they didn't.'

Although, it seems to go over Y/n's radar. Obviously, they seem a little more interested in settling their guitar on themselves in a comfortable position rather than nit-picking everything Camilo says.

"Mhm," They pause, turning to Camilo.

"Y'know, " They start, "You strike me as an Jota type of guy, " Their fingers brush along the guitar strings.

"Or maybe not, Jota's a little too formal for you isn't it? Fandango? You seem a bit theatrical. " Camilo's smile falls, and suddenly he's stuck in that daze once again. His eyes watch as Y/n's fingers strum their guitar individually, then all at once, then one after the other. Slow, then vastly paced— then slow again.

"Or maybe Flamenco? Fast, slow, graceful, flamboyant— intimate. " Camilo's face grows hot, unsure if he was simply being read like a book, or being flirted with. Regardless of which, Camilo was enjoying it rather equally.

"That's it, " Y/n smiles smugly, absolute charisma radiating off of them. So much in fact, Camilo wonders if he was charismatic at all compared to them. "Energetic, unpredictable. Beautiful art form, really. " Their fingers start to strum the guitar rather quickly.

'Me or the dance, ' Camilo wondered silently, eyes on Y/n's fingers which slid from string to string, playing chord to chord, their hands working absolute magic on the instrument.

They laugh, "ah, sí! " A few more strums.

"Flamenco suits you quite well, muy romántico. " They laugh, teasingly, and Camilo laughs as well, mirroring Y/n's smile.

Their fingers fall from the chords, ending the song in such a graceful way, Camilo almost feels absolutely strarstruck.

There's a moment of silence, then suddenly, Y/n lifts their guitar from their lap and hands it to Camilo, who at first doesn't take it.

"Qué hay de ti? " Camilo looks up.

"Do you play? "

Camilo shakes his head, "Ah, no. Y'know, I was born an entertainer but never like that. " He chuckles.

"Have you ever tried? " Y/n pushes, placing their guitar in his slim hands. He takes it, hesitantly at first, before resting it over his thigh.

Camilo shakes his head once again, seemingly unable to speak.

"Here, " Y/n starts once more, taking Camilo's hand into theirs gently and placing it correctly over the handle, bending his fingers to the needed positions. But, Camilo can hardly pay attention— all he notices is how soft your hands are, but how tough the tips are as well.

Once they finish correcting his finger placement; Y/n waves him to go on.

"Go ahead, strum. " Camilo looks down at his fingers, his hand resting in a position that couldn't be any more uncomfortable. Hesitantly, he brings his thumb up to the top chord and drags it throughout the rest, the frequency sending a vibration throughout his hands.

The strum sounds perfect, almost. It echoes throughout the bedroom for a moment, then leaves comfy silence in its place once it's gone.

"Perfecto, " Y/n sends Camilo a hand signal, pointer and thumb joining to make a circle.

Camilo smiles, "Perfecto, " He repeats, and just like that, the day takes off without anyone else.

Camilo and Y/n stay in the bedroom for the rest of the day, enjoying each others newly found company. Spending their time getting to know each other, talking about their families— Dolores and Mariano —music, mischief, Camilo's gift. The day passes, flying by in a flash and before they both know it, the sun starts to set beyond the Encanto's horizon.

"Holy crap, you really do look like me. " Y/n stands, taking in the sight of Camilo— or more like another them, in their bedroom.

"Did you have any doubts? " He laughs.

Y/n shakes their head, "Well no, I've seen you do it before. But when it's you, like, you— me, it's a lil' freaky. " They snicker, Camilo flipping back into himself.

"Camilo! Your mother and father want you home before dark. " A voice erupts from downstairs, a voice that Y/n and Camilo almost instantly recognize as Mariano.

"Ah, " Camilo glances towards the bedroom window, realizing time hadn't any intentions of waiting on him as the sun starts to dip in between the distant mountains.

"It's time to head back, Camilo! " Dolores' voice calls from downstairs, suddenly making Camilo panic.

"Ahí voy! " He hollers, gathering himself before making his way towards the door, but before he leaves, he turns back to Y/n. "I'll see you.. tomorrow? "

"Sure, " They nod.

He smiles with contentment, opening the door and stepping out, but not before he can say one last thing.

"Come by Casa Madrigal, and bring your guitar— I'm sure mi Mami would love to hear you play. " Camilo, effortlessly and out of nowhere, sends Y/n a wink and his award winning, charmful smirk.

Y/n smiles back, "Sure thing— "

"CAMILO " Camilo groans, throwing his head back dramatically before turning on his heels of his feet.

"Ay, ahí voy! Can't even say bye to anybody these days. " He makes his way down the stairs, muttering the last part to himself as his voice— to Y/n —fades back down the hallway and out the door.

Y/n snickers to themselves, placing their guitar near their nightstand as they lay back onto their bed, stretching across the bedsheets before placing their arms under their head. They start to daydream; their eyes boring into the ceiling just as much as it bore into them— and just like that, Camilo Madrigal and Y/n Guzman had started a relationship destined to last a lifetime.

Or at least, that's what they hope.

— ☕

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ngl if my family takes a family photo w/o me i woulda just

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camilo madrigal after seeing his long lost uncle that disappeared years ago, eating in the kitchen while he was getting a midnight snack

idk why ive spent so much time just to manually draw all of this on 😭

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damn it camilo

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I like to imagine after the magic returned to the casita each of the family members rooms no longer was just a reflection of their gifts but also their personal interests. No longer it Luisa's room a home gym, or whatever, it pretty freakin relaxing more beach like. Mirabel has room, and it reflects her intrest in crafting. Bruno's room no longer has a ridiculous amount of stairs. There litt hide holes for his rats and it's more cozy. Their rooms become a mixture of who they are and their gifts.

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[ Baker's Favourite Customer ]

Camilo x Reader (gender neutral reader)

— when a new bakery puts itself on the map in the Encanto, Camilo decides his plan for the day is to taste every sweet possible before anyone else in town. that is, until he meets the baker behind the delicacy's; soon he realizes maybe the cakes & pastries aren't the sweetest thing in town.

— 🍰 pt. 2 (two)

The scent of fresh fruit, sugar and baked sweats wafted through the air. The new bakery hadn't opened its doors to the Encanto yet, but it would be moments before numerous towns folk would vade the wonderful 'Dulces y Delicias' Panaderia. Already, once Camilo had arrived to the front of the bakery, he had been at the back of a line consisting of four, maybe seven people— and the line only continued to lengthen as many more followed suit.

A window from the second floor of the bakery, where the Panaderia owners reside, was left open to let fresh air into the home. Simultaneously, the sweet aroma of sugar, butter and warmly toasted bread was released out into the public.

As Camilo stood in line, he couldn't help but feel nervous; yet excited. 'You better leave a good impression, Camilo! Those people are new to the Encanto, make them feel welcome.' His mothers voice rang through his head, making his shoulders tense. Normally, he'd be confident— a little too confident in fact. But considering he was only allowed to come to the new Panaderia's opening because he needed a favor; it made him feel anxious.

A mere month ago had La Casa Madrigal fallen apart, then was rebuilt from shambles— everyone and everything had gone to a life of much less stress. Luisa and Isabela had broken away from the fruitless living as if it were second nature. Isabela spent her newly found time tending to a garden in the courtyard she decided to grow organically, from seeds to bloom. Luisa— started her own book collection, consisting of various genres she never knew she was interested in.

But of course, old habits die hard— and Abuela decided a few days after everything and everyone started to heal would be the ideal time to announce the hosting of a festival in the honor of the Encanto, the town; and Bruno.

Bruno was never one to want a large celebration in his honor, considering he had been so humbled throughout childhood; he found it was rather unnecessary once Alma had come to him with the proposal. But that was his mother, he'd been gone for ten long years and he couldn't bring himself to put a stop to her idea. The next thing everyone knew, they've fallen back into old ways. Isabela had just begun the new addition to her garden— clove pink orchids when she was informed of an upcoming festival— that she would be a part of hosting.

Abuela couldn't have had worse timing, and higher expectations. The time gap to have everything prepared? Four days, minimum, which she announced just yesterday, to the entire town. Now, all Madrigals are rushing to get at least 1/3rds of the needed work completed before the two day period.

Really, Camilo's plan for the day was to taste every baked good and sweet in this new Panaderia, then head home to assist his Tia in making over hundreds of Arepas, and side dishes.

But being here under different circumstances really fried his nerves. Greeting the family, striking artless conversation; it's something he's been trained to do and he found it quite easy. The only real possible hiccup here is if the familia behind the bakery shut down his hopes of having their assistance in the festival.

All in all, the demand for over one hundred different baked items to go with Julieta's Arepas and sides is enough to make anyone faint, regardless of culinary background, especially since one cake can equal the amount of time it takes to make a few dozen Arepas.

The more he thought about it, the more Camilo realized maybe his idea wasn't the best idea he's ever had.

He sighs, slouching over himself as he sets a foot out of line, deciding to return home to catch up with his Tia and Antonio, that is, until he hears the jingle of a bell ring through his eardrum. The doors to 'Dulces y Delicias' open, and suddenly the line takes off with him, rushing him into the bakery with the force of a mob.

He pushes his way past the suffocating crowd, taking the form of his sister Dolores in order to simply squeeze past the crowd without much struggle. He trips over himself, whipping back into himself as he rolls to the floor.

Quick to jump to his feet, he pats himself off and fwips* his ruana.

"Oh, dios mío! Everyone, por favor, stand in an orderly line and we'll get to you as fast as possible." A sweet looking woman comes out from behind a curtain, which Camilo can only assume leads to upstairs. She seems understandably overwhelmed; her hands clasp together as she watches the many customers crowd over the counter, hollering their orders over each other.

Her attempts at trying to calm the mob go fruitless, as almost no one seems to hear her over their own voices. She retreats into a backroom, and moments later comes back with a taller man who seems to effortlessly radiate authority. Tall and sturdy build, he fixes himself at the front of the counter and lifts his fingers to his mouth; a deafening whistle rips through the cluster— so loud Camilo is sure Dolores is wincing right about now.

The Panaderia goes silent, and the eyes of the man Camilo assumes is the little old woman's husband falls onto him. He visibly straightens out, his slouched stance correcting itself almost instantly. He turns back to the crowd.

"Por favor a todos, make a uniformed and calm line behind this young man." His hand falls onto Camilo. Gracias, we will be with you en un momento. " And just like that, countless people clamor behind Camilo who moves to the front of the counter; the couple's heads into the back room.

"Madrigal! We didn't even notice you were here!" A hardy laugh erupts from the crowd, and Camilo turns to let out a small snicker, which was rather light hearted considering he was almost trampled to death.

'Now I know how Isabela's flowers feel.' He sighs.

"Welcome to Dulces y Delicias Panaderia, I'll be taking your order today, what can I get for you? " Turning back to the front counter, he parts his lips to speak but is taken aback as his eyes meet with someone who looks to be around his age— his height as well if not a little shorter.

"Uh, " The Camilo Madrigal, for the first time ever, was left awestruck. Lips apart and jaw slack, his eyebrows raised and eyes widened if only a little, all he could let out of his chest was a small hesitant interjection.

"Uhm, " Once again.

"I— I uh, " He's forgotten his reason for being here.

The person behind the counter taps their notepad, their head tilting to the side and a confused yet somewhat uncomfy expression adorns their features. There's a congested and awkward silence between the two— along with an awestruck stare that doesn't last long, but definitely seems to when you're on the receiving end of it.

"Sir, your order? " Their pen clicks, which seems to snap Camilo out of his momentary daze.

He coughs, averting eye contact for just a moment as he runs his fingers through his curls. Patting down his ruana, Camilo looks up with his buoyant curls brushed to the side of his face and his signature smug smirk evident on his lips. His eyebrows are raised, eyes half closed and his everyday eyeshadow coming through as the typical heart-throbbing edition to complete his look.

"I— heh, hey. " Camilo doesn't know what he was trying to accomplish in this moment, but whatever it was— it definitely wasn't happening because the sheer look on his Waitron's face told him they weren't amused; not in the slightest.

They let out a sigh.

"Listen, Camilo Madrigal, correcto? " He perks at the mention of his, full, name.

"I, sí! "

"Y/n L/n, mucho gusto. " They take his hand into their's, much to Camilo's surprise, they're very forward. Shaking his hand gently, they let go of it a little too soon— making the shapeshifter strangely wish he could've held their hand a second longer.

He blinks the thought from his mind.

"Mi familia and I really appreciate this spot Señora Pepa had picked out for us a while ago. She's your mother, sí? " Camilo nods eagerly.

"Beautiful, wonderful woman." Camilo knows, he could've told you that himself. It takes almost everything within him to resist the urge to tell the Waitron who else could've made such a handsome young man, but he decides against it 'cos he'd rather not embarrass himself in front of such an attractive, stunning individual.

Suddenly, they lean over the counter, closer towards Camilo who becomes attentive to what is happening.

'Are we about to kiss right now? ' No, actually you're not, because Y/n swerves their head to his ear instead.

"She really helped us out, as well as Luisa. We wouldn't have been able to open today if it weren't for them." They whisper, "We wanted to thank them so here, " Moving away abruptly, and unknowingly taking Camilo with them as his body falls in the direction they lean back into; Camilo is against the counter as Y/n picks up a brown paper bag full if home-baked goods.

They hand them to Camilo.

"Courtesy of the L/n familia. And on top of that, one free favor— on the house. It's the least we can do, really. Now, is there anything else you came for? I do have a line out the door. " Pointing behind him, Y/n chuckles— already exhausted, despite only having dealt with Camilo Madrigal so far, or at least that's what they think.

"A favor? "

"Mhm. "

"As in, anything? "

"Depends, what do you tener en mente? "

"Uh, " Camilo taps his fingers, thinking for a moment. Then, he signals Y/n closer with his two fingers. Cautiously, they lean over the counter once more as Camilo whispers into their ear the favor he needs.

Y/n takes a moment to process what he had just said. Over a few hundred different baked items, postres and sweets. Conchas, Buñuelos, Tres Leches cakes, regular cakes, Rosca De Reyes cakes, Cocada, Obela, pies— etcetera etcetera —all need to be ready in time for the upcoming festival.

There's a brief silence, then a small laugh. Y/n snickers, not believing a single word Camilo had just whispered into their ear.

"You're pretty funny, Madrigal. Ever think about trying stand-up comedy? You're a natural. " They smile at him, sending a friendly nudge his way.

"Yeah, ha ha.. " His hand finds it's way to the nape of his neck. He looks Y/n in the eyes, almost apologetically as he nibbles on the inner skin of his bottom lip.

Y/n chuckles one last time before they realize exactly how serious Camilo is taking this "joke." Their expression drops, and they examine him for a moment. No laughing, so positive body language, not even the slightest hint of a smile. As the sudden reality sets in— that Camilo wasn't joking (which Y/n had heard was his schtick) an expression of absolute horror and anxiety twists their features, their lips part, but only barely.

"You're— you're not joking, are you? "

— 🍰

( ugh havent written in months,, I'm surprised this story is even coming out 'alright' so far,, )

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[ Baker's Favourite Customer ]

Camilo x Reader (gender neutral reader)

— when a new bakery puts itself on the map in the Encanto, Camilo decides his plan for the day is to taste every sweet possible before anyone else in town. that is, until he meets the baker behind the delicacy's; soon he realizes maybe the cakes & pastries aren't the sweetest thing in town.

— 🍰 pt. 1 (one)

"Ay, Camilo! " Isabela screeches about, her fingers crumbling tightly into her palms as her cousin trips over the many roses she had just planted in the court yard; fumbling over the fresh greenery as if he couldn't see where his feet were going.

"Lo siento, Isa! " He doesn't bother to stop, but instead turns on his heels to run backwards, almost tripping over various rocks and branches. Isabela waves him off, clicking with her tongue a dismissive and irritated grunt.

Camilo laughs under his breath, turning back towards the town. He's oh so close to reaching the brick path when his mother, stunning Pepa Madrigal calls his name from one of la casita's many windows.

"Camilo Madrigal! I told you not to leave until you had finished your chores! " The cracking of thunder can be heard overhead, a cloud forming out of the air over her curly ginger locks. Camilo once again, can't bother to stop and turns his head for a mere second.

"And I will, Mami! When I come back! " He continues forward, but before he can make it any further, something snakes around his ankle, grabbing him and pulling him to the grass. He face-plants into the dirt, then is harshly dragged through the freshly dampened grass and weeds.

"Ow, ow, ow! " He hisses, sticks and leaves finding their way under his ruana, shirt; pricking his skin with the need to be scratched. His face is muffled with grass, mouth filled with dirt and cheeks red. For a moment, he swears he swallowed a bug if not many.

He's lifted up into the air, dazed and slightly confused. His eyes squint open and closed; presented with the upside-down & moderately warped image of his beloved mother and older cousin.

"Thank you, Isabela. " Pepa nods her head to Isabela, hands on her hips as she turns to her son. She sighs with much exertion, already stressed regardless of having just woken up from a nap mere minutes ago. Although, the sight of her son looking goofy as he hung from his ankle by a large, thick grape vine did grant her the slightest bit of amusement.

"Of course, Tia Pepa. " Isabela laughs mischievously, blowing rose petals into Camilo's face. He sneezes, and with the pollen comes dirt and grass out of his mouth and, coincidentally, into Isabela's face.

She gasps, eyes shut closed as mud falls from the round of her face and onto her dress. But, much to Camilo's surprise, she stifles a laugh and despite how irritated he had made her seconds before, she doesn't seem at all too displeased with just having dirt spit in her face.

Or maybe she had just improved on her acting skills, because not even seconds later she drops him onto his head.

"OW! " With a grunt, Camilo slumps onto the floor backwards onto his back. Looking up, his mother is standing over him with a displeased expression on her otherwise exhausted features.

He laughs awkwardly, "Hola, Mami.." and with an equally as awkward wave, he weakly pushes himself up from the ground and onto his feet; but not without a few stumbles and fumbles from here to there.

Pepa sighs, "Y'know, I vividly remember telling you to help out Julieta in the kitchen, 'Milo. " Camilo takes a second to regain awareness over his surroundings after just previously being disoriented by leaves and twigs.

He coughs, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as his hand finds it's way to the nape of his neck, under his dark brown curls and at the base of his back hairline.

"Uh— Antonio's helping—"

"Antonio's five." Pepa quirks an eyebrow, eyeing her son with much questioning, unsure if he was seriously considering leaving his five year old brother to man arepas on his own.

There's silence for a long moment; Camilo is unsure of what to say now, what excuse to use. He mutters countless hesitant 'uh's and 'uhm's under his breath, second guessing himself.

"Uhm, Tia Julieta is there too? Heh, " Pepa pinches the bridge of her nose, resting a hand on her son's shoulder as she inhales and exhales deeply.

"Ay, mi hijo, " She laughs, though, it sounds a bit more strained than amused and light. "The festival is in a few days and Julieta needs all the help she can get right now. She's preparing enough food for the whole town to come back for seconds; can't you control that little sweet tooth of yours a bit longer, Camilo? "

Camilo knows this festival is what has been keeping his mother up at night recently, so much so that she's had to take naps throughout her day. At the time, this festival seemed like a good idea. A day and a night to celebrate the Encanto, and everyone in it, no matter if they posses a gift or not. Abuela thought it to be a great idea, to celebrate one another (as well as to welcome Bruno back home, despite how much he said a festival wasn't necessary.) Although, Pepa has had a hard time keeping her emotions in check considering this event is turning out to be just as big as Antonio's ceremony was.

Camilo takes a moment to think, his hand wrapping around his mother's wrist gently, an attempt to soothe her which seems to work for a moment. Of course, he was bolting it to the new Panaderia to gorge himself in Buñuelo's and Cocadas, cakes and Conchas. But, as an idea strikes him, he realizes maybe his sweet tooth can do a little good this time around.

— 🍰

( really short lmao writing on tumblr feels so weird & it's so late I'm off my game :,,)

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