Camilo x Male Reader - Boy in the Window (Part 4)
(part 1)(part 2)(part 3)
Plot: A paranoid and lonely boy falls in love with a shapeshifting member of a family he’s scared of.
Trigger/Content Warning: Enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, injuries
A/N: Thanks for all the support! But please don’t call me "bestie" it’s a very triggering phrase for me.
Pain.
You felt… pain.
All over. It throbbed. You could feel every inch of your body on the edge.
You had finally regained consciousness. You opened your eyes suddenly, jerking upwards causing even more pain.
Surrounding you was a bare white room with it’s windows open. Bird songs came in through the open window, as if heralding your arrival. They flew off, all in one direction.
You noticed a plate next to you, a small plate with some arepas on it sit next to a candle. Next to the stand is another bed, and another, and another.
Absent-mindedly, you grabbed an arepa off of the plate and took a bite, letting it’s delicious taste fill your mouth.
As you chewed, you slowly started to realize where you were. This room was barely used, but it was utilized to house injured and unconscious people who were unable to eat Julieta’s food.
Julieta’s food is something you vowed not to eat. After all, your father told you it was poison. But now that you discovered the truth about him you’re not sure what to think anymore.
As you swallowed the arepa, a question entered your mind. Who cooked those arepas?
You moved to force the food back up your throat and out of your mouth, but it was too late.
The pain went away.
You dropped the arepa in shock, the food landing on the floor. Quickly, you moved to get up but the door was opened by… someone.
You turned and bolted toward the window, only to be stopped by a warm and familiar hand.
"Calm down," Camilo said, "I think you’d best not be moving too much, you just woke up,"
You cautiously accepted his hand and he lead you to the bed, where he gently gave you a pat on the hand and looked at you with his warm, gentle, caring smile.
No… no! The Madrigals… they’re not evil but… after everything you said about them… you don’t deserve their kindness.
You reel away from his hand, to which his face drops slightly.
At this moment several birds came in, carrying two cups, two saucers, and a container filled with what you assumed was tea.
…wait wha-
"Tell Antonio I said thank you," Camilo said, and the birds flew off.
You knew the family wasn’t evil, but… learning one can control animals still made you nervous. It made you panic.
You started to hyperventilate, clutching the sheets as you broke out in a sweat. You had to get out of here, you had to go home.
Camilo seemed to notice this, grabbing a hold of your shoulders and giving them a rather relaxing massage.
"Nonononono… deep breath in… deep breath out…" Camilo muttered. His voice was soft and you could feel the tension leaving you. His hands felt nice, too. You hadn’t had someone touch you in a long time.
"That’s it… there we go," he said, backing off. He handed you some tea, which you hesitantly drank. The tea warmed you up.
"So, uh…" Camilo started, his face flushing, "What’s… your name?"
Your breath caught in your throat. You were dreading this moment.
"Y/N… Y/N L/N" you said. Camilo suddenly stopped drinking, swallowing his tea before saying your name again.
"Y/N… I… I remember you…" he says, tears welling up in his eyes, "Remember? The town was gathering for Abuela’s birthday and… and dad took you away… after I… I-I… I wanted to play and…"
He wrapped his arms around you, crying into your neck.
"Why didn’t you… you write back…" he sobbed. You were taken aback, but nevertheless returned his hug.
You thought about it for a little bit… write back?
Those letters… the ones in your father’s room. They were from…
"…you?" You said aloud, "Those letters were from you..?"
"Wh-Wh-What…?" Camilo stammered through his tears.
"D-dad tore the n-names off," you stammered, starting to get choked up, "H-he never… he… he hid them from m-me…"
You began to sob, too. Camilo clutched onto you as you began to remember the day you met Camilo as a child.
You remembered calling out to him in the early morning through the window, trying to see him once again.
You forgot, but now you’ll never forget anymore.
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You walk next to Camilo, the two of you bonding over random things. Camilo tells you about fond family memories, and you laugh as he morphs into his various family members to tell the story.
The sun was setting, and you were on your way back to your house. You were reluctant to leave his side but… you had to.
"Wanna… hang out tomorrow?" Camilo asked, rubbing up next to you.
"Yes! Of co- I mean…" you halt yourself, "Sure…"
The two of you embraced before you return to your house. You go over to the window and open it, watching as the fluffy haired boy walks down the street.