Camilo Madrigal x Reader 🦋
The waves were rough as they crashed and overlapped, drawing Camilo in deeper and deeper towards the dark heart of the ocean. The water was endless. He couldn't breathe. He was drowning.
He shook his arms violently, threading through the cold water as he tried to get closer to the bright spot on the surface but he already felt his vision dimming. The moon, his only light source was fading. His body spasmed as it begged for oxygen.
About to give up, he felt the last breath he was holding escape and float to the surface in the form of a bubble. It was pointless to keep trying to swim back up. He had no more energy and was certain he was about to die until... until he saw the shape of a hand extend towards him. It grabbed him and--after struggling--pulled him back up.
Suddenly, he was getting dragged to a shore. He managed to make out the face of his saviour and identified who it belonged to with no effort. It was you. You saved him. He felt the sand on his hands as he sat straight and coughed. You brushed the wet hair off of his face as the coughs became gasps. It took him a few seconds but he could finally breathe again.
"Baby! Baby are you ok?!" He heard you ask urgently. Your face glistened while water beads rolled down your cheeks slowly. Your skin looked so shiny. Like glass. The moonlight behind your head only added to the scene in front of him. So hypnotizing.
But- "baby"?! You'd never called him that. Ever. You weren't dating or even considering dating for that matter. So why did you call him that? Even if it took him by surprise, he had to admit, he didn't particularly mind it...
In fact, it felt... right? For some reason he couldn't single out.
"I am now," he mumbled as he grabbed your cheek, stroking some droplets off.
"Oh thank God," you breathed out in relief and... leaned into his touch. "I am so glad amor!," You placed your hands on both of his cheeks, looking into his eyes for any wince- any sign he could be hurt.
Wow. You didn't even hesitate to call him that. It was incredible. He could feel the proximity. This was his chance. If there ever was one, then it was safe to say this was it. You basically just admitted that, at the very least, you liked him- friends don't call their friends "baby"... much less "amor."
Anticipating the crashing of your lips, he felt nothing. Then he opened his eyes. You weren't there. He looked around panicked as he realized he wasn't in a shore but... in his room. His neck and back felt damp from sweat as he sat up in his bed feeling crestfallen. "It was a damn dream?!" But how?! He thought he had it all. He thought it was real. It felt so real. How could this happen?
He grunted in frustration as he stood up. His throat was dry and he needed a glass of- well anything. As he walked down the stairs, he noticed he couldn't stop the fresh memory from running wild. Repeating itself shamelessly. Your lips on his.
"Aghh!" he whined loudly as he pulled at his hair in annoyance. This was so disappointing and it would unquestionably not leave him alone until it snatched the filaments of sanity from his very being.
But why? That would mean- he wanted it to really happen. That would mean he liked you.
He sighed looking at the glass half full of cold water on his hand, realizing it wasn't farfetched to think so at all.
He closed his eyes trying to relax. So ok, he liked you. Without a doubt. A lot- in fact...
Then it hit him and he choked on his water.
What the hell was he going to do tomorrow?
He couldn't help being awkward for the first few minutes of your earliest interaction that following day. Luckily, he eventually managed to calm himself down enough to ease into the conversation. But he couldn't really pay attention.
He tried--he really did--but still failed to control his facial expressions and found himself smiling at nothing in particular whenever you spoke.
"Hey," you snickered amused. "You're so cheery today," your eyebrows were faintly raised and your lips formed a grin. You had a cute laugh...
"Yeah um- I guess I am feeling different," he admitted.
"Well it suits you," you said nodding. He admired the way your grin turned into a truthful smile and felt the pink blush creeping up his nose.
That was definitely a sign then.
He walked back home still blushing. You'd been so attentive to him and his needs all.day.long and he wished he had held you. He needed to hold you as you held him on the shore... "Stop! That never happened," he corrected himself before he could go on and continue developing his fantasy.
Yeah. He was in deep and he wasn't underwater this time.
The romantic scene from his dream kept replaying throughout the day. It refused to let him go. It clung to his brain until the night hours as he layed, wide awake. He felt confused as to where you stood regarding him. What did you think of him?
The events of the day- every exchange you shared played like a broken record. Over and over. Like you offering your hand for support to help him stand up after you were both on the grass, sitting close together. You'd held on for a few more seconds. The linger of your touch after he stood was enough to summon the blush back to his cheeks.
That mental image- the feel. He swore that, if he concentrated, he could still feel your hand around his. It still tingled. Even if it had been just a few seconds more than necessary- that one simple motion, rivaled the dream he had about you. Both scenes would alternate, taking turns as they played from the beginning in his head. Rewinding every few minutes.
"It had to mean something," Was his only thought as he kept rolling over from side to side on his bed. He couldn't remain in one position. His hands fidgeted with the fabric of the bedsheets as his whole body felt heavy and restless.
Next morning, you were both talking about an upcoming event his family was planning. You noticed he only ever spoke of what he was told by others. This awoke crossness in you because you were curious about his thoughts on it.
"Yeah but what do you think? I care about what you have to say way more than anything they can possibly ever say," you said confidently yet decided to add to it for the sake of not being rude.
"No offense," you looked slightly guilty for being so upfront, especially when it was about his family. But he wasn't offended at all. Quite the opposite actually.
"Really?" He turned to you furrowing his brows.
"Yeah," you calmly shrugged your shoulders.
He smiled wide, looking so thrilled by your answer. "No one ever hears what I have to say except for you. Thank you," He gave in to his desires and hugged you. You were taken aback but hugged back.
He was playful, sure, but he wasn't emotional and hugs from him came pretty scarcely. After a few moments, you thought the hug was over and motioned to move backwards.
"Wait- Don't pull away," he pleaded zealously. He could smell the tropical perfume on your hair and it was so calming to him.
"Uh? Milo? Are you ok-" You were nothing more than concerned. He really was never this affectionate. Camilo had never hugged you for longer than a few seconds.
"I'm fine. Just- please... don't let go. I really need you right now. I never knew how much I wanted this," he breathlessly whispered in... distress? Distress from Camilo?
"Huh? Cam you're... really making me worry. What's happening? Is something troubling you?" You asked feeling the uncertainty grow slowly.
"The image of you is plaguing me," He said in anguish.
"What?" You were so confused. What did he mean? Had you done something wrong? Had you said something insulting?
He was about to possibly ruin your friendship. But he didn't care.
"I had a dream and in that dream you were mine and we were together and it was amazing and I didn't know how much I wanted that to be real. It hurts that it isn't. So why can't it be?" He blathered on before ending in a gloomy tone. Poor Camilo sounded so sad it took you a few seconds to stop thinking about how to cheer him up and instead process what he'd just told you.
He had a dream. You were together in that dream. He wanted you to be a couple? That didn't sound bad. Not bad at all. You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about it... recently.
You took a few more seconds to respond yet, you already knew what to say.
"It can. You just never asked me," you smiled at the idea.
"Really?!" He pulled away from the hug and looked at you with expectant eyes. His excitement was contagious.
"Yes," you chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully. "I don't see why it couldn't."
"So that means that- that we can... be more?," You noticed his eyes were slightly tearing up. Did he really think you were going to say no? You needed a little work in the hinting department...
"Yes Cam. I wouldn't like anything else more," you shook your head to emphasize the meaning. "Now come back here, I don't like seeing you sad," you grazed his eyes to wipe the tears before they got the chance to fall. Eager and joyful, he swiftly embraced you once again, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the smell of your perfume. Thank God he didn't keep quiet!
"So... tell me more about this dream of yours because, whatever it was, it can be arranged," you crooned before winking.
He blushed even more but saying he wasn't looking forward to telling you everything about it would be a lie. What he feared wasn't a dream but a nightmare that would torment him, reminding him of what he could never have, turned out to really be a dream. A chain reaction that led you to be in his arms.
In this era of broken hearts, he tried to grasp for something real... and there you were.
Author's note: Comment if you guys want a part two causee I could do an ✨aftermath✨...👀 so let me know. Also I didn't proofread this so I'm sorry for any mistakes!
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