HI SO UM IF YOUR TAKING REQUESTS HERES MINE: it’s a Camilo fic when the reader and Camilo are dating secretly and since Dolores hears everything she knows and when she gets nervous or whatever about it she spills it to the whole family at dinner :) (idk if that made sense but if it did- great :))
Summary: Camilo’s biggest secret, his relationship with you, gets found out by Dolores, who spares him no mercy when she tells their whole family at dinner.
C.W: A tiny bit of angst, but there’s never much in my one shots, so mostly fluff
Camilo tiptoed his way past Encanto’s limits, disguised as just another one of the many people running about as he avoided the prying ears of his older sister. He looked back once, making sure Dolores was not near enough to hear where he’d be, before diving into the treeline and out the other side, weighted picnic basket in hand. Ducking under outstretched branches and stepping around thorny thickets, Camilo found himself not too far from the riverbank, shifting back into his own form as he rushed out into the clearing.
There he saw you, all nicely dressed, waiting for him turned towards the river. Your hair shined in the sun’s glow as you kicked your bare feet in the into the water, splashing distractedly towards the other end. A small, mischievous grin settled on his lips as he creeped up behind you, shifting the basket hanging from his arm. It would have worked too, if you hadn’t spun around quickly with a grin of your own.
“Camilo!” You yelled, causing said boy to jump and shift— from you back to himself, and you once more then back to himself one final time— before calming down enough to shoot you a playful whine. His act didn’t falter even in the face of your bright smile, though he moved closer to wrap you in his arms gently this time, placing down the basket nearby.
“Mi corazón, you frightened me!” He cried, as if he hadn’t planned to do the same, pulling you so he was all but laying his head on your lap. You pet his hair placatingly, pressing a kiss to his forehead that shut him up.
“And you weren’t trying to scare me just now?” You hummed knowingly, eyebrow raised in suspicion as you bore into his dark, twinkling eyes; ever so slightly green in the sunlight. Hie face warmed quickly, looking away from you as you brushed his hair out of his face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mi Vida! I was simply…” He trailed looking back up into your loving eyes before looking away, cheeks warmer than they were before, “…simply going to hug you!”
His curly hair pressed against into your lap, his bottom lip jutted in a pout as you moved to kiss him on the side of his head with a mirthful chuckle, “Uhuh, of course, mi Amado— totally.”
Instead of replying, he simply pushed closer into you, pout still prevalent, “You can’t make fun of me today, I brought the food..”
“You already bring yourself every time though, mi regalito,” You teased, watching joyfully as Camilo shot up with a burning face; his pout swapped with lips tightly pursed in a flustered expression.
“You can’t—“ He sputtered, hiding his face in the nook of your shoulder, the sun shining on his back, “—You can’t just say something like that!!”
He wrapped his arms around you, feeling the way you laughed with all your chest as you returned his tight embrace.
“But it’s true!” You insisted, still bright grin moving to kiss the bridge of his nose. Instead of replying (though the warmth spreading through his freckled cheeks spoke enough) he took an arepa con queso and gently held it up to your mouth. After a loving laugh (that Camilo certainly did “not” find cute), you took a big bite and hummed in delight.
In your loving hold, surrounded by sunlight and silence, Camilo found peace as he fell ever deeper in love with you— the beating of his heart growing louder with every second.
In the town, Dolores had stood frozen as she singled out her brother’s laugh from far beyond the limits of Encanto, giving out a small squeak as it clicked in her mind when she heard your voice reply.
“Oh,” She whispered, doe eyes wide as her lips pursed. She lightly pulled on her skirt, turning around to whisper into Mariano’s curious ears, “I think mi hermano is with someone.
He should have known better, he tells himself, fists balled around his ruana as he watched his sister beside him, begging her with his dark eyes to please not tell— just this once— but he knew it was a fruitless endeavour. The moment abuela opened her mouth to ask what Camilo was staring at her so intently for, Dolores was already spilling everything she’d caught, words a thousand a second,
“… and then it clicked! I heard Camilo on a date outside of Encanto—“
“It-It wasn’t a date!” Camilo tried to argue, but even he knew that lie was one of his worst attempts at one. His whole face was burning, his voice cracking at the first word, dread settling in his stomach as he shot his head down to his fists balled in his lap. Despite the sound of blood rushing in his ears, he could hear distantly the sound of someone’s chair (and another one right after) being pushed back, squeaking against Casita’s floor.
He expected to be scolded, to be forbidden to see you again and to be told to stop loving your gorgeous smile— but instead he felt his mamá’s arms tackle him into a hug, his father’s pulling both of them into a tighter squeeze.
“Mi Tesoro,” his mamá cried, pressing her face against his hair, “My baby, all grown up.”
His father chuckled, gently shooing away the cloud dampening their hair to keep from getting them both soaked, a proud grin on his face, “Mi Vida, you’re getting him all wet!”
Camilo shot them all the same shocked expression, brows furrowed with his mouth agape as he turned to his father; his mother all but holding him still as she sobbed into his hair. Another rain cloud soon came after, but one more of gentle hail than it was of rain.
“You’re not… mad?” He whispered, voice not betraying the way he felt. His entire family shot him proud grins (his tío Bruno even gave him a shaky thumbs-up) and his Abuela nodded her head fondly when he met her eyes.
“Why would we be!” His father laughed, rubbing Pepa’s shoulder as she continued to hold onto him, faintly hearing her murmur something about him and Dolores growing up too fast.
“Sorry,” Dolores sheepishly added, though her expression was far too joyful for her to be truly sorry. Beside her, Mariano hummed encouragingly, giving him much more confident thumbs-up.
“You have to introduce us, Camilo,” his mami announced as she pulled away, cloud still over her head as bits of hail melted in Camilo’s hair, “I can’t believe you’ve never even told us!”
The rest of the night had basically been spent as an impromptu game of “20-questions”, one where his family had an unlimited amount of them and he had to give more than one word answers— really, it was more like an interrogation than anything, though filled with laughter and mirth. He hoped you’d find your place in this joy too one day, as a member of la familia Madrigal.
A/N: Wooooh!!! That took longer than usual to write!!! As always, thank you for the request!!! Sorry if this isn’t as good,,,
stormborns
izzy806
ellievsbear
annaxmalina
jbbartram-illu
dededos
tangentwithtanner
