fics where draco takes care of harry >>> lol anyway, mind the tags before you read !! (all of these are completed works on ao3)
running on air by eleventy7 | 74k Teen
such a good read, i cried the whole time, my first ever drarry fic that i read ❤️, hurtcomfort, auror harry, missing draco
two to lie and one to listen by fluxweed | 84k Explicit
so good omg, sad harry, romione are good people, fake dating but not between the main pair lol, 8th year
something there by 1bad_joke | 27k Explicit
god. this story, sad draco, loving harry, ron/pansy, ginny bashing, beauty and the beast/phantom of the opera vibes, 8th year
at your service by faithwood | 95k Explicit
well written and paced, great characterizations of canon characters, draco and harry work together to solve a mystery, 8th year
forgive those who trespass by lomonaaeren | 135k Explicit
mystery/thriller/horror, so romantic, crazy shit happens man idk, missing romione, harry goes looking for them, draco helps
all life is yours to miss by saras_girl | 114k Mature
beautifully written story, reads like a feel good movie from the 60s, so nostalgic, professors drarry, fell in love with draco
the ordeal of being known by louisfake | 146k Mature
great gateway into drarry, my third (?) ever drarry fic i read, mute harry, skilled legilimens/mind healer draco, dumbledore bashing
eye of the storm by OTPshipper98 | 27k Not Rated
god. i cried and i cried, hurtcomfort, skilled legilimens/mind healer draco, catatonic/comatose harry, i loved everyone in this god.
now i know in part by dodgerkedavera | 39k Explicit
blind and semi-deaf harry, caretaker draco, sad draco, loved the ending, god. draco is so sad, hurtcomfort, draco :(
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some honorable mentions:
the name on your forehead | 10k
the way your say my name | 5k
all i have to do | 9k
what's mine is yours | 17k ❤️
sealed with a kiss | 46k
a pulled down shade | 43k
aural gratification | 10k
most arrogant and loving of men | 30k
house proud | 23k
nor all that glisters | 110k
there's no place like home (unless i'm with you) | 40k
a little bird told me | 18k
the gift | 25k
trouble, my old friend | 21k
anything by dustmouth
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look, ik that most of these are rlly popular fics, im typically really picky about re-readability, but i think i would re-read all of these again if i haven't already ❤️ in some of the fics there are pairings that i dislike and bashing of characters that i like, but good writing is good writing idk wat 2 tell u
if you have fics to recc, drop them!! i typically read everything, but i do have my limits (looking at you draco --- i'm pretty picky about him)
heyy! could u write a insecure camilo one shot/fanfic :)
big leap
camilo x reader : he has insecurities and he's a love struck teenager.
w/c : 1.7k
a/n : i feel like my dialogue doesn't sound like camilo, but here ya go! enjoy :)
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camilo couldn’t contain his beaming grin as he spotted y/n on the main floor. they’re minding their business, carrying a basket full of wondrous treats. who for? probably for mirabel. he wishes it were him though. you see, camilo has this crush on y/n. they are shy at first but loud and boastiest once you get to know them.
camilo had yet to break that quiet shell of theirs unfortunately. mirabel though, she did. the two were quite good friends, which is how camilo noticed them and took a liking to them.
he’d hear the two in the halls of la casa mumbling about this and that and all he could think was, “wow, they’re voice is so sweet.”. and now, he finds himself in an unreciprocated love for someone he hardly knows personally. he only knows them from what mirabel says and what he hears and sees between the interactions made from them and others. and the small, very short, talks the two shared, like when they were asking where mirabel was. they hardly ever talked to him otherwise. which was a bummer. he would love to speak to them, though there didn’t seem to be any reason to go and strike up a conversation with them, plus why would they ever talk to some guy like him.
he felt there was no special to him. yeah, he can shapeshift to any person of whom he desires, but that’s all really. his real self was so boring and plain to look at. sometimes, he wished he was someone else, like when he shapeshifts. sometimes, he wished that he was actually that person. like when he changes to be isabela, he feels and looks beautiful or when he changes into his father, he feels handsome and strong.
“casita, am i a loser?” the tiles around the window did a harsh motion of saying no in its own way. camilo looked down at the plates he was putting out for dinner. they were freshly clean and dried, making him see a bit of his silhouette in the reflection. it was blurry beyond recognition and no certain feature of his showed through, but it was enough to make him gulp and look away.
now, normally he had a better handle over his emotions and the feelings of absolute hatred towards his appearance, but it was simply one of those days where things just seemed more worse than they actually were.
“camilo, are you done setting up the table?” isabela turns the corner into the dining room. he nodded and showed off the plates and cups and cutlery he’d put down with a showoff grin. “perfectly of course!” isabela rolled her eyes and called for her mamá to start bringing out the food. as juleita came walking in with plates of food in both her hands, mirabel and y/n came running in behind, both clearly eager for the food. camilo has to turn around to smile bashfully from seeing y/n abruptly.
“camilo, are you coming to sit or what?” mirabel asked with a chuckle. he did so take his spot across from y/n, which he totally did not plan.
“hey, camilo.” y/n greeted and camilo has to do a double take on his hearing. they greeted him first? he usually did the small and simple hellos. again, not much talking was done between the two teenagers, but that didn’t mean he wouldn't say hello at every passing the two had. though it was always him who said the greetings first, not them. that’s progress if you asked him.
“hi, y/n. how,” he cleared his throat. “how are you?”
“um, i’m okay. really hungry though.” they laughed a little. “and you?”
“i’m great!” he smiled brightly to them, hardly containing himself. though they seemed to smile brighter too once meeting his eyes. that did not help the rapid beating of his heart that he wondered if dolores could hear, even if she was over at the guzmán’s place.
everyone started eating and creating their own conversations among themselves. camilo didn’t know who to talk to, usually he’d annoy his sister, but she wasn’t there to annoy. so, he glanced around, trying to think of which topic to join. none seemed interesting, he couldn’t even hear what mirabel and y/n were talking about. “ah, y/n, how is your abuelo doing?”
“he’s doing a lot better, thanks again for the basket of goodies.” y/n answered his abuela’s question. “of course, cariño.” conversations dispersed around the tables again, leaving camilo blank. he couldn’t pull himself together.
“camilo?” he looked up from his food, he’d already eaten most of it. mirabel and y/n were looking at him expectantly. “mirabel? y/n?”
we’re having a sleepover in tonito’s room tonight, you up to join us?” mirabel asked him and by glancing over to y/n, he could tell they were buzzing with excitement, practically jumping in their seat. “i’d love to! i get the feeling this was your idea.” camilo grinned over to y/n. they flushed and looked away with a coy smile. “maybe.”
his insides were burning from his own excitement, seeing as he was finally going to have an excuse to hangout with y/n, and not only so, but they had invited him to the sleepover. albeit, mirabel did the talking. now he had something to look forward to and to rid his mind of his downing thoughts for a few hours. hopefully.
the sleepover in antonio’s room was incredibly fun. his room was amazing on its own and with all the animals, it was easily one of the funnest nights of camilo’s life. he and y/n got more comfortable in each other’s presence. though camilo did stumble over his words on multiple occasions and had to look away a few times because of the blush he knew would be visible on his cheeks and ears.
the four all together made the night loud and fun. played games like hide and seek, which proved to be insanely difficult and they played truth or dare, which was just funny little dares and pranks made on each other.
now they were all asleep. well, all but camilo. as fun as the night was, that looming anxiety was starting to settle back into him. his eyes didn’t seem to shut. rubbing at them, he figured he might as well get up and get a snack. casita seemed to already know what camilo was up to the moment he stepped out of antonio’s room and had a small plate of food waiting for him on the counter of the kitchen. he was so in his head and eating, he didn’t hear the steps of someone coming up behind him.
“camilo?” said boy jumped and shapeshifted only to meet y/n’s stare. they stood now in front of him with a smile. they looked tired, and he thought they were fast asleep. they stared at one another with no words said for a good minute before y/n spoke softly again, “you, um, you’re me.”
he was indeed them. he took his form back with a frown of having to be himself again. he felt pretty in their form. which, of course, he did. y/n was the prettiest thing in the encanto, even the best of isabela’s flowers couldn’t compare. “why are you awake?” camilo finally asked.
“i heard you leaving.” they answered. they weren’t meeting his eyes and despite spending the entire night in his presence, they still seemed nervous to be around him alone. “and…i just wanted to ask if you were okay?”
“what makes you ask that?” camilo is the one to look away this time. “you just seem down and i have this weird feeling.”
“weird feeling?”
“yeah. like a gut feeling. i’m not really sure how to describe it.” they shuffle on their feet, hand rubbing their arm. “y/n?”
“camilo?”
“want some of my arepas?” they smiled at him and took the half he offered to them. standing closer and by his side, camilo could glance at them with a better view. he began to smile. this is the most he’s ever been alone with y/n and he can say with certainty that he fell even more for them. the question that stood now was if he could confide in them. could he tell them how he felt? would they be there for him? after earlier, he felt closer to them and now they had a friendship bigger than small his and hellos. he could go up to them and make conversation. he had reasons to be near them now. they weren’t just two people who knew each other because of familiar friends, they were friends now.
“y/n?”
“camilo?”
“to answer your question…” they hummed. he didn’t look at them, only kept his eyes on the ground. “i’m not.” they didn’t say anything. he had to look up. they were just smiling softly and had eyes that encouraged him to keep going with his confession. “sometimes, i feel like me isn’t…enough.”
he was taking a leap of faith by spilling out his insecurities to them. “what do you mean?” they asked. they had shuffled closer to him, making it shoulder to shoulder. he took in a sharp breath. “i can be whoever i want and sometimes i wish that i really was them.”
“oh…” they go quiet, either thinking or mocking him silently. he gulps. his leap was too big, wasn’t it? “well, i can't tell you how to feel, but i think you’re enough. i think you’re awesome and funny and more people should be like you.”
even if he was feeling rotten and down, the blush still managed to spread across his face. “thanks, y/n.” though it didn’t help immensely, his troubles lying within appearance, what y/n said to help him feel better did the trick in a way. they thought he was funny and awesome. he smiled and looked up to meet their stare. “you’re awesome and funny too.”
“i know,” he chuckled. mirabel always did say they had a narcissistic side. “shall we head back to antonio’s room?”
“one thing first?”
“hm?” camilo took what seemed to be another big leap and hugged them. they were still and tense for just a moment before putting their own arms around him. it lasted at least a minute. camilo’s body melted perfectly into theirs and the comfort he felt in their arms was amazing. “okay, let’s go!”
again, easily one of the best nights of his life. even if he did have a looming cloud of anxiety over him. y/n made it better.
!the drinking age in Colombia is eighteen years old, that’s why Camilo, Mirabel and Y/N are aged up!
fluff
takes place four-six years post-canon
word count: 6893
!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!
MASTERLIST
“Bartender” (part 1) // “Goodnight” (part 2)
The first time Camilo kissed Y/N was on New Year’s eve when they were both nineteen.
Naturally, the celebration took place at Casita. People were dancing, wishing each other well for the upcoming year and, of course, drinking. Oh, there was a lot of the third one. The minibar (this time with a regular bartender) was constantly occupied. A glass of wine for this lady, a neat scotch for that gentleman. At least a few dozen of bottles of champagne were left empty. Camilo and Y/N were responsible for at least thirty per cent of that.
Ever since the wedding, they had decided alcohol consumption was quite comforting. Getting tipsy was making them carefree and smiley and they liked that. It was quite pleasant. A nice, little, escape from the real world. Now, they never drank without an occasion, that was a rule they both swore to live by. They would only drink on birthdays (not Antonio’s though), weddings, sometimes a good Friday night and New Year’s. And they always went all in.
Can i request hcs of camilo with a shy girlfriend whos super sweet
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.
Y/N handed Camilo the fixed ruana and in return he sat up, faced the girl and gave her a kiss so sudden that it almost made her fall back.
“Dios mío…” Isabela whispered, being the first to gain back her composure.
it was definitely a shock to the entire family when they found out Camilo somehow managed to make you his girlfriend
Isabela still thought he bribed you
you were known for your kind words, behaving and helping
those were the things almost everyone in Encanto associated with you
and for the longest time, Camilo thought about you this way as well
just a nice girl, nothing interesting
but then one day he saw you putting some paprika in Dante’s drink (one of the boys your age, who just happened to insult you a few times) and he knew that there was more to you than you let people see
he became intrigued by you and spared no time in befriending you
you were exactly what he needed, because someone so chaotic and mischievous, should have someone composed and sweet to balance it out
he fell for you, which kinda disappointed him as he always hoped to be the one that people fall for
but it’s okay, he got over it
he won’t be getting over you anytime soon though don’t worry
Camilo will always think that the way you got together was both funny and cute
“Hi,”
“Hi?”
“What’s up?”
Y/N blinked. “Well, me apparently,” she said, looking down at the boy.
Camilo grinned at her little joke, but didn’t stand up.
Y/N tilted her head, opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it. She opened it again, but nothing came out.
“You look like a fish out of the water, mi vida,” Camilo scoffed.
“Cami, why are you on the ground?”
Camilo smiled awkwardly. “Um,” he coughed, looking to the side. “I fell for you..?”
Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. She knew the boy was just joking around like he usually did, but that knowledge wasn’t enough to stop the heat from creeping up her neck and cheeks. She straightened and fixed her skirt flustered.
“Huh…” she mustered, avoiding his gaze and what she assumed a smirk as well.
But then an idea knocked on the door of her mind and she reluctantly let it in. Her heart fluttered, knowing what she was about to do next.
She plopped down next to the boy and laid her back flat on the ground just by his side.
She refused to look at him.
“Princesa, what are you doing?”
With an innocent face, she finally faced him and their noses almost brushed. “Falling for you too, I suppose,”
Camilo smiled with reddened cheeks.
that was it, sweet, simple and very much in Camilo’s style
throughout the first few weeks of being able to finally call himself your boyfriend, he noticed that whenever he held your hand or kissed your cheek, people would look at the two of you puzzled, especially his family and especially his cousins
somewhere along the way he forgot to make your relationship official
he’s a little dumbass
but a dumbass in love
it was just so easy to get lost in you
he would see you fixing Cecilia’s pinwheel or speaking in a soft voice to his sister and something would drop in his chest
it kinda felt like a flower just bloomed right next to his heart
but that didn’t change the fact that everyone thought this wasn’t exactly a match made in heaven
rather made in hell
you were just complete opposites
“Camilo, is Y/N your novia?” Antonio tugged on his brother’s ruana.
The boy looked at the kid. “Um, well, yeah. Yeah, she is,”
And as he said that, he couldn’t fight off the smile that his lips curved into.
Antonio pursed his lips in thought. “Why?”
“What do you mean why? I like her, she likes me. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”
“It really doesn’t,” said Mirabel, who walked over, overhearing their little conversation. “She’s too good for you.”
Camilo hit her arm.
He bit his lip, afraid his smile would reveal just how wrong Mirabel was. He didn’t have the guts to tell her that it was Y/N who switched the lenses in her glasses that one day. He wouldn’t want to change her opinion about his girlfriend.
It was amusing to him really. That Y/N was so sweet and shy and kind and all other angelic adjectives in everyone’s eyes. But she showed him her devilish side that she kept a secret for so long. And he knew that the girl who hid behind those beautiful eyes and warm smile, was the one for him.
Camilo kinda liked knowing he was the only one to know all that. Made him feel special, she made him feel special.
“Oh, believe me prima,” he said. “She’s just right.”
after some time, it was clear to everyone that you’re just about the best thing that happened to him
he was becoming a better son, brother, cousin, even nephew or grandson
you seemed to fit into the family like a lost puzzle piece as well
becoming a second daughter to Pepa was practically inevitable
she liked you a lot, but because she was afraid she’d scare you off, she kept distance at first
she had the tendency to be an emotional disaster after all
and seeing her oldest son growing up so fast just added to that
storms, snow and wind were quite frequent at first
one time Camilo wasn’t around and you happened to be in the Casita waiting for him
you knew that Camilo always brewed tea for Pepa during one of her episodes
so you did just that and visited her in her room with a cup of tea and some biscuits
the tea was horrible, but Pepa appreciated the thought
and since then the storms were happening less often
there wasn’t a person you weren’t nice to without a reason
but it wasn’t always a good thing
people sometimes took you for granted, used you or manipulated you, it was never serious, but that didn’t excuse them
what Camilo noticed was that you rarely get repaid for your kindness
and he was willing to pay off everyone’s debt
“What’s the occasion?” Y/N asked warily when her boyfriend handed her a bouquet of flowers. Her mind started going places as she tried to remember if today was important.
Anniversary of some kind? No.
My birthday? No, I should now that, dios.
His birthday? No, that makes zero sense.
“Does there have to be one?” he asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet with a smug smile.
“So.” Y/N put the flowers down, making a mental note to put them in a vase later. “What did you do?”
Camilo gasped offended. “Mi vida!”
Y/N blinked. She raised her brow at him and crossed her arms. “You want me to believe these are just a nice gesture? Nothing more?”
Camilo wore a serious expression and walked over to Y/N’s bed at which she was sitting and sat next to her. “Yes.”
Y/N dropped her arms and her face changed from suspicious to puzzled.
“That is exactly what they are,” he explained, grabbing her hand. “Why do you think you don’t deserve to have something nice done for you?”
“Um,” Y/N muttered.
Words got stuck in her throat. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to blink the new formed tears. She looked away, not knowing how to react. “I- Well,”
“Okay, you know what?” Camilo wrapped his arms around her and gently pushed her down onto the mattress. Once she was lying down, he rested his head on her chest. The grip on her waist tightened. “We’re staying here today.”
“Wha- The whole day?”
“Yep.” he took her hand and motioned for her to play with his hair. “Consider this your day off from being Encanto’s angel,”
She was sure her cheeks were hotter than the sun by now. Y/N rubbed Camilo’s back and looked down at him with a smile that expressed all the words of gratitude she wanted to say.
He was right. She didn’t have to be an angel all the time. Today, she’d be a devil. Let her be selfish and enjoy the presence of the person who cared about her more than anything as he proved today.
see, this relationship worked because you both had something the other needed
your angelic side rubbed a bit on Camilo and his devilish one on you
he would absolutely do anything for you, because you deserved the world in his opinion
so I thought of a really cute ideaaa and I have been hooked on it since.
so you know how camilo always goes for seconds for food?, But like- what if he goes for seconds for kisses tooooo
like after you gave him a smooch he like- follows you till u give him another one?
"second smooches"
summary:
— Camilo is known to always have seconds for food but when you come around he's always asking for second smooches
genre:
— fluff
notes:
— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me if I got something wrong.
warning/s:
— none
a/n:
— hiiiii omg i'm sorry if this request was hella late but i hope you like itttt
Whenever there was a celebration or fiesta being held in Encanto, the Madrigals were often invited. Mostly it's because they're one of the most powerful families in the entire town but instead, it's because they were incredibly lovely and good company. The Madrigals are known to be extremely bubbly and kindhearted so there wouldn't be a reason why someone would not invite them in the first place.
However, there is one particular member of the Madrigals that would consistently remain in everyone's memory. Aside from the eye-catching yellow ruana that he's often wearing and his dashingly charming presence and looks, the Madrigal is famously known to have a huge appetite. Especially during events that offered a ton of food.
Enter Camilo Madrigal, the second child of Pepa and Félix Madrigal, and one of Alma Madrigal's beloved grandchildren. Gifted with shapeshifting, Camilo wasn't easy to miss in Encanto. He's always helping around town whether it would be assisting townsfolk or playing with the children, he'd always have a helping hand. The locals found the boy extremely cheerful and endearing, Camilo frequently put on a dramatic show with his shapeshifting abilities. His family remarked that he was a natural-born performer.
Being a natural-born performer came with many perks, one of which was having a line of suitors and admirers. It was no denying that Camilo struck the hearts of many in Encanto, one could possibly find it hard not to fall for the Madrigal. Although despite having a hundred others waiting in line, Camilo only fell for one person.
It was one of the Madrigals' fiesta, of course, everyone was welcome to attend. There was music blaring and people dancing, others were talking, and the remaining went to get a bite to eat. Camilo was in the last category. His tía Julieta made sure to cook more than needed for people who had strong appetites like him. As he happily loaded his plate with seconds of food while his mouth watered, he happened to catch someone walking by.
And for the first time, Camilo stopped drooling over the food to look who it was.
It happened so quickly. His eyes meet [Eye Color] ones, his jaw went slack, and the beating of his heart went miles per second. It was you walking by with a generous amount of food on your plate, but he didn't pay attention to it. He was distracted by the way you were giving him a toothy smile.
"Coming back for seconds or should I say thirds?"
You mused at him. Camilo gulped, his face felt so tingly and warm but he knew what this feeling was. He chuckled and ran a hand on the nape of his neck.
"Being everyone's favorite performer sure does make me hungry"
"I figured. I'm [Name] [Surname] by the way"
"Camilo Madrigal"
Camilo confidently went in to grab your hand and kiss it. All of a sudden, he shapeshifts into you as if it would impress you. With a laugh, you grabbed his hand.
"Everyone knows the shapeshifter but I'm dying to know who he is beyond it"
"Then be my guest, amor"
It was that fateful fiesta that the two of you fell for each other. Camilo felt lucky to have met someone who appreciated him for him and not just his shapeshifting gift. After a couple of dates and dinner with both of your families, you and Camilo became official.
You and he became the constant talk of the town, both negative and positive. Not that it bothered you, all it mattered was that you were in love with Camilo. And Camilo cared less what the locals would say about you and him, he only focused on you.
The Madrigals have discovered something new about the shapeshifter after he started dating you. Not only does he go for seconds with food but with kisses from you. Dolores was the first to see it. Her brother was giggling with his lover after they gave him a kiss.
"Can I have another kiss, mi amor?"
He asked and you leaned in to give him another, he was giggling all over that it made Dolores roll her eyes and hide a chuckle. Mirabel also witnessed the act, she practically saw you and Camilo making out two times. Safe to say she almost gagged. Lastly, Bruno happened to walk in Camilo begging for second smooches in the kitchen.
"¡Por favor mi querida! Just one kiss"
"Mayber later, Camilo. Oh, hi Bruno"
"...Uh, I'll just head out and clean my rats"
Camilo was obviously the PDA type and you love him enough to grant his wishes for second kisses but you have the modesty to hold back, especially when there are a lot of people present.
On this particular day, Camilo was busy with his chores so he hadn't made any time to see you. But after diligently finishing all of his duties, he literally sprinted to your house to see you. The moment he knocked on the door and you opened it, he threw himself into your arms.
"¡Te he echado tanto de menos, [Name]!"
"It's been only hours but it feels like you're seeing me after a century"
"It felt like it"
You only laughed at your boyfriend's dramatic antics as you invited him inside. The two of you hang out in your room, talking and cuddling. Camilo was busy telling you random stories about his day as you contentedly listened to him blabbering. After that, Camilo started giving you that look. He was giving you puppy dog eyes and a pout.
"[Name]?"
"Yes, my darling?"
Camilo giggled and puckered his lips and you knew what he wants. You shake your head and lean in to give him a small kiss on the lips. His mood bursts with energy after you kissed him. Suddenly, your parents call for you downstairs and you had to pause the cuddling session. Camilo followed you down the stairs as you were instructed to do some quick chores. The shapeshifter followed you around the house like a lost puppy until he gave you that look again.
"Not now, Camilo"
"Pleaaaase?"
"Later, after I finish my chores"
The boy didn't quit following you all over the place nor dropping that pouty look. As you finished your chores, Camilo excitedly bounced over to you with gleaming eyes. You put your hand on your hip and shook your head.
"You really won't stop until you get second smooches?"
"Never. I'll follow you to the end of the world if it means I get my second smooches"
"Ay, you're so stubborn, Camilo"
With that, you grant him his second smooches and he literally jumps all over the place, honestly, you wouldn't get tired of giving him a second round of kissing if it means seeing him this happy and adorable.
⌜Tactus Mortis | Chapter 16
Chapter 16 | EPILOGUE: Muerto a la vida⌟
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In the days that follow, the community of Encanto comes together in a way it hasn't before.
The Madrigals, always seen as the pillars of strength, now show a vulnerability that draws people closer rather than pushing them away.
Your father—a constant presence by your side—helps bridge the gap between the past and present; his stories of your mother and the life you've led serve as a reminder of the resilience that runs in your family.
Camilo, in particular, remains a steadfast figure in your recovery.
The two of you find moments of quiet amidst the healing chaos to discuss the events; the conversations often stretch into the night under the canopy of stars that seem to watch over Encanto with a renewed sense of guardianship.
"It's strange," you begin one evening, your voice a soft murmur against the gentle rustle of leaves, "to think of how much fear and pain can lead to... this. To healing, to understanding."
Camilo nods, his gaze thoughtful as he watches the play of moonlight through the branches."I think... I think it's about finding the light in the darkness. About not letting fear win."His eyes meet yours, and there's a depth there, an acknowledgment of the journey you've both undertaken.
"You were there," you say, the words heavy with unspoken emotion. "Even when I couldn't see you, even when I... I was lost. You were there."
Camilo's hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a grip that's both comforting and grounding. "I'll always be there, Y/N. That's what families do, right? We stick together."
The simplicity of his words—the sincerity—strikes a chord within you. This moment, this connection, feels like the beginning of something new—a foundation built not on the magic that runs through your veins or the gifts that define the Madrigals, but on the mutual care and understanding that has blossomed between you.
As you hummed in agreement, repeating "Stick together," softly, your eyes locked onto his, finding a depth of emotion that mirrored your own. His gaze softened, a tender warmth radiating from him that made your heart flutter in your chest.
Slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, Camilo raised your intertwined hands, his lips brushing against the back of your palm in a kiss so gentle it sent shivers down your spine. The action, so filled with care and affection, coaxed a giggle from you, your face warming with a blush that deepened the longer you gazed into his eyes.
Those eyes, a mesmerizing mix of green that you could indeed get lost in, held you captive. The freckles that scattered like stars across the bridge of his nose, each one a constellation you longed to trace, drew you in closer. And his lips—those soft, inviting lips that had haunted your dreams with the promise of what could be.
With a breath that trembled with anticipation, you reached up to caress his cheek, marveling at the softness of his skin under your fingertips. "Can I... Can I kiss you?" you whisper, the words barely escaping before doubt could silence them.
The question seemed to take Camilo by surprise, his smile faltering for a heartbeat before it was replaced by a look of wonder, his cheeks dusted with a blush that made him even more endearing. "Of course you can," he whispered back, his voice laced with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
In the next moment, your lips met his in a kiss that felt like coming home. It was soft, sweet, and filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that had built up between you.
Camilo's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, enveloping you in a warmth that seeped into your very soul. You melted into the kiss, each gentle press of his lips against yours sending waves of happiness coursing through you.
As you pulled away, the smile on Camilo's face was radiant, his eyes gleaming with an adoration so pure it took your breath away. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch sending a thrill through you.
The world around you might as well have ceased to exist, for in that moment, there was only you and Camilo, bound together by a kiss that had sealed a promise of togetherness.
"Can I kiss you again?" you asked, your voice filled with a joy that bubbled up from deep within.
"Mi corazon, do you even have to ask?" Camilo laughed, his voice rich with affection.
You giggled, the sound mingling with the rain around you, and leaned in once more. This time, the kiss was filled with a playful passion, a celebration of the connection that had grown between you.
As the night deepens, you and Camilo continue to talk, the conversation meandering through hopes, fears, and dreams for the future. It's a balm to the soul, this sharing of selves, and you find yourself smiling, genuinely and freely, for the first time since the ordeal began.
The path to healing is long and winding, filled with moments of doubt and pain, but also with moments of incredible beauty and strength. You and Camilo, along with the Madrigals and the entire community of Encanto, are walking this path together, each step a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.
And as dawn begins to break, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, you feel a sense of peace settle over you. The events that transpired have changed you, changed Encanto, but in the end, it's a change for the better. For in the face of darkness, you've all found a way to shine brighter, to hold onto hope and to each other.
In that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Camilo would face them together, bound by love, laughter, and the unshakable belief in the strength of sticking together.
A/N: Thank you all for supporting me on my lil book ❤️❤️.
I can't wait to get back into writing for other fandoms. see you guys on my next book! hint: It's set in BNHA 👀: 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ᵇⁿʰᵃ
having a soulmate connection that requires you to write on yourself in order to find your said soulmate is sweet and all; until your mother banned you from writing on yourself.
it was an innocent mistake, sure. you were like five, you didn’t know how to draw scissors, and with a lack of paper in front of you: your arm was the next best option. turns out, scissors and a male reproductive part can look real similar at the ripe age of five.
not writing on yourself wouldn’t have been hard at all. maybe scribble on yourself with a crayon (that doesn’t show up like a marker or pen) and just use paper at every given second, and that plan worked great for the first thirteen years of your life. so, how do you explain the random drawings that show up on your skin? The drawings that you most definitely did not draw.
you had to do some digging. in this world, almost everyone has a soulmate, with some exceptions. all those drawings now had a source: said soulmate.
these happened almost everyday for the next three years. you soulmate clearly was trying to get in contact, but you were having none of it. your mom had made it clear that you would not write on yourself. but, how desperately did you want to draw something back. that's all you could really do. names, phone numbers, and especially addresses never showed up on skin. almost like the universe wanted to make it just a little bit more difficult (it most definitely did).
you didn't really want to go to karasuno high school, it's just the only one that was close enough to your dads job. then again, it was either this or aoba johsai. you had gone to kitigawa first, so you've had your fair share of those idiots.
"first day of school a success?" your mom asked. her voice was soft, welcoming. school was fine. you had almost gotten slammed in the face with a basketball because you weren't looking where you were going. that one's on you though.
"it's better than i expected." you didn't want to be down here long. already pissed off and tired from having to even be in school. homework was already assigned and your clubs' activities were about to start up.
walking up the stairs, you felt a tingle on your arm.
it had been a couple months since your soulmate had last written. normally something simple like due dates or maybe a really crappy dinosaur drawing. this was the first time you looked and genuinely couldn't make out jack shit.
the drawing, if you could even call it that, was a bunch of sports calls. at least that's what you could make out. letters like: MB, LIB, WS, and SET were written all up your arm. the one thing you could make out was a small note— 'orange shit head -> angry dude = point.'
like the hieroglyphics weren't confusing enough.
"okay..." you sighed, "he's a sports? guy?"
months passed and no new clues came up. for the first time, you were enamored in figuring out who your soulmate was. you knew he was maybe in the grade above you, based off of the extensive formula that came up on hand the other day. he was definitely in sports. he also had a weird obsession with dinosaurs.
he's no artist, but the little things he doodles were definitely adorable.
it was your clubs meeting time, nothing all too pressing. planning out the next community event and such.
so when you get a tingle on your palm, you look down excitedly.
"a brachiosaurus with glasses and a volleyball on its head...?" you mumbled. no one paid much attention to you. maybe this was your chance.
slipping out of the club room, not all that discreetly, you just started walking. there was no plan to where you were going. it started slow, but then a sprint. you felt like you had put two and two together.
tsukishima was never privy to having his soulmate respond to him. that's just how it was. he also didn't care enough. who is the universe to tell him who is the perfect match for him?
sure, he would doodle and write notes on his hands and arms, but he never expected a response.
volleyball was one of his main focuses, even if he didn't want to admit it. that being said, he never wanted to stay late.
the team was packing up and so was he.
he felt a horrible tingling in his hand. his first thought was bug bite, maybe his hand was asleep? because there is no way that it's what he thinks it is.
he looks down, his hand is partially blue. blue ink splatter all on his hand.
"shit." you whisper, running to the nearest outside fountain. your pen had totally busted on you. now your blouse was messed up and you had a partial blue hand.
tsukishima slides open the gym door. and there you are.
hand slightly blue, mirroring the stain on his hand. and in your palm, the dinosaur tadashi had drawn on him earlier.
tsukishima makes a playlist for every date that you guys go on. every single one. they’re each simply titled the numbers of the date, with the description featuring a little blurb about the location or a favorite memory, like “9pm nosferatu showing. she tripped over air and sent our jumbo popcorn flying across the theater” and makes the cover a candid that he sneaks of you.
he won’t tell you about this, but one time when you’re trying to add a song to the queue on the drive home, you discover them, scrolling through his playlists, only to find yourself embedded in his listening. the number of songs each playlist has can vary, but they are all unique and hyper specific. classical music under the date you guys had at an art museum, bad bunny and rauw for the night you dragged him to a latin club, all of your favorite musical hits during your broadway watching marathon— the list doesn’t end.
he side eyes you inquisitively from behind the wheel when he notices the tears brimming your eyes. “what’s wrong with you?” he asks without malice, ever curt.
he can’t hide the blush that creeps up his face as you turn the phone, reddening with a murmured curse. your wobbly smile doesn’t falter as he grasps the phone out of your hand, returning his eyes to the road as he quickly clicks the off button. “we’re listening to the radio now” he says gruffly, fiddling with the knobs on the dash.
“i love you, kei.” you speak quietly over the random commercial song that fills the car— your punishment for finding out his little secret.
“yeah, yeah.” he replies, still unwilling to look you in the eyes again yet.
you pinch his cheek over the center console, eager to tease. “and you love me too, you sap.”
“yeah.” he sighs, pulling your fingers away from his face to intertwine them with his own, before placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand.
sorry i’m forever in love with this man he haunts my waking hours I love u lover boy tsukki <33
as cliche as it sounds, you were his next door neighbour. even in such a small community, he never saw you leave your house, or at least when the thought popped up in his head, nor has he ever seen you at school. the only time he does get a glance of you is when you're in your bedroom, the opposite window to his.
he really doesn't mean to take a peek, but when you have your curtains and window wide open, it's inevitable that someone would see you. and that someone 100% of the time was him. coincidentally. he's seen you studying, dancing in your room, cleaning up, and– oh, that sounds creepy, doesn't it?
and when his curiosity is piqued in the morning, he can't help but stop and stare at your front door, as if you could walk out any moment, but you never do. it takes yamaguchi calling his name to get him to snap out of it before he closes his eyes, shrugging it off while adjusting his headphones.
it's been five years since you confessed to your boyfriend, tsukishima kei. and your relationship remains to be a secret to everyone except his best friend tadashi who became your friend too after he found out that you're dating kei.
you remembered confessing to him with a handwritten letter and a few dinosaur stickers inside the envelope. and with the letter, you also gave him a strawberry shortcake which you only heard from tadashi that kei likes. you couldn't believe it at first, really. that tall and salty, human incarnate of french fries actually likes dinosaurs and strawberry shortcakes?
but when you saw the way his eyes lit up even a small fraction, you thanked tadashi for giving you a few hints and a little help.
and now, that you are in your second year of college. kei took anthropology as his course while you took something that aligns to your interests. the both of you attend the same university, separate departments and buildings, but you still tried your best to make some time for each other. though, in the most discreet way possible.
you also joined the student body as the treasurer to have some incentives which caused you to have lesser time with kei. but it's also an advantage to not get caught. the two of you talked about it and decided to settle on having dates during the weekends or on free schedules.
because of this, it's a bit of a hassle to joggle your academics, org duties, and your dating life. it's fine though. at least you're happy with what you're doing. when your academics are too much to handle, kei helps you with finishing some activities and projects despite the fact that he also have some of his own. when you're too busy with org works, he understands and is patient with not being able to have dates with you. but when you're free and he's also available, he makes sure to make the most of the time that you're together.
nobody would have believed you if you said that you're dating the tall and mean anthropology student because your personalities doesn't match at all. but despite this, he's pretty popular with the ladies because of his good looks and intelligence. he receives a lot of letters, flowers, and chocolates during february and even on random days he'd still get a love letter that's been passed around the whole campus.
and while he's popular with the ladies, you're quite known around campus too because of your reputation as the student body treasurer. it's also because you're very likeable due to your carefree attitude, kindness, and sincerity. it makes a lot of people fall for you and can become very troublesome at times since kei is a very jealous boyfriend.
there was one time when he saw one of the varsity players in the basketball team approach you and confessed his love to you before a ball game and asked you to be his girlfriend after their win. you declined him and that caused a small bump in your reputation but it went away after a while since they found out that the varsity player was actually an asshole.
kei was furious though. you had to cancel some of your schedules for a whole week just to spend your time with him. dates, cuddles, plenty of kisses, homemade strawberry shortcake. everything that he liked. and after that week, he have been nothing but sweet to you. randomly making tadashi give you small notes with sweet messages in them as a thank you for what you did simply because of his jealousy.
so, life for you is pretty good so far.
until it isn't. temporarily.
first off; the activities, reports, and projects that your professors have been giving are way too much. you've been multi-tasking it with org works, but it's way worse lately. second; your university's foundation celebration is coming up and you're now thrice as busy than normal days. and third; you barely have any time for kei and it's eating you up alive.
it's been a whole month since you've had a date and you see him only a few minutes in a day, and that's you being lucky because you usually don't see him at all. on weekends, you have to finish your school works that you don't even talk much to kei anymore. and you're the yapper in the relationship so it's pretty much silence every time that you meet up.
he must have grew tired of it too since he said that you should postpone any dates for a while up until your schedule is clear. and it made you feel so bad.
and now another problem have risen for you.
the student body escort has taken a liking to you and is openly showing that he wants to court you. you tried to avoid him but he made excuses to help you with org tasks because he's also a member of the student body. hopefully, kei won't hear of this. you hoped. you prayed. you wished.
but of course, he heard about it. and now, he isn't replying to your texts or answering your calls. he's completely ignoring you. you did try to ask tadashi to tell kei to talk to you but it's no use. of course it isn't.
so now, you're just trying to clear up your schedule to finally have some time for kei. but this escort is such a nuisance, trying so hard to have you date him already. and the other student body officers are pushing you to the guy too! word began to spread all over campus about it, so everyone is shipping you with him now and it's infuriating.
if only you could shout to the world that you're already dating someone and that it's the one and only: tsukishima kei!
you were just wishing as a what if, really. what if you finally reveal your relationship to everyone? that was just a wishful thinking. just your delusional thoughts. at two in the morning.
but maybe you still have hope?...
on a random wednesday morning, you went to university at early in the morning, as usual. the students greeted you, but it felt strange today for some reason. they were whispering and shrugging around too which made you very curious about what may have happened. and when you got to the office, you expected the student escort to be present, but he wasn't. thank goodness!
all throughout the day, you've been nothing but confused. you finally submitted your finished tasks and activities so your schedule is finally a little more open, but org works still weighs more than the other things in your schedule. after your final afternoon class, you headed to the office and was surprised to see everyone inside turn their heads to look at you with curious and surprised looks on their faces.
"hey! i'm so sorry! i shouldn't have shipped you with our escort!" the secretary started off and bowed in a respectful manner while the president followed, and another, until everyone of them were apologizing to you about whatever it is that they're apologizing about.
you waved your hands and blinked furiously. "wait, wait, wait! i don't understand. why are you apologizing for trying to link me with the student escort? did something happen?" you asked and saw how they all looked at each other then looked back at you.
"well, your boyfriend posted a whole album of your photos together on the internet and cleared up the issue about you and the student escort." the student president said and chuckled before some of them squealed in excitement and playful bantering.
then, one of them continued. "we didn't know that you've been dating the tall and blonde guy in anthropology, though. he's pretty antisocial. no offense!" she added and whatever else that the others added suddenly blurred into your ears as you realized what they just said.
tsukishima kei. posted an album on the internet of your photos together. revealed your five year relationship. all to clear up an issue about you.
oh my gosh.
you immediately excused yourself from the others and ran all the way from the main building to the anthropology department and asked around to look for kei's class or where he was. and when they said that he was in the library, you practically sped ran there.
pushing the library doors open, you looked around and saw that he was at the far end of the library. reading a bunch of books with his headphones on. you first asked for permission to the librarian if you could make a little noise just for today then ran towards kei without waiting for her response.
you didn't let kei prepare for your intrusion, you immediately jumped onto him and giggled while wrapping your arms around his neck and pressed a bunch of kisses all over his face. "kei! you told them! you told everyone that we're together!" you whisper yelled and felt his hands rest on your waist after pulling his headphones down his neck and looked at you with that fond expression on his face.
"yeah. i saw how you've been struggling with everything lately, especially with that boy. so, i helped out a little." he said and wrapped his arms around your waist while your hands cupped his face and pressed your lips together into a chaste and simple kiss. "little? kei, you just revealed to the whole world our relationship that we've been hiding for five years. that's not little, at all." you rebutted.
he only shrugged and rubbed his nose against yours with his eyes fluttering close as he tightened his arms around you and inhaled your natural scent. "yeah. but you're the one who suggested to hide it from everyone, you idiot." he spat back but had a smile across his lips which only made you laugh softly.
while you're at it, you also apologized for not being able to give some time to him. but you already had a lot of plans to do with him since your schedule already cleared up for the most part. and now, you could enjoy your personal time with him. dates, cuddles, plenty of kisses, and homemade strawberry shortcakes as usual. you could also have a date in public now. and you took that into a whole other level.
so, everywhere you went, kei would be with you. you practically flexed the fact that he's your boyfriend to everyone. and he's proud that you're being like this. it meant that he won't have to be jealous of anyone ever again. be it a varsity or a student escort.
