𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Step into the Sunlight

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→ Summary: Camilo is the center of your universe. The sun shouldn't pay attention to Pluto, but he does.

→ Genre: Camilo Madrigal x Introverted!Reader | No pronouns | There's mutual pining, there's a little angst, there a lot of shy fluff it's all very light-hearted.

→ Warnings: You call Camilo dummy twice.

→ Word count: 1.3K / Less than 7 minutes read

The village works as its own little universe, at the very center is the Madrigal family, the sun of everyone else's planets. It is what it is and, honestly, no one seems to mind. How could they? It is not something up for discussion. The planets go around the sun. No one ever thinks "hey maybe the sun should let other's shine once in a while".

If someone asks you though, you wouldn't completely agree. The sun of Encanto is Camilo.

Anyone with eyes can tell, really. He goes around town with a smile on his face and a sunny disposition; ready to help anyone who needs him. He grabs children in his arms with eyes flooding with a warmth anyone would love to bask in. He brings life to every street and every house.

Even he seems to know his place in the center of their universe, always wearing that bright-colored poncho of his that makes him impossible to miss.

And miraculously he remains humble. Never demanding others to regard him differently, instead, he strains himself to help everyone around him.

You are close to him, friends even. But you really want to grow closer to him, and apparently, so does everyone else in a hundred-mile radius, if the way everyone flocks toward him is any indication. By the time you've even considered getting closer and gathered the necessary strength to strike a conversation, he has already disappeared in a sizeable crowd of people.

You sigh and stand on your tiptoes in hopes of seeing over the crowd. You start to consider weaving through the crowd but the mere idea of it is so outrageous to your brain you give up on it before even trying it.

You give the crowd one last longing look before you take off and, impossibly, Camilo’s eyes meet yours. Despite the warm sun rays on your back chills run through your entire body. You try to smile at him. He brightens, giving you a goofy smile back.

You laugh. The action is enough to startle him and make him lose his grip on his power for a second. He disappears from your field of view before appearing again. This time he looks determined, and he tries to —very gently— push his way out of the crowd.

The villagers notice his attempts and balk at them.

“Camilo, wait!”

“Wait Camilo, we just want to talk!”

He hesitates for a moment and you consider walking away to keep him from worrying about talking to you. You see the second an idea comes to his head. It’s all too obvious really, his subtle expression changes give everything away.

“Please excuse me, I want to talk to Y/N.”

Your face heats up at the same time the town’s eyes shift to you. You reconsider the “taking off” plan again, it sounds so tempting right about now.