Y/n's POV:
*knock* *knock* *knock*
"Come In!" You heard your grandmother's sweet voice coming from the other side of the door to which you knocked on.
As you opened the door, you were surrounded by the colorful room of your grandma's bakery. Her room.
"Hey Grams." You smiled sitting on her bed that was near her rocking chair, where she was sitting and knitting.
"What is it that you need, honey?" She questioned, looking up at you slightly.
"Do you know why my mother had and I have gifts like the Madrigals?" I asked her.
"Ahh. I was wondering when you were gonna ask me that." She paused.
I looked at her with hope. She put down her knitting, focusing on me completely.
"About 50 years ago, my best friend fell in love with a man. Her name was Alma Madrigal. She and him were deeply in love, and they had triplets. But, we were forced out of our town. Forced to run away. On our way, we were stopped, and her lover was killed. He gave his life for ours. At that moment, I had to hold my friend back from running to his corpse, and as I did that, her candle was blessed. Blessed with a miracle. One that created this town and gave her children and grand-kids gifts, powers, once they came of age. But, as time went on, we realized that it blessed my family too. Giving them gifts as well. That's how you got your gift, Mi Nieta." (My granddaughter)
"Wow.." Is all I could manage to say in that moment.
"I hope that helps Y/n/n." (Your nickname)
"It does. Thank you, Grams." I nodded slightly and left her room.
I walked down the hall, pass our mini living room and normal kitchen. Stopping at the bottom of the stairs and taking a left. Then, walking past the bakery kitchen and into the front room where my dad is standing reading a book called "Spanish for beginners"
"Hi, dad." I spoke, him looking up at me.
"Hola, Mi Perra!" He smiled brightly.
"Oh papá." I shook my head.
"What?" He asked confused.
"'Perra' means dog dad." I told him.
"Oh. Then how do you say 'Little Kitten'?" He asked, looking down at his book.
"'Gatita' is how you say little kitten." I tell him, laughing slightly.
"Ahh, okay. I'll work on that. How'd it go with your grandma? Did you get your answer?" He asked me.
"Yep. Got it from a blessing. The same one as the Madrigals, actually. But I need to get back to work. Thanks for running the counter while I was talking with grams." I thanked him and kissed his cheek before grabbing my apron.
"No problem, sweetie. Back to the kitchen I go." He said then walked back into the kitchen.
I stuck my hands in the pockets of my apron, feeling the piece of paper I put in there pulling it out and looking at it. It was a photo of my mom from when me and her went to the library. She was writing a song while I was just reading, I had taken a photo of her.
I missed her so much.
The ringing of the bell on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Shoving the picture back in my pocket, I looked up to be met with dark green, breath taking, eyes.
"Hola." He spoke. I finally realized who I was talking to. Camilo Madrigal. The shapeshifter. I've never actually talked to him. I've only ever seen him or heard stories about him from my grandma.
"Hola." I say back.
"I don't think I've ever seen you before. Who are you?" I knitted his eyebrows together in confusion.
"Oh! I'm Lola's granddaughter. I just moved here with my dad like a week ago, I think." I answered.
"Lola's granddaughter... Your name must be Y/n then, right?" He pointed at me as he said my name.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" I asked.
"I've heard stories from your grandma." I laugh at this before he continues, "The words she used to describe you do not make up for your true beauty."
"Ha, Ooh, don't think that flirty act will work on me. I've heard stories too." I tell him smiling.
"No jokes! I swear!" He puts his hands up in surrender.
"Alright, but I'm watching you. What do you need, lover boy?" I ask him.
"4 baguettes, Mi Amor." He says swiftly. I grab him 4 baguettes and put them in a bag. He hands me the money.
"Thank Mi Vida." He says, walking out.
This is gonna be a good day.
Hi, again. I hope you enjoyed this. Have a good night/day! -Gwendolyn
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Mi Amor (Camilo Madrigal x Fem!Reader)
FanfictionYou are Y/n Y/l/n. It's been a year since your mother, Amelia Y/l/n, has died. Your father, John Y/l/n, and yourself have moved to Encanto, which was your mother's hometown. You came to live with your grandma, Lola Y/l/n. She runs Lola's Bakery in t...
