Camilo Madrigal×Male Reader

•Meeting Camilo

Woo let's goooo
Guide:
(Y/N)=Your Name
(F/C)=Favorite Color

"Oye, (Y/N)!" Your Abuelo Fernando calls out to you from the living room, sitting in his rocking chair with a decorative blanket draped over his legs. You peer over the corner of the wall that connects to your kitchen as you're washing the potatoes for your sancocho. "Yes, Abuelo?" You ask, stopping what you're doing and drying your hands with a towel as you walk into the living room. Your abuelo looks over to you with an apologetic smile on his face, the corners of his smile lines wrinkling. "Could you please get my slippers?" He says quietly, shakily pointing over by the door where his slippers were. Setting the towel down on the table, you hurriedly grab them, going back to him and sliding them under his feet. He sighs and reclines back in his chair, gently wrapping his soft and elderly hand around your forearm as you stand up. "Thank you, mi nieto."

You nod, smiling and holding your lower back with your free hand. "It's no problem. Do you need anything else?" You say, slightly tilting your head. He stares off into space for a couple of seconds, thinking. Eventually, he nods as well, looking up at you. He coughs, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "Perdona." He mutters, coughing a bit more. "I need you to go get us some more rice, I forgot to tell you earlier." Your abuelo says hoarsely, rubbing his chest before he reaches over and takes a sip from his glass of water.

"I'll go get some now. You'll be okay..?" You were always hesitant about leaving your grandfather alone by himself, especially since he turned 85 a couple of weeks ago. He can only walk a small distance before he has to sit down, so most of the time you're at home taking care of him. Unfortunately, neither your mother nor father was in the picture, which meant he had to take care of you for almost all of your life. You had always commended him for that and looked up to him as a very hard-working man that knew how to provide for his family.

Your abuelo nodded once again, giving you a grumpy look. "You act like I'll turn to ashes as soon as you walk out the door, son." He chuckles lowly, patting your forearm. You tsk, placing your hand on your hip. "I know, I know. But I worry about you, Papa." You say, exaggeratingly rolling your eyes. "I will be okay. I promise." He reassures you. Sighing, you scratch the back of your head and close your eyes. "Alright. Just...if anything, please yell for me. I'll be here in a heartbeat."

"I know you will, Nieto. Now go before it gets too hot out, the sun is blinding today." Your abuelo lets go of your arm, making a shooing motion towards you. You laugh lowly, taking your (f/c) ruana off the rack and slipping it on. You put on your sandals as well, going back to your grandfather and hugging him. He gladly accepts it. "Te amo." You mumble.

"Te amo tambíen, (Y/N)." He mumbles back, pulling away from you. Grabbing your cloth bag, you give him one last wave before heading out the door and into the streets. You stand in front of your house for a moment, letting the warm sun hit your body. Looking around, you see the usual. Just everyone doing their own thing, working. After basking in the sun, you start to walk down the bricked roads that lead to the markets. Only a few people say hello to you, as you don't go out too often. You hold your hands behind your back as you walk, staring up at the mostly clear sky, seeing a toucan or two flying off into the distance. You, being kinda stupid, forgot where you were going and bumped into a rather broad man. "AYY-" You squeal out, falling onto your backside in an ungraceful way, the back of your head hitting the pavement.

The man jolts forward as you bump him, turning around and gasping. He sucks in through his teeth, looking down at you in concern. "Are you okay?" He asks, quickly shapeshifting into a teenage boy as he reaches his hand out to you. You sit up, holding your head as you open your eyes. Very confused, you look around for the man before eyeing the boy right in front of you. Your face drops as you realize you just ran into a Madrigal. Honestly, you weren't sure which Madrigal he was, but you knew he was one of them. You stand up, frantically fumbling out an apology. "I-I am very, very sorry, I was in a hurry and-"