Camilo Madrigal×Male Reader

•Confronting the Madrigal's

ik i said i wouldnt write anything depressing but papa just can't help himself yk what im sayin sayin
Guide:
(Y/N)=Your Name

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow mi amor." Camilo says lowly as he leans his forearms against the windowsill, reaching up and pecking your lips. You return the kiss, brushing his hair back out of his forehead. Both of you pull away as you flip up Camilo's hood over his head, adjusting it. "Just be careful, it's almost morning." You tell him, letting go of his poncho. Camilo blows a raspberry, rolling his eyes nonchalantly. "I'll be fine. You worry too much, baby." He said, crossing his arms with sas. You hum, resting your chin in the palm of your hand. "You sound like my grandpa." Camilo chuckles, softly taking your hand and sweetly kissing the back of it. He continues up your arm, making loud smooching noises as he does. You laugh through your nose quietly, smiling as you wiggle your arm out of his grasp. "Camilo!" You yell in a whisper to him, the skin on your cheeks heating up. "Okay, okay! I'm done for now." He grins, letting his hands fall to his sides. "I'll see you later."

You give him a small nod, fiddling with your necklace. "Be safe." You warn him once more. Camilo slyly blows you a kiss. "Love you~"

You pretend to catch it, "tossing" it over your shoulder. "Love you too~" Camilo looks at you overdramatically offended, placing his hand on his forehead and throwing his head back as he scoffs. "How could you..?" He whimpers in a high-pitched voice, letting out a fake sob. You raise your eyebrows, watching his reaction blankly. Camilo sighs, dropping the act. "Alright, I'm going..." He mumbles, slumping his shoulders. You reach your head out the window, quickly pecking his cheek. "Have a good day for me, m'kay?" 

Camilo almost instantly perks up, touching the spot where you kissed. "I will, (Y/N)." He gives you a little goodbye wave, stepping over a pile of leaves as he exits the back of your house. You eye him as he goes, sighing dreamily, and closing your window shutters. Camilo sneakily makes his way back to the casita, having to shapeshift only a few times in order not to be seen by a couple of people. Eventually, he makes it back home, very cautiously opening the front door and tiptoeing inside. He turns around to close it, but as soon as he goes to swerve back, he's met face to face with Dolores. Camilo yelps, but thankfully Dolores quickly smacks her hand over his mouth. "How many times do I have to tell you not to sneak out? Do you know how much trouble you'll be in if you get caught?" She barely whispers to him, furrowing her brows. "No, actually, how much trouble we'll be in if you get caught? Abuela will kill me!"

Camilo removes her hand off of his mouth, wiping it with his sleeve. "Who said anything about getting caught? If you can keep your mouth shut, we'll be a-okay." Secretly, Camilo had been sneaking out of the house late at night to see you for the past week. And every time, Dolores heard him. She heard everything. She knows everything. And, frankly, she's had to restrain herself from almost blurting it out to the whole family. Dolores didn't mind your relationship one bit, but with the constant questioning from Abuela, it's been hard for her not to say a word. Dolores glares at her brother, placing her hands on her hips. "Me!? Do you know how much Abuela has been nagging me since that dinner? Every day she's been asking me to listen in on what you're doing, asking me where you are, asking me if you're somehow still talking to (Y/N)." She points a finger at him. "Which, you are."

Camilo stares off to the side as she scolds him. "I-I know, just..." He stutters, struggling to explain it to her. "I can't help it. He's a really sweet guy..." Dolores sighs, folding her hands in front of her sympathetically. "Listen. I know what it's like to not be able to have the one you love, but..." She gingerly places a hand on his shoulder. "I don't want the family to disown you either. You've seen how Abuela is, and you know how much power she has over us. So, please..." Dolores brings Camilo in for a hug, him slowly returning the embrace. "Let's be careful. Both of us." Camilo sighs heavily, pulling away from the hug, and looks up at his sister. Dolores holds out her pinky. "Promise?" She asks. Camilo nods, wrapping his pinky around hers. "Promise."