Encanto x reader oneshots

Madrigal fam x reader: Run pt. 3

I stood there, not daring to breathe or blink. The man that was standing only a few feet in front of me always found me someway somehow. He used to be my best friend, but ever since joining the police, he's changed.

I'm all he looks for. I'm his goal, like a trophy. If he wins me then he gets to be promoted or gets more money. I couldn't honestly remember. My heart shattered. I just wanted my best friend back.

"Y/N?" he called out to the silence. He had the same sweet tone when he knew I was upset. My heart wanted to run out and give him a great big hug, but my brain told me otherwise. I knew what he was doing. He was trying to manipulate me. It was tempting to be honest, but I held back.

"Look I'm sorry," he said. "I know you probably think that I'm trying to capture you, but I just want out friendship back." He turned and looked around. "Please?" 

I subconsciously moved my foot before another police man brought me back to reality. "Stop lying," he said. "She's not here. Luckily the Madrigal's aren't really mad, more annoyed. Let's go."

My ex best friend rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I was hoping she would fall for that."

Once I knew for sure they were gone, I fell to my knees and started crying, something very unlike of me. He tried to pull the threads he knew would drag me back. If it weren't for that other man, I would've gotten myself caught. It was like a knife kept stabbing me in the heart over and over again. I ran away from home to protect my family and I. I don't even know if they're still alive or not. 

All I did was run. From the police, the government, and my own feelings. I didn't have time to process any of this for years. I didn't know what it was like to be truly happy, let alone have relief once in a while.

"Y/N?" a different voice asked. It was Camilo's, he had a very recognizable voice.

"Yes?" I whispered.

He opened the door and saw me on the ground, crying. Sympathy immediately filled his eyes. "What's wrong, chica?" 

I shook my head, not wanting to answer, thinking the reason I was crying was stupid. I was stronger than this. I shouldn't be crying.

"Well," he sat down in front of me, "I promise not to judge and if you don't want to talk about it, I won't pressure you."

I looked into his hazel eyes and pulled him in a hug. A hug I had not felt for what felt like eternity. I started pouring out my guts to this boy I barely met but felt like I could tell anything to. He sat there and listened, hugging me back. Normally I could tell by people's body language if they didn't care, but Camilo actually sat there patiently.

"I'm sorry," he whispered after my rant.

I wiped my cheeks. "It's stupid I know-"

He cut me off. "You've been running away for years, not getting a well deserved break. Y/N, I think it's time you relax."

A/N: There will be a part 4, don't worry.