Camilo Madrigal×Male Reader

•Antonio's Ceremony

I apologize in advance if you get diabetes this chapter. also, I will be fixing the Spanish and adding translations for previous chapters
Guide:
(Y/N)=Your Name
(F/C)=Favorite Color

"Mi amor!" Camilo called out, peeking into your kitchen where you were chatting with Abuelo, serving him a cup of his herbal tea. You look up just as you set the cup down, waiting for Camilo to proceed with what he was saying. He nudges his head towards the living room, beaming widely. "It's ready." He said. "That quickly?" You asked, hurrying out of the kitchen. And, just like that, your living room was back to normal, freshly painted and clean. Your door was back, and brand new window shutters had been installed, all within an hour or two. You stare at it in amazement silently, placing your hands on your hips. Camilo chuckles, giving you a side hug. "How is it?" He questions, hoping that it was up to your standards. "Even better than before." You say, half smiling and rubbing the back of your neck. Camilo suddenly remembers something, slightly bouncing up and down in excitement. "Oh! Wait wait, one more thing!" He said quickly, covering his hands over your eyes from behind you and leading you outside. "Camilo, what are you doing?" You ask, cautiously taking one step at a time. "Sh sh shhh, it's a surprise." He hushed you, guiding you out carefully. Camilo twisted you around, slowly taking his hands off your eyes and resting them on your shoulders. "Tada! Whaddyu think, papi?" The front of your house was decked out in brightly colored potted plants, the steps that connected to the door now had a railing for Abuelo, and at the top of the door held a rectangular wooden plaque, painted beautifully with the words "Familía Hererra" in purple and yellow. You let out a breath of air as you admire how wonderful your home looked, smiling as your eyes lay upon the plaque. "It's perfect..."

"I hope it is enough to make up for my wrongdoings for right now, but I promise you there will be more gifts in the future." Abuela said, coming up to your side and smiling. You were still iffy about her, but, nonetheless, she did fix your house. You slightly take a step closer to Camilo, nodding nervously. "T-Thank you, Señora Alma. You and your family did an amazing job. My grandfather will be excited, especially about the railing." You say, Camilo gently caressing your back for comfort.

"Mami, the ceremony!" Pepa chimes up, an anxious-looking cloud floating above her. Abuela's eyes widen, clasping her hands together. "Yes, how could I forget! (Y/N), please, come to Antonio's ceremony tonight with your grandfather. There will be nothing but joy and laughter." She leans in to whisper. "And, of course, food." She giggles, her bottom eyelids crinkling as her cheeks raise. "I-I..." You stutter, not knowing whether or not to accept her invitation. You remember what she told you last night, eyes zipping around at different things as you process your thoughts. Camilo notices your hesitation, delicately taking your hand. "Cariño, it's okay." He says calmly, squeezing your hand a bit tighter. "I won't let anything happen to you or Abuelo, I promise." He tells you lowly. Taking in a breath, you nod, accepting Abuela's offer. "Okay, we'll be there."

Abuela grins wider. "Excellent! Now, we must get going. There is much to do. Start making your way to the casita by noon, but do take your time. There is no rush." She explains, softening her expression. "Until tonight, (Y/N)." And with that, the Madrigals start to migrate back to their home, Camilo staying behind to talk to you for another minute. He sighs, slicking back his hair. "I am not ready for this, and it's not even my ceremony." Camilo expresses his frustration, sliding his hands down his face and groaning. "Hey, Antonio's a good kid. Have a little faith in him." You say, gently punching Camilo's arm. Camilo rolls his eyes, rubbing his arm. "Yeah, you're right... I just don't want him to be disappointed if he doesn't get his gift." He mumbles, looking down at the ground. You tsk, punching his arm a little harder this time. "Ow-" He yelps. "Don't think like that! Of course, he's gonna get his gift. He's your brother after all. And, besides, if he doesn't, you'll still treat him with the same amount of love as you did before." You scold him, pursuing your lips. Camilo shapeshifts into you, mimicking what you were saying in a childish tone. "Meh meh meh, don't think like that, meh meh meh-" He mocks, moving his hand like a puppet with every word.