Fairy Tales // Camilo Madrigal X Reader

[10] Luminous

Holding my face in his hands, he observed my features with concern.

"What's happened?" He demanded, yet his voice was soothing and low.

He figured me out.

I pulled away from his hands and averted my eyes elsewhere. My arms still hugged my body, insecure about the fact that I'm still standing in front of him with a towel.

"N-nothing, I was just thinking too much today." I admitted, but he proceeded to give me a confused expression. I stepped away from him,

"Camilo, please. Just go back home--"

"I'm sorry." He whispered and I heard his voice crack a little as he said this. My ears perked and I looked up to see his face full of regret.

Why?

"... I didn't make it on time to put a damn smile on your face. I-I didn't expect to be busy all day, building a new home, Y/n." He stepped forward and I stood there watching him. "Please, just tell me... What's wrong?" He reached and held my bare shoulders. As I stared up into his caramel tinted eyes, I saw what a mess I was in the reflection. Suddenly something got caught in my throat and next thing I knew my emotions took the best of me.

I closed my eyes and hugged myself tighter, leaning my forehead against his chest so he wouldn't see me crying.

"Camilo..." I whimpered and that's all I could bring myself to say. I sniffled and he froze where he was, surprised by my sudden action. Crying softly because I was afraid to stir the stars awake, we stood in that position for a long while. He managed to gather enough courage to pat my shoulders in a comforting way, rather than hug me. I guess he was still processing me in a towel. He would gently shush me and it magically worked.

"Hey," he says softly in my ear with a hint of reassurance in his voice. I didn't pull away from leaning on his chest because I truly didn't want him to see my face right now. He awkwardly patted my shoulders as he did the past couple moments ago,

"... You feel like gossiping with the moon again?" He asked in a hushed, playful tone. I shook my head because I was honestly tired from all the anxiety that made my heart run all day. He eventually pushed me back from hiding my face and when he managed to do so, he tilted his head to observe me. I avoided eye contact and he pouts his lips,

"How can one be so enchanting despite crying all day?" He questioned in his signature flirtatious voice, and at his stupid comment I couldn't help but scoff. He reached and wiped my tears with his thumb and with the back of his hand just as a grin played on his lips.

"Y/n, let's walk under the stars tonight. Let's forget about today and look forward to walking down that aisle again tomorrow!" He says and his hands traveled down my arms to grab mines from being wrapped around my body. I turned my attention to him, and seeing how desperate he wanted to go out into the night, I gave in.

• • •

He led me outside, just like he wanted to after I had put some clothes on.

"Ya know, that towel did you good." He smirked and stuffed his hands into his pocket. My face felt stiff and puffy from crying just moments ago. I shook my head in disbelief at the cheerful boy who walked backwards in front of me.

"Will I be able to see you in it again?" He pushed his luck with a brow raised high on his forehead. I rolled my eyes, yet a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips.

"Camilo, pretend you never saw me." I pleaded quietly as we strolled down the sleepy village. He clicked his tongue aggressively at my plea.

"What? How am I supposed to pretend I didn't just see a girl crying in a towel?" He asked, obviously hurt that I ever asked him to do such a thing. I shrugged my shoulders,

"I don't know, just stop thinking?" I asked and he suddenly threw me a dead panned face as if to say, really? I cracked a smile and he stopped walking backwards and came to my side,

"By the way, where are we headed to?" I asked, glancing up to see that we were walking away from the whole village. "You're not gonna murder me, are you?" I joked and then laughed when I saw his face.

"W-what? Why would you ever think-- no!" He argued and shook his head. I playfully shoved him,

"I'm joking." I said and then took a deep breath of the cool crisp air, allowing it to fill my lungs and purify it. Eventually we arrived and the walk took a little longer than I thought, but a walk was definitely needed.

He had me close my eyes and I fought him about it, but eventually he convinced me to. He held my hand and we walked a little more before he stopped us,

"Okay, open." He leaned in to whisper in my ear. A chill ran down my body, but I brushed it off just as I opened my eyes. White magnolia trees surrounded us, the flowers glistened in the moonlight and the breeze made them dance, welcoming us. My jaw dropped and I slipped my hand out of his to wander around in awe.

"Camilo," I gasped and turned to him, seeing his triumphant expression. "How did you find this place?" I asked and he shrugged and approached me,

"You wouldn't believe me when I say this," he crossed his arms when he came to my side. His eyes traveled up the large tree in front of us and as if at perfect timing the wind shook the trees and the pedals fell, enhancing this moment and making Camilo seem even more beautiful. My eyes widened at the sight of him, his side profile, his lips, his lean figure. This was the boy who wanted me?

"It was like, they called me here just before I first met you." He admits and tilts his head to meet my eyes. My pulse increased at his presence and suddenly all my problems melted away into the early night of this bliss.