"What? I can't say we don't have a house?"
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ALL THE ONESHOTS ARE GENDER NEUTRAL UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE!!
Just as the title suggests, this is a Camilo oneshot book. Mans got barely six minutes of screentime and we all caught the brainrot...
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SYNOPSIS - The one where Camilo is having an identity crisis, and [Name] comforts him. <3 TEARS! COMFORT! LOST GIFT AU! (No gift after the house is fixed)
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Camilo looked at his hands.
"José." He thought.
He squeezed his shut eyes, moving to stand in front of his mirror, hoping, and praying to see someone else standing there.
He opened his eyes, and it was him.
"Dios Mío," he covers his face with his hands, trying to ignore the doubt and guilt settling in his stomach.
The gifts of the Madrigal family had been gone for a while now, and it seemed like they weren't coming back anytime soon- some were devastated, some were delightfully surprised, and some lived in fear over whether or not they were really themselves without their gift. Guess who.
Sighing, he went to sit on his bed before he heard a knock at the door. Sighing once more, he held in the tears that came so often nowadays and trudged to his door, attempting to put on a mask of happiness so he wouldn't worry anyone.
He opened the door, "Hola, Camilo!" You waved at him and smiled, excited for the day you'd both planned for. "Hey, [Name]." He weakly smiled and let you in, closing the door behind you. "I'm almost ready, I just need to put on mis zapatos." He walks towards his closet and with his back turned to you, his smile drops and is immediately replaced by a frown.
You notice his irregular behavior- usually he was a lot more energetic! "Uh, estás bien, Cam?"
You watch as he freezes in his spot, stood upright and shoes in his hand. His arm goes up to his face, and it drops back down, shakily he replies: "..sí."
You walk towards him, "Camilo?" Placing a hand on his shoulder, you turn him around and are partially shocked to see his tear stained cheeks and the red eyes you didn't notice before. "Camilo!" You whisper shocked.
He doesn't say anything as tears well up in his eyes and his breath hitches, avoiding your gaze and looking elsewhere. "Camilo, Camilo," you talk softly, cupping his cheeks, "what's wrong?" You bite your tounge after almost calling him 'cariño'.
"I- I just-" tears begin to fall faster and he covers his eyes with his sleeve, accepting your hug as he drops his shoes and reciprocates your actions. He quietly sobs into your shoulder and you hug him tighter, feeling his tears stain your shirt.
Your stomach churns and you feel sick, what could've possible made him cry like this? Whatever it was, you wanted to crush it. You rub his back in circles and ignore the fast beating of your heart, whispering little reassurances in an attempt to calm him down, waiting for his cries to stop.
When he finally calms down, you hesitantly let go of him but keep a hand on his shoulder. "..are you ready to talk about it?" You tilt your head at him in sympathy as he avoids eye contact, nodding. Sitting down on the floor together, you ask if you can pack his hair for him, knowing he likes it when you do. He sniffles, letting out a soft "Yeah," and you commence.
He sighs deeply at the feeling of your hands in his hair and finally begins, "I don't know who I am anymore, ever since the gifts went away.. I never realized how much I relied on my gift to make me feel good about myself. It was everything I am." He pauses, "but now.. it's gone. And I feel like.. like someone who doesn't deserve to be in this family. It-it feels like I'm the only one who's just a nobody without their gift. I feel so empty, and useless. I know I shouldn't.. but I can't help but ask.. do I even deserve to be in the position I am now?" He shakily breathes in and you can't tell if it's because of his previous tears, or your hands in his hair.
Gathering your thoughts and finishing the prolonged hair-tying process (that you totally didn't take longer on than usual to help him feel better), you speak up. "Camilo.." you scoot to the other side of him to see him face to face. "I swear, if anyone deserves to be in this family, it's you. The fact that you're so concerned over not being able to help people anymore shows your true colours, and how much of an amazing and considerate person you are. I don't know how it feels to lose something so essentially to your being, but I promise you'll find yourself and someday you'll know who you are." Slowly reaching for his hands and holding them, you grin that he doesn't pull away, but instead intertwines your fingers. "Te lo prometo, I'll be with you every step of the way. Okay?"
He softly smiles at you, "..okay." he sighs deeply, "Gracias, [Nickname]."
"De nada, Camilo."
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Author's Note: HIII TY TO NezukosBraincell FOR REQUESTING THIS !! I LOVED WRITING IT :)THIS CHAPTER WAS PARTIALLY INSPIRED BY THE YT VIDEO ABOVE !!! its been on repeat for me lol it's so GOOD and ADDICTING TO LISTEN TO
I SEE SOME OF YOU ARE GETTINF THE CODE 😏 ANY COMMENTS THAT EXPOSE IT WILL BE DELETED I WANT EVERYONE TO FIGURE IT OUT FOR THEMSELVES !! if you've figured it out already <3333 muy inteligente <333
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