A/N: This is the beginning of the second book! Newsflash: it takes place roughly one year after the previous book ended, and I'm so sorry to those of you who asked for this but - Camilo and Y/N aren't married yet ): But there are plans put in place for that, so don't worry! Basically, Camilo is 18 and Y/N is 16 (almost 17). I'm pretty sure this is legal in Columbia but google sucks at explaining things so... once again, there's no smut or anything so in my book this is fine. Delores and Mariano are married, and Isabela and Jude recently got engaged. Also, the title does have a meaning... but not one you will understand in this chapter. Enjoy!
You stretched out on your side in your room you had all to yourself, the morning sun glaring in your eyes. Dust filtered through the rays of light like tiny fairies flitting in front of you. You had finally gotten your own room after everything settled down last year, and you adored it. You had enlisted Camilo's help to paint it (F/C) back when Casita built it.
"Wake up, sleepy head," Pepa instructed from outside your door as she made the rounds, awakening the house. "Julieta's making breakfast." You stumbled to your feet, hastily dressing. Tara, your now rather friendly wolf dog, trotted over, her claws clicking against the floorboards. You patted her head absentmindedly, combing out your hair hurriedly before rushing outside excitedly. Today was the anniversary of your mama's death, and you intended to enjoy it.
Of course, you felt sick to your stomach at the thought. But you quickly masked it with joy, pretending you were pleased about it. You should be. But you weren't.
Your papa had left before you could meet him, crushing you. What little hope had been returned to you when you discovered your mama was controlling him had just as quickly been snatched away. There were rumors that he had gone back to his father's old town.
Jude was so upset he had hardly come out of the room he shared with Isabela for days, and you had forced yourself to be strong for him. You pretended your papa leaving hadn't even affected you, which if of course shouldn't have. You didn't even know him.
But you had wanted to.
"Cariño!" Camilo swept you into his arms, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead. You smiled, breathing in the familiar scent of his yellow rauna as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Finally decided to wake up, sleepy-head?"
"You sleep in later than me most mornings," you said with a laugh, rolling your eyes. "Sloth*."
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"(Y/N)! Can you help Carlos and Lucía? They're trying to build their own house and it's not going well, but I've got to move the church."
"Sure, Luisa. Good luck!" You jogged off to where your two friends were struggling to nail a board into place, laughing at the lopsided structure of the unfinished building. Lucía scowled, her determined expression darkening.
"It's easy for you to mock us when you have a built-in house - you don't have to move away from Casita," she grumbled, running her fingers through her lengthening black hair. "Lucky."
"I know, I know," you said quickly, stepping forward to help balance the piece of wood. "Sorry. I'll help you."
The day passed quickly, filled with laughter and teasing.
"I'm still waiting on news of your engagement," you called behind you as you made your way back to Casita, grinning.
"Welcome back, Mariposa," Felix announced grandly when you arrived back at Casita. You made a confused face at him, and he laughed, switching back into Camilo. "You fall for it every time." You rolled your eyes, reaching out and snatching his hand as you walked into the large house.
"(Y/N)," Alma said absentmindedly as you walked in. "And Camilo. I would suggest you steer clear of the kitchen. Isabela isn't feeling very well."
"Oh. Is Julieta helping?" you asked when Camilo appeared unconcerned, nudging him with your elbow. He simply raised an eyebrow.
"She's... trying."
"What is wrong with you?! She's your cousin!" You berated Camilo as you walked to the kitchen despite Abuela's warning.
"She's a drama queen is what she is," Camilo said with a snort.
"I can't!" Isabela cried as Julieta tearfully pushed an arepa towards Isabela's tightly sealed lips. "Mom, I'm hungry, but I..." Isabela eyed the food mistrustfully, clutching her stomach. "My mind won't let me eat it."
"You have to eat!" Julieta cried. "You haven't all day! This is serious, Mija!"
You quickly pulled Camilo away from the commotion, eyes wide.
"Poor Isabela," you breathed, looking over to see Camilo wide-eyed.
"Does she..."
"She must," you said, nodding. "Unless she's just feeling sick. Let's hope that's the case." You sincerely hoped she didn't have anorexia - you knew how badly that could ruin someone's life, even resulting in death. Even Julieta's bread couldn't change how someone saw their body.
Mirabel came around the corner from the kitchen, eyes red and raw. When she looked up to see you and Camilo, she quickly stumbled back.
"Oh, hey, guys..." She looked as though she wanted to say more, but instead bit her lip and scampered away. You turned to Camilo in confusion.
His hazel eyes locked onto yours.
"Something's wrong."
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Beautiful Bruises ~ Camilo Madrigal x Reader
FanfictionY/N has been raised in Encanto on the family farm for her whole life with her Papa and older brother, Jude. Her mother disappeared for quite obvious reasons when she was 7, leaving her Papa angrier than ever. Although Jude is there to protect her mo...
