Mr Pretty boy {Camilo Madrigal x M! Reader

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TW! SLURS

The next day came, I walked downstairs after a refreshing shower.

"Y/N."

I gulped as I turned towards papá.

He sat on the couch, staring daggers at me.

He slammed his hands on the table. "Why were you kissing that Madrigal boy at the ceremony or whatever that is?! I didn't raise you to become a dumb fag!"

My eyes widened at his words. 'How did he even know I was kissing Camilo in the first place?'

"W-What are you talking about?" I stuttered. I knew I had let my guard down.

"You really did kiss that Madrigal boy!" I felt pain surge through my cheek. "To think you would become as strong as me and take over my shop but no, instead you're fucking a Madrigal! Who else are you going out with? The boys across the street?"

I felt my breath getting heavier and my heart racing.

"You slut!" I was suddenly thrown to the ground.

"Leave. From now on, you're not allowed to step onto Fernandez properties. You're not a Fernandez anymore." He declared.

I sniffled as I felt tears roll down my eyes.

"Go! Leave!"

I ran out of the house. I didn't know where I was going, I just ran, until I reached a large river.

I sat next on the grass and sobbed, cried, I began to let out all my frustrations and sadness. All those years, I had to cope with his abuse, his torment, his torture, everything!

I didn't have a home anymore, I couldn't stay here any longer.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" I heard Dolores' voice from a distance.

I looked up and saw her standing there, a guilty look on her face. She ran over. "I-I heard everything!" She knelt down next to me.

"If you need a place to live, I can offer you a spot in my house. We could try to get someone to adopt you or maybe you could live in the nursery with Mirabel!" She offered.

I sniffled. "There's n-no need. I-I can h-handle it."

"Y/N this is serious! You could end up homeless and you'll die! You need to let Abuela know, she'll help you. She's the founder of our village. Please Y/N." She pleaded.

"F-Fine."

She helped me up. "Wash your face okay? I'll make sure you get the help you need." She smiled.

I nodded and knelt in front of the river. I washed my face using the river's water.

Then, she led me to her house.

I walked behind her, head hung Low.

"Dolores! Eh? Isn't that Camilo's boyfriend? What's he doing here?" Felix asked in confusion.

"I'll explain it later." Dolores answered.

"Why not now?"

"Because we're in the courtyard, who knows who's eavesdropping our conversation right now?"

"Fine." Felix led us to the kitchen where Pepá and Julietá were cooking.

"Ah! Dolore- why did you bring a villager here? Does he need any help? Any injures?" Julieta gasped.

"Not physically but... mentally."

Pepá stared in confusion. "Why? What happened?"

I could see Dolores hesitating to explain. She turned to me and I nodded.

She took a deep breath in. "Y/N's father found out about Camilo and Y/N kissing yesterday."

The three stared at us. "So? What's wrong with that?"

"The thing is... Y/N's dad doesn't like that Y/N and Camilo are going out so he kicked Y/N out of the house."

I could see Felíx grumble.

He walked up to me. "You can stay here, we'll see what we can do for now, okay?"

I nodded. "T-Thank you."

He turned to his wife and his sister-in-law. "I'm going out, I'll be back soon."

Then, he walked out.

Pepá and Julieta walked up to me. "Go to Dolores' room, I'll talk to Abuela about this, okay?"

I nodded and Dolores led me to her room. It was pretty cozy and normal, the only difference was that it was bigger.

I sat on her bed.

"It's going to be alright Y/N. I promise." She comforted. I sighed. "I feel guilty."

"Why?"

"Because you guys must feel annoyed that now another kid is living with you."

She shook her head. "Of course not! We don't mind."

"Oh Dolores~"

I gasped as I heard Camilo's voice coming this way. It was too late, there was no place to hide.

The door opened and there stood Camilo with a big smile on his face. "Dolore- Y/N? What are you doing here?"

He ran over to my side.

"It's alright Camilo, I've just been having a hard time at home. Dolores was just offering some advice."

He laid his head on my lap. "I hope you're alright. If anything goes wrong, you can stay here." He smiled.

I nodded and comb his hair using my fingers. "Your hair is so soft."

"It runs through the family." He chuckled.

Dolores suddenly sensed something.

"Y/N, your mother is here, with your sister."