𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

two birds on a wire

CTTO: caramellahoney

genre: hurt/comfort - angst and fluff

pairing: Camilo Madrigal x FEM! reader

Summary: Camilo's best friend has always been with him through thick and thin. What if Camilo takes her for granted and nearly loses her?

Two birds on a wire

The skies turned into an orange and red hue. It was already noon, a few hours before Camilo's gift ceremony. Encanto's streets were beautiful, they always were. The city paths crisscrossed the ground in intricate patterns, flowers were spread everywhere, houses were cobbled together.

"Try and catch me!" Y/N teased, waving her arms around to lure him in. Camilo giggled and ran after her small form. A toothy grin spread across his face as his hands reached for her. He huffed and grabbed onto the girl's shirt, making her halt to a stop. The toddler cheered and threw his arms around her, smiling cheekily at his best friend.

"Gotcha!" Camilo cheered. The child's face pinched in distress before she smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Pushing him away, she started running again. Camilo gasped, eyes going wide in response, his jaw slack. Oh, it's on.

Y/N squealed when he immediately started chasing after her. They circled and ran around the fields, laughing so hard that tears had formed in their eyes.

"You can't catch me, Camilo!" She pouted her lips and stuck her tongue out at him, childishly giggling and running away afterwards. Wide grins were plastered on their faces, eyes big and bright, happiness genuine in the ways only found in children.

One tries to fly away and the other

Watches him close from that wire.

Camilo's small hand wrapped around the doorknob. He bounced on his feet in excitement as a faint glow emanated from the door. The candle burned brightly in Alma's hands, illuminating her face in an orange hue. The woman watched with a careful gaze as a mural formed on the door. Her eyes shifted to her grandson; expecting.

"What's your gift, Camilo?" He turned to face her, clapping his hands together as he turned into a carbon copy of her. Camilo playfully spun around and rapidly shifted into random villagers. Alma grinned, satisfaction running through her.

"We have a new gift!"

The room erupted in cheer and celebration. Music loudly boomed through the room, light chatter floated in the air as the atmosphere turned lively and warm.

A group of kids ran up to the newly gifted Madrigal-excitedly babbling on and on about his newfound powers. Camilo puffed his chest out, placing his hands on his hips. Pride swelled in his heart as he eagerly soaked up all the attention; unaware that a certain someone was looking for him.

A girl twiddled with her fingers, keeping her head low as she tried to push through the crowd. Unfortunately for her, everyone was packed way too tight and her little arms couldn't do much about it. Y/N frowned and gave up on maneuvering through the crowd. Instead, she moved elsewhere to get a better view of Camilo.

"Cami!" The young girl stood on her tippy toes, waving her arms around. Y/N had almost resorted to jumping up and down, but Camilo finally turned to look at her. She was fully expecting him to walk over and greet her, but Camilo just turned his back to her, continuing to entertain the surrounding crowd.

He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

"Cami?" Confused and slightly hurt, she pressed her feet flat on the ground. A couple of kids shoved past her and she fell, striking the ground. Y/N pushed herself up, small hands tightly gripping her skirt as tears accumulated on her lash line. Her knees and hands stung, scrapes and bruises forming on the soft skin. Deep emotions swirled in her mind, emotions a child like her could barely comprehend at this age.