Prompt: It's Valentine's Day and Camilo wanted to surprise you
(Not Requested)
Warnings: Fluff
"Perfect! Right there!"
You tilt your head, admiring the beautiful array of flowers Isabela grew. Bright red and pink roses cover the railings around Casita in various patterns— mainly to ensure the plants aren't overbearing. Right in front of Casita is a big table covered with a white cloth. Each seat has a little knitted scarf hanging on it. Mirabel had chosen to give everyone gifts and left them at each person's spot at the table.
In the center of the surface is a glass vase with an arrangement of flowers in it. Unlike the roses on Casita, these are... not perfect. Which is perfect. The colours aren't just red and pink or white like the typical colour code of the holiday, but rather are just pretty. Just compliments to the palette of everything else.
Isabela is lowered to the ground by her vines, causing her to land right in front of you. She turns to Casita and studies it for a moment. "It's perfect."
You smile as she turns to you with a grin. "Gracias, (Y/N)."
Waving her off, you shrug. "It's no problem. Anything else you guys need help with?"
Truth be told, you had offered to help the Madrigals, seeing as you are Isabela's close friend. Although it is only afternoon, you feel exhausted from helping. You'd been up since 6:00 because of Mirabel needing help.
Isabela rolls her eyes playfully. "You've helped all day. It's fine. Besides," she trials off, stepping forward before turning to you with a sly smirk. "Mi primo has a surprise for you."
The smile on your face fades into an embarrassed one. Camilo.
You clear your throat, tilting your head. "What- what do you mean?"
She raises an eyebrow, grabbing your shoulders and forcing you to follow her inside Casita. "I'm not gonna ruin the surprise! But trust me, you'll love it." She drags you up the steps, stopping at Camilo's door.
With a nervous look, you reach for the doorknob, turning to her for any explanation. "Isa, are you-"
"Just go already! Although I have no clue what you see in him, he's got a perfect gift for you." With that, she waves her hand, causing a red rose to pop up behind your ear. You grab the flower, running your thumb over the silky texture before looking up, only to find she'd already left.
So, with a deep breath, you step into his room.
The room is dark, hardly any light illuminating the space. Thankfully, you know his room like the back of your hand, so you don't stumble over much. As you reach the little stage at the end of his room, your stomach twists in anticipation. Sure you like him, and you're pretty sure he likes you, but the two of you have never said so. Heck, you haven't even kissed. So a Valentine's Day gift? The thought excites you, a nauseous flutter filling your stomach in response.
You stop right in front of the stage, opening your mouth to say something. Just as you do, a single light flicks on, revealing Camilo to be standing in the center of the stage with a wide smile.
"¡Hola, mi vida!"
The smile growing on your face is irrepressible. "Camilo, what- what is all this?"
Camilo steps to the side, grabbing a guitar before standing in the center once more. "This," he pauses, sending you a soft smile and wink, "is all for you."
You can feel heat rise to your cheeks, your lips parted slightly in shock. However, you aren't given a chance to respond before Camilo glances down at the strings, strumming softly. Slowly, his eyes meet yours and his voice rises in a slow, melodic way.
"¿Cómo comenzamos?, yo no lo sé
"La historia que no tiene fin."
You watch as he sings, in awe of the gesture.
"Ni cómo llegaste a ser la mujer
"Que toda la vida pedí," he sings softly, stepping forward with a smile on his lips.
"Contigo hace falta pasión
"Y un toque de poesía,
"Y sabiduría pues yo,
"Trabajo con el corazón
"Cantar al amor ya no bastará."
You find yourself almost in a trance, listening keenly to his words and the echoing strums of his guitar.
"Es poco para mí
"Si quiero decirte que nunca habrá,
"¡Cosa más bella que tú!
"¡Cosa más linda que tú!"
His voice rises in volume, bouncing off the walls beautifully. As he sings, he continues to step forward slowly, inching closer and closer towards the edge of the stage.
"Única cómo eres
"Inmensa cuando quieres,
"Gracias por existir," he trails off lightly, eyes softening as they meet yours.
"Oh, oh yeh,
"Uh-uh, uoh,
"Yeh-eh,
"¡Cosa más bella que tú!
"¡Cosa más linda que tú!
"Única cómo eres
"Inmensa cuando quieres,
"Gracias por existir..." He strums in perfect rhythm, voice rising and falling in sync.
"Auh no, yeh,
"Gracias por existir.
"Gracias por existir..," he ends the song softly, turning his gaze up to meet your awestruck one.
You had no idea he could sing? Much less play the guitar!
He steps aside to put the guitar back on its stand before climbing off the stage. You watch in silence as he approaches you, stopping right in front of you. "Feliz Día de San Valentín, mi vida." He speaks softly, waiting anxiously for you to respond.
After a moment, you smile, eyes tearing up from happiness. Immediately, you launch at him, latching onto his form with your head buried in his chest.
Camilo stands frozen for a second, surprised, but soon wraps his own arms around you, leaning over to embrace you tightly. You can't help but laugh lightly, moving a hand up to wipe your eyes. "Feliz Día de San Valentín, Camilo."
For a while, the two of you hold each other, basking in the warmth of the other. Finally, Camilo pulls away with a start. "Oh, I almost forgot!" He grabs your hand, leading you out of Casita— thankfully without anyone's notice— and towards a lake a little ways out.
Eventually, you get there, and you softly gasp in surprise.
Trees surround the sparkling water naturally, the shade from it a comforting gift as opposed to standing in the sun. The water glistens with each breeze, the light reflecting it each moment. Flowers are grown here and there, but right next to a neat blanket laid on the grass, are your favourites. Isabela, you guess, helped Camilo out. And Julieta based on the little basket waiting atop the blanket.
The scene is so perfect that you have to glance to Camilo, confirming this is real and that he actually put forth all of this effort for you. Along with the other Madrigals, of course.
As you turn to him, Camilo shifts unsurely. "So," he trails off, gesturing to the scenery around the two of you. "Do you like it?"
Finding no verbal response satisfactory, you embrace him once more, squeezing until he tries to pry your arms off due to his lack of oxygen. "Camilo, this... this is perfect. I love it." You finally pull back, staring at his eyes. "But why? Why did you..?"
He gently leads you over to the blanket, sitting down next to you as he fiddles with his ruana nervously. "Because it's Valentine's Day, and I thought... well, I like you, so, why not?"
His confession takes a moment to register. He... likes you? Of course, you knew this, but to hear it? That's a whole different story.
You don't realize you haven't moved or said anything until he shifts his seating position out of nervousness. You flush at the realization that you were just staring at him, and you grab the edge of the blanket between your fingers. "I... I like you too. And thank you. For all of this," you gaze at the flowers swaying gently beside you.
Camilo seems to relax, his form slouching more in relief. The sight is almost enough to make you laugh. Instead, you simply turn to him with a smile, admiring his hazel eyes. The little green and brown flecks shining within. His freckles. Just- everything.
Slowly, he leans forward, and your body follows as if magnetized. Just as you're inches apart, you stop, feeling butterflies fill your stomach as his eyes flick down to your lips briefly, asking for permission. You lean in further, answering his silent question, feeling your heart nearly explode as half-lidded eyes flutter closed and his lips meet yours.
The sayings are right, as it feels like fireworks are exploding in your chest. This is a moment you wish would last forever.
His lips move passionately against yours, warm and soft in a gentle kiss. His hand reaches up to cup your cheek, and you lean into it, seeking his touch. Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, wrapping around his neck, as he tilts your head back to deepen the kiss. All too soon, you pull away, both breathing heavily for air. Camilo rests his forehead against yours, thumb caressing your cheek softly. "Feliz Día de San Valentín, mi amor."
A/N- Hello! I hope you enjoyed this oneshot! I'll be honest, this is last minute and thrown together. I had no plan and didn't know I'd write this til now, and yes, yes it is cheesy, but hey, hope it's okay.
Anyways, thank you for reading! It means a lot, and happy valentines day! Have a good night/day, and stay safe!
-TheMadHatter<3
~Link to the song listed~
(It's a cover to the actual song and this is not the one I used, but I imagine his voice similar to it)