“ belladonna . ”

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if i fell through your skies, there's no way you would catch me

there's a tear in my heart, but your patch wouldn't match me

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Carlos knew the very moment his brother kissed their cheek that he never stood a chance. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain, nor could he control the thoughts that fogged his already degrading mind.

He hated it. Those bouquet's his brother gave them, those short love notes he'd send everyday, those pretty names he'd call them. He despised it.

And he felt conflicted, guilty that he felt this way. He should be happy for the both of them, but he just couldn't. Instead, he felt envy, wishing he was his brother. Golden boy Camilo, of course it was him. It was always him.

Carlos knew it was selfish as he held the note in his hands firmly, but he needed to let out his feelings or else he'd self-destruct. It wasn't like they needed to know anyway. He'll be the secret admirer, and forever will he be secret.

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being near you still adds to the size of my sighs

there's still seismic events of hellos and goodbyes

and I still need reminders of why it's unwise to stare

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[Name] spoke about Camilo so highly, the male couldn't help but reek of jealousy. Camilo this, Camilo that, he was getting sick of hearing his brother's name at this point.

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“Camilo is so sweet,”

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They grinned, a blush adorning their porcelain face as they gushed about his brother. Carlos sighed, visibly irritated as his brows furrowed, his scowl deepening.

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“Ah, I'm so sorry! You must've gotten tired of my rambling, I apologize.”

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No, it wasn't their rambling that made him in such a sour mood. He loved to hear their voice, he'd listen to that wonderful harmony with no complaint. But just the mention of his brother, it agitates him. He was amazing, he'd admit, but his name being uttered by such a beauty? He didn't deserve.

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“It's nothing, [Name]. Just remembered something.”

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Their name rolled off his tongue so perfectly, god, he could say that all day. Everything about them was so beautiful, so heavenly.

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“Oh, there's a note?”

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Carlos' eyes peered over to where they were gazing at, noticing a pink note stuck on their locker. He pursed his lips in both nervousness and anticipation, though masked it immediately.

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“From my brother, isn't it?”

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[Name] shook their head, reading the neatly written letter in their hands, eyes going slightly wide.

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“No, it's not. He always draws a small chameleon at the end.”

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They frowned, before looking around the hall, as if to try and find the culprit of the note. Carlos couldn't help but stare, adoring the [H/C] haired at whatever they do.

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“Ah, mi vida! There you are,”

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A voice boomed from behind them, making their already shining [E/C] light up, immediately whipping their head towards the source of the voice. That was Carlos' cue to stop staring, turning his head to see the very person he envied with all his being.

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“What's this?”

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Camilo eyed the note curiously, slightly tilting his head. He surprisingly couldn't feel the death stare his twin was giving him, who grit his teeth,

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“Well, this seems to be none of my business, so I'll be on about my merry way.”

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Carlos gave the two a forced smile, whilst tucking a hand inside his pocket, waving his other hand lazily as he walked away. The male couldn't bare the sight of the pair together. As he left them, he let out a breath, both of relief and frustration.

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so don't you dare

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Never had he thought he'd feel this way towards his brother, it wasn't that he hated him, no. He genuinely loved his twin, and he wanted him to be happy.

But that doesn't mean Carlos can't be, he'd always been the one to sacrifice his happiness just so his brother could be. He'd always been his shadow, always second choice.

He so badly wanted to sweep [Name] off their feet, do the things Camilo would do to them. Gifting them gifts, loving them, going on dates, he wanted to so bad.

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don't you dare, make me fall in-love with you

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But he knew he had to keep his feelings to himself, for the sake of their happiness. He'd seen the way they looked at his brother, so full of love. And he can never get the same look from them, never.

He's okay though, he feels okay. They didn't need to know who sent the note, and he would never let them know.

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just get out of my daydreams, you're an unwelcomed guest

and stop making me miss you, 'cause you leaving's for the best

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They were always on his mind, constantly, as if they were haunting him. He'd have fantasies of what could've been, what they could've been. Carlos felt so helpless.

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Leave me alone.

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But he couldn't let them go. If they were to try and leave his thoughts, he'd painfully pull them back, even if it hurt.

And it did hurt, a lot, wreaking the shards of his heart further and further. But it was fine, it was the closest thing he'd get, and he'd take it. Take it and carve them onto his mind, making him believe it was real, it was the only way he could get by.

Carlos Madrigal was just that desperate.

It was so painful, everytime he'd realize it wasn't true, not real. He craved someone, someone that could never be his.

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'cause I just couldn't stand having you as my crutch

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It was agonizing. His mind being only about them. He begged for them to stop, why can't they stop? He loved them, but it did more harm than good.

Everytime someone would utter just a single thing that could relate to them, he can't help but feel his stomach drop, having the urge to cry his eyes out again.

He couldn't concentrate, either. They were always there, he'd always catch a glimpse of them, and everything reminds him of them.

He didn't understand why it had to hurt this much, or why he had to suffer this much. What did he do?

He fell for someone he can't have.

That's what he did.

And he can't take it anymore, the thought of them. They were killing him, and they weren't even aware. It felt as though his gut was being mauled by a tiger, and his eyes burned from all the crying he's done. It was all because of them, [Name].

So he's decided to avoid them at all costs.

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you're a simmering stovetop i was tempted to touch

if you ever return, it'll burn me too much to bear

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Carlos wanted to hear their voice again. He wanted to see their smiling face, even if it that smile wasn't for him.

He missed them already.

But he can't, he's going to let them go, or else he'd continue suffering. Does he really need to let someone who he never even had, go?

He didn't want to, he wanted to be with them for eternity. The problem was, the world wouldn't let them. Someone he'd desired so passionately, he wasn't supposed to fall for them in the first place.

It was a mistake.

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so don't you dare

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Carlos hugged his knees, not finding the energy to be able to walk towards the washroom anymore, not even caring as he cried at a small corner inside an unoccupied room.

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“What are we gonna do about the note, though?”

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The pair walked over the corner Carlos was hiding in, as he tried to conceal his sniffles, a hand over his mouth.

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“Yeah.. I've already sent them a reply. I'm just not sure if they received it.”

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He let out a shakey breath, clutching the crumpled paper in his hands. He wanted to get out of there, placing the piece of paper inside his pockets, hurriedly wiping his tears.

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“I do feel bad, but you're the only I love, the only one I'll ever love, 'milo.”

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Carlos bit his lip to hold back a sob, god that hurt a lot. He knows! He fucking knows that they'll never love him, so stop reminding him every single time!

His heart ached so bad, wounded by who he called the prettiest once again. It wasn't as deep as the others, but it still stung. It added to the already excruciating pain, to the many scars he'd already carried.

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and before my heart becomes amelia's heir, i need to clip it's wings

so don't you dare keep mocking me with those thousand little things that i adore

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Carlos knew he still hasn't let go of the [H/C] haired, seeing as his heart was somehow still able to flutter as they sung.

Sung for his twin.

He hoped Camilo knew how lucky he was, for having such an ethereal person beside him.

They managed to have the whole audience's mouth agape, including his. Their voice was a dream, it was paradise. Even better than paradise.

He couldn't help but smile adoringly as they almost tripped on their feet, couldn't help but admire.

And neither could he help but frown as his brother danced with them on the stage, both in sync with their movements, having the same loving look towards each other. It was evident how in-love the two were.

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let me ignore you, don't let me care

and don't you dare leave me still in-love with you

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He fled, off somewhere. Just somewhere he can be alone. He couldn't bare seeing the two.

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Nothing's fair when love is war,

and i just can't endure anymore of the fight,

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The clouds roared as they cried, it was as if they were trying to comfort the boy.

Taking off his mask, Carlos couldn't care less about the competition anymore, so he threw the designed plastic, going off to where his feet would take him.

Just anywhere far from there.

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when the casualties rise with my heart rate each night,

though i know i'm to blame for the glances i'd steal,

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He reached an isolated park, which no one seemed to go to anymore.

So there he stood, soaking under the rain's water, alone. His velvet coat he took off, as he stared at the puddle of liquid below him, meeting his reflection.

Carlos was never one to cower away, but he always ran. Ran from everything, but will face anything that comes in his way.

It was different, this time. He both ran away, and cowered away. It was no wonder [Name] could barely even look his way, seeing how much of an angel they are, while he couldn't exactly say the same for himself.

Carlos was left to ponder, will he be able to get out of his hellhole they call love?

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for the time i kept pretending it's real

and now that it's ending, i still have more feelings to spare,

but don't you dare,

don't you dare .

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Camilo laid on his bed, thoughts going about a certain someone, someone he loved so much. Their beautiful smile, their pretty little eyes that are arguably as ethereal as the stars, such a blessing it was to just to look at them.

He never thought he'd be this smitten, never thought it was even possible. But he was proven wrong everytime he caught glimpse of even just a strand of their hair, his breath couldn't help but be taken away, and his stomach felt as if it were running a whole circus with dancing elephants.

It felt so unreal, that they were his. It felt like a daydream, one he'd think about forever and would never get tired.

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“You know, I just figured something out today.” The [H/C] haired grinned, feeling giddy as the two hold hands. Camilo hummed curiously, whilst resting his head on the others shoulder.

His eyes were closed, as he nuzzled his head further towards their neck. “Yeah?” He mumbled softly, making the other smile and caress his head. “Nevermind. It's nothing.” [Name] chuckled softly, as they kissed his forehead.

Camilo whined, though not finding the energy to look up and complain about the other's teasing. He would, but he just can't find himself doing so. It was like the warmth and the touch of the [H/C] haired was begging him to stay where he was, so longing. But so were the his.

The two watched the sun set, as it is now the moons turn to rise. “'milo,” murmured the [H/C] haired. The said male grunted, and wrapped his unoccupied arm around the other's waist in response. Sighing, they tried to reason with the male.

"Amor, your neck will get sore." Though he only shook his head slightly in response, murmuring the words “please, stay”.

[Name] adjusted their position, instead of facing the setting sun, they faced the boy instead. Caressing his head once more, they assured him, "I could never leave you, Camilo. I'll always be right here, I promise.” The [H/C] haired gently pried the males hand from their waist.

They held both of his hands in theirs, making the boy look up and lock both of their gazes. Muddy green and [E/C]. He always wondered how their eyes were so beautiful, or maybe he was just lovestruck.

"I love you." There it was again, that fluttering in his chest, the urge to tackle and embrace them, the urge to lock their lips together, wishing that time would stop at this very moment. But he felt like it did. Every time he would catch a glimpse of their smile, their laughter, it seemed like time did stop. They're just so pretty. So gentle. So loving. So.. surreal.

"I love you, so much." Their voice was so soothing, a harmony he'd grown to love. It calms him and rids of every other thought he'd had, only for the [H/C] haired to appear in his thoughts, and only them.

A gentle breeze tickled both of their features, [Name] suddenly grinning from ear to ear, a faint red blush painted their cheeks. "You're doing it again,”

The shapeshifter's face flushed, knowing full well what they meant. He'd taken their form again, something that happened quite often. Though it's not certainly bad, right? It assures him that they know how much he thinks about them, how much he's in love with them.

"My bad, I can't help it." He grinned sheepishly, shifting back to himself. He scratched the back of his neck, feeling heat creep up his cheeks.

The other giggled, as they tangled their fingers together. Moments like these feel like a dream, when they smother each other with their affection, their fingers intertwined, the feeling of the other's presence beside them, their warmth, their scent, moments where it's just the two of them and their beautiful fairytale.

Camilo kissed the other's nose, "I love you." kissed their forehead, "I love you." kissed the corner of their lips, "I love you."

He stared at their flustered, dazed look. With a giddy smile and a faint blush, he leaned in again, hands caressing the others', their noses touching. He took a second admiring the beauty that stood before him, before locking their lips together.

The feeling of euphoria. He felt them reciprocate the action, making him smile into the kiss. Those few seconds were pure bliss. It felt so ethereal. The two of them express their love to the other, showering them with their affection under the now setting sun.

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The two of them were so happy, so why'd they have to leave?

He felt hurt, it felt as if he was being tortured. The love of his life, gone. Forever. He missed them already. Their laugh, their beautiful voice. Everything about them. Their stupid jokes, their scent, fuck, even their burnt cookies.

His puffy eyes caught sight of the mirror, seeing he'd taken their form again, his breath hitched.

Hurriedly sprinting towards the reflective glass, he took in their features.

Their eyes, it wasn't the same. It was dull, not having the same loving look it once held, not having the same sparkle it once did.

Their hair, it was messy and disheveled. Strands astray everywhere, and it no longer reeked the smell of coffee.

He tried to smile, but it wasn't the same. It didn't reach their ears, it wasn't as bright, not as gentle. Nothing could duplicate that breathtaking smile of theirs, the smile he loved.

Crack!

The sound of glass breaking was heard throughout the room. Camilo's hand balled into a fist, bleeding as the mirror shattered due to the force of his blow. The reflective glass falling from it's frame.

But he didn't care, even as his knees gave out. His mind was too occupied by thoughts of his beloved, he couldn't help but sob tirelessly as he desperately tried to remember the sound of their beautiful voice.

“You can't leave me, you promised.” He mumbled, “Please, please come back.” He cried, as his gaze traveled towards the broken mirror, seeing his reflection in it's scattered shards. It felt like it was mocking him.

He remembered the way they held him close, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, comforting him as he cried.

But now they weren't here. He's alone, again.

The thought agonized him, they were gone. His beloved [Name] was gone, and they're never coming back. The very person he wanted most to stay, left him.

He wanted to hate them for leaving him. He wanted to, for hurting him so much, but he instead hated himself. For letting them leave, for not stopping them from doing so. Whatever he tried, whatever he said, he could never bring himself to hate them.

Why'd you make me fall for you when you were going to leave me? You're so cruel.

“Don't do this to me, please.” The shapeshifter begged, knowing it was of no use. His hand hurt, blood tickling his skin.

His ragged breathes were all he heard. He needed them. Their warmth, their heartbeat. “[Name],” He muttered, just the mere mention of their name made him break down even more, he wanted to see them again.

“I can't, I— I fucking love you, goddammit!” Camilo harshly set the broken mirror aside, not caring if it caused more of a mess. He couldn't find it in him to care anymore.

His desperate pleads echoed all around, haunting him.

“Come back to me, please.”

“Why did you leave?”

“I need you.”

“I love you.”

“We were supposed to grow old together, you promised!”

“Please, I love you. So fucking much!”

He screamed, feeling as if he'd been bled to dry. A gaping hole that'd never seem to heal, not without his [Name]. His heart that begged to be with them, his heart that yearned their presence.

He was still falling, in the once beautiful sky of theirs. Though it seemed to have faded, like an old painting. What made him fall? Them. His angel, the one that promised to catch them.

They did, and the two glided happily in the air. But it wasn't meant to be. They weren't supposed to be.

And so they disappeared, leaving him to fall endlessly as the world the two once called their lovely fairytale, faded into nothing.

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❝ I♡U ENDLESSLY . ❞

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27th of February , 2022 . A Sunday .

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“You know, mi amor, you could just- take a day off, you know?” Camilo suggested, slightly leaning onto [Name]'s shoulders. The maiden was used to the pretty names he'd call her, it was an every second occurance.

The other chuckled, “And you know I can't do that, 'milo.” She sighed. The boy rested his head on her shoulder, “You can.” he side glanced at the female with a slight pout, to which she noticed.

“You— stop, stop pouting like that.” [Name] said exasperatedly, to which resulted in the male pouting more.

“I need to do something.” She gestured at her work table, that had various tools ready to be used. “Your abuela commissioned something, remember? I have to finish it today.” She slithered her arm around his waist, “Later tonight, we have dinner with your family. We can hangout then, yeah?”

The girl's gesture along with her sweet voice, made something flutter inside the others chest. His face felt warm.

[Name] observed his reaction, internally celebrating. Wait, but why was she?

She adored her best friend, as more than a friend. Even if someone just does something as simple as mentioning his name, she felt as if her heart could explode with how fast it was beating, or that it could run a whole marathon in just a few seconds. Her insides felt as if it was twisting and turning, or that elephants were stomping, having a party in there. She couldn't help the smile on her face.

[Name] heard him huff, before leaving her embrace. It felt cold with the absence of his warmth.

The boy left her comforting embrace, as much as he didn't want to. “Well, do you need any help?” He offered, grinning. The lighting of her lamp highlighted the constellations on his face. He's so pretty.

The maiden often caught herself thinking like this about him, whether it'd be complimenting his eyes, how his hair perfectly framed his face, how adorable his freckles are, how beautiful his smile is.

“You don't have to. Just keep me company, if you don't mind.” Her request made Camilo's heart skip a beat, the idea of spending more time with the maiden made him so happy, “Of- of course, mi princessa.” he stuttered.

“Stuttering now, are we?” [Name] smirked, she absolutely loved to tease the poor shapeshifter. “Oh come on, I was just caught off guard! You rarely ask that of me.”

“Then it seems I'll have to ask more often.” She replied, along with a playful smirk. Standing up from the couch, before sitting on her work chair.

A moment of silence ensued the two, until Camilo decided to break it.

“Why don't we play a game, y'know, to pass the time.” He suggested, placing his feet on the now empty seat of the couch.

“Pass the time? I'd rather cherish my moments with you.” The maiden teased him further, smirk widening upon seeing his reactions.

The shapeshifter.. was not doing so well. Poor boy almost fell off the couch, accidently taking the maiden's features.

“'milo?” [Name], confused about his sudden silence, turned her head to where he was. “...'milo?” The corner of her lips twitched, seeing how he'd shifted into her.

Camilo tried to play it cool by giving her fingerguns and a sly grin, which seemed to work.

“Seriously..?” [Name] huffed a laugh, making the other laugh as well. “You're so stupid.” She was grinning from ear to ear.

Camilo shifted back, “But you can't deny my beauty, mi amor.” he wiggled his eyebrows, a mischievous smirk adorning his face. “You're right.” She agreed, chuckling at his now baffled expression, before turning around to continue her work.

“Stop agreeing with everything I say! You're making this hard for me, mi vida.” He huffed, crossing his arms.

“Sorry..” The girl mumbled, “I mean it, though.” She admitted, trying to concentrate on the device she's making.

“Stop doing that.”

“Hm? Doing what? The device?” She replied, acting oblivious at to what he meant.

“...[Name] [Last Name], you are such a tease.”

“Aren't you a tease, too?”

“Not as much as you!”

“Awe, thanks.”

Camilo grunted in frustration, trying to think of ways he could fluster the female.

“Plotting something?” The female guessed knowingly at his sudden silence. “I was just thinking about how pretty your eyes are.”

“What a coincidence, I was just thinking of the same thing.” She snickered, as she continued tending to her device.

“I love the way you talk.” He continued, sounding both determined and.. genuine. Dreamy, even.

“Mhm, yeah.” The maiden nodded, letting him continue. She had to admit, his tone was making her a bit flustered. But she refused to give in.

“Your smirk is endearing.”

“Really now?”

“Your voice is like a lullaby to me.”

[Name] scoffed, “You do realize none of these are working, right?” She turned her chair once again to lock their gazes, a cocky expression on her face. Thank the gods for her incredible acting abilities.

The other shrugged, “Maybe not, but I won't stop.” he mimicked her expression.

“Go on, then.” She crossed her arms, as well as her legs. “Worship me.”

“I-” The shapeshifter stood up from his seat, “-would gladly do so, mi reina.” he knelt Infront of her, taking her hand onto his.

This caught the female off-guard, not expecting him to actually agree, although waited for his next move. She heard how fast her heart was beating, she just hoped it wasn't as loud as she thought it was.

Camilo continued, saying various things like,

“No words can describe your beauty.”

“Your smile makes me gasp for air.”

“I love how adorable you look when you're blushing.”

and so on.

“Are you sure this is worshipping or are you just confessing your love to me?” The female laughed, her hand unconsciously covering half of her face.

Camilo grinned, pride seeping through him, “You're flustered.” He pointed out, his eyes silently teasing the maiden.

The female scoffed, “In your dreams, Madrigal.” Her cocky act never left, seemingly unfazed. Her head now propped up on her other hand, she didn't want to give him the pleasure of caving in.

“Mi vida, I think you're underestimating how much I know you.” Camilo smirked, before planing a kiss on their knuckles, not breaking their eye contact.

[Name]'s breath hitched at the gesture, but regained her composure just as quick. She bit her lip to prevent it from curling upwards, she quickly covered it up with a smirk.

“Really? Well, I think you might be underestimating how well I play this game of ours.” Their gazes didn't falter. One cocky, while one remained prideful.

“I know your tendency to cover half of your face when you're flustered.”

“False information.” The female hadn't even noticed this tendency of hers until he mentioned it. She adjusted her position, legs remained crossed with her hand now resting on her thighs. Her posture still seemed to radiate confidence.

“I can prove it.” He proposed, now he was the one cocky. “Prove it then.” She challenged.

The shapeshifter suddenly let go of her hand, placing both of his on the chair's arms, successfully blocking any form of escape.

[Name]'s mind went blank, mouth agape as she tried to process what he just did. He had a competitive glint on his eyes, and it reminded her of the little game they were having.

She had the urge to hide her porcelain face, he was right. Although she can't give in. They remain their eye contact, it was like they'd loose if they broke it. It was true. And neither refused to let the other win.

Camilo's gaze held confidence, smirking slyly, taunting the female as he towered over her. Whilst the maiden held a serious, competitive look, stubbornly staying her ground. He knew he had to make another move, now while her cocky act just faltered.

Although before he could, she made hers.

[Name] placed her palm over his lips, the other on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, before closing her eyes and leaning in to peck her knuckles. Their lips would've met if it wasn't for her hand.

The female was shocked at her own actions, only acting out of impulse. She kept her act, smirking, as she left the boy stunned. Her palm left his lips, “Seems I've won this time, mi chameleon.” she whispered in his ear.

She had successfully put him in a daze. Even still, he wouldn't let her win, not like this when he was so close.

The maiden was about to move back to her desk, that was until a hand stopped her chair. Turning around to meet the perpetrator, her gaze was once again met with the shapeshifters.

“I like you.” He suddenly blurted out, the two were in the process of realizing what he'd just said.

The female was the first to react, her mouth went agape as her cheeks flared red, her act completely shattered. “Sorry?” She wanted to make sure her ears weren't deceiving her.

“I— I like you, [Name].”

“Wait, again.”

“I like you.”

“Are you for real?”

“You know what, I'm just gonna go.”

“Wait.”

A loud slap echoed throughout the room, both of them now harboring surprised expressions. “Oh, you're— you're real.” She gaped at him, before panicking as she realized she had slapped the boy.

“I'm so sorry! I panicked!” The maiden cupped his cheek, making him wince. “That hurt.” He whined.

[Name]'s eyes laced with concern, “I'm so sorry—” she paused, seeing his smirk. “Kiss it better?” He grinned cheekily.

The maiden deadpanned at him, although blushing profusely. “You're an idiot.” She mumbled, but still obliged to his suggestion nonetheless.

Her soft lips met his cheeks, the pair not being able to contain their smiles. “For the record, I like you too, cariño.”

Her palm never left his cheeks, caressing them softly. His arms laced themselves over her waist, pulling her closer. The pair took a moment to admire each other, “May I?” the shapeshifter asked, his gaze flicking towards her lips that curled upwards at his question.

“No need to ask, mi sol.”

The maiden eagerly pulled him in to lock their lips to the boy's surprise, but melted onto the kiss immediately. Their lips danced together in sync, seemingly perfect for each other.

[Name]'s hands left his cheeks with one last caress, her fingers now entangled on his curly locks, tugging on them slightly. This elicited a grunt from the shapeshifter, making her stomach churn, doing cartwheels.

Camilo was the first to pull away, panting as he rested his head on the maiden's forehead. “You're amazing,” He said breathlessly, his voice laced with adoration.

The female laughed, planting a small kiss on his lips again. “Well, mi Camilo's amazing too.”

Said chameleon pecked her lips, much like how she did. “Mind telling me about this ‘Camilo’ of yours?” He grinned, cheeks rosey, a lovestruck expression on his features.

“Don't mind if I do.”

The two spent the rest of the afternoon together in each other's presence, and they'd never felt happier. The maiden became too distracted by her chameleon, not being able to finish the device she was making. The pair just laughed about it, Camilo reassuring he's got it covered.

The sun was setting, the moon now taking it's place in the beautiful sky. They had to separate to get ready for their family dinner, the Madrigals wanting to discuss business with the [Last Name]s.

The two bid each other their ‘see you laters’, Camilo wishing the female a sarcastic goodluck, receiving a playful eye roll.

“I'll see you later, mi vida!”

“See you later, mi chico bonito.”

“Goodluck on your business deal, don't mess it up!”

“I'm not physically and mentally capable of messing things up!”

“Rightttt, I absolutely believe you, amor.”

“Can you not?”

They teased each other, until the maiden decided to shoo'd him away. The two went to get ready for their dinner, not being able to keep the other out of their minds.

[Name] snickered, she couldn't wait to see the look on his face once it was time.

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❝ LITTLE GAMES ❞

15th of February , Tuesday .

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hi, loves! happy late valentines lajshddhhs it's 1:15 am rn... i took a nap and then suddenly it wasn't a nap anymore, it was more than the sleep i get at night LMAO

anyways, have a nice day or night! stay safe and healthy ! ♡

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It was a normal day in Encanto, kids running around, the Madrigals tending to the townspeople— well, except for one.

Carlos Madrigal, people label him as a menace, causing wreckage wherever he went. He didn't expect to be smitten by someone the opposite as him, well.. that's what he thought at least.

[Name], the town's sweetheart, had a hidden side of her, a side only Carlos was able to see. It was the same with the said boy, a side only she knows. After all, they did meet because he caught the maiden pulling a prank on someone. Who’s to say he wasn’t surprised?

“What, can’t a person have a little fun? And they’ll never know I did it, trust me.”

Starting then, the two made a pact.

“Alright, you– Mr. Troublemaker, are officially my partner in crime.” [Name] held a hand out for him to shake, which he just crossed his arms at and scoffed. “Come on now.” She wiggled her hand, gesturing for him to shake it.

Carlos just smirked down at her, one which she deadpanned at. “Okay, fine. No shake hands.” She raised both of her hands in surrender. “You shoo away all my suitors, we do pranks together, and I’ll talk us out of the consequences, yeah?”

“Now that’s a deal, hermosa.”

Ever since the pact was made, the two hung out on the daily. Causing chaos wherever they went, the maiden sweet talking their way out of the consequences. 

Of course, it was only normal for the two to catch feelings for each other, but the two were really great at hiding it. Although it wasn’t long until one confessed.

“Look, I know this sounds cheesy and you’ll probably unfriend me after this but, every time I think about you, my stomach just can’t help but do flips. Whenever I see you, I just find myself admiring how pretty you are. Whenever I hear your voice, it’s like I was put in a daze.” [Name] confessed, “And if it wasn’t obvious enough with what I just said, Carlos Madrigal, I am in love with you.” She said, not breaking eye contact. She was confident, yes, but she’s never felt this nervous before in her entire life.

Carlos blinked.

The female awaited for his response, staying her ground, fighting the urge to run away. She internally cringed, recalling what she just said. What was I thinking?

“Unfriend you? After that tacky confession?” He laughed, making the maiden utterly confused. He unexpectedly leaned in to lock their lips, a kiss to which the other immediately melted in. His hands found her waist, while hers found itself comfortable tangled in his curly locks.

The male pulled away slightly, “I'd rather upgrade what we have now, don't you agree?” he smirked. [Name] was still in a daze, panting. “I would, if we'll get to do that more often.” She grinned cheekily, pulling him in for another kiss, one which he immediately obliged to.

Enough about the past though, they'd been together for a couple of months, although kept their relationship a secret. Who knows what would happen if the maiden's parents found out? They never liked him, saying he was a menace and no good for someone like her.

It hurts her just to think about it. She loves Carlos with all of her being, why can't she just be free to be with whoever she wants?

“[Name]?” Carlos called out to the dazed female, who seemed to snap out of it. “Yes, amor?” She caressed his hand, looking at him attentively. “What were you thinking about?” He asked, his eyes showing concern, albeit not as noticable.

The maiden shook her head, “Just.. stuff.” she smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek. “You don't have to worry.”

Carlos scoffed, “And who said I was worried?” he avoided her gaze. She chuckled, “You don't have to lie to me either, querido.” the maiden rested her head on his shoulder, sighing in content.

The two were somewhere deep in the forest, in their usual spot. It pained them, yes, but as long as they were together, it's okay.

[Name] frowned, “I'm sorry.” she pecked his neck. “And you're sorry for?” The boy cocked a brow, his hand hesitantly caressing her head. The maiden smiled at his attempt to comfort her.

“Having to hide our relationship.” She leaned onto his touch. “It's.. fine, you know. I mean– I get it. Your parents and your suitors.” He assured, his tone a bit awkward.

[Name] chuckled, the male shot her a confused look. “What?” He asked, almost offended. The female just shook her head, “You're just so adorable.” she smiled cheekily.

His hand stopped caressing her head, “Off.” he nudged her head off his shoulder playfully. “Hey— It' true!” She laughed, “Okay, okay. I'm sorry, mi tesoro.” she intertwined their fingers together, before kissing his knuckles.

Carlos had his gaze on the opposite direction of the female, trying his best not to smile. “Mi vida, look at me.” She tugged at his maroon ruana, not getting a response.

She pursed her lips, smirking once an idea popped up in her head. She moved so she was on his lap, her legs around his waist. Cupping his cheeks, his gaze now meeting hers. The two stared at each other's orbs, “Are you going to kiss me or what?” he piped in, getting impatient. “Sorry, I got lost in your eyes.” The maiden chuckled, making the other roll his eyes playfully, a smile adorned his features.

[Name] caressed his cheeks, leaning in to lock their lips in a passionate kiss. Their lips moved together in sync, as if they were made for each other.

“You're dating this— this puta!?”

Her heart sank, hearing the voice of one of her persistent suitors, Jaimé. She hurriedly stood up. “How did you find us?”

“Tch, your father asked me to spy on you. Seems like he was right to be suspicious. Out of everyone, including me, you choose that– that—” He was cut off by a threatening glare.

“Don't you dare finish that sentence!” The maiden roared. She was enraged.

“We both know he's no good for someone like you, [Name]. I'm telling your father about this. He'd already agreed to let me have your hand!” Jaimé screamed back, stepping closer to the maiden, who instinctively held Carlos' hand for comfort.

“My father may have agreed, but I didn't! I love Carlos, not you! And I will never, in my life, be with someone like you!” The female was infuriated at what she'd just heard. Her father, agreed without her consent? What about her mother? Did she just let it all happen?

“You—” Jaimé raised his hand at the maiden, about to hit her. She gripped her beloved's hands tighter, bracing for impact. But it never came.

Hesitantly opening her eyes, she saw that Carlos had stopped Jaimé's hand. “Now that's not a very gentleman move of you, is it?” The two glared at each other.

With one last caress, Carlos let go of the maiden's hand, using it to punch the other male square in the face.

Jaimé groaned in pain as he staggered backwards from the force of the hit. Massaging his jaw, “¿Eso es todo lo que tienes? (Is that all you got?)” he scoffed cockily, angering Carlos further.

“No, no! Carlos! Amor, please—” [Name] pleaded for her lover not to fight, knowing very well of Jaimé's capabilities. It wasn't like she doubted Carlos, no, she was confident he can beat this prick. Jaimé was a good fighter from what she'd heard, as he used to do boxing. She didn't want Carlos to get hurt.

“Hear that? Once I'm done with you, I'm taking [Name] with me.” Jaimé got in a boxing position, mimicking Carlos' expression. “And you think I'd let you, hijo de puta?” Carlos snarled as he threw a punch, hitting Jaimé in the chest, who grunted, before throwing the other a punch which was blocked.

Carlos gripped his arm tightly, glaring onto his eyes. Jaimé kicked his sides, momentarily distracting the other, giving him an opening to punch him in the face. Carlos stumbled, taking a couple of steps back, nose now bleeding. Looking back up at the other, he smirked.

“What the fuck are you smirking at, you brat?” Jaimé growled, annoyed. “You loose, estúpido.” He grinned, almost mockingly. Angering Jaimé even more.

“I'm—” An unexpected kick hit him at the back of his nape, successfully knocking him out. “Te sirve bien. (Well deserved.)” [Name] tched, her heel now leaving the man's neck. “No one hurts mi vida and gets away with it.”

At that moment, he felt as if he'd fallen in love with her all over again. The maiden rushed to where he was, “Are you alright? Oh, your nose. He'll be out cold for a long while. You should've let me handle it!” she frowned at his still bleeding nose.

“He was going to hit you!” He argued back, “I could've taken the hit! 'Pretend to be vulnerable', remember?” She ripped apart of her dress, using the fabric to wipe the blood. She tended to his nose, trying her best not press too hard.

Carlos scoffed, “Like I was just gonna stand there and let you take the blow, no fucking way.” he said, the female stopped her movements, almost looking as if she was under a spell. Confused, “Why'd you stop?” he questioned.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” She suddenly asked, getting back to tending his nose.

Carlos couldn't help but smile, “Even with a broken nose? Really?” he chuckled, although wincing afterwards. “Don't move,” She laughed, “and yes. Even if you were mauled by a tiger, I'd still consider you the prettiest boy I'd ever laid my eyes on.” she kissed his forehead, being gentle with her touch.

The male bit the inside of his lip to prevent himself from grinning, “Whatever. Let's go before this moron wakes up.” he huffed and walked away, the maiden's hand in his.

[Name] further intertwined their fingers, tangling them around each other. “You know what? Who cares about what other people say anymore.” She said, “This,” she lifted their locked hands, “we won't keep a secret any longer.” she beamed with such certainty.

The male seemed baffled, “Are you sure?” he asked, wanting to make sure. “Mhm, yeah.” She nodded with no hesitation, “Nothing else matters as long as I'm with you. If you ever leave me, well– you can't. You're stuck with me forever.” she nudged him playfully. “So don't even try.”

Carlos laughed, pressing his lips on her head. “I wouldn't dare.” He stared at her with such admiration, his eyes conveying words he couldn't say.

“I love you more.” She smiled. “I didn't even say—” He was cut off, “Your eyes told me otherwise.” The maiden smirked, “Fan behavior.” while he rolled his eyes, but he didn't dare hide his big smile.

“I love you so much.” His pretty eyes told her, “You're so beautiful, did you know that?” they shone so brightly, “I want to kiss you so bad, show you how much I adore you.” his orbs glimmered.

“You are the love of my life, no one else is capable of earning such a title except you.”

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❝ 𝘔𝘺 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘉𝘰𝘺 . ❞

12th if February , 2022 .

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∿ author's note :

hi again! many carlos fics coming right up bc im obsessed with him, in a healthy way ofc. hes officially my husband number three. no, i am not forcing him. you dare question our love!?

but enough of that, hope you have a nice day! or night. if so, sleep well! bye loves. mwah mwah.

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Carlos never really liked showing affection, and you were okay with that. You absolutely adored showering him with love. He'd never admit it, but he secretly likes all the attention you give him.

Knocking at his door, “Mi vida?” you called out to him, voice ever so soft. The door immediately sprung open, revealing the troublemaker in all of his glory.

“You really couldn't wait until dinner, huh?” He smirked, leaning onto his door frame. “Of course I couldn't,” You cupped his cheeks, giving him a small peck on the lips. “That's way too long for me to wait.”

Carlos scoffed, looking away quickly, a desperate attempt on hiding his flushed cheeks. “Come in, then.”

You obliged, stepping foot into his room. “What do you want to do today?” You asked, before sitting on his bed. He followed, laying down next to you.

He didn't respond.

“Amor?” You gently held his hand, caressing it. His vision turned to you, eyes uncharacteristically soft and doubtful, almost guilty.

“Hey, what's wrong?” You frowned at his sad demeanor. He huffed, tearing his gaze off of yours and turning around, his back now facing you.

You felt his hand slip from your hold, you hated when that happens. You crawled your way towards him, before laying down and hugging him from behind.

Kissing his neck affectionately, “You don't have to tell me, mi tesoro.” you said in a comforting whisper. “I just want to know that you're alright.”

He turned to face you, pursing his lips, seemingly hesitant. “Take your time, mi sol.” Your arms left his waist, now holding his hands, caressing them lovingly.

“I'm sorry.” He whispered, before sighing irritably. “You’re amazing, okay?” He exclaimed, his cheeks tinted pink. “I just feel like I don’t tell you enough.”

You smiled sheepishly at his remark, “Well, I feel very amazing right now.” you planted a kiss on his knuckles, “All thanks to you, cariño.” you grinned giddily.

Carlos admired your beauty, how bright you shone as you laughed. “You're too good to me.” He kissed your forehead, “You know I love you, right?” he mumbled, before resting his chin on top of your head.

The maiden chuckled, “Of course, mi corazon. I love you more. I love you so so so much, sometimes I can't even comprehend it.” her hand left his, finding itself comfortable on his cheeks.

Kissing his nose, “You have no idea how happy you make me.” she sighed in content, his arms snaking around her waist. “Tell me about it then.” His eyes practically begged her to, desperate to hear more of her voice.

“Anything for you.”

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“ AFFECTION . ”

11th of February , 2022 .

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∿ author's note :

hi nsbdjas i know this is really short, next one will be longer and that's a promise. i hope you enjoyed! have a nice day, loves.