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I just wasn't motivated to write or continue something sorry :)
Here have some madrigal twins fluff. It was inspired by one of 'Encanto oneshot books'.
Also, I do not mean 'Mirabel and Camilo twins thingy'. However, I can make it, like- camilo being a carrying older twin :). But this time I mean 'Carlos and Camilo twins thingy'.
If you don't know who is Carlos (or you are new in here). Carlos is Camilo's old concept art, who was supposed to be a angry teenager. You can read some information about him in my 'Encanto headcanons' book. The fandom made him Camilo's twin brother. Older or younger was up to people. In my case, I made him the oldest twin, since carlos gave me vibes of older brother. So have a fluff between younger twin Camilo and older twin Carlos :D. Enjoy!.
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Camilo's POV
It was night. The time of day when everyone sleeps, dream of something. Some of people get nightmares, some have beautiful or cute dreams. I didn't usually had dreams, mostly nightmares. I hated it. Really hated it. Whatever I wanted, was only wholesome dreams, not nightmares, which almost gives me a heart attack /j.
But whatever. I was sleeping like every single person does at nights. I didn't had dreams or nightmares. Unless... Cold. All I could feel is cold. It was in my body. Like it suddenly possessed my body. It was cold, even if it was a hot night today. It was hot on the outside, so it has to be hot inside. But why it's cold?
I saw myself in the middle of the first floor of casita. It was quiet. Very quiet. I don't like when it's quiet. It makes me feel uncomfortable and makes me panic. I looked in the kitchen and saw.. my twin brother. He was standing. Doing nothing. Literally nothing. At least he's here. I trusted him the most in my family.
He's my older twin brother, who loves me and will be there to protect me or make me happy, when I feel sad.
I slowly went to him, just to hug him to feel comfortable. But I stopped. I felt like there was something wrong with him. We can feel each other's feeling. We can just feel each other. Feel if there's something wrong with one of us. and I felt like it was something wrong with my brother. He quickly looked at me. I got scared and jumped a little. I was always jumpy whenever I was getting scared. Even when a little. He was looking at me, without any emotions. Just was looking at me. I couldn't speak. Fear, it was controlling me. - "Carlos?." - I finally spoke. I was still scared. He sighed and started to walk towards me. I thought he would just hug me or something like he usually does. It always feels warm in his arms, but only for me. For others - he is always cold, when he hugs them.
He was in front of me. I looked up to him, since he was way more taller than me. And when I'm slouching, it makes me even way more shorter than him. But this time, due to fear, I tried not to slouch. He was just looking at me. With annoyance in his eyes. It was making me feel... the sadness feeling. He was never annoyed about me. Even when I usually pull pranks on him. Even when I sometimes shape-shift into him, when sometimes it doesn't works with Dolores' situation to get seconds.
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I felt pain. A little of pain. My eyes widened. Mouth opened. I almost fall. - "spoiled. Little. Brat." - he said. Tears were falling down my face. I never cried, but I always cared about how my brother thinks of me. I didn't wanted him to think bad of me. I love him. He loves me. I do not want for him to think bad of me. I don't want. I don't want for him to hate me. I don't want for him to think I'm a disappointment. I don't want for him to think I'm a spoiled brat. I don't want.
I DONT WANT TO.
A heavy breath. That's what I did. I could feel tears falling down on me bed. On my arm. I was breathing heavily. I was scared. Someone called out my name. I looked at my door and saw my brother with a glowing candle in his arms. He looked confused and worried. - "you don't hate me, right?!" - I shouted. Carlos got surprised. He sighed and putted the candle on the nightstand in front of him. - "you don't hate me, right? You don't hate me?!" - I started to repeat it numerous times. I started to cry more and more. Carlos sat on my bed and hugged me. I stopped shouting and hugged him tightly as I could. He said 'ow' and was just looking at a wall for 5 seconds, unless he heard me sobbing in his shoulder. - "please, you don't hate me?.." - I asked him. Carlos hugged me and said
"Of course I don't. Why you would think of it?"
I calmed down and he hugged me more with a warm smile on his face.
*sniff* BRO, I LOVE THEM, ZITHBFRSTIJ.
~ 886 words.
