Mine// Camilo X Y/n
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  • Reads 16,600
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 1h 23m
Complete, First published Jan 09, 2022
"You were gone for an hour at least! I need us time." Camilo complained. I laughed and hugged Camilo back. Our noses were touching. 
"I'm all yours now." I assured Camilo. He smiled slyly to himself. He's back to his old ways already.
"That's right. You're mine." Camilo said in a somewhat possessive tone. He was possessive in a good way. Not a weird way or psychotic. 
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Sequel to "This New Feeling!" 
They/them pronouns as highly requested 
READ THE FIRST ONE AND THEN THIS ONE OR CAMILO WILL HATE YOU IN A BAD WAY!
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The Contract

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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)