#EI DE CARLO

[burtlancster]

and that’s a criss cross

[grandcovenant]

everyone has their own niche media to unnecessarily bring up when thinking about the other thing they enjoy. and unfortunately mine is like, a brazilian miniseries from 2008 adapting a classic.

[khaylin27]

loml

pairing: carlos sainz x norris reader; oscar piastri x norris reader; lando norris x sister reader

series: the tortured poets department

synopsis: after leaving y/n norris at the alter, he sees how she heals and builds the life that she's always wanted for herself with another driver. he realizes that he lost the love of his life because he thought he would win a world championship with ferrari. ultimately, he lost the love of his life and is getting replaced by lewis hamilton.

warnings: infidelity; depression; mentions of sex

author's note: you guys kept asking about carlos' pov so here it is! this might be the last fic for this little series. if you want more content from this series please put it in my 'ask me anything' tab!

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing Back into rekindled flames? If we know the steps anyway

The day that Carlos left Y/N at the alter, he decided to waltz back into his favorite bar in Madrid. Every time Carlos and Y/N had come home to visit his family, he would make an excuse about 'hanging out with friends' but he was really hooking up with rekindled flames from the past.

"Hola Carlos, ¿qué haces aquí hoy? Pareces muy disfrazado. ¿Fuiste a una boda o algo así? Hey Carlos, what are you doing here today? You look all dressed up. Did you go to a wedding or something?" The pretty bartender that he's hooked up with before asks Carlos. She knows him so well that she makes him a drink.

"Sí, dejé mi propia boda. Yeah, I left my own wedding." Carlos says as he chugs down his alcohol then asks for another round.

"¡Te fuiste de tu propia boda! You walked away from your own wedding!" The bartender exclaims as she passes him another round of his drink "¿Qué pasó? Pensé que ella iba a ser la indicada ya que ustedes dos estuvieron juntos durante años. What happened? I thought she was going to be the one since you two were together for years"

I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed I felt aglow like this Never before and never since

"Fue mi culpa. Pensé que sería mejor estar seguro que tener los ojos estrellados. Yo quiero ganar el Campeonato del Mundo con Ferrari mientras ella quiere casarse y formar una familia. No quiero eso. It was my fault. I thought I would be better safe than starry eyed. I want to win World Champion with Ferrari while she wants to get married and start a family. I don't want that." Carlos explains to the bartender as he finishes another drink.

The bartender takes his empty glass. "Bueno, ella te dio unbrillo que ninguna otra puta podría darte. Well she gave you a glow that no other whore could ever give you." She gives Carlos yet another round.

Carlos understood what she meant. Y/N had given him aglow of life that he's never had before and he's pretty sure he won't have it after this.

If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary You and I go from one kiss to gettin married

Every night after leaving Y/N at the alter, Carlos' dreams give him glimpses of his relationship with Y/N. From him meeting Y/N for the first time at the McLaren office and finding out that she was his teammate's sister.

"Carlos, this is my sister, Y/N." Lando introduces Y/N to Carlos. "Y/N, this is my teammate, Carlos." Y/N smiles at Carlos.

"Hello Carlos, it's nice to meet you. I'll be around a lot since Lando always needs a baby sitter." Y/N and Carlos laugh at her joke while Lando was being pouty about it.

"It's nice to meet you too Y/N. I understand that Lando needs a baby sitter from time to time." Carlos looks at Lando and sees his pouty face. "Hey fix your face compañero buddy, your best friends are getting along."

"I don't like when my best friends pin against me." Lando jokes about them. "I hope it's not like this all the time."

"Maybe, maybe not. We'll see." Y/N smiles mischievously at Carlos and leaves to Lando's office to get work done.

****

After a couple weeks of seeing Y/N at the office, Carlos decided to make the first move with Y/N. He invited her on a date at nice restaurant in London. During the date, you guys talked about your childhoods, aspirations, and dreams.

"What's your biggest dream?" Carlos asks Y/N.

Y/N finishes taking a sip of her white wine. "Well my dream is to get married and start a family. I've always wanted that growing up. Hopefully the love of my life will come soon." Y/N lets out a breathy laugh.

Carlos hums at your response. "Maybe I'm the love of your life." He jokes.

Y/N gets up from her seat and moves to Carlos. "Maybe." She kisses him as a response. "Maybe we'll go from one kiss to gettin married."

Little did he know that they didn't.

You Holy Ghost, you told me I'm the love of your life

You said I'm the love of your life

About a million times

When Covid lockdown happened, Carlos and Y/N decided to take their relationship to the next level by moving in together. Only certain people knew about their relationship including Lando. One day, McLaren had asked Y/N to do a zoom interview with Will Buxton asking about your life.

"Hello Y/N! How are you doing?" Will asks as zoom starts recording Y/N's interview.

"I'm doing okay Will. Trying my best during the covid lockdown. How are you?" Y/N smile at the camera. Carlos was behind Y/N's computer while Y/N was doing her interview.

"I'm doing okay as well. Thank you for asking Y/N. We've set up this interview to get to know you better as a person. The fans only know you as 'Lando's sister and travel buddy.' So please tell us your story."

"Well Lando is my younger brother so I always took care of him ever since I was three. My family and I have always supported his F1 career. When my parents couldn't go support him during his karting and junior days, I would always go and support him. Once he got the opportunity to join Formula 1 with McLaren, he asked me to join him. So I left my job and decided to follow him around the world." Y/N explains her story to Will.

"That's amazing to hear." Will flips another questionnaire card. "So Y/N rumors around the paddock are saying you're with a certain Spanish driver." Y/N looks behind the camera and sees an intrigued Carlos listening to Will. "Is it true?"

"Yes, the rumors are true." Y/N smiles at the camera then to Carlos. "I'm so happy that we met through McLaren. He's the love of my life."

"Are you quarantining together during this lockdown?"

"Yes we are." Y/N laughs and gets Carlos' attention to come into the camera. "Say hi to Will babe."

Carlos pulls up a chair next to Y/N and says hi to Will. "It's good to see you Carlos. I know this is Y/N's interview but the viewers want to know about your relationship with her."

"Well, Y/N and I met through McLaren and Lando. She was my office crush at headquarters until I had the guts to ask her out. From there we both confessed that we had feelings for each other. She tells me I'm the love of her life about a million times a day." Y/N smiles at Carlos and gives him a kiss.

Who's gonna tell me the truth When you blew in with the winds of fate And told me I reformed you

Who knew that the winds of fate would ruin Carlos and Y/N's relationship? Once Carlos moved to Ferrari, he developed a slight drinking addiction to numb the pain of leaving McLaren. Carlos was was slowly fading away from Y/N because she would always remind him about what he had in McLaren.

Carlos can tell that he reformed Y/N from what she used to be. She would go out to every event he went to at his time in McLaren, but now she never got invited to Ferrari events.

Since Y/N wasn't invited to Ferrari events, he would start hooking up with the ladies invited to the event. Then when he got home, he would wake up Y/N from her sleep to have sex with her.

Who was going to tell Y/N the truth about Carlos' affairs?

When your impressionist paintings of Heaven Turned out to be fakes Well, you took me to hell, too

When Y/N got invited to a Ferrari event, she had found Carlos drunk and hooking up with a lady at the event. She left the event by herself while Carlos was still hooking up with other ladies. Once Carlos comes home, drunk, he asks Y/N to have sex.

"No Carlos." Y/N says as she tries to go back to sleep.

"Why not hermosa? beautiful You looked so pretty in that dress you wore?" Carlos peppers her arm and back with kisses trying to get her in the mood for sex.

"Carlos stop. I'm pissed off at you right now." She sits up and looks at him. She could tell he was drunk because he didn't care that you were crying. "I'm pissed off that I spent so much of my youth on you. We left the only place that we were happy at thinking it was better for you but it wasn’t. Only for you to hookup with a whore at an event while I was there. What happens when I’m not there? Is that why Ferrari doesn’t invite me to anything??"

"I'm sorry hermosa. beautiful It’s just been emotionally draining after the past couple of months." He hugs her.

"I know it's been but you're not helping if you keep doing this." As Y/N wipes her tears she then add. "I thought this move would be better for both of us. Remember how we dreamed of getting married and starting a family?"

"That's not my dream Y/N, that's your dream. My dream is to be World Champion and I won't let any distractions get in my way." That was like a slap in the face when Carlos told her this. It's like the impressionist paintings of the life they've talked about turned fake.

****

After the night of the Ferrari event, Y/N decided to not go to Ferrari events and the garage. During the 2021 of the Russian Grand Prix, Lando had spun and grazed the wall on one of his laps that caused him to not win the Russian Grand Prix. Carlos on the other hand got podium that day. Instead of celebrating with Y/N, he decided to party and hookup with more whores.

“Why the hell weren’t you with me celebrating my win?” Carlos yells at Y/N while she's sitting on the couch just staring at him.

“Didn’t think you needed me since that whore was wrapped around you.” Y/N saw the photos that F1 gossip accounts were posting on Twitter about him.

Carlos looks at her with frustration. “I’m sorry hermosa beautiful but I needed to let off the excitement .” Y/N roles her eyes at his response.

“‘Let off the excitement’ you have a girlfriend at home waiting for you.” Y/n explained to him.

“Well you should’ve been around me instead of that girl.” He says putting the blame back on Y/N.

“I was taking care of my brother. Your best friend that could’ve won today but didn’t. At least try to comfort your best friend instead of having whores going around you.”

“I swear ever since that night, you’ve just abandoned me and everything we’ve built.”

Y/n laughs at what Carlos says, “you’re saying I’ve abandoned you and everything we’ve built. Oh honey, I’m just going down with it.”

Y/N knuckles are turning white as she was clenching the pillow so she wouldn’t cry in front of him. “I’m leaving to London to be with Lando. Fix whatever is going on with you to fix this relationship.” Y/N knew deep down that Carlos resented her for what she said that night.

Carlos took put her through hell in their relationship.

If you know it in one glimpse It's legendary What we thought was for all time Was momentary

2024

The 2024 season started back up at the beginning of March at the Bahrain Grand Prix. Carlos had heard rumors that Y/N was back in the paddock with her boyfriend. Carlos didn't know who Y/N's new boyfriend was until he saw her talking with Alexandra.

Carlos and Charles walk up to Alex and Y/N. This was the first time they'll be seeing each other physically before the failed wedding. "Hi, Y/N. How are you?" Charles asks.

"I'm doing very well. Alex was telling me you guys are getting baby dachshund in a few weeks." Carlos was staring at Y/N because she had this glow that she once had at the beginning of their relationship. Y/N just ignores Carlos and pays attention to her conversation with Alex and Charles.

Alex tells Charles about what she said about the baby dachshund. "We're excited about starting our family by adding Leo." Charles smiles while talking about his baby dachshund. "But one day, we'll start our own human family."

'I'm happy for you guys for starting a family." Y/N smile at them. "I've always wanted to start a family of my own. Right Carlos?" Y/N asks him since he was listen to the conversation as well. Carlos was too stunned to speak. He used to remember the times he and Y/N would talk about getting married and starting a family.

While Carlos was reflecting on the past, two drivers wearing papaya colored race suits join the conversation. "What are we talking about?" Lando asks.

"We were talking about Charles and Alexandra starting a family by them getting a dog." Carlos says completely ignoring Y/N's question. He notices Oscar back hugging Y/N while she was listening to the conversation. I guess Y/N's new boyfriend is Lando's rookie teammate. She has a type, McLaren men.

"I'm getting a nephew! I thought Y/N would give me on before you Charles." Lando says jokingly to the group. Everyone except for Carlos laughs at Lando's joke.

"One day we'll give you a nephew or niece mate." Oscar says to the group then looks at Y/N. "Let me put a ring on her finger and get tied to her first before that." Carlos notices Y/N's smile at what Oscar says. He missed when she smiled at him like that.

Still alive, killing time at the cemetery Never quite buried You cinephile in black and white All those plot twists and dynamite

After Carlos got his appendix removed and won the Australian Grand Prix, he never expected the news that came from f1news instagram account. It was photos of Y/N and Oscar's wedding that they had in Australia. This was a plot twist that was ready to explode like dynamite for him.

He didn't know how to feel seeing Y/N finally getting married to none other than Oscar. His feelings for her were still alive, killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried.

He saw black and white that night as he decided to get wasted in an Australian club and hooking up with whores.

f1news HEARTBREAK SEASON FOR CARLOS SAINZ: After the Ferrari driver's first win of the season, he finds himself at a club after the news broke that his ex fiancé, Y/N Norris, got married to McLaren driver, Oscar Piastri days after his win. It doesn't help that he doesn't have a driver seat for next year since Ferrari has decided to sign 7 time World Champion, Lewis Hamilton.

user1 KARMA IS A BITCH HAHAHA

user2 carlos left y/n at the alter in july 2022, now she's happy and married with oscar. carlos is missing out on the life he could've had.

user3 so long carlos 👋 our girl is in her happy married era

You talked me under the table Talking rings and talking cradles I wish I could un-recall How we almost had it all

After the intense race for Lando in Emilia Romagna, Carlos decided to visit Lando in his private room. "Lando where are you?"

Lando opens the door wide to let the Spanish driver in, "What's up Carlos?"

"I just wanted to congratulate you on getting 2nd. It was one hell of a fight." He smiles at Lando until he looks around and is confused what's going on. "Why are you guys here?" Asking Charles and Alexandra.

Alexandra, happy for some reason he didn't know says, "Y/N is pregnant. Isn't it exciting?"

"It is," Carlos notices pregnancy glow radiating off you. "Oscar was so excited when we found out we were going to have a baby girl. As soon as we told Lando about the gender, him and Oscar were online shopping on the couch together." Carlos notices how happy Y/N was talking about her pregnancy to Alexandra.

"My niece needs to have the best of the best. Oscar and I were looking at the McLaren merch to see if the factory can make baby versions of it." Carlos didn't care what Lando was saying because all of his attention was on Y/N.

He remembered when he would talk about rings and cradles with Y/N during the pandemic. He wishes he could un-recall how he almost had it all. Instead of him wrapping his arms around her midsection. Oscar's hands were wrapped around her and her midsection. "Carlos are you listening?"

"Yeah," Carlos coughs. "Congrats on your pregnancy Y/N and Oscar." Carlos says and leaves the McLaren room sad about what he could've had.

Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire Your arson's match your somber eyes And I'll still see it until I die You're the loss of my life

It was the end of the Monaco Grand Prix, Charles had won the race, Oscar was in second place, and Carlos got third. As Carlos was getting out of his car, he sees Oscar running to you giving you hugs and kisses. The cameras were on the two of you since this was your first time showing your baby bump in public. Tears were threatening to fall off Carlos' eyes as he sees Oscar knelling down to kiss your baby bump. He was seeing the field of dreams he once reserved for you now engulfed in fire.

Carlos rubs his somber eyes and heads to the podium before the media sees him. Carlos watches the McLaren team plus Lando, lift Oscar away from Y/N so that he can get to the podium. From there you guys are received your trophies but Carlos' eyes were on you smiling happily at your husband. Once the national anthems were played, the drivers sprayed each other with champagne. Carlos couldn't care less about his win because he lost the love of his life.

****

Once Charles was done with his post race interview, the interviewer starts talking to Oscar. "Congrats Oscar on your first podium of the season and becoming a father soon. It's amazing how these two happened weeks apart."

"Thank you for the congratulations. From getting married at my home country, to finding out we'll be having a baby girl, to now getting my first podium of the season. I'm truly on a high with life right now." Oscar smiles at the camera knowing that Y/N always watches the post race interviews.

"Right now McLaren is in 3rd place for constructor's standings compared to last year's standings at 6th place. Tell me what you and Lando are doing for the team." The interviewer asks.

"Well Lando has been on a winning streak getting podiums after China but to be honest we're not doing anything different. It's all my wife's doing. I joke with her that she's like heroin but this time with an 'E' at the end." Everyone except for Carlos in the room laughs at Oscar's little joke.

"And soon you're going to be having a baby girl." Charles adds to the conversation. "You'll have two lucky charms on track." They both smile at the interviewer before they move on to Carlos' interview.

"Carlos, how are you feeling after being third on the podium today?" The interviewer asks Carlos.

Carlos rubs his somber eyes before talking, "It's okay. It's another win but I'm happy that Charles got first at his home race." Carlos said caring less about the interview.

"How do you feel about seeing your ex fiancé happy in her marriage with Oscar and soon to have a baby girl on the way?"

Carlos takes a deep breath and looks at the camera knowing Y/N is watching. "Things didn't work out for me and Y/N but I'm very happy for them." Carlos looks at Oscar and gives him a smile. It wasn't a genuine smile but like they say 'fake it till you make it.'

"Thank you Carlos." Oscar says while Charles leaves to jump into the Monaco harbor. "I'm exhausted." Oscar extends his feet on the couch while Carlos does the same.

The moment of peace didn't last long because Y/N walks in, "Come on love, your daughter wants gelato." Carlos notices the soft smile on Y/N's face.

"I'm coming honey," Oscar gets off the couch and walks to Y/N. "Are you sure your daughter is the one wanting gelato or is it you?" Oscar jokes with Y/N.

"Maybe both." Y/N laughs before kissing Oscar. "Either way I want LEC gelato so I can support your Monegasque genes." They both laugh at the joke the media has made during the week of the race.

As Y/N and Oscar walk away out of the room, Carlos realizes that Y/N was the loss of his life.

f1news EX FIANCE AND NOW HUSBAND ON THE PODIUM TOGETHER AFTER THE MONACO GRAND PRIX: Carlos Sainz, Y/N Piastri's ex fiancé, was seen relaxing on the couch with Oscar Piastri, Y/N's husband. The two were taking a break after the intense race before Y/N came in asking her husband for LEC gelato ice cream.

user1 this was so awkward to watch 😭

user2 oscar getting up as soon as y/n asked oscar for lec gelato 🥺

user3 y/n supporting monegasque genes by asking for lec gelato. i love the piastri-leclerc family so much 🥹😭

user4 their baby girl is gonna love charles giving her lec gelato once she's able to have some 🥺

user5 carlos was basically third wheeling in their convo 💀

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A/N: that's it everyone 😭 thank you for supporting this mini series from the tortured poets department. now it's time to work on the actual stories on ttpd. if you want more content from this story please don't be afraid to ask on my 'ask me anything' tab.

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[dovesdreaming]

The magic between us

Summary: Carlos de vil unexpectedly meets you on your arrival from wonderland. Your card tricks (and yourself) pique his interest.

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Carlos de Vil had seen many strange things in his life. Growing up on the Isle of the Lost, surrounded by villainous magic, he’d come to expect the unexpected. But meeting someone from Wonderland? That was a whole new level of strange. The day you arrived at Auradon Prep was one of the rare calm days for Carlos. Mal and Evie were off on some mission, Jay was tangled up in sports, and Carlos found himself tinkering with one of his many inventions on the lawn near the library. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the nearby trees, making it feel like just another peaceful day. Then you appeared.

A portal, shimmering with vibrant colors and swirls of patterns, materialized out of thin air. Carlos straightened up, his invention forgotten as he watched in wide-eyed fascination. Out of the portal, you stumbled, looking disoriented but unbothered. You had a deck of cards clutched in your hand, your outfit a riot of colors that matched the Wonderland aesthetic, and a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. “Who-what-uh…” Carlos stammered, standing up and trying to make sense of the situation. “Who are you?” You smiled, a little wicked and a lot of wonder. “I’m from Wonderland” you said simply, like it explained everything. “The name’s Y/N”.

Carlos blinked, still trying to process. “Like..Wonderland Wonderland?” You chuckled, twirling a card between your fingers. “Is there any other?” As if to prove your point, you flicked the card towards the ground, and as soon as it touched the earth, it exploded into a burst of colorful fireworks. Red, green, and gold sparks showered into the air, crackling in a way that made Carlos grin despite himself. “That’s… that’s pretty cool” he admitted, his curiosity piqued. You shrugged. “It’s just a little something I can do. Wonderland magic, you know? Cards are kind of my thing. Like these”.

You threw down another card, this time a Queen of Hearts, and instantly a life-sized card soldier appeared, fully armored and at attention. The soldier snapped to attention and saluted both you and Carlos, stiff and formal. Carlos took a cautious step closer, eyes wide with awe. “You can summon soldiers from your cards?” “Mmmhmm”you hummed, flipping through the deck. “Each card does something different. Some summon creatures, some create illusions, and some” you threw down a ten of clubs, and suddenly the air was filled with glowing, dancing lights, “are just for fun”. Carlos’s mind raced. As a natural inventor, he was always looking for ways to improve his gadgets and skills. Your magic, your Wonderland ability, was something he couldn’t even begin to comprehend, but the idea of it? It fascinated him.

“Could you teach me?” he blurted out before he could stop himself. You tilted your head, studying him. “Teach you? To use Wonderland magic? You’re not from Wonderland, though”. “I know, I know. But you can’t just show me something that cool and expect me not to want to learn. Besides” Carlos’s grin turned playful, “I’m pretty smart. I can figure things out”. You considered him for a moment, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Alright, Carlos de Vil, I’ll teach you. But on one condition”. “Name it”. “You help me find my way around Auradon Prep” you said, looking around at the grand castle-like school. “This place is huge, and I’m still not entirely sure why I’m here. The Queen of Hearts said it was ‘to learn’ but I’m not exactly a straight-A student”. Carlos chuckled. “Deal. I’ll give you the grand tour. And in exchange, you show me how to make fireworks with cards”.

Over the next few weeks, Carlos became your unofficial guide to Auradon, and in return, you taught him the basics of Wonderland magic. You showed him how to manipulate the cards, how to channel their energy into tangible creations. It didn’t take long for Carlos to get the hang of it, he had a natural knack for figuring out patterns and codes, and Wonderland magic, though strange, followed its own set of rules. The two of you became inseparable. Where Carlos went, you were there, flipping cards or summoning soldiers to help carry books or cause minor chaos in the halls. It wasn’t long before Mal, Evie, and Jay took notice.

“What’s up with you and the Wonderland kid?” Jay teased one day after practice. “You two are always together”. Carlos rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile on his face. “It’s not like that. We’re just..learning from each other. They’re teaching me magic”. Evie raised an eyebrow. “Magic? Carlos, you hate magic”. “Not Wonderland magic” he corrected, thinking of the way your face lit up when you pulled off a particularly tricky spell. “Wonderland magic is different. It’s... fun”. Mal leaned in, smirking. “Uh-huh. Sure. It’s the magic that’s fun, not the person teaching it”. Carlos felt his cheeks flush. “Shut up”.

One evening, as the sun set and the sky was painted in hues of pink and orange, you and Carlos found yourselves sitting by the edge of the lake, cards scattered between you. “I never thought I’d be friends with a de Vil” you said, tossing a card in the air and catching it effortlessly. “Let alone one who doesn’t act like a villain”. Carlos smiled softly. “I guess we’re both full of surprises”. You glanced at him, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. “Yeah, like how you’re actually getting pretty good at this” You nodded towards the cards in his hand.

Carlos had been practicing. He flicked a card onto the ground, a simple two of hearts, and immediately a small burst of red sparks flew up. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “Not bad, huh?” he said proudly. You laughed, nudging him playfully. “Not bad at all. You’ve come a long way, Carlos”.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the stars began to twinkle in the sky, you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, you had found something, someone, worth staying in Auradon for. And Carlos, for the first time in his life, felt like he had found a kind of magic he actually wanted to hold onto. And maybe-just maybe-it wasn’t entirely the cards that made his heart race.

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[vamossainz55]

always - carlos sainz jr

summary (5.5k words): inspired by always by daniel caesar and requested by one of my favorite people @scuderiasundays. or the one where you and carlos find your way back to each other. warnings: mentions and hints of s*x (no explicit writing), hints towards cheating. a lot of longing, tension, and a disgusting amount of use of the word always. sorry it had to be done.

“feliz año nuevo!” 

carlos smiles when his mother comes close, stamping a kiss to his cheek. he wraps his arm around her, hugging her close as the sound of fireworks erupt through the city. 

he can hear the cheers from the other houses and the sound of the tv still playing. la puerta de sol is on the screen, a new number he needs to remember for the year splashed on top of it with a nicely written font. 

“terminaste todas las uvas?” did you finish all of your grapes? reyes asks, ruffling her son’s hair fondly. carlos scrunches his face slightly but leans into her touch anyways. only two people in the world were allowed to touch his hair, his mother’s just lucky she’s one of them. 

“si las terminé,” as he moves to pull his phone can feel the slight rumble in his stomach as proof, along with the ache of his jaw from chewing so quickly. 

“y pediste un deseo?” carlos blinks, mind flashing to mere seconds ago after he had chewed down the twelve grapes. he smiles. 

“claro mamá” he says before his attention is taken up by his father, who pulls him into a hug. hugging his father turns into hugging blanca, and hugging blanca turns into hugging caco, and that turns into hugging the rest of the group. 

soon hugs turned into cheering with champagne. then shotting tequila. and then one or two bottles of beer.

in between all the drinks and laughs his mind frequently goes back to the wish he had made as the clock rang 12. 

he really wonders if his wish would come true, the reminder prompting him to take out his phone. 

it’s only when he’s looking at the lit up screen that he feels it. the quick movement of his eyes but the slow motion of his vision. the alcohol was surely taking effect and he was definitely starting to feel the consequences.

he unlocks his phone anyways, goes to open whatsapp with one name in his mind. as he clicks on the logo he sees the notification come in. your name sits nicely at the top of the list of conversations. 

‘happy new years! i know this will be your year, go get em x’ 

he smiles, and against his better judgement types in ‘what if its our year?’ it’s cheesy, but in the moment it seems great to him. his thumb hovers over the send button as he tries his best not to think too much about it. 

is this too much? he hesitates pressing send, thinking. god. i can still taste the tequila in my mouth. his lips purse and he smacks his lips against each other. why is my mouth so dry? i should go get water. he gives his train of thoughts an approval, nodding to himself before pocketing his phone. 

don’t get distracted carlos. he tries his best to make it to the kitchen, but his resolve breaks when another shot glass is being handed to him. he smells it. vodka hm, at least it isnt tequila. he thinks before downing the contents of the glass. 

he figures water can wait for later.

its later that night (or maybe he should say morning?) that he climbs up the stairs, more blurry eyed than before with a bottle of water in his hand. he almost misses a few steps, letting out a winded breath when he reaches the top. he finds piñon laying by the railing, head tucked on his legs.

his eyes look up at carlos, clearly having expected him to come sooner. “sorry piñon, tenemos que festejar un poco no?” we need to party a little bit no? carlos asks, crouching down to pet the top of his head.

he watches the way piñon leans into his touch, puppy dog eyes as big as ever and in that moment he remembers his wish. “no te muevas, que estas muy mono,” don’t move, you look adorable he says before fishing his phone out of his pocket. 

the battery widget flashes red, a notification announcing he has less than 10% left making an appearance. he dismisses it quickly, swiping to open up his camera app instead. 

click. 

he smiles at the photo on his screen. he can barely hold himself up though so he gets up on his feet, legs wobbling a bit in the process. he pockets his phone again, he figures he can send the photo later, his bed already calling out his name. he stumbles into it face first, bottle still in his hand. 

he dreams of his wish and the text he’ll receive when he wakes up. 

but when he opens his phone the next morning to realise his text is still half written without being sent, he’s too embarrassed to even look at it. he deletes the whole text, and doesn’t send you anything altogether. 

it’s a quiet day, different to the bustling life he’s used to. it’s something he barely imagined himself appreciating, a contrast to what he used to crave: busy schedules, back to back flights, speeding through tracks, or even streets, the thrill of it all.

madrid always helped him wind down, allow his two feet to settle back on the ground. it’s a nice reminder that there’s a life outside of it all: outside of hotels, outside of planes, outside of cars. 

which is why, neatly packed between meetings, trainings, catch-ups with friends, he always slots in quiet morning walks in the city. 

he soaks it all in, eyes tracing every window, every door, every crack in each tile he steps on. he’s in the city he calls home, where nothing really changes, but where nothing really stays the same. 

small droplets of rain pellet on his skin as he walks, going past the all too familiar park he practically grew up in. the see-saw looks the same, along with the black handles he used to grip whenever his friends would get off from the other side without warning.

he smiles at the memory. his own high pitched voice rings in his ears, letting out expletives that kids his age would more than get in trouble for. 

it’s the next step he takes that brings him back to reality. an unhinged tile that’s peaking unexpectedly high. 

he trips, shoulders raising slightly as he catches himself with his other foot. distracted, he doesn’t notice the person in front of him, not until he lets out a small but embarrassed breath of relief whilst looking up. 

“carlos?” his name rolling off your tongue sends goosebumps to his skin and his eyes grow slightly. “i didn’t know you were going to be home,” you come closer this time, hand going over his shoulder to grab behind his neck. your touch sends a shiver down his back. 

despite the buffer of his brain he moves naturally around you, body responding faster than his thoughts. his hands go to your waist just as your cheeks touch. right cheek first, left cheek second. he takes the moment to take it all in. he feels your fingertips at the nape of his neck, your hair gently brushing over his shoulder your perfume still smells the same, the flowery and sweet aroma invading his senses. 

he realises he misses it. 

he realises he misses you. 

“yeah, I just landed yesterday.” his thoughts are slowly prickling in again, and he remembers where he is, what he’s doing. “and you know me,” 

you smile, because you do. “always squeezing a walk in?” 

he nods, eyes going over you. you don’t have much on you, your phone in one hand and your bag slung over your shoulder.

“always,” he answers. 

there’s a moment of silence as you scan over him this time. you notice he doesn’t have anything on him either, just a phone peeking out of his pocket.

“are you-” you start.

“where-“ he laughs when he realises he interrupted you, sheepishly scratching the back of his head. 

“you go,“ its said simultaneously between the two of you, and this time you’re both laughing, rosy cheeked and crinkly eyed. 

“okay,” he raises his hand so you can’t cut him off this time. “ladies first,” his tongue is resting gently between his teeth as he patiently waits for you to go ahead. 

“i was asking if you are going anywhere,” he shakes his head to answer. there’s a second question on the tip of your tongue, but you go for a third one instead. “what were you going to ask?”

“where you are going,” he doesn’t say it like a question, because in that little moment he knows you’re both on the same page. “but, i’m changing it to- if you want to grab coffee with me?”

one black coffee and one latte macchiato sit between you both. the smell of ground coffee floats in the air, mixed with the smell of freshly baked bread. 

it’s like the place misses you more than you miss it, the walls feel closer, warmer, asking you both to stay as long as possible. in reality though, you both don’t know how long this encounter would last. 

even maria, the older lady that owned the cafe, had welcomed you both with wide smiles and open arms, sneaking past the counter to hug you both. she still remembered your order by heart, shooing you both to sit down before any of you even ordered anything. 

it’s been a while since you’ve both sat together like this, scooted into the small table of the cafe, tucked into your corner. the table is as small as ever, and peaking right from under carlos’ drink you spot the little doodle on the wooden table from years ago. carlos spots it too. 

you remember the panicked voice carlos had that day. you had been coming back from the restroom just to find him leaning over the table with a far from innocent look. “i messed up,” he had whispered. at first he didn’t want to show you, and his dramatization of it all made you expect the worst. 

you were only met with a slight chip on the table, barely noticeable to the naked eye (or to whoever wasn’t looking for it). despite carlos’ demeanor you only laughed, grabbing a marker from your bag. you had made sure maria wasn’t looking before covering it in black. 

“it isn’t enough,” carlos murmurs, hunching over again to grab the pen to add more ink. 

you remember the gentle sound of the marker going back and forth. you give him a second, and then two, and then three, and by the fourth you nudge his foot. “carlos, i think we’re good.” but of course he shakes his head, an argument about needing the colors to blend. “it’s a marker on wood carlos, it isn’t going to blend,” but alas he doesn’t stop, not for a bit at least. 

you go for your phone, sighing softly with a shake of your head. you take a photo of him, writing the caption ‘this is literally your son right now’ and sending it to reyes when you notice the silence coming from the other side of the table. 

you glance back at carlos, finding him silently staring at the blob of black he had created. you can tell the moment he realises what he’s done, “... it’s way worse now isn’t it?” he asks, almost comically. 

“you’re really something else,” you bite your bottom lip, rolling your eyes as you hold back a laugh. “give,” you say, thanking him when he hands over the marker to you. “now go own up to maria, and i’ll at least try and make it cute.” 

he murmurs a sorry, cheeks going red as he lets you fix the problem he somehow made worse. he thanks you with several pecks though, whispering “you’re the best” into your ear. 

you end up covering the blob with a heart, and maria finds the whole thing too endearing to even get mad (she had apparently spotted carlos panicking even before you had come back from the restroom). 

you’d never admit it out loud, but you were grateful that a memory of you both was sealed somewhere. 

as always, your thumb taps at the glass of your coffee cup. you’re quiet, eyes scanning over the foam that’s collected at the top of your drink now. carlos watches you, the way you bring your cup to your lips before taking a sip of coffee. your tongue peaks out for a split second after to swipe at the cloudy texture left behind on your lips and he has to deny the urge to reach out with his thumb to wipe it away for you instead.

“thought you didn’t go anywhere without your red ferrari shirt,” you joke, the warmth of the drink calming your words. carlos only laughs, mirroring your actions to take a sip of his own cup. he places the cup next to the doodle this time, letting his hand rest on the table. his fingers tap over the fading ink, gently tracing the shape. 

“so you’re keeping up with my life hm?” carlos teases before sitting back into his chair, hands back at cupping his mug. 

“of course i do,” you answer, gently knocking your foot against his. he smiles at the revelation, as if you didn’t still like his photos, or left one-off replies to his stories. infact, you had wished him new years first. despite both of you deciding it was better to part ways, you both continued to put your best efforts in somehow remaining connected. 

carlos still wished you happy birthday every year, sent you a photo of piñon whenever he went home, and dropped a comment whenever he was on his instagram (he was glad you had your account on private). 

it’s not the same as it used to be though. you’re not really there, but it's enough for now.

“you never texted me back.” carlos looks at you, raising his brow slightly to feign confusion. he knows what you mean though because unfortunately, alcohol induced memory loss only existed prior to going to sleep. 

“i… forgot,” he lies, frowning small to himself because it's a bad excuse, a bit mean even. 

“mhm,” you give him a proper look before sighing. it was clear that you were frustrated, frustrated that you cared so much about it. 

“you know i didn’t mean to,” carlos murmurs, and it isn’t an apology. as much as he wanted to, he knew he didn't owe you one, and frankly, even though you wanted one you’d never accept it. 

“i know,” you murmur before taking a deep breath. carlos fights the urge to hold your hands, to tell you that it's fine. so instead, he pulls out his phone. 

“i do have a photo for you though, albeit a bit late” he says, unlocking his screen to open his gallery. you perk up at the mention of a picture and you sit up a bit, this time scooting closer. 

your knees touch just as carlos turns his phone to show you his screen. 

“he’s so cute,” you coo at the sight of piñon staring at you through the phone. slowly reaching to move the phone closer, your fingers go over his and carlos expects you to take his phone, but instead you let your touch linger. 

there’s a moment of silence before your eyes shift from the phone to carlos. there’s so much you want to say, but you know it isn’t fair to any of you. 

“i miss him,” carlos looks at you. the words feel heavier than they should. they hold more meaning and you both know it. he puts his hand down, fingers tracing over the doodle once more. 

“i know, he misses you too.” 

some nights carlos stays up late, staring at the ceiling of whatever room he’s staying in for the night. he likes to draw images on the ceiling, imagine something he can’t have but ultimately wants.

he sometimes imagines crossing the finish line first, lifting the trophy, sitting on the top step of the podium. not only once but multiple times. sometimes he imagines lifting the wdc trophy, imagines his name carved into the list of legends in the sport. 

as much as he loves the sport, it’s exhausting most times. both physically and mentally. the traveling, although fun, taxes him mentally. 

the changing hotel rooms, living out of a suitcase almost every other week gets old pretty quickly when you’ve been doing it for years. friends and family are good company, but sometimes he craves more. a constant, a person to call his. 

so inbetween images of the top step of the podium, glimpses of you always seem to appear through his mind.

he let his ritual slip once when talking to lando. lando calls it manifesting, something he’d caught when scrolling through tiktok. and carlos isn’t one to believe in the energy of the universe, but for this he’ll make an exception. some things are meant to be wished for. 

and honestly carlos needs to thank lando, even give him a gift, because tonight is one of those nights, and one thing he didn’t expect is to be behind the wheel of his car after being tucked in bed almost two hours prior. 

the moment your name flashed across the screen he was already up on his feet.

so he parks in your driveway, just to see you sitting on the stairs of your doorstep. he takes off his seatbelt, lets the engine run for a second as he tries not to think about it too much. 

you only look up when he opens the car door, slowly getting up as he comes closer to you. that’s when he notices it, your wet cheeks and swollen eyes. “hey,” you murmur, voice shaky. he doesn’t say anything, just wraps his arms around you before pulling you close to his chest. 

and this is exactly why you both didn’t see eachother often. why distance was best for you both. because here he is, on your doorstep with your face tucked into his chest. 

he knows why you called, knows showing up isn’t making it easier for any of you, but he’s selfish, and you are too. it might not be the first time you’ve called, but every time it happens carlos is scared it’ll be the last.

it feels like a ritual, carlos climbing into your bed in his boxers and a shirt you had chucked at him from his previous late night visit. no matter how long ago you always kept it with you. 

the room is cold, your insistence of not turning on the heater during winter still prominent after all these years. he never minds though, not when your body presses against his under the sheets, not when his arms wrap around you to pull you close.

his lips press against your forehead, soft and careful. he feels you let out a small breath, feels the tip of your nose poking at the center of his chest. he moves to look down at you to find your eyes already on him. “you feel better?” he asks, carefully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. he lets his fingers graze over your cheek, thumb slowly going under your chin. 

“i do, thank you for coming,” you murmur, eyes dropping to his lips. you both know you shouldn’t. 

you continue to lay in eachother’s company, letting the familiarity sink in. it’s the perfect moment to forget about it all, about why moments like these were worth the distance and the stress. it’s the perfect moment to think about the what if’s.

and the nights always start like this, with strong composure and innocent touches. but every single time the night fails to end how it starts.

your breath feels warm against his neck and his grip is strong on your waist. your lips always manage to press closer and his hands always manage to go lower. 

“carlos,” you murmur. it’s always soft and always so needy. 

and carlos should know better, does know better, but his hands are slipping under your shirt, and your fingers are already dipping into the waistband of his boxers.  

his teeth graze against the sweet spot on your neck and the sounds you let out spur him on further. 

he wants this moment with you.  

you always awaken to an empty bed after, with no evidence of his presence apart from the marks on your skin. it never upsets you to wake up by yourself, as it was an easy way for you to run away from the reality of the previous night.

sometimes though you like to imagine what it would be like if he stayed one of the mornings.  whether you both would finally talk about everything, instead of tip-toeing around it all, but you never do. 

at the ene of the day the risk always seemed to outweigh the rewards. 

despite waking up with a certain sense of satisfaction, the feeling was always mixed with guilt, and often times regret. not for the choices made during the night but regret for letting things end in the first place. 

the risk of not being on the same page was definitely not worth the conversation. you were just as selfish as carlos. if turning your head towards another direction was all you needed to do then that is exactly what you’d choose. 

so life peruses normally, the seasons continue to change. the snow from winter melts as the spring flowers take their time to flourish. but every night when you close your eyes it’s like there’s something missing.

you never seem to shake it off, the only option is to dull it out, seeking comfort in others that don’t just quite make you feel the same way. carlos is no better though. 

you see the headlines on ‘hola’ magazine. the photos of carlos going home with a pretty brunette or blonde not far ahead. the girls change every other week and you can’t even bother to keep up, especially not when you have your own little distraction. 

this time it’s javi. a friend of a friend who funnily enough works in motorsport too. unlike carlos, he isn’t a driver, mainly arranging the different events that go through spain. 

you try to not mention carlos at all, especially when the formula 1 spanish gp gets brought up to the table one month into seeing each other. you just hoped your friend knew better, but unfortunately she doesn’t and you’re the only one to blame for it. 

“her ex is a ferrari driver now!” it’s innocent, your friend blissfully unaware of the way you tensed at the mention of carlos. in everyone else’s eyes you were both fine, some would even say great, the picture perfect image of healthy exes. 

“oh?” he asks. he senses the tension growing in your demeanor, the way you shift in your seat. your friend notices the questioning look he gives you. 

she laughs, genuine, and innocent. “it’s not like that, they’re on good terms. no funny business anywhere.” and it sounds so true that you almost believe it yourself.

the topic washes over the conversation, but your mind stays right there.

her words ring in your head. on good terms. no more funny business. you’d be lying if you said you no longer remember the way carlos’ lips traced your skin, or the way his hand wrapped around your neck. 

“so you’d be down to come with me to barcelona?” you snap out of your thoughts at the question, gaze coming up from the table. 

“sure, it’d be nice.” you answer, not finding the courage to even make an excuse. your fingers fiddle with the hem of your shirt during this. should you give carlos a heads up? 

you smile when you get a peck at your lips, nodding when being asked if you were excited. “very,” you say, wondering at the same time when you had gotten so good at lying when it came to carlos. 

the sun is shining brightly over the city, no cloud in sight. you can’t complain about the heat though, not when you’re tucked inside the paddock’s hospitality area. your paddock pass hangs around your neck, special guest written in small fine print along with your name. 

you’re by yourself at your table, fingers fiddling with your phone’s strap as you wait for javi to get back to you. he had left over an hour ago for a catch up with the board of the track, and although you didn’t mind spending some time by yourself, the wait is becoming longer than you had initially expected. 

you’re not short on entertainment, deciding to walk to the balcony as the sound of the engines reverberate through the building. 

you watch the flurry of f2 cars pass, each car being pushed to its limit as the drivers attempt to qualify with the best lap possible. the crowd cheers as they watch a new name place itself in p1.

your mind wanders as you watch, thinking about the red badge you had tucked away in one of the zippers of your purse.

you had received it in your mailbox a week after telling carlos you were going to be at the race.  

he knew you were coming with javi, the only catch though was that you only received one pass. 

you entertain the idea, a quick drop-by wouldn’t hurt any of you. it’s carlos’ home race and it felt wrong to not wish him good luck. 

so when javi’s apology appears on your phone saying it would take him a few hours, you find yourself turning away from the track and slipping the tag off your neck as you make your way out. 

you shoot out a text, dropping by to say hi. 

you get your answer before you even get to ferrari’s building, the red pass now hanging around your neck instead and you find carlos standing idle by the entrance. 

the moment he spots you he eyes you over, gaze following down the black and red lanyard to see your tag. as childish as it is he finds himself smirking, well aware of who’s name you were carrying around with the badge. 

you’re let in easily, carlos pressing the button to open the doors from the inside. he gives you a hug, finding comfort in the way you tucked your chin over his shoulder. 

your badge is between his fingers when you pull away. he flips the badge over, reads over the text before letting it go. he does nothing more of it, simply asking you how you were before taking you upstairs to his room in search of more privacy.

the room is bright red, a contrast to the white walls you were used to during his time at toro rosso. you make no issue of making yourself comfortable though, sitting on one of the chairs that’s pressed against his table. 

“the whole country is rooting for you,” it’s merely an observation of your time so far, countless of 55 merch dispersed all around the crowd. “you nervous?” it’s supposed to be teasing, but carlos knows you enough to notice the place of concern in your question. 

“a bit, shitting myself actually.” the confession comes out more serious than not and he simply tries to brush it off with a laugh. “but hey- can’t be worse than last year hm?” the joke falls flat between you both and there’s a silence that is almost suffocating. despite carlos’ good nature and strong spirit, you knew him well enough to know he was still letting past performances follow him.

the seconds feel like hours before you speak up, trying to determine what is best for you to say. you know carlos was one of the last people to want something sugar coated for him. “last year was.. something. but if anything- from what i saw today the crowd believes in you.” 

carlos lets out a lighthearted laugh, and you know what he thinks of your answer. “don’t just say that to make me feel better.” 

his eyes bore into you as you say the next words, and you let your eyes meet then. “you know, i say that because i believe in you too.” 

throughout all the years you’ve known him, one thing never failed to be true: you had always believed him from the beginning, and at the end of the day you’d always be rooting for him. 

“thought i’d get to meet your boyfriend today,” carlos says, resting on the edge of his table as he crosses his arms across his chest. you can’t tell if the remark is meant to be a jab, or whether it was something carlos wanted to do. “it’s serious?” 

he doesn’t look jealous, simply leaning his head to the side as he waits for you to answer. you could lie, say that it was serious and you wanted it to go somewhere, but you’d both know you wouldn’t be telling the truth. 

the choice you end up with is to not answer altogether, letting out a sigh instead. that’s all that carlos needs to know so he nods, taps his fingers over his arm. “how much time do you have?”

you watch him walk over to the door, and you pinch the end of your dress as your eyes trace his back. “i think i need company for the nerves.” he explains, “is it okay?” 

it isn’t okay, but javi wouldn’t be back for at least two hours. “i have as much time as you need me,”

you expect carlos to lock the door, for both of you to ignore the elephant in the room and just continue the cycle but the lock never clicks. 

instead he turns back around, a nervous expression on his face. you feel the energy of the room shift, and you watch carlos come closer. “actually… is it okay if we just talk?” he doesn’t mean just talking, the fiddling of his fingers giving it away. 

“about?” 

“you know about what,” carlos murmurs, “i just- i need to know where we’re both at. well, where you’re at.” 

you chew your bottom lip, take a deep breath as you tuck your hands under you. “but, what if,” you’re unsure on what to say next. what if you’re not on the same page? what if you realise it’s best to end things? “what if things change?” 

carlos smiles small, shakes his head before he speaks. “i’ll always be here, you know that right? even if we’re not on the same page right now.“

“i know.” you murmur as he sits down next to you.

it’s later that night that you break it off with javi with an apology and carlos’ hotel room card in your back pocket. 

you stay the night, the morning, and the night after that. 

“feliz año nuevo!”

carlos smiles when his mother comes close, stamping a kiss to his cheek. he wraps his arm around her, hugging her close as the sound of fireworks slowly dwindle down. 

the cheers have already died down, and the tv is on silent, music playing through the stereo instead. 

“terminaste todas las uvas?” did you finish all of your grapes? reyes asks, gently reaching over to fix carlos’ hair. carlos rolls his eyes playfully, they weren’t even ten minutes into new years and two people had already touched his hair.

“no, no las terminé,” he looks away from reyes, unable to stop the smile that was forming on his lips and the warmth he felt spread through his chest. 

reyes smiles, follows carlos’ gaze. she doesn’t need to ask but does so anyways “y no pediste un deseo?” and you didn’t make a wish? carlos shakes his head. 

“el mio ya se cumplió,” mine already came true. 

it takes you a moment to catch carlos staring, and he holds back a laugh when your eyes go wide the moment you realise reyes is there with him. you’re quick to walk over, “reyes, happy new years.” you’re smiling ear to ear, blanca who had stolen you from carlos mere minutes ago trailing behind. 

as soon as you’re done hugging reyes he wraps his arms around you from behind, presses a kiss to your cheek before shifting to peck at your lips. 

“quit snogging. you didn’t even try finishing your grapes before.” blanca comments which gets her a pinch on her side from carlos but he backs off nonetheless as soon as he notices you getting flustered. 

it’s only later that morning, when he stumbles into the bed with you that he finds your lips again. you laugh between kisses, both of you tired and heavy limbed as you sneak under the blankets. 

it’s once you’re both settled that carlos speaks up. “happy new year,” he murmurs against your lips, smiles when you murmur it back before kissing him again. he savors the moment, can still taste the hint of mint from your mouthwash. once you pull away he smiles, looking you in the eyes. he can’t help himself, the words being at the tip of his tongue during the whole evening. “this year’s our year hm?” he finally asks. 

you smile softly and nod, coming closer before answering with a whisper of  promise. “this one and the next.” 

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Pls pls plssss Carlos x reader fluff!Maybe angst in the beginning?

Turned To Stone | Carlos De Vil

Pairing: Carlos De Vil x reader(no binary pronouns)

I use NB pronouns when I don’t know the specific gender you want just to be safe

Summary: reader is from the isle and had still does have a crush on Carlos(he didn’t know) before he left without a word to Auradon (reader was chosen to be apart of the program) <- little bit of Carlos and reader backstory so when so when Mal tells everyone it was her idea to close the barrier reader storms off mad

Warning/s: angst obvi with the happy ending who wouldn’t want that, betrayal, panic attack/breakdown and possible spelling mistakes I’ll try my best to find them lol

Authors note: Hi! Thanks for requesting I’ll try my best not to let you down :D reader is a VK you’d probably guessed that from the summery that’s pretty much all I have to say I think. Enjoy :) oh Carlos and Jane aren’t dating is this fic p.s if you’ve watched newsies I’ve hidden a newsies reference

You don’t honestly know how you got here but your here. You all walk into the cabin expecting Audrey but no one was there- *bang bang* everyone turned to the noise seeing a closed/locked door, everyone stayed clear of the door as Ben looked inside quickly opening it.

Your Pov:

Seeing chad on the floor with his knees tucked to his chest ”i want my mommy….” he flinched when Ben tried to touch his shoulder I stopped listening during that honestly just stood there and looked around kinda bored.

I tuned back in when chad started saying “I’m free….I’M FREE OH MY GOD!” As he ran out, okaaaay I missed something but judging that he said he’s free he was with Audrey to bad we can’t ask him anything cause he just up and left.

We started to move out of the cabin i obviously tuned out the conversation I felt something fluffy by my leg looking down seeing that it was dude I knelt down and whistled him over he turned around to see me and he walked over to the hand I had out and let me pet him.

As i was petting him i let my thoughts slip out.

“why can’t i just tell Carlos” even though it sounded like a mumble it was loud enough for dude to hear it “just tell him” he startled me to be honest “shit- why did i forget you could talk kinda a major detail oh.my.god…seriously at least warn me before talking.”

“Sorry, but just tell him.” I look at the dog annoyed “i can’t-“ “can’t want?” My eyes widen when before i looked behind me seeing the said guy i couldn’t tell, “hi Carlos. They want to tell you that they-“ i eyed dude before saying “dude.”

I get up and face Carlos “sorry about that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about” he nodded but i don’t think he believed me. “I have to tell you guys something” We turned look at mal who has sorrow? Or maybe regret? In her eyes.

“I lied to you.” What? This got my interested as i fully turned to her “the kids wont be coming of the isle” “what’d you mean?” I look back to her “the program is shut down…and the barrier will be closed for good” my eyes widen filled with tear as i felt someone touch my shoulder to see Carlos as well with tears in his eyes.

I look to mal feeling betrayed a tear slipped through my eyes finally as i got the words out “mal… i thought i could trust you. y’know i feel the same right now as the day you left for auradon with out a word…” it felt worse when Carlos left. Felt like so many stab wounds.

a small sad upside down smile left my lips as I continue “the isle is my home and now your telling me i can’t see it and my mum again…” while i said that i started walked towards her.

“Y/n…” i heard Carlos say softly as i walked. Towards her “there is a lot i wish i could say..” as i said that a grabbed the ember that’s in her hands and threw it in the bird feeder full of water having hugs sparks appear around it.

I didn’t really know what was being said after but i didn’t care i just wanted to leave i heard running towards me i didn’t turn around but i heard dudes voice say “wait up!” I continued walking hearing the paw steps stop and but then start but further away.

I didn’t make that far when I realised i was lost groaning in frustration you turn around again realising “where the fuck am i!” “Calm down…damn your a fast walker, come this way something. Has just happened” looking down to see dude i rolled my eyes “if its about mal i don’t want to see her” “it not its about the others tho i think you’d be more interested in this one”

My eyes widen before saying show me. As he walked me back to the outage to see mal was nowhere but everyone was stone Carlos was the closest looks like he was gonna star to follow me but dude was quicker since he was affected.

I reach my hands to Carlos’s cheek as a tear slipped out “no…. Carlos” “if you want to tell him now you can cause he can’t see/hear you” i looked at dude like seriously that doesn’t make it better look

my tears slipped out faster as i started to sob lifting a hand to my face to muffle them i sat down by a tree leaning my back against it with my hand still against my face as I bring my other to grab at my hair in my panicked state

as my sobs grew faster and it was getting harder to breath. Dude laying by my side probably trying at his way of calming people down but i didn’t work.

My tears stoped along with my cry’s but my breathing still wasn’t any better my breathing was rapid and not solid and it still was hard to breath I’m not sure how much time past with my struggled breaths but it felt like eternity i must’ve had my eyes closed cause i didn’t see the person who put their hand on my shoulder.

It panicked me more until i heard the voice the hand belonged to “hey hey hey… it's me Carlos take some good big breathes for me okay” i listen to his words as I opened my eyes to see the boy i loved for so long, i started to bring a shaky smile to my face my breathing comes back to normal

My sobs started come back but not those panicked ones i quickly embraced him as i sobbed into his shoulder as his arms wrapped around my waist holding me close. “It’s okay i’m alright I’m-“ i cut him off with a kiss i didn’t know i had the corrage to do that.

Feeling him not pull away and one of his hands come to my face it’s safe to say he liked it. I pulled i away averting his eyes as with both got up from the ground feeling his pointer finger under my chin with his thumbs against my chin he softly guided my face to look at him

Seeing his smile it melted me like butter. “Not that i didn’t like it but why” he was still smiling as he said that i was probably blushing madly. “Well remember when i said ‘i can’t’ you probably do you where there but i was saying how I couldn't tell you how i loved you since we were kids thinking you probably didn’t like me like that”

his smile still planted in his face confused me but i had a hunch on why it was there “i love you too, do you know how much it pained me to leave you on the isle. When we started the program i told them we can't go back and not take you with us” it was my turn to smile now seeing that he felt the same as i moved forward grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss.

His hands landing on my waist as he kissed back. We pulled apart smiling at each other “we should probably catch up with the others but…before that will you Carlos de vil be my boyfriend?”

He smiled at me nodded at the we should catch up with them comment “yes i will y/n y/l/n” we shared one last kiss before running off to find the others.

A/N: I read through it and I edited some mistakes and found I forgot a word lmao but it should be fixed now

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The budding flower of Hearts

Teaser/Pilot?

Descendants x male Oc (you can read it as a self-insert if you want)

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An: This will be a teaser to a fanfic I'm planning to start. It’ll be a descendants fanfic with a male oc who is the child of the queen of hearts (yes i saw descendants 4, i think i won’t like it nor use it. I’ll centre more on descendants 1, 2, & 3). This won’t be beta read, I'll be the one who’ll mostly check for mistakes but if you do see some, maybe comment and I'll try my best to edit! Hope you like it!

Ps. THIS IS LIKE MY FIRST TIME AND ALSO JUST PILOT SO NOT CHAPTER 1 YET.

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“And who might you be dear?” The lady in a metallic blue dress asked; She was Fairy Godmother. The school’s mere environment with all its beautiful architecture, clear blue skies, greenery which was a far cry from the deserted land me and the others came from; just a few minutes ago.

“Eli” I muttered, lost in the new environment. Taking in the beautiful clear sky that looked so polluted and clouded back then, It was this beautiful blue now.

I was pulled back to focus when I felt a bump by Carlos, I was asked again. “Eli?”

“Ah! Sorry, my name; it's Eli des Lamproca Van Der Heart.” I tried to push through with how long my name was. “Please just call me Eli!” with a greeting of a low nod and a smile. My heart painted lips curving. They were staring at our alien appearance compared to them.

“Eli, a lovely name.” The Fairy gleefully said with her high pitched voice, doing her best to greet the weird kids who just showed up. “Welcome to Auradon prep! I'm Fairy Godmother, headmistress.”

Mal then quickened “The fairy godmother? As in, "Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo"?”. “Bibbidi-bobbidi. You know it.” The Fairy replied with a smile.

Everything else was forgettable, for I was annoyed that Jay was eying a random girl next to the Fairy. He was skittish and all that nonsense while loudly chewing the gum he had in the limo. I sighed as I continued looking around and noticed Carlos was still trying to fix his clothes with chocolate still in his lips.

I was then brought back to the conversation when the man spoke. “It's so good to finally meet you all! I'm Ben.” I then slanted my head wondering who this ‘Ben’ was. I saw his gaze go to mine.

“Prince! Benjamin. Soon to be king.” The girl next to him followed up quickly, so he was the reason we’re here. 

“You had me at prince. My mom's a queen, which makes me a princess.” Evie walked forward towards him, spinning around a bit and showing him her hand.

The girl then shook her head “The evil queen has no royal status here” Then i saw it “And neither do you.” her smile widened. She had this look in her eyes, gleeful to say the next line putting Evie in her place.

I pulled Evie back a bit next to me. Ben then awkwardly laughed and introduced this girl “This is Aubrey….”

“Princess! Aubrey.” she said while pointing her finger. She was reminding him, she was also royalty. “His. girlfriend.” she was wearing this fake smile. While Ben continued to look at her awkwardly. He isn’t fond of her. It seems so. “Right benny-boo~?” Ben was feeling uncomfortable while she wrapped her hand towards his.

Mal and I smiled back at them. I truly didn’t care for the next gibber gabber of the Fairy with all that talk about some library in the end. 

Ben was behind her and I noticed Aubrey trying to take his hand once but he harshly took it back not wanting to be all touchy in front of us it seems. After the fairy walked away, He stepped forward and offered his hand towards Jay to shake.

 “It is so, so, so good to finally me-meet you all.” Jay, that idiot. He pushed him away. But smiled back at him, He didn’t want to shake his hand while he shook his head. He continued to Mal and shook her hand then stared a bit…

“This is a momentous occasion,” he continued while Mal then shakes her hand like it had been infected “and one that I hope will go down in history. Is that chocolate?” What a mess; Carlos with his already messy face had chocolate covered hands; But then the prince licked his finger clean, and gave me a look. Weird. “As the day our two peoples began to heal.” He shook Evie’s Hand while Aubrey behind him eyed her as she stared at him.

He finally reached me, “What was that pause earlier with Mal?” I asked him while we shook hands and he stared at me and smiled brightly “Ah. nothing! It wa-was nothing. Eli right? Beautiful name”. Weird. 

Aubrey was getting a bit annoyed at him staring at us, but now more so at me. “Hey! You're the mad queen’s son right?” she directed towards me while I nodded with a fake smile; with Ben still staring at me but still wasn’t letting go of my hand. What exactly is going through his mind? “Yeah, you know what? I totally don’t believe the rumours, you’re not that insane!” 

What a bitch. 

Ben then was back to reality when he saw my smile fade a bit and realizing the situation while finally letting go of my hand. I just said nothing since if I did I might have slapped her. He was now looking towards Aubrey and seemed to be thinking of something.

“And you! You’re Maleficent's daughter, aren't you?” She then directed at Mal and stepped a bit closer to her. “Yeah, you know what? I totally do not blame you for your mother trying to kill my parents and stuff.” she rambled.

“Oh! my mom's Aurora. Sleeping~” She proclaimed, faking dumb; she stared at Mal insuating for her to continue. “Beauty!” Mal continued the atmosphere now being awkward.

“Yeah, I've heard the name. You know, and I totally do not blame your grandparents for inviting everyone in the whole world but my mother to their stupid christening.” They smiled back at each other. “Water under the bridge” Aubrey replied smiling. “Totes!” Mal wasn’t backing down. 

What plastics honestly.

Ben grabbed Aubrey away from us and continued while defusing the situation “Okay! So, how about a tour?” We all were silent. So was I. I was just observing really. “Yeah?” He showed us forward and we walked behind him. Evie continued to walk beside me and linked our arms; while Mal was in front of us behind Ben and Aubrey. With Jay and Carlos messing around with each other behind us.

“Auradon prep, originally built over 300 years ago and converted into a high school by my father wh-” 

The yapping of Ben faded as Evie gave me a look of concern. She began “Do yo- Do you think other royals will hate us?”. It was a genuine concern, both me and her were of true royal blood. “Do you think your father will hate you?” I asked her, she was a child of not only the 'Evil Queen' but also the King. She and Snow White were half-siblings.

“I haven’t really met him, I’ve never had…” She continues on. She asked me “Do you think your aunt will hate you?”. The White Queen, the sister of my mother. The one who sentenced her to the wastelands for unity with the other nations.

“Mother said she would have loved me. Though, we haven’t met either” I was going to continue but then we all came to a stop. Ben saw Carlos.

“Carlos.” He said. Carlos was behind Jay’s back, now terrified of the bronze? Statue that was earlier a man now a beast. Carlos must be afraid since it looked like a dog. “It's okay.” He was trying to reassure him to not be that fearful.

“My father wanted his statue to morph from beast to man to remind us that anything is possible.” His father. The king of this united land. I heard of his father’s tale with the beauty that is belle. “Do you resent the witch who cursed your father?” I remembered the beginning of the tale.

“Do you even know the witch? I never heard of them just of their curse towards him”

He laughed again before answering, but now it wasn’t a forced one like earlier with Aubrey. “For the first question, no. I don’t resent them. For the second. I think… even my father doesn’t know them?” He started to scratch his chin while thinking back. Aubrey asked back “Why ask Eli? Why so curious about curses?”

It was clear my curiosity was for him and the witch itself, not the curse. She was clearing trying to put words in my mouth. I laughed a bit at her question, I replied with a smile. “Why not? Scared of my madness?”

“So you guys have a lot of magic here in Auradon?” Mal asked changing the topic while we continued walking inside the school, clearly ignoring the conflict while also using it as a time to gain some information. “Like wands and things like that?”

Ben stole a glance at me before answering Mal’s question. At first it was Mal he was staring at, now me? “Yeah, it exists of course, but It's pretty much retired.” he smiled a bit. “Most of us here are just ordinary mortals.” He nodded with us now being inside the school and at the center of a grand hall with large staircases leading to places we haven’t seen yet.

THATS IT. THATS THE TEASER/PILOT OF THE FANFIC

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ Good Luck, Babe! - [Part 1]

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♥ pairing: oscar piastri/carlos sainz jr 

♥ ballet au - enemies to lovers

♥ PLEASE READ THIS AUTHORS NOTE (none of the pictures are mine)

♥ warnings: this fic has swearing and uses some ballet terminology

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♥ a/n: I’m finishing the folklore series I SWEAR I just really wanted to start this as well lol

No one has ever gotten under Oscar’s skin the way that Carlos does. Since the beginning of time there’s been competitiveness in ballet, but as two of the very few men at their company, their rivalry became a little more personal. 

Carlos took his spot at the barre, a few people lunging out of his way. He practiced a few relevé’s to get his feet moving until he heard a group of girls whispering. 

“He talks so much shit about Carlos…” one of them said as he reached down and fixed the elastic on his ballet flats. 

“I guess Oscar really does hate him.” another mumbled with a shrug. 

“You can tell him it’s mutual.” Carlos pipes up, staring at them directly. 

The group quiets down, turning away from the man and pretending to stretch. 

“Who are we waiting on?” Toto, their instructor said, strutting into the room. 

A few people mumbled Oscar’s name in response. Everyone knew it was a dangerous game pissing off Toto. He never forgave tardiness.

Oscar showed up a few minutes late, sneaking through the crack in the door with his head ducked. Toto had his back turned to the class, adjusting the speaker. 

“Piastri,” he said, turning around. Oscar dropped his bag and lightly placed his hand on the barre beside him. 

“You’re late.” Toto crossed his arms. 

“I suppose I am,” Oscar smiled and a few girls around him giggled. 

“Get out of my class.” Toto nodded towards the door. 

“Sorry?” he questioned. 

“You heard me. Out. Late students do not dance.” 

“You’re joking,” Oscar grabbed the barre tightly. “I’m the leading man, you can’t practice this dance without me.” 

“Carlos will take your place today,” Toto stated. Carlos met Oscar’s eyes, smirking at him deviously. This did nothing but inflate Carlos’ ego. 

“This is a fucking joke,” Oscar mumbled, grabbing his bag. 

“Watch your mouth before I replace you completely.”

“Let that be a lesson to all of you.” Toto sighed, watching Oscar leave the class. “We’re going to start with some simple grande plié’s, tendu’s, and penché's. Then the girls will put on their pointe shoes, we'll do a few across the floor combos, and then work on the pas de deux. Carlos, thank you for filling in today.” 

Carlos nodded in response. 

“Looks like Oscar fucked around and found out.” A girl in the class whispered, eliciting a few laughs. 

-

Oscar was first in class the next day, stealing Carlos’ sacred barre spot. It was ballet etiquette to let the older and more experienced dancers take their position first. A couple of people eyed him while he warmed up. Carlos arrived just a few minutes before class started as always and immediately noticed the man in his place. He took the spot behind Oscar and whispered: 

“You’re petty.” 

“You took something of mine, now I take something of yours.” he referred to the incident yesterday. 

“Still mad that you showed up late? That was your own fault.” 

Oscar rolled his eyes. 

Toto entered the room, a group of women following behind him. The last person through the door was Susie Wolff, prima ballerina. The girls sat on the floor with their pointé shoes, hitting them on the floor to bang the noise out of them. No one wanted to have them clomping around the stage during their graceful variations. 

“Abbi and Oscar, you’re up.” Susie said, gesturing for them to come to the center of the room. Oscar snuck a few glances at Carlos as the other dancers watched from the sidelines. Everyone stood with a complete poker-face, watching intensely for a misstep that never came. At the end of their performance all the students clapped and stared blankly.

"Abbi that was truly amazing." Susie praised her. "Try to get your leg a little bit higher during your développé's and I think it will be perfect."

Oscar was too busy watching Carlos to hear Toto’s critiques. “Piastri, are you with us?”

“Huh?” he snapped out of his stare. “Yea, yes I am, sorry.”

Toto sighed, “Alright, you two go stretch while Amna practices her solo.” As they made room for her, Oscar could hear his phone buzzing in his back. This caught the attention of both him and Carlos. He snuck over to it pretending to get water, hoping his instructors were too preoccupied watching Amna to notice. He checked the notification on his phone reading:

Lando 

party tonight @ Charles’ be there at 10

Oscar 

sounds good i'll be there

“Too bored to be paying attention to your fellow dancers?” Carlos asked.

Oscar flinched, not expecting a voice to come from behind him. He quickly shut off his phone and hid it in a pocket.

“I just had to check something,” Oscar muttered.

“Well, try to stay off your phone before you get in trouble again.”

Another hour passed and class ended.

Oscar

Is there anyone at your company you just despise?

Lando

no…?

Oscar

no one, really?

Lando

should I? lol my company is contemp, jazz, and hip hop so the vibes are pretty good over here 🤷‍♂️

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Oscar pushed himself through the crowded party, spotting Lando and Charles laughing and drinking.

“You have got to be kidding me,” he muttered, noticing another person with them. It was Carlos.

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From Poet Fic, Carlos is thinking about where all the love comes from:

Behind him, Trudie talks about a smart little bluebird that just landed on her picket fence, how such pretty birds don’t know or care about the ugliness of the urban blight that surrounds them, the utilitarian grimness of cop cars that intimidatingly fill the cul-de-sac. It sends Carlos back to a moment in his own, very different kitchen over a year ago. His kitchen with its exposed brick and sleek cupboards and black tiles with white grout and a huge gunmetal fridge. This kitchen has creamy yellow walls, melamine cabinets, chintzy plates on the wall, a small white fridge with cartoonish magnets, his firearm tucked away in the crisper drawer.

Gwyn was visiting with baby Jonah. Carlos had Jonah in his arms, the bright-eyed baby squeezing Carlos’ pointer finger and trying to put it in his mouth. He was wearing a pale blue onesie patterned with stylishly illustrated bluebirds. TK was stirring a bubbling pot of cholent and arguing with his mother about aspects of the recipe. TK followed steps from a website; Gwyn recalled her bubbe’s method. Except her bubbe’s method was to just throw in all the ingredients and somehow magic came out. Carlos understood. His abuela cooked the same way, it’s how things used to work, there were generations raised on cultural magic.

“And now it’s the boring old internet,” Gwyn hollered from over by the spice rack.

“You literally use the internet every day, just like we do,” TK retorted.

“Not to cook!” she said.

Gwyn rolled her eyes at her oldest son and sauntered over to Carlos to check on her baby, whose determined face lit up with a gummy smile as she came into view. She laid a hand on Carlos shoulder and said, “You’re so good with him.”

Carlos didn’t know if she meant her big baby or her little baby. To cover all bases, he said, “I love him.”

“I know you do,” Gwyn’s voice echoes through Trudie’s kitchen.

He feels the press of a hand against his shoulder. He’s sweating through his white henley, stinks something nasty, can smell himself. The hand stays there.

“How are you doing?” Gwyn says. Or said. He doesn’t know. “Do you want me to take him from you?”

“No,” Carlos says. Said. Thinks. “Don’t take him back. I’ve got him.”

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[finitevoid]

A Study in an Utter Lack of Regard for Personal Safety, featuring Mal Bertha and Carlos De Vil

“I don’t know why I agreed to this,” Mal says.

“Yes, you do,” Carlos replies, hefting the duffel bag over his shoulder. It clinks dangerously as he moves, and she eyes it with suspicion.

And, okay, he has a point. Mal may be the leader of this gang, but if Carlos said ‘jump’, Mal would say, ‘how high?’. It’s a side effect of all the gang activity; you learn to trust each other with things that normal people have never even thought to trust another person with.

“Okay, revise: I don’t know what we’re doing here.”

Carlos meets her eye, gaze as sharp as she’s ever seen it. He smirks like an Isle boy, wide and wicked, and says, “Science.”

“Science?”

“Just trust me.”

Without anymore preamble whatsoever, Carlos begins traipsing through the woods. With single-minded purpose, he stomps over the weeds and roots, directly into the belly of the beast. Mal swears, rushing to follow.

“I just don’t understand what kind of science,” she smacks at a branch before she can run right into it, “we’re going to be doing in the Enchanted Forest.”

“The magical kind,” Carlos says, not pausing in his trek. “That’s why I brought you.”

“Isn’t that a contradiction?”

He abruptly stops. She nearly runs into him from behind. He whirls around on his heel and says, “No, it’s not. There’s actually an entire field of scientific study here in Auradon dedicated to the way magic interacts with things like biology and chemistry. And cosmology, but that’s more philosophical… Anyway, you,” he sticks an accusatory finger into her face. “didn’t tell me that there’s a special magic lake that washes away curses!”

She blinks at him. His phrasing is very interesting, given that all she’d said was that it washed away the love spell they casted on Ben, all that time ago. “It doesn’t just wash away curses.”

He rolls his eyes. “Spells, then.” He huffs theatrically. “The point is, you’ve been holding out on me!”

“Okay, wait,” she holds a hand up. “You dragged me all the way out here so you can do some freaky science experiment—“

“It’s not freaky.”

“—on the Enchanted Lake?”

“Yeah,” he says, easily. “Are you coming?”

“Obviously.” She scoffs. “I’m just wondering what all the secrecy was about.”

“Revenge, obviously. For holding out on me. Now, can you just show me where the damn thing is?”

“You don’t know? Then why were you leading?” She groans. “Is this part of your ‘revenge’?”

He rolls his eyes. “I thought I heard water.”

“Well, you’re shit out of luck, because Ben made me close my eyes when he showed it to me.”

Carlos stares at her, genuinely scandalized. “And you did?”

“Ben is like if a kitten were a person. I wasn’t worried about it.”

He frowns. “Whatever you say, killer.” And, it’s like, yeah, on the Isle closing her eyes just because someone had asked would’ve been a fast way to get a switchblade buried in her gut, but she’d been playing the part of sweet-girl-with-a-crush, just the way Evie had taught her, so closing her eyes had just made the most sense.

“You gonna tell FG about those ‘Isle instincts’ you got going on right now?”

He smiles at her, all kinds of smug. “FG loves me. I don’t got any ‘Isle instincts’, didn’t you know?” He bats his eyes at her, expression suddenly the picture of shattered, wide-eyed innocence. “My mommy hurt me and kept me inside all the time. Gang violence? Oh, evil, I wouldn’t have been caught dead doing anything like that!”

“You know, puppy,” she laughs, reaching forward to ruffle his curls. “sometimes you scare me.” He ducks from the affection, shooting her a tilted grin.

It takes them the better part of an hour to find it. By the time they do, Mal is sweaty, dehydrated, and adorned with at least two scratches from thorny plants. They had run into a total of three (three) weird, fucky-looking creatures that Mal didn’t know forests in Auradon could have. Weird, lithe, rodent-like things with sharp teeth and too many eyes... She’d had to do some creative magic to avoid them. Overall, she’s not pleased with the experience.

Finally, though, they find it.

Just how she remembers it: granite arch on a silver dais. Ivy crawling up the sides, flowers dotting the bank. It’s... deeply picturesque. The sun hanging high in the sky above it, framed by mountains. Even the breeze smells like flowers, like this is some sort of fucking romance novel.

The fact that Auradon has places like these, just, sitting around, and nobody even bothers to visit them half the time drives her slightly insane. It makes her want to grip Ben by the back of his skinny neck and shove his face in the wild, freezing, rocky surf of the Isle. But that isn’t very ‘good’ of her, so she pretends the feeling isn’t there.

Carlos drops the duffel bag onto the dais, just by the edge of the water. He seems completely unaffected by the beauty around him, and truly, that’s half the fun of doing anything with Carlos; he’s dressed in Isle clothes like he doesn’t give a shit, an old ratty pair of studded combat boots, a shirt covered in patches and pins, hair haphazardly dyed. He breaks up the serenity of the fairytale image of this place, a smudge amidst all the pastels.

The inside of the duffel appears to be, almost entirely, small glass vials. He pulls out a thermos and dunks it into the water, twisting the cap shut.

“Is that legal?” She asks, plopping down beside him. He’s crouched over the lip, hands braced on his knees as he stares impassively down at the crystalline water. It’s reflecting the sunlight, and somehow the glittery light is shining off of it in hues of pink.

“Definitely not,” he replies, gently setting his thermos of contraband back into his duffel. “Technically, we aren’t even supposed to be here.”

“Wait, seriously?” She watches as he pulls vials of various liquids from the bag. “But Ben brought me here?”

“Special privileges. Those of royal blood are permitted to enter public property that would otherwise be restricted, providing it has substantial religious significance. And by ‘religious’, they just mean—“

“—fairytale-relevant.” She finishes. “I can’t believe you memorized that whole damn book.”

“‘S not a book.”

“I can’t believe you memorized the entire Constitution of the United Kingdoms of Auradon,” she drawls. “Still, it’s weird. Somehow I can’t imagine Ben doing something like that. He just, hates breaking the rules.”

Carlos finishes laying out his perfectly even line of glass vials, before selecting one carefully. “It’s easy to hate breaking the rules when the rules for you are so lax.”

“Preach,”

He hands her the vial. “Put a spell on this.”

She takes it, raising her eyebrow at it critically. It’s clear, sloshing around in the sealed vial as she eyes it. “I don’t have any love spell cookies on hand.”

He rolls his eyes. “I already know it works on the love spell. Put another spell on it.”

“This seems like a very lax way to conduct an experiment,” she says. “Any requests?”

“I’m just satisfying my curiosity, not writing for a scientific journal. And, I don’t know. Make it sweet or something. It’s just water.” He pulls out a notebook and a pencil, opening it to a fresh page with confident, practiced motions. With ease, he makes a table with five columns. On one side, he writes, substance. Then, spell. Then, time submerged. Then, observations. Then, effects.

“Does anyone know we’re out here?”

“You think I would tell people we’re going to go flagrantly ignore Auradon’s laws regarding private religious property?”

“Fair enough,” she mutters. “Evie and Jay?”

“Yeah, I mentioned it.” He gestures with the eraser of his pencil. “Now hurry up.”

She rolls her eyes, but acquiesces. She doesn’t need her spellbook to do magic anymore, which is nice, because FG’s been way sweeter on them since they put the spellbook and the mirror in the museum. No, magic isn’t about some arbitrary collections of poems in a book; it’s about intention, power, the sleek possibilities of the meaning they’ve given to the things they say.

Power gathering in her clavicle and leaking hotly from her eyes, she says, “Sweet like candy, sweet like cake, make this water so sugary it aches.”

Words and rhyme schemes was how she learned magic, and so it is what her magic associates with power. The legends of fae and contracts and names speak for themselves, after all. Magic itself does not require words, but for her, half-faery she is, there is nothing more powerful.

“Did it work?”

“You doubting me, De Vil?”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s science. I have to be sure.” And then he yanks the vial from her fingers. He sets it down, twisting open the cork. He pulls an eyedropper from the bag and gently sets it inside, sucking up some of the water. Then, he sticks his tongue out, and drops a glob of it onto his tongue.

“Well?”

He smacks his lips. Holds up the eyedropper. Rolling her eyes, she sticks her tongue out for him. He lets another drop fall, and saccharine sweetness explodes on her tongue. It tastes like funfetti cake, which is exactly what she’d been picturing when she spelled it.

He takes it back and hands her a stopwatch. He holds his hand over the lake and says, “On three.”

He inhales, eyeing the lake with eyes that sparkle. With a wild, manic sort of excitement. In another life, she’s absolutely sure he would’ve been some kind of mad scientist. Maybe he’s already on his way there. “One,”

The water laps gently at the lip of the dais, perfect and undisturbed. It looks like an oil painting; the kind she’d see in Ben’s castle, ten feet tall and set into a gold frame. Pure opulence. “Two,”

It’s funny, she thinks, how all he had to do to get her to come with him was ask. He’d even made her drive. Yanked her phone from her back pocket and set the address into the GPS. And she’d done it, because she knows he hates driving. “Three,”

He dunks his hand underneath the surface. She clicks the stopwatch on.

“We’re going to do ten seconds to start. Then twenty. Then thirty.”

She groans. “When you said ‘science’, I thought we were gonna do something fun.”

“This is what you get for holding out on me—“

“Time.”

He pulls it from the surf. He goes through the motions of testing it again, before announcing, “I fucking knew it.”

“What?”

“It’s still sweet,” he shakes the vial gently. “The glass protected it.”

He makes her spell another vial, and this time, he pulls a dropper full of water from the lake. Then, he drops it into the vial. When he tests it that time, it’s not sweet anymore.

“Is it safe for us to be testing it like this?”

“Oh, it’s a flagrant violation of every lab safety rule ever made.” He’s not even looking at her, scribbling notes down.

Her eyes fall onto the water. Perfect. Clear. Gentle and glittering pink in the sunlight. Auradon. “What d’you think would happen if I drank it?”

He looks up from his notebook to deadpan, “What?”

“Like, if you drank it, it would probably just taste like water. But I’m a magical creature.”

He opens his mouth. Doesn’t say anything. Narrows his eyes in thought. Sets his pencil down with finality. Closes his mouth. Opens it again.

“Maybe it would make you, like, not able to do magic?”

“Like the barrier.”

He presses his lips into a thin line. “Yeah, like the barrier.”

“Or maybe it’d be like poison.”

“Didn’t you say you swam in it, when you were with Ben?”

‘Swam’ is a charitable word for it. She’s not going to argue, though. “Yeah, but I didn’t swallow any of it.”

He pauses for a moment, seemingly contemplating this. Then, he goes digging through his duffel, arms shoulder deep. He emerges with two empty vials. “You wanna find out?”

“Hell yeah,” she swipes one. Together, they fill their vials with the liquid. And together, they shoot them back like it’s booze.

It tastes like the way sunlight feels on her face, like the way the vines look where they climb up the granite. She hates it.

Gently, Carlos takes the vial back when she offers it, their fingertips brushing. He pulls his notebook into his lap, eye glittering as he pierces her with his gaze. “How do you feel?”

“Normal.” She says. “Well, I can sort of feel the water.”

“Feel it?”

“Like the way you can feel booze. Except it’s cool, not warm. It’s in my stomach.”

He hands her a vial. “Spell it.”

She does. It’s not sweet. She could tell as soon she said the words, though; the power didn’t gather in her, didn’t leak from her eyes like hot steam. He could tell, too. But that’s because the magic didn’t turn her eyes green, because there wasn’t any magic.

He scribbles furiously. She says, “You know, you should dunk the Anti-Magic Machine in here.”

The ‘Anti-Magic Machine’ being their awful, pre-teen colloquialism for the machine Carlos had once been developing to try and tear an exit in the barrier. He’d only just gotten it to work— put a teeny tiny hole in the sky, letting in a strange dot of unfiltered sunlight— when they were brought to Auradon. The excitement had been electric, she remembers. She’d really thought he was going to break them out.

He mumbles, “Possible effects: mind wandering,” and she snaps, hey! But then he digs around in his duffle again and emerges with a black box about a foot long and half a foot wide. It’s got ANTI-MAGIC MACHINE V3 written haphazardly one the side in metallic, silver sharpie. “I brought it to use as a control, but,” and then his eyes land on the water.

He drops it in.

It, predictably, explodes.

A fountain of water and sparks shoots upward into the air. Mal grabs Carlos by the shoulder, shoving him as hard as she can away from the explosion, jumping after him, shielding him with her body. The shockwave bursts past her, rippling through every inch and plane of her body. She gasps, heart hammering, body screaming in pain.

Then, all is quiet. Her ears pop painfully. They are laying on the riverbank, Carlos pressed into the dirt by Mal’s weight. Her arms are braced on the soil beside his temples, framing him. She attempts to catch her breath.

Carlos blinks up at her, expression only mildly put-out. The ends of his hair are smoking, and she pats them out with a shaking hand. It smears ash over his forehead. He says, very calmly, “Interesting.”

It explodes again. They’re far enough away that the shockwave is only kind of painful, and they turn to watch it. Fire sprays into the sky, surrounded on all sides by a cacophonous shower of water.

It explodes a third time, this time less intensely. The shockwave still makes her ears pop and her eyes water, but it’s nothing she isn’t used to. She pulls herself from on top of Carlos, standing. She gives him a hand up, brushing dirt and grass from his clothes.

Together, they creep over to the dais. They peer over the edge at the water. Carlos drops to his knees and sticks his arm in the water, searching blindly; eventually, he pulls the Anti-Magic Machine from the surface.

As soon as it touches the air, it catches fire.

He yelps, throwing it to the dais like it’s a roach he caught crawling on him. He hops back, hissing in pain, waving his hand back and forth. She grips his wrist, pulling the wound to her face.

It’s a third-degree, but it’s on his fingers, which sucks. She says as much.

His eyes are on the AMM. “It’s soaking wet. Why the fuck did it catch fire?”

“Beats me.” She nearly casts a healing spell on the wound; she belatedly realizes that she’s still under the Lake’s effects.

His eyes are glittering with that manic excitement again. His staring at the fire with violent passion in his face, licking his lips like a predator sizing up its prey.

On the Isle, Carlos had always been hungry for knowledge. Starving, even. He had gripped whatever he could learn in greedy hands and put it all to use as soon as he could. But on the Isle, it’d been about survival. It was about keeping their enemies off their backs, finding creative ways to save food, making a machine to escape the island.

But as soon as he came to Auradon? It stopped being for survival and started being for sport. For fun. A game he plays. Hours spent in the library, late nights in the school’s lab, doing experiments he’s not supposed to be doing with materials he’s not supposed to have. She was wrong, earlier; he already is a bit of a mad scientist.

She kicks the AMM away with her boot.

He opens his mouth to argue.

She says, “Next weekend. You make a new AMM, I bring the spellbook.”

A smile breaks across his lips. Stretches wide over his face, crinkles his eyes at the corners, bells his cheeks, warps his freckles; his hair is singed and there’s that smudge of ash on his forehead in the shape of her thumb. They’re gonna have to dress that burn, but goddamn. He’s never looked so beautiful.

He may smirk like an Isle boy, but his smile is all his own. He says, “You’re on.”

“Am I forgiven for holding out on you?”

She cradles his burned hand. He says, “Killer, I was never mad.”

She knew that already. Still, though. For that smile? She’d do anything. Not that she’d ever tell him. His head would get too big.

[calswildflcwer]

Cop Car !

Pairing : Carlos × fem!reader.

Warnings : I don’t think any apply, other than a mention of a killer.

Plot : You and Carlos had been dating for five months and now Carlos had offered to take you on a date. However, this doesn’t exactly go to plan at all. And the police know that they shouldn’t mess with you.

Pronouns used : He/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don't know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is inspired by this song here! Also, this fic is kinda modern and there is also no magic in encanto at the time!

Carlos watched you from the alleyway, flicking his knife open and closed, as you crouched down and laughed with the children.

“You look adorable, Juancho.” You poked the little boys nose.

Carlos headed over, his slender shadow scaring off the group of seven year olds. You cocked an eyebrow, staring at your boyfriend, “You know, you really need to stop scaring the kids.” You said, standing up.

“It isn’t my fault. If they’re used to chico de oro, that’s not my problem.” Carlos shrugged.

You had begun dating him around five months ago, on his eighteenth birthday. Nobody expected it, you were the sweet good girl and he was the town's bad boy. It was a shock to everybody.

You planted a kiss to his cheek before grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers with his as the pair of you walked together. “So, I wanted to ask you something.” Carlos began, ignoring the stares from the townspeople.

“Okay, go on.” You nodded, glaring at the townspeople as you noticed their stares.

“Would… Uhm… Would you want to go on a date tonight?” He asked.

“With you?” You questioned.

“No, with Isabela! Of course, with me!” He responded, cocking a brow at you.

A giggle escaped your lips, “I’d love to.” You grinned, staring at him before planting a kiss to his cheek.

“Meet me at the fountain tonight, after your chores.” He smiled, planting a quick and soft kiss to your forehead before disappearing off into the shadows, leaving you standing with a soft pink tint painting your cheeks.

You met Carlos at the fountain after all of your chores were over, you folded your arms over your chest as he approached you, grabbing you by the waist and placing a quick kiss to your cheek before dragging you towards his car.

“Where are we going?” You questioned, sitting in the passenger seat as he began to drive away from the small town.

“You’ll see.” He smirked, as he drove. You quickly noticed a sign that said ‘no trespassing’ and you were currently trespassing. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over his features, his signature smirk still stood cockily on his lips.

He soon parked the car, the pair of you climbing out as you both sat on the bonnet and began to watch the planes take off. He had brought you to an airport, to a place where you could watch the planes take off. He knew you’d always had a fascination for planes.

He thought you’d have all night, there was no need to rush… However, it wasn’t long before the sound of sirens and flashing blue lights filled your ears. Carlos threw his head back, “Man, ain’t this some shi-” Carlos groaned.

You cocked a brow, “We could always run for it, that’d make the best story!” You grinned. Carlos smiled, shaking his head slightly. He was too busy watching you going wild, to be worried about going to jail. The blue lights shone, illuminating the freedom in your eyes.

The police approached the pair of you, you eyed them. They weren’t playing at all, they were quick to slam the cuffs onto both you and Carlos. Carlos watched as you tried to talk your way out of it with the police, one looked younger and the other much older. The younger one was definitely a rookie. Your mouth kept moving, trying to sweet talk them, they didn’t fall for it but Carlos? Oh, Carlos did, big time. Hearing your sweet words would always make him fall for you over and over again.

Carlos was pushed into the car, the rookie then pushed you in, reading you your rights. “Yeah, I understand. I just have one question.” You asked, the police officer stopped at the door giving you a pointed look. “Do you have a light? I’m due a smoke any moment now.” You questioned.

Carlos eyed you, biting back his laugh, knowing that you didn’t smoke. You smiled sweetly as the officers face contorted in anger before he slammed the door. Carlos watched you as you leaned your head back against the headrest of the backseat, a smile still painted across your lips.

“I swear your dad’s gonna kill me.” Carlos groaned.

“Maybe so, but if it makes you feel any better, you won’t be the only one.” You grinned.

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Carlos chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

“Look Carlos, I want you to know that if we do both survive tonight, I wouldn’t change one thing.” You let him know, smiling as you tried to adjust your hands in the cuffs. It was the most uncomfortable sitting position, your hands cuffed tightly behind you.

“Not even this part?” Carlos cocked a brow.

A laugh sounded in the back of your throat, “Not even this part.” You grinned.

Carlos watched you as you stared out of the window as the police conversed with one another. You were so innocent but you were stealing his heart. Carlos couldn’t help the feeling within his chest as he watched you, something felt warm and sweet; a feeling he wasn’t used to.

The older officer soon approached the car, opening the door and allowing you to go. “You’re free to go.” He spoke.

“We won’t be so easy on you next time.” The rookie officer shouted out, causing you to stop walking.

You slowly turned back, “You should know better than to threaten me, Officer...” You glanced down at his badge, “Diaz.” You snarled. “Officers like you have gone missing for less.” You let him know, turning on your heel and heading towards Carlos’ car. The pair of you climbed in.

The rookie attempted to follow you, anger crossing his every feature but was held back by his partner. “Don’t.” He spoke.

“She just threatened an officer!” Diaz argued back.

“And legally, we can’t touch those kids.” The officer let him know.

“Who the hell are they anyway, Hernandez?” Diaz questioned.

“The boy? That’s Carlos Madrigal, he’s the grandson of one of the most powerful people this side of Colombia. The Madrigal’s are the most powerful family this side of the country.” Hernandez let the younger officer know.

“And the girl?” Diaz questioned.

“You don’t recognise her?” Hernandez asked, earning a shake of the head from Diaz, “That’s (Name) Fuentes. You might recognise the name. Her father is the biggest crime boss in all of Colombia.” Hernandez told him.

“Not Sergio Fuentes?” Diaz asked, his eyes almost bugging out of his head.

Hernandez nodded, “Yeah, Sergio is her father. We can’t touch those kids, many officers have gone missing or turned up dead due to Sergio.”

“Why hasn’t he been arrested?” Diaz asked.

“Nobody’s ever been able to prove it was him. He never gets his hands dirty, but myself and every other officer this side of Colombia know that it was him. We’ve been off his radar for a while, since his wife’s death. We stay off his radar, he’ll stay off ours.” Hernandez explained, watching as the headlights from Carlos’ car disappeared from view. “Sergio Fuentes is a dangerous man, and let me tell you, his daughter is just as dangerous.”

Carlos parked the car back up in the town, a smile plastering across his lips as the pair of you climbed out. “I hope you’ve been treating my daughter tonight, young man.” You suddenly heard your fathers voice.

Carlos jumped slightly, turning to the older man, “I did, sir.” He mumbled.

“I mean, we spent most of our night in the back of a cop car, but it was fun.” You laughed.

“WHAT?!” Your father yelled, his anger making Carlos jump as he turned towards him.

“Dad! Dad!” You yelled, grabbing the man by his shoulders. Your father scared everybody in town. Everybody, that was, except you. The older man stared at you, his eyes softening slightly, “It’s fine, they let us go. Plus, it wasn’t Carlos’ fault, okay? Now, go home and think about your cholesterol.” You told him, smiling slightly.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked.

“Positive. Now go.” You told him. He nodded, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before sending a nod to Carlos and walking away.

You turned to Carlos, grabbing his hand and beginning to walk the street with him. “That was one of the best nights of my life.” You grinned, swinging your joined hands back and forth, “Watching the planes, getting arrested, messing with the cops…” You grinned.

“Falling in love in the back of a cop car.” Carlos mumbled, instantly stopping you in your tracks. Freezing.

Carlos was yanked back, almost dislocating his arm in the process as he turned to you, his eyes immediately widened as he saw the unreadable expression on your face and quickly realised what he’d said. You’d never once told each other you loved one another, in your five months of dating. “(Name), I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. I didn’t… I’m not… I-” he stuttered along his words before you lunged forward, throwing your arms around the taller boy.

He stumbled back slightly, quickly regaining his balance once again before wrapping his arms around your torso, “I’m in love with you too.” You smiled into his neck, running your fingers through his curls as you did.

Carlos stared down at you, a smile making its way onto his features as he leaned forward and planted a chapped kiss to your lips, “You’re my forever girl, (Name).” He let you know pulling away.

You grinned, dragging him along the street as you did, “And just think, if I’m not, we’ll always have the cop car.”

Carlos stopped, yanking you back into him so that your body collided with his, kissing you roughly on the lips, his hands gripped your waist so tight that they were bound to leave bruises,

“Don’t ever say that again, not even as a joke.” He snarled.

- Hey, hi, hello! Welcome back to another one of my fics! I’m baaack baby! Anyways, I hope y’all have been well and I’m sorry if this isn’t the best. I tried. I do have a little series coming out soon so if you’re interested, pls be on the lookout for that! Make sure to remember the drink something, eat something, please stay hydrated and remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know! Mwaaah! <33

[agustsvga]

the artist, the muse — j. satur x f!reader

pairing | jeff satur x f!reader

synopsis | jeff satur, and everything this guy is, amazing and absolutely *chef kiss*

author's note | fluff, language, social media au + excuse for any errors or mistakes. feel free to reblog, like, and request for anything xx

JEFF’S POV

The music store had been his frequent location to visit whenever he walked down the road that led to it.

Jeff had been walking the whole day, admiring the beauty Monte-Carlo had to offer, and being thankful of every moment and passing day spent there. He had breakfast with a view of the oceanside, walked down the streets with vendors selling fresh fruits and blooming flowers, had lunch in a nice and quiet restaurant recommended by Bible, which he would come back to tomorrow, and now here he was—inside his favorite music store that had all the artists he loved.

Jeff scanned the store, briefly thinking where to go first, before his feet was taking him to the left side of the store where it’s less crowded. Now, standing by a large shelf, his fingers tapped against the wood before he tipped one of the albums and scanning its price and title before tucking them under his arm before exploring more.

His eyes stopped at a bold lettering on a white and blue banner on a large white shelf. Jeff Satur: Exclusivités, sorties récentes, et faces B. (Exclusives, recent releases and B-sides.)

He eyed a group of friends crowding one of the shelves dedicated to his music, each one taking two or three albums for themselves, searching on their phones for the artist, and he smiled to himself seeing them walking together to the cashier and stacking his albums on the counter including a vinyl of his acoustics and magazines of him modelling on the front cover.

Jeff walked down the aisle to see his works for himself, and couldn’t help but feel proud and happy of himself. Deciding to share the good news with his friend, he fishes out his phone from his pocket and takes a picture of shelf with the background of the store’s window and the oceanside view. Furthering the camera’s view, he stopped to see a figure by the end of the shelf gently bopping her head which was wearing a pair of headphones.

Putting away his phone, he puts it away and walks to the person, whom clearly won’t take notice of his presence unless he makes himself known first, and sneaks a look to what the person was listening to.

Jeff Satur – Je veux être à toi (I wanna be yours)

A song he covered during his early years into the industry, and it’s still being listened to. To such a beauty, at that, Jeff thought to himself.

She was still immersed listening, but he just had to get her attention. He wanted to. Lifting a hand, he gently tapped her shoulder and she shuddered, turning her head to look at him in the face, then quickly sets down the headphones back to its place that was hooked onto the shelf.

“Excusez-moi de vous interrompre, mais je ne peux m’empêcher de voir que vous écoutez une de mes musiques.” (Excuse me for interrupting you, but I can’t help but see that you are listening to one of my songs.)

YOUR POV

He’s…the artist!

Feeling your blood rushing to your face, you avoided his gaze which was full of hope and intensity you couldn’t put to words.

“Oh, mon Dieu! Vous... vous êtes... vous êtes Jeff Satur! En chair et en os!” (Oh my God! You... you are... you are Jeff Satur! In the flesh!)

He covered a laugh by lifting a hand to cover his mouth, but you admired how his eyes crinkled and how he also flushed at the comment.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s actually me. You don’t mind if we speak just like this? Or do you want to switch it back to French?”

Shaking your head, you smiled at the musician whom scratching his neck, believing he’d attract attention seeing as your reaction raised a few heads from inside the store, “We can speak just like this. It’s fine.”

He exhaled and turned to see the small screen that’s been playing the song you were listening. “I completely forgot I covered this song. It’s just so long ago I just…didn’t look back to the things I did that got me here.”

“You sounded so lovely I just had to stop and give it a chance. Best decision ever, if I’d say so myself.” Then, as if a lightbulb had turned on atop your head, you reminded yourself of the album you’d put inside the basket left on a nearby table that contained other items you wished to buy.

“I’ve been looking for this one everywhere and I’m so grateful this one was available. I listen to you online all the time and this was just the perfect gift for myself for discovering such an artist that could capture such feeling into a song,”

Jeff Satur - Pourquoi ne restes-tu pas (Why Don’t You Stay)

“It’s so intimate and beautiful. You did a wonderful job with this, as does with others that you wrote but this one truly stands out for people like me.”

“How is that?”

“People come and go in my life, and I haven’t got the time to heal it all because it passes so quickly. Then, I come here to see if, by any chance, I’ll get something for staying strong through it all. I discovered you and everything just fit so well and so, so perfect,”

“Curiosity got the best of me when this was released and…I think I cried listening to it and then I left a comment online saying I wished so bad to hear it on a live performance. But meeting you here is more than what I could have asked.”

Jeff’s face flushed and, once again, he smiled and crinkled his eyes.

“You’re too generous with your words…If you don’t mind, I can sign it for you?”

By the looks of how his smile turned even wider, you could guess it in his expression how your eyes lit up in response to the offer, and you gave him the copy as he took out a marker that complimented the color of the album cover art. Very carefully, he wrote a message too long for you to read at the backward angle where it’s facing him, so you gave up doing so and let him finish signing.

“Here. And I just have to say, no one’s been so kind to me as you did. Your words really…moved me. Thank you…”

“(Y/N).”

He says your name again, and it felt euphoric hearing them pouring out his mouth, like they were meant to be.

“I’ll see you around?” You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s a small world and place, but I’ll look for you!”

You turn around and grabbed your things to the cashier, and before leaving the store with the items bought and packed, your turn around one last time to see Jeff was still watching you as he leaned against the shelf.

He raised a hand and waved, and you waved back, your heart racing a million miles as every step that took you home wished you would run again into him.

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ONE YEAR LATER

“I want us to be official—let the whole world know about us,”

You sighed, just as you were waking up hearing his soft snores against your ears as Jeff’s arms wrapped around your body, his raspy morning voice sent a shiver through you, like cold water washing over your body but it felt heavenly and could put you back to a slumber.

“What do you say, sweet thing?” He kissed behind your ear and cuddled his body closer to you, perhaps what’s left of closer was trying to curl you into his body as much as he could as an excuse to not let you get up and leave him alone in the shared bed.

“How are you planning to do that?”

“I wrote a song about you last night.”

That was very unexpected. It made you turn your whole body to face him, laying on the bed and his eyes still closed but fully awake.

“Why if I may ask you?”

“Just because. Last night was more than amazing and…I just want to tell you in more than the ways that I’ve told you before that I love you.”

He pursed his lips, rubbing his eyes and now fully opening them.

“You’re very lovely and I’m glad to be the one to get you all for myself.”

Jeff had always been good with his words and never fails to bring you down to your knees, falling head over heels for him more and more everyday.

“Morning kiss?”

“Yes, morning kiss, please,” His forefinger tapped against his lips as it motioned for the said kiss.

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[shifiternerd]

Meus S/Os ! *⋆ฺ

Hello guys! Decidi mostrar pra vcs alguns dos meus S/Os das minhas mil DRs pra descontrair ! Se vcs tbm tem o mesmo S/O que eu tenho, me contem seus relatos com eles! Vou adorar saber !!😽

Desculpa se não tiver bem feito, eu fiz no tédio 💔😓

Hogwarts dr:

Fred Weasley 💣

Ai gente, pensa num homem maravilhoso! Ele sem dúvidas é meu s/o favorito, por mais que eu tenha que adicionar uns mil adicionais pra ele não me trair, ele é um amorzinho de pessoa. Tenho mts sdd dele, d vrdd !!

Rockstar 80s:

Kirk Hammett 🎸

Na verdade, na minha rockstar dr eu fico com metade dos rockstarsKK (antes da gente namorar, claro) O Kirk é um amorzinho de pessoa tbm, eu tenho dúvida entre escolher ele e o Fred como s/o favorito, os dois são maravilhosos!! Outro q eu tenho mta sdd é ele, juro pra vcs.

Na minha rockstar dr eu tenho outras drs com outros s/os, mais o Kirk tem um lugarzinho especial no meu coração 🫶🏻(Desculpa Mick Mars e Bruce

Descendentes dr:

Carlos De Vill

Acabei de perceber que eu não tenho s/o favorito, eu amo todos igualmente, Especialmente o Carlos!! Gente, ele é engraçadinho !Tem coisa melhor que isso?

O Carlos des de quando eu vi descendentes era meu crush, eu lembro que quandoe eu soube da morte do ator eu fiquei mto magoada, até chorar eu chorei (fique em paz Cameron❤️‍🩹)

Amor doce dr:

Castiel 🎸

Quando eu tava na minha fase "otaku" (2020💀) e até antes eu amava Amor Doce, e sabe qual era meu paquera? Claramente era o Castiel! Po gente, eu tenho uma certa obsessão por homens com cabelo longo e curte metal, pra quem achou que eu ia po time do Nathaniel, des de 2019 eu to de pé com o Castiel💪💪 #foramaconheiros #castiellindo #oufechacomcastielouetironanuca

Supernatural

Dean Winchester 🩸

Minha mãe é AMA Supernatural, eu literalmente vi supernatural INTEIRO com ela, sem brincadeira quando eu tinha 8/9 anos eu literalmente maratonei tudo com ela, supernatural é mto bom! Eu to revendo inclusive.

Eu sempre fui time Dean, o Sam tbm é legal mais o Dean tem o molho🤌🤌🤌🤌

Me falam como ele é na dr de vcs, vou amar ver o relato de vcs!!

Anne with an "E" dr:

Jerry ♟️

A série eu vi 3 vezes, umas das minhas favoritas! O Jerry é táo>>😍😍

Ele é tão lindinho, esse querido merece mais reconhecimento, a Diana não valorizou ele! Na minha dr eu sou rica, mais eu valorizo esse querido bastante!!

Na minha dr eu coloquei q a Diana gosta dele só pra dar uma emoção sabe? Mais no fim ei fico com Jerry🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

Tokyo revengers dr:

Mitsuya 🪡

Literalmente o homem dos sonhos, lindo, carinhoso, luta, te trata como princesa e é responsável! Gente, de tanto trauma que eu tenho nas minhas drs eu merece pelo menos um homem que preste.

Não tenho oq reclamar dele, ele é literalmente um Príncipe! Não vejo a hora pra ir pra essa dr, afe

All of us are dead dr:

Gyeong-su 🥋

Outro engraçadinho q eu amo do meu dorama favorito, lindão, maravilhoso, perfeito, gente tem oq reclamar desse homem?

A morte dele foi nada haver, mais vcs vão ver q na próxima temporada ele vai voltar!! (to nisso dês de quando a série lançou)

Me desculpe se vc gosta da Nayeon mais assim, eu tenho um certo preconceito com quem gosta dela, na real não é preconceito, tenho até amigos q gostam ✋🏻

Eu tenho MUITAS mais drs, eu já achei muito enquanto eu fazia! E o pior é que tem umas drs que nem acabei o script 💔

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter)- Ch. 4: Welcome to Auradon

Fairy Godmother and Ben’s parents leave to make further preparations for my classes and I’m left alone with Ben, who starts texting on his phone… at least I think it’s a phone?

“Um, what’s with the magic plastic box?” I give the device a strange look.

“Oh right! You’ve been in the woods the whole time!” Ben lets me hold the small thing, which is surprisingly light. “This is a phone. You can call, text, and do all sorts of things with it. Right now I’m just letting some people know we’re gonna be stopping by.”

My eyes widen. “Who? And what for?”

Ben grabs my hand and leads me out of his room down the hall. “Since you’re gonna need some help adjusting I’d like you to meet some other students.” Ben points to an approaching dark-haired girl who looks around my age and is wearing a bubblegum-pink sundress. “This is Audrey-”

“Princess Audrey, Sleeping Beauty’s daughter. Benny Boo, who’s the new nobody?”

This starts to ignite my temper. “Excuse me? Who elected you queen of the bitches? I am no mere peasant who will be pushed around-!”

“Ok, ok- moving on!” Ben ignores Audrey’s irked glare and tugs me over to another dorm- one with knights painted all over the door.

“Why in the name of Auradon did she call you ‘Benny Boo?’” I ask with a disgusted face.

Ben shuffles his feet and looks to the ground in slight embarrassment. “Um, she’s kinda my girlfriend.”

“What?!” I respond sharply. “And you didn’t tell me?!”

“I know, I know, I got a girlfriend and didn’t tell you. I’m sorry! It just sort of… popped up.”

I give him an evil smirk. “Meaning she wants the power tied with your royal position and made herself your girlfriend without you asking?”

Ben huffs. “Yeah.”

“Just give the word and I’ll hex spiders to come out of her pillow.”

Ben’s eyes widen. “No, no! No more pranks! She’d kill you, then me!”

I flinch at Ben’s argument. “It’s not like she’d know it was me. I’m surprised, Brother Ben. You used to like parking people. What happened? Going to be king and all the fun goes away?”

Ben doesn’t say anything and goes to open the door. Inside a brown-eyed brunette boy is admiring a brand-new sports jacket in front of a mirror.

“Chad?” Ben calls, but he still doesn’t notice. “Chad!”

He looks away from the mirror. “Oh, hi Ben. Didn’t see you, just fitting on my new blazer.” He goes back to admiring himself.

“And I thought the Evil Queen spent too much time in front of the mirror,” I mutter.

“Magica, meet Chad Charming. Son of Cinderella and Prince Charming. Chad, this is Magica. She’s new here.”

Chad takes a second to give me a once-over, and then gives an approving nod. “You seem worthy, but will you be able to pass the initiation?”

I frown. “Wha-?”

“No, we are not doing that! Moving on!” Ben drags me out before I can question the dim-wit further.

“What was that all about? What initiation-?”

But Ben doesn’t answer. Instead he shows me to a white door with hot pink lilies and green leaves painted on it.

A disturbing thought crosses my mind. “Um, Ben? Will I ever be able to visit my father? Will I ever get to see him again?”

He thinks for a moment, then Ben says: “There’s family days sprinkled throughout the school year, so you’ll be able to see him then. As for visiting… I’ll have to double-check with my folks before I can determine an answer.”

Oh. Great. The only caring family member I love and I’m forbidden to see him. Perfect.

When Ben opens the door a blast of pop music hits my ears and I can hardly hear myself think. Inside the dorm is decorated with pink, green, and blue drapes, as well as multiple butterflies that have been enchanted to flutter around the room. There is also a dark-haired girl wearing a teal top and black leggings dancing around.

“Hey, Lonnie!” Ben yells over the noise.

The girl stops dancing and smiles at us as she goes to turn the music off. “Hi Ben!”

“Lonnie, meet Magica. She’ll be starting classes here next week.”

“Oh really? Hi! I’m Mulan’s daughter! Who are your parents?”

Immediately I try to frantically search for an answer that will not get me shunned from my new school. Um- random gypsy? Unknown parents? Orphan? Yes! Orphan it is!

“I’m an orphan,” I lie as smoothly as possible. “I’ve grown up in Sherwood Forest my whole life, so I’m not quite used to this… modern way of living.”

Lonie’s mouth drops. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! I can’t imagine what it must be like to never know who your parents are. I’ll never bring it up again, I promise.”

Ben gives me a confused glance but then gets where I’m going with this. “Also Lonnie, um, Magica also has a few talents…”

“Really? Like what?” Lonnie asks with wide eyes.

On que, I conjure some pink flames that dance around my fingers. “Sorcery. Pick thy pleasure. What wouldst thou have me do?”

Lonnie gasps at the sight of my magic, and all she can do is stare until Ben waves a hand in front of her to bring her back to reality.

“Wow… you must be very accomplished! What kinds of magic can you do?”

I’m taken aback at the thought of someone asking questions of interest regarding my skills instead of interrogating me so they can lock me away.

“Oh! Um… Levitation, illumination spells and extinguishing spells, and some invisibility hexes. I’ve also been working on a variety of potions and tonics.”

“Really?” Lonnie exclaims.

“Really?” Ben asks, dumbfounded.

I just shrug and go to say more, but Ben grabs my arm and leads me back to the hallway.

“Gotta get going- lots to see.”

“Oh- ok. Nice to meet you, Magica!”

After Ben shuts the door he gives me a look that’s a mix of bewilderment and fear.

“I didn’t know you’d been practicing that much. I thought it was just a few simple tricks. Just how much magic can you do?”

Ah, here it comes. I was expecting this would happen sooner or later. Ben is already questioning my powers with uncertainty, and soon after he’ll tell his parents and me being restrained from magic will surely follow. I don’t want Ben to think he’s made the wrong choice, but then again… A part of me doesn’t want to tell him just how much witchcraft I’ve learned. After all, I'm related to Winifred Sanderson, one of the most well-known witches. I would rather be known for being a powerful witch than a scatterbrained flirt like my mother, so I should just bide my time and let Fairy Godmother help me control my magic. I can be good without Ben babying me. For now I think I’ll just downplay my skills and keep the more powerful magic a temporary secret…

I try to act shy and look at my feet. “It’s not much, really. Just some pocket spells and a few jinxes and hexes. Nothing major.”

I’m not even going to mention Mother’s spellbook.

But Ben seems to believe me and takes me to another door, this one being painted with pink and periwinkle daisies. This time Ben knocks, and the door is slowly opened to reveal a nervous-looking girl wearing a light blue tea dress and pink bow in her cute hair bob.

“And last but definitely not least: Jane.”

“Um, hi Ben. Did my mom send you?” She asks in a timid voice.

Ben gives her a warm smile and gestures to me.

“Jane’s the daughter of Fairy Godmother. Jane, this is Magica. She’s a new student here.”

I give a small wave. “Hi. It’s very nice to meet you, Jane. I must say, you’re very lucky to have a mother like yours.”

Jane seems to relax when she realizes I’m not going to eat her alive or whatever she thinks I’m here for. Now she opens the door wider and gives me a look-over.

“So who are your parents?”

Here we go again.

“I’m an orphan. But I did inherit some sorcery skills, which is why I’m here.” To prove this I send some pink sparks floating up into the air. Now Jane’s lost almost all fear of me and gives me a joyful smile.

“Surely you’ve gotta be in my Mom’s magic sessions! With stuff like that, you’ll easily be able to get a job on the Magic Committee! The last student who got inducted was Bianca, daughter of the Blue Fairy. Um… would you maybe want to sit together at lunch?”

Jane’s friendly request is asked as if she’s wondering if I’d consider willingly falling off a bridge. At first I’m against it. After all, I’m trying to keep to myself and pledging my potential friendship to someone this soon could get out of hand… But when I see the hope and eagerness in Jane’s eyes it reminds me of just how much I want to have friendship too.

“Of course I’d love to eat lunch with you,” I say warmly with a smile. “Maybe after I’m done with the tour?”

Ben seems surprised at my sudden acceptance of friendship, while Jane looks as if her birthday just came early.

“Really? I’d love that! Um, guess I’ll see you later?”

Ben gives a wave and starts leading me off just as I can say “See you later!” and then takes me back to his room, which is decorated with knights like Chad’s only the colors are blue and yellow.

“That was… different. You’re normally not so accepting of hanging out with others. Remember what happened with Willow?”

I cringe at the memory of Willow pouring ice water on me, wondering if it would melt me since she’d already thought I was a witch. Turns out it had only pissed me off and sent me running to the woods to nearly burn half the forest down in attempts to calm my temper. That had been a hard day for both me and Binx, and when Ben had found out he had Willow write a formal apology to me, although I could tell that the writing was very forced and cruel-minded. However Ben did let me cast a hex that made her hiccup for a week, so I felt better.

Now, the recent memory of her leading the accusation of me being a witch plagues my mind. And it’s still all too painful to think about. But not everyone is Willow, and unlike my other family members I do not want to be left with cruel, wicked witches as ‘friends.’ At the end of the day I want at least one good friend who won’t let me down, who won’t betray me and leave me.

Ben’s let me think over my response, but I can tell he’s just on edge as I am about me opening up to others.

“I know I’m not the most social person, Ben, but I really want to show that I can be good, that I am good. And in order to do that I’ve got to actually change and talk instead of always hiding in the woods when I’m scared or upset. Besides, Jane seems nice. Especially compared to Willow. Or Audrey, for that matter.”

Now Ben starts pacing, a telltale sign that he’s overthinking.

“Magica, I… I don’t know what to think about you. I mean, we haven’t seen each other for so long, and people change. I’m not saying you’ve become someone else, but you’ve got to understand that being king is a very big responsibility. I can’t be a part of any more childish pranks, and you should be using your magic for more appropriate uses. And orphan? Where’d that come from? Between this and you being more involved with intense magic I don’t know how many more secrets you’re planning on keeping from everyone, from me.”

He’s upset, but in a frustrated kind of way. Not angry, but close.

I bite my lip and go to Ben’s balcony to look out into the courtyard.

“Ben, you know you’ll always be my big brother. I didn’t know how much you really changed… how grown up you’ve become. But if you want me to be more mature, then I’ll try. I really want to make a life here in Auradon. But I don’t know who to trust. You need to understand how much pressure I’m going through as a villain kid, and I want to make everyone proud. Please, just let me test out this new environment and see how well I can cope.”

My old friend still seems doubtful, but soon comes over to give my hand a gentle squeeze.

“I know you’ll make us proud, Sparks. I’ll be with you ‘til the end, no matter what.”

I nod. “Thanks, Ben. At least I know I can trust you.”

But after what I’ve learned today, can I really trust him…?

Ben now leads me back down the hall to another door across from Jane’s- a plain one.

“This is your dorm. There’s no one else living in it, and there are more empty dorms nest to yours in case more students come during the semester. Feel free to decorate it however you like, as long as,” Ben holds up a finger. “It’s not too extreme. No big magic forest or whatever. Keep it simple.”

I roll my eyes. “Ben, I’ve been keeping discrete all my life. I think I know how to keep things simple. After I get settled I’m going to lunch with Jane. See you later.” With that I shut the door and let out a deep groan as I sink to the floor- which is covered in soft carpeting, a luxury we never had in the cottage.

“Everything going ok?” A voice asks.

I jerk my head up to find a sneaky black cat sitting in the window.

“Binx? How’d you find me? How’d you get in here?” An overjoyed smile spreads over my face.

“Of course I found you. I wouldn’t just let them take you away and let you be left by yourself.”

I sigh. “At least I can count on you. Ben’s turned into Mister King Goody-Goody and everyone else is… ok.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Just then another familiar face joins us. Twilight jumps into the windowsill and gives a confused meow.

“Your friend is asking if pets are allowed here,” Binx tells me.

I get up and hold Twilight to my chest, letting her warm, soft fur give me what little comfort I can get.

“Oh, Twilight. You’re not just a pet. You’re my companion. And if they don’t allow pets then I’ll just have to make Ben pass a new law to keep you here. You too, Binx. It’s just… I didn’t tell Ben about how in-depth I’ve gotten with my magic. I- I didn’t even tell him about Mom’s spellbook. When I told what little I did he started acting all paranoid, as if he made the wrong choice to let me stay. And now on top of hiding the fact that I’m a villain kid, I’ve been made Ben’s Royal Advisor! How am I supposed to keep up with that? People will think that I’m manipulating Ben with my magic and then here come the torches and pitchforks!”

While I’m talking, Binx goes over to my bed and gives me a hopeful look.

I roll my eyes. “Go ahead. It’ll add to the woodsy witchcraft aesthetic I’m going for. Gotta ‘keep it simple!’

With my blessing, Binx goes to town scratching up my bedpost. When Twilight sees what’s going on she jumps from my arms and joins in.

“Can’t see Dad again, stuck hiding my powers, having to live next to Audrey,” I say in a mocking, high-pitched tone. “I’m starting to think I was better off practicing in the woods.”

Binx looks up from his playtime routine. “I’m always here if you need me, Magica. Look on the bright side: at least you’re getting proper help to control your powers and not just experimenting with that book.”

I grunt. “Guess so. The only problem now is trying to figure out who to trust. I thought I could trust Ben, but after today I’m starting to have second thoughts…”

Just then I hear a knock on the door, and both cats scramble under the bedskirt.

“Magica? It’s Jane. Do you still want to go to lunch?”

The nervous voice gives me some consolation with the hope of finding a potential friend.

“At least she seems friendly. Come in!”

Jane gently opens the door and looks around my dusty, gray-colored dorm. “Have you decided how you’re going to decorate?”

I force a smile despite the sadness, anger, and confusion swirling within me. “I think so. Would you like to meet my roommates?”

Jane frowns. “Roommates…?”

I look over at my bed. “You guys can come out. She won’t bite.”

Binx cautiously pokes his head out, followed by Twilight. When Jane sees them she giggles.

“Aw! They’re so cute! Where’d you find them? Did they follow you here?”

I try to remain calm during her outlandish excitement and introduce my companions. “This is Twilight, and that’s Binx.”

At his name, Binx gives a small nod. “Delighted to meet you, Jane.”

Jane’s face freezes and her eyes go wide. “D- Did- Did he just… talk?”

I nod. “His name is Thackery Binx. He was human before- before a witch cursed him to become a cat. Twilight can’t talk, but she’s still just as good a companion. In my opinion, animals are more of a friend than any human.” I stumble a bit when reciting Binx's story, remembering that I can't mention my Aunt who cursed him.

“I agree.” Jane goes over to stroke Twilight. “So… are you still on for lunch?”

Actually, having lunch with Jane sounds… nice. And for once maybe I’ll be able to forget my problems without someone pouring water on me or trying to burn me at the stake.

“I’d love to! Just let me set a few things down and I’ll be right there.”

Jane goes to wait in the hall while I quickly hide Mom’s spellbook behind a dresser. I can go without it for half a day.

When I meet Jane outside she’s got a giddy look on her face. “Ready?”

A calm, almost eager sensation comes over me as I return her smile. “As ready as I can be.”

[spngi]

Ei ami, tudo bem? Mulher você me deixou tão, tão eufórica com esse capítulo, eu tô ansiosa pra ver Carlos se arrependendo amargamente, chorando de ódio e tô sentindo que vem (alô Márcia sensitiva)

eu já disse o quanto amei forma como tu escreve? Então, tô dizendo agora, entenda

Aiii amiga, você me deixa tão mas tão feliz 🥰🥰🥰

Muito obrigada pelo carinho! Carlos está começando a se perguntar o que fez da vida, mas nem tudo é tão fácil na vida desses dois e ainda vai ter muita emoção pela frente 🫠

[amor-barato]

O verso não, ou sim o verso?

Eis-me perdido no universo

do dizer, que, tímido, verso,

sabendo embora que o que lavra

só encontra meia palavra

Carlos Drummond de Andrade