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camencanto · 2 years

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do you have any camilo headcanons?? <3

DO I

anon, i give u:

super ticklish feet

HATES slow dancing

he just hates it it’s like an irrational hatred of his that he just utterly despises the thought of for literally no reason

sleeps with dolores when he’s anxious

has a hard time fitting in with kids his own age because of his reputation

this can go like,,,either way. they either don’t approach him because they’re intimidated by where he comes from or they make fun of him there’s no in between

winter is his least favourite season bc it reminds him of when he first saw snow after bruno left and pepa wouldn’t get out of bed for days

he’s really, really creative

also super independent for a 15 yo. u could leave that kid in a cabin alone for a week and he’d survive just by happily amusing himself as time went by

antonio is like. his ride or die. u mess with his homeboy and it’s legit game over for u. camilo would hands down kill for that kid he goes on x-games mode fr

i know they barely interacted in the movie but i like to think him and mirabel are properly best friends. like, in a they fight like siblings but tell each other everything kinda way

his default stress-reaction is just crying. he actually cries really easily and tries to cover it up but never really does

does his fucking best to make his mami smile when she’s upset—he’ll go all the lengths and do whatever it takes to get those tears dry

him and felix have a handshake

loves people playing with his hair

has the WORST handwriting you could ever see it legit has to be translated by like a fuckinf linguist because it’s that hard to read

swears like a sailor. he’s actually the worst out of all the grandkids and has gotten beat up so many times by alma bc of his mouth

he reads a lot!

out of all of the madrigals he fights with isabela the most

and it’s usually because she doesn’t have the time for his antics and he knows exactly which buttons to push to piss her off

luisa bench presses him sometimes if he needs cheering up

you know that animation concept of him waving his ruana around like a magician while he shifts? yeah i feel like he does that a LOT

he’s all about the dramatic flair

i know it’s literally canon that he eats a Lot bc he needs it but i sort of hc him to be a really fussy eater as well ?? like he’ll eat so much but rotates between the exact same 4 meals and refuses to try anything else

hogs the bathroom Every Single Morning and enrages pretty much every single madrigal grandkid

he steps out of his bedroom and makes eye contact with mirabel opposite him and they both freeze before fucking sprinting to the bathroom

he’s fast! he loves soccer, loves running around, he’s FULL of energy

he likes to play with antonio a lot, and most weekends you’ll see the two of them around the village having the time of their lives

he’s really good at card games! knows every trick in the book, wins every round, always ends up with his pockets full because he starts betting once the adults have a few glasses of wine in them

he’s got really nimble fingers but he’s still such a clumsy fuck

he can be Horrendously insecure

he can also be very, very moody

sleeps on his tummy

he’s a big hugger and not afraid to show it at All

loves to cook with julieta. he really cherishes their little bake-offs together because it’s such a nice hobby for him

sometimes he has to pull stage curtains over the mirrors in his room when all the reflections get too much for him

he’s had a stuffed chameleon since he was like 4 and still sleeps with it every night

blushes with his ears. they go BRUTALLY red

someone called him annoying once and he still thinks about it sometimes

he’s really bad at math. like, counts on his fingers and cries over algebra homework bad

he can play the piano & accordion really well

loves building forts. will force anyone and everyone to make a blanket fort out of the kitchen furniture. would legit get casita to make a fort with him

he has a collection of little things belonging to everyone he’s ever shifted into hidden in his drawers

bottles up his emotions to the point that he lets every big thing slide until it builds up and something small just makes him explode

he can be really sensitive and goes really quiet if someone’s either intentionally/accidentally hurt his feelings

he’s a little spoon. except for antonio

one of his favourite things to do to wind down is to lie on the couch with his head in pepas lap whilst she untangles every single curl on his head

and that is all for now !! i hope u enjoyed anon & thank u for the ask!

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writer-ish · 3 years

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Hi Kat! Here are this week's questions for E x B!

Not Yet Wed Questions

Note: Great Scott! This week, we are going back in time to MC’s intern year. Think of Ethan’s relationship with them at this point and answer the following questions accordingly. It is entirely up to you when in year 1 this takes place (pre/post Miami, pre/post CH 15, etc). Feel free to answer with dialogue or pictures or both :) Have fun!

No worries. All of this is off the record and HR will never know!

The setting for this answers is:

For Both

When I first saw them, I thought__________

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Three people at work your coworker hates?

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

(Bonus round! Feel free to skip.)

Never have I Ever:

come into work hungover

had a fistfight

been kicked out of a bar

gotten a tattoo

broken someone’s heart

been in love

For MC (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What do you find the most impressive about him?

Last thing he texted you?

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

For Ethan (MC is not there)

Where do you see her in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

Last thing she texted you?

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

Thank you to @jamespotterthefirst for humouring me and sending me these questions. I hope that it will help with my OPH/writing rut! I'm so excited to answer them for Brooke x Ethan. 🥰

The setting is: post-Dolores/the Naveen reveal, but pre-Miami.

Let's get started!

INT. COFFEE SHOP - MID-AFTERNOON

Two doctors sit at a small table. One has her leg crossed, foot swinging lightly. Her face is open and slightly amused. The other has his hands clasped loosely between his open legs. He is blatantly less impressed than his colleague.

Ethan: This is ludicrous.

Brooke: [laughs lightly] Can't you just humour them?

Ethan: Last time I checked, we had a job that didn't involve answering foolish questions for some sophomore publication.

Brooke: They want to humanize the doctors in the hospital. Make us more… approachable. It's not a bad idea.

Ethan: [in a low grumble] I don't want to be approached or humanized.

Brooke [loud laugh] Shocker.

Are we all set to begin?

Brooke: [clears throat] Er, yes. Sorry.

Ethan: [glares]

For Both

When I first saw them, I thought ____________

Brooke and Ethan: [look at each other for a beat, then speak simultaneously]

Brooke: Well, I— Ethan: She, uh—

Ethan: [clears throat] You go first.

Brooke: [shoots him a look] Well. I, uh, was taken aback by your presence.

Ethan: What does that mean?

Brooke: Well, you know, you're very—you command a room, let's just say. And then you got awfully bossy, but it was good because I was panicking. And, uh—that's pretty much it. Your turn.

Ethan: I thought she was very young and inexperienced. And I was proven correct almost immediately.

Brooke: [elbows him] Can't you say something nice?

Ethan: You said commanding and bossy!

Brooke: It was a compliment!

Ethan: Fine. She was…surprisingly competent for an intern.

Brooke: [sarcastically waves a hand in front of her face] My goodness, I'm swooning.

What is your coworker's most used swear word?

Brooke and Ethan: "Fuck."

Brooke: It's not very professional, but—

Ethan: —it is necessary at times. Although I did hear another one from you the other day that I quite enjoyed. "Son of a whore", was it?

Brooke: [blushes] Whoops.

Ethan: You're lucky there weren't any patients around.

Brooke: [innocently] Patients don't swear?

Ethan: [withering look] I'll let you know when patients need to be held to the same professional standards as the doctors who treat them.

Brooke: Well, whatever. I was in the supply closet anyway and it was because I had gotten a cardboard papercut, which is notoriously the worst kind of papercut—[suddenly eyes him suspiciously] I didn't even know you were there.

Ethan: [coughs] I was, uh, walking past when I heard your inappropriate outburst and I stopped to ensure it wasn't a wayward psychiatric patient lost amongst the halls.

Brooke: [dryly] Hilarious.

Quick: What color are their eyes?

Brooke: Oh, blue. Blue-blue. Like, a very crystal clear blue.

Ethan: I think we get it. Brooke's eyes are hazel but they err on the side of green.

Brooke: "Err on the side of green"?

Ethan: Yes. Like when you wore that sweater the other day, they appeared more— [clears throat] I'm not going to sit here and explain the illusion of refractory light. Next question.

Three people at work your coworker hates?

Brooke: [dryly] Just thr—?

Ethan: [cuts her off] Yes, yes, we get the joke, I hate everyone. Brooke on the other hand, hates no one. I believe she should be more discerning.

Brooke: You would.

What is your coworker’s strangest or most endearing quirk?

Ethan: Endearing? I—

Brooke: Oh, oh—the tie thing!

Ethan: The… tie thing?

Brooke: You do this thing when you're trying to get your emotions under control. It's like a [presses thumb against her other fingers in a crab-claw gesture] grab all the way down and then a flat palm just to smooth it again. [mimics a smoothing gesture down the front of her shirt, keeping her face pinched and stoic]. The "double-tie-grab-and-smooth" is what I call it. As of two seconds ago.

Ethan: Fascinating. As for Brooke, I can think of two.

Brooke: Here we go.

Ethan: The first is to ensure she never borrows your pen, as it will be returned to you as though someone inserted it into a pencil sharpener. I don't know how she isn't covered in ink constantly, the way she gnaws on the ends so violently.

Brooke: First of all, it's not that bad. Secondly, [mumbles] I have had a pen or two explode on me.

Ethan: I am extremely unsurprised. And the second is the sheer number of cardigans left everywhere - around my office, the faculty room, patients' rooms, and so on. She leaves them like breadcrumbs in a children's fairytale.

Brooke: [laughing too hard to speak]

Ethan: Yes, very funny and professional.

Brooke: [still laughing] Could you at least…grab one…next time you see it? I'm running low!

Ethan: What a surprise.

If they had a crush on anyone at work, who would that be?

Ethan: [scoffs] A "crush"? The very concept of a 'crush' is extremely juvenile and I refuse to pander to such incongruous—

Brooke: Dr. Harper Emery

Ethan: [splutters] I beg your pardon?

Brooke: [smirks]

Ethan: Well, yours would be that scalpel jockey surfer boy that's always mooning over you.

Brooke: [turns to him, aghast] Bryce? I don't have a crush on him! And neither does he. On me, I mean.

Ethan: On you, indeed.

Brooke: What's that supposed to mean?

Ethan: Hmm? Oh, nothing. Simply that the way he pressed you to the floor in the observation room of Surgery B would say otherwise, that's all.

Brooke: [blushes deeply] You saw that?

Ethan: I see everything, Rookie.

[There is an extended, awkward silence.]

Never Have I Ever:

Ethan: What is this now?

Brooke: [hides a smile] It's a game. A drinking game. You really don't know it?

Ethan: If you're asking if I'm familiar with a college-level excuse to get sauced and forget about my classes for the next week, then no. I don't know it.

Brooke: [rolls her eyes] It's simple. They ask a question. If you've done it, you take a drink. If you haven't, you don't. And [lightly swings her take-out coffee cup in his face] I don't think you'll get drunk on herbal tea, so you'll be fine.

Okay, let's begin. Never have I ever…

...come into work hungover

Brooke and Ethan: [take a drink]

Brooke: Really?

Ethan: I wish I could affect the same level of surprise for you.

...had a fistfight

Brooke and Ethan: [take a drink]

Ethan: [raises an eyebrow at Brooke]

Brooke: [shrugs] Rowdy childhood.

Ethan: [nods] Same. [coughs] Perhaps… rowdy adolescence. And, uh, [another light cough] early adulthood, as well.

Brooke: Dr. Ramsey!

...been kicked out of a bar

Ethan: [takes a drink]

Brooke: Oh?

Ethan: That rowdy early adulthood I spoke of? Yeah.

Brooke: Ah.

...gotten a tattoo

Brooke: [avoids eye contact, takes a drink]

Ethan: [turns to her swiftly, looking shocked, then quickly composes himself] Let me guess - dolphin on your ankle?

Brooke: Shut up.

Ethan: Christ, am I right?

Brooke: No, but you might as well be.

Ethan: [laughs, which seems to surprise them both, then clears his throat] We all have regrets, Dr Spiers.

Brooke: [grimaces and slouches in her seat]

Ethan: [stares at her for a beat longer than necessary, before leaning back in his chair with a thoughtful expression]

...broken someone’s heart

Ethan and Brooke: [quickly look at each other; neither drinks]

Brooke: No? You?

Ethan: What's that supposed to mean?

Brooke: Just surprised all this [gestures vaguely at his face] didn't get the ladies all worked up in—where are you from?

Ethan: Rhode Island. And no, "all this" [gestures to his own face] took awhile to grow into itself, I assure you.

Brooke: [laughs] Oh, big same.

Ethan: [gives her a sidelong glance, a soft smile playing at his lips]

...been in love

Brooke: [takes a drink]

Ethan: Really?

Brooke: What, it's so hard to believe?

Ethan: Well, you said you'd never broken someone's heart.

Brooke: [smiles at him softly, a bit sadly] Never said my heart hadn't been broken, Dr Ramsey. Some people are the heartbreakers, some are the broken-hearted.

Ethan: [splutters] Preposterous.

Brooke: [looks surprised] What is?

Ethan: That you—I mean, that is—that someone— [he pauses, fidgeting with his tie before smoothing it down] It's his loss, Rookie. [clears his throat, looking away]

Brooke: [smiles, bemused yet pleased, a warmth in her eyes] Thank you, Dr Ramsey.

For Brooke (Ethan is not there)

Where do you see him in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

Oh, [scoffs out a laugh] wherever he wants to be. He's Ethan freaking Ramsey. He can do whatever he wants. What's the highest position in the hospital? Chief of Medicine? That. [Thinks for a moment] Well, no, actually. He probably wouldn't want to be admin. But whatever he could do that would still have him on the ground, helping people, at the highest level of expertise - that's where he'll be.

And, uh, personally?

Oh. Well. [fidgets, looks away]. I'm sure I don't know. Probably married to some supermodel who will put up with him never being home and always being reticent and grouchy. [Laughs humourlessly]

What do you find the most impressive about him?

Oh gosh. [Pauses] Probably how much he cares. I know you see him now and you think, god, what an asshole. And you're not wrong. But the truth is, he has to maintain this facade of a huge, unfeeling jerk, because the fact of the matter is he cares so deeply. [Her expression goes distant and soft]. Honestly, he cares so much I'm worried it will be his downfall one day.

Last thing he texted you?

[Laughs] He hates texting. But I think it was, "What time is this - redacted - thing again"?

If he asked you out on a date, what would you say?

Ah… [laughs uncomfortably] What, like, right now? The way we are? Or as two… random people in a bar?

Right now. The way you are.

[Blushes and continues to laugh awkwardly] Is he—you said he won't see these?

No, this part will be anonymous and the information gathered will be for statistical purposes, not anecdotal.

[Fake bravado affectation] Oh, well, if it's for statistics— [pauses] I would say yes. In a heartbeat. I would say yes. [Smiles, almost apologetically] I mean, have you seen him?

For Ethan (Brooke is not there)

Where do you see her in five years (both professionally and in his personal life?)

Wherever she wants to be. She's a highly motivated and intelligent individual. I give her a hard time, because I see great potential in her and feel as though, as her mentor, she should be pushed to achieve the pinnacle of success. Which is undoubtedly capable of.

And personal?

I don't presume to know what the future holds for my interns' personal lives. [A long pause] But I would hope… [clears throat, picks non-existent lint off his pants, continues gruffly] I would hope she remains happy and healthy, without anymore instances of [clears throat, again] heartbreak. Of any kind.

What specifically do you find attractive about her?

I'm sorry?

What do you find attractive—

No, I heard you, I just find this sort of question wildly inappropriate and I refuse to answer it.

Okay, so we'll just put down 'nothing'.

Hold on, don't—I didn't say nothing. Just say I didn't answer.

We need some sort of answer.

Oh, for Christ's sake—will she see this? Will anyone?

No, it's information that will be used for statistical—

Fine, alright, I don't care. She's obviously an incredibly attractive woman. Are you happy? [Pauses] I mean, specifically? I would say her eyes. Especially when she smiles and they crinkle up on the sides. Also, her laugh. She's not a woman who 'titters'. Brooke isn't afraid to—well, to simply live. She laughs loudly, loves boldly, defends strongly. [His expression grows thoughtful,] She said I was a presence in a room? When she walks into—anywhere, the entire room stands still. It's like the air has been sucked out of it. And within seconds, they're enthralled. Within minutes, they love her. That's Brooke. [Clears throat] Don't put any of that. Just write down "Her intelligence."

Last thing she texted you?

"Be nice." And then some moving picture image of a dog wagging its finger. [Rolls his eyes] I hate texting.

If she asked you out on a date, how would you respond?

[Sighs wearily]

Again, she won't know. It's for statistical—

[Waves hand dismissively before sighing once more] In an ideal world—[cuts himself off and tries again] Look. Any man would be lucky to have Dr. Brooke Spiers as his partner. [Pauses] And that includes me. [clears throat] But we don't live in an ideal world. And a relationship between her and I would not only be inappropriate, but it would also inhibit her potential to achieve the highest levels of success that she is capable of achieving. [Pauses] And I would never do that to her.

[Stands up abruptly] Are we done here? We're done. Rookie! [Leaves to meet Dr. Spiers, who is waiting for him outside.]

EXT. COFFEE SHOP - LATE AFTERNOON

OBSERVED FROM INSIDE THE COFFEE SHOP

The two doctors greet each other with a smile. NOTE: Dr Ramsey immediately appears calmer in the other doctor's presence.

He says something and Dr Spiers bumps him playfully with her shoulder. Dr Ramsey continues to speak, gesturing towards her ankle, and Dr Spiers throws her head back and laughs loudly.

Dr Ramsey watches her laugh with a small smile on his face, before allowing her shove him lightly in the direction that they are meant to take.

They walk side by side, chatting and smiling, until they disappear from view.

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d-joana-a-shippadora · 6 years

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Enchanted Love

I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY, @ineslopesgomes (ok, this isn’t tagging her, damn).

Anyway, this fanfic was better on my head. I swear to God. The end is meh, but still good. Not as good I wished... BUT I INCLUDED THE PROMPT, @aph--portugay , I’M SO PROUD OF MYSELF!

Oh well, this is an AU “there are magical beings in our society, but we don’t know” (ok, this could be our reality, we never know--- I’m quite a believer, actually.) Witch!England x Enchanted Moor!Portugal (EXCUSE YOU, BUT I LOVE THE IDEA PORTUGAL BEING AN ENCHANTED MOOR!)

Have a good reading! <3

The scents of the plants were notorious in that little florist, at the corner of that street that, coincidentally, had "flower" in its name.

Afonso thought this was funny; the owner of this florist, founded by his deceased grandmother, had a quiet life, with nothing abnormal. It had a definite and simple routine, without anything intriguing. He woke up early, thanks to his roster, Eusébio, who did the honours of waking him personally; that is, he would enter the house and sing (screaming) in Afonso's ear. Then, in a state of drowsiness, he went to bathe and then his breakfast (often accompanied by Eusébio, who watched him from the window; actually, once the neighbour's cat also kept him company and Afonso only noticed him when the cat scratched his leg. He called him Tareco, but his real name was Tavares, what a weird name to give to a cat...). He treated the plants and animals at home while he listened to the radio and humming the music that was playing. Then he go down the stairs of the building and was in the florist; he prepared everything to open on time (but the boy wasn't punctual at all).

Anyway, it was a normal routine.

Or so he thought.

From time to time, a group of three people came in late Friday to buy rare and hard-to-find herbs; fortunately, Afonso had them in his grandmother's old garden, though they weren't for sale at first. However, the supposed leader of the trio, a blond boy with funny eyebrows, made such a lovely face when the Portuguese commented about the garden that the brunet didn't resist.

He didn't have to be too smart to suspect the trio was plotting, but he wouldn't meddle.

At least that's what he wanted.

Since then, the supposed leader has been coming every Friday to buy such plants. This made Afonso start to interest him and wanted to know more about him.

His name was Arthur, born in London, and his best friends were Lukas and Andrei, the other members of the trio. He believed in mystical beings, and every time he talked about it, his green eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. The same wasn't true about his family; he problaby have family problems, but Afonso wouldn't ask about it.

It wasn't Friday, but the blond was in the florist, dressed in a term. Very professional and formal, since he usually wore casual clothes. Afonso had to admit; he liked to see Arthur dressed in this way.

"G-Good afternoon!"

"Good afternoon," said Afonso, with his smile. The blond blushed.

"Ah..." the blond began rummaging in his briefcase, taking out a small sack of pale pink cloth with a green bow. "T-Take it!"

The florist looked curiously at the sack and picked it up.

"Can I ask..."

"I-It's nothing!" Said the blond, moving his hand frantically. "It's to thank the plants ... I-I know they aren't easy to find, nor are they for sale..."

"Oh... You didn't have to."

The Englishman didn't know what to say; he said goodbye as fast as he could and left. Afonso smiled, finding it incredibly lovely.

After closing the florist, the brunet went up the stairs to home and, in the kitchen, peered at the contents of the bag, excited to see what was there.

It was biscuits that were burned, which shocked him - he thought the other was "perfect," so he would never have imagined it. But there was clearly a sweet smell impregnated in them.

He smiled again and looked at Eusébio, sitting on the window sill.

"Funny that he doesn't think it strange that I have magical herbs in the garden, don't you think, Eusébio?"

"King Eusébio for you, Fonz," complained the bird in his thick voice. "And it's not like you're a wizard like your paternal grandmother. You're like your maternal grandfather."

"I know, King," he laughed and fiddled with the green lace. "But I also know that he has put something to make me fall in love with him."

Eusébio said nothing; simply nested. It wasn't necessary, he began to think, you are already in love with him. But I promised your grandmother I would protect you...

From the beginning, Arthur knew that it would be difficult to make Afonso fall in love with him. When he met him, he felt the famous butterflies in his stomach and his cheeks turning red; how could there be such a man?

Arthur knew he was in love, so he wanted to conquer Afonso. He talked to him, tried to get to know him more and more, tried to show himself a little, not in a convinced way, but to make Afonso interested in him.

But it was difficult. Especially when there was someone else in Afonso's life.

He didn't know what kind of relationship he had with Afonso, only that he lived with him. He was a young man with light brown hair and green eyes; he was shorter than the Portuguese, and if he heard correctly, his name was Li. Although the name was Eastern, he was Caucasian.

Not knowing the nature of their relationship, Arthur saw him as his rival.

But nothing seemed to indicate that he had made progress. Desperate, he had made spellbound cookies and gave it to him.

But that shattered him; heavens, what a coward, how stupid; to bewitch someone to love him? This was terrible, it was the worst of the worst. Afonso would never really love him that way. Just the thought of seeing him made his stomach turn; the sense of guilt strangled him, tightened his mind until his soul was destroyed and heavy.

He stopped going to the florist; instead, it was Lukas who was buying the herbs.

He knew very well that Lukas wouldn't say anything about him to Afonso, which left him placid.

Arthur couldn't stop thinking about Afonso; he needed to get something to distract him. He soon realized that he hadn't drawn in a long time.

Decided, he picked up his drawing material and headed for the nearest park. As he drew, he felt freer and more relaxed. It was his father who had taught him to draw; despite their controversial relationship. He didn't like to think of his father very much, but he had to admit that sometimes he had been a good father... Only sometimes, unfortunately.

"That's the one, isn't it?!"

"King, don't do this!"

Someone approached Arthur abruptly, and he looked up; he had never seen the tallest man with brown hair and brown eyes and tanned skin, but he recognized. the one who accompanied him as Li.

The tall one had a furious expression; Arthur was afraid.

"You!" He exclaimed, clearly irritated. "How dare you give something bewitched to Fonz and disappear shortly afterwards like a coward?!"

Arthur was shocked, of course; how did he know that? Heavens, would Afonso have noticed and told to Li...?

"D-Don't be like that, King Eusébio!" Li asked, half frightened.

"Shut up, you idiot lynx!"

"Fonz will be annoyed if he finds out you're being mean to Arthur!"

Eusébio sulked at that and crossed his arms.

"Who..." Arthur began hesitantly. "Who are you?"

"I'm Li and he's Eusébio," Li replied, pointing his thumb at the other. "And we are Fonz's familiars."

"Familiars...?"

"Yes... He will know better, but we were instructed by his grandmother to protect him. That's why Eusébio is furious with you."

"You look like you aren't mad like me!"

"Anyway," Li ignored Eusébio. "Afonso misses you."

"That feeling is false..."

"No, it isn't, idiot!" Eusébio exclaimed, uncrossing his arms in fury. "He really likes you and not because of those cookies you gave him! He didn't even eat them because he knew they were bewitched!"

That made Arthur feel so bad about himself. Afonso had even noticed. The Brit wanted to slip into a hole so shamed he was. But... Afonso liked him... He really liked him...

Arthur had to redeem himself and tell about his own inner feelings.

Afonso was restless. Eusébio rarely leaves home; preferred the comfort of home. Unlike Li, this one was very adventurous.

Among his brothers, Afonso was the only one born with a magic, since he was the son of a different mother. It was insignificant, almost nonexistent, but there it was. His grandmother Dolores had noticed; it was a magic different from hers, and with some research she discovered that the maternal grandfather was an enchanted Moor. And so, while alive, she tried to teach and stimulate the magic of Afonso, to develop it. She saw in him potential, an heir to her magic.

So she made sure he had familiars to help him. Magical contracts were important, in her opinion.

Though his magic was still weak... Her efforts weren't very fruitful there.

"Fonz," heard Li call, as he opened the door. "We arrived!"

"My God, where... Oh," Afonso interrupted when he saw Arthur with them. "Artie... Hello..."

Eusébio and Li returned to their animal forms, rooster and lynx respectively, and left close to them to give them privacy.

Afonso's face paled; why were they going back to their normal shape with Arthur there?!

"I-I.. I can explain..."

"I already know," Arthur said in a comforting tone of voice. He knew that Afonso was frightened that his secret had been revealed; just as he was. "Afonso, I wanted to apologize for what I did..."

"You don't have to apologize," said Afonso, revealing a small smile. "Hug me and swear you won't disappear like this again!"

The blond felt his cheeks burn; he laid the drawing material on the nearest dresser and, timid and hesitant, raised his arms to receive Afonso. His smile widened and Afonso jumped into Arthur's arms. They held each other for a few minutes; Arthur's heart seemed to want to explode. Oh, Afonso smelled like flowers...

"I-Isn't enough?" Arthur asked, embarrassed; the Portuguese found it amusing.

“You’re soft and warm and I don’t want you to move.~”

#porteng #engport #aph portugal #aph england #hetalia #fanfic #joanashippadora #i did it #also in canon verse eusébio and li are normal animals #just to make it clear :'v #but i won't denied that in one rp they were turned into human by england #very funny story #i hope you liked!

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