𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 𝐌. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Sakurawan

CTTO: chxwrites

Carlos Madrigal x he/them reader

Genre: angst with happy ending

Warnings: Blood.? Illness, physical and non physical fights, aggressive Carlos, cussing (all warnings might not apply to this preview but would most likely apply to other parts.)

Sakurawan: A non confirmed rare illness where Cherry blossom bud patterns grow on the patient's neck or throat. The cherry blossoms will gradually bloom, growing around the neck and causing the patient to feel pain, discomfort and agitated until the blossoms fully bloom and the person gets choked to death. The sickness is not infectious, however it either results in full recovery or death. Remedies are unclear. It's cause is....

He slammed the book shut. Disbelieving. Denying the truth.

"Mierda.."

-

Carlos shut his eyes as he laid on the grass, next to you.

"Hey principe"

"yeah?"

".. you know that conversation we had before of me turning into a horse?"

You shoved him lightly, "Don't you start again Carlos"

He snickered, "Vale, vale. What if... i suddenly died though"

You smacked him on the head "What are you going on about now Carlos, I swear that cabeza of yours is always up to something. And it's New years, don't bring yourself bad luck"

He scratched his neck gently, tracing patterns mindlessly, his mind heavy with thoughts drowning him. "Nevermind principe, was just joking around, you're so easy to get to" He laughed.

but the smile didn't reach his eyes as he kept a tight-lipped grin.

"It's late principe, i'll take you back home. Wouldn't want some guy snatching you in the dark now would we?"

-

He stared in the mirror in horror. Another one had appeared. He dreaded it, the patterns that appeared as days past. Nothing worked. Not even Tia Julieta's all curing magic. If the magic didn't work... then what would?

He slammed the table mirror down, pacing around the room swiftly, his ruana swishing after him as he tapped his feet, letting out frustrated cusses causing Camilo to knock on his door.

"It's 3 in the morning, Cállate or Get out of the house to do your mumbling! Dolores can't sleep and neither can I, hermano por favor!" He heard the slam of his brother slamming the door as he retreats back into his room.

-

"What is up with you recently hermano?" Camilo frowned

"Nothings up. what's it to you now?" He chided back, tone sharper than usual.

"Your attitude's just.. sourer than usual" His brother commented.

He ignored him but Camilo continued following him, curious to why he's in such a terrible mood.

After a few steps, He turned around, unusually pissed off and grabbed Camilo's collar.

"Stop following me idiota." He coldly sneered down at his shorter counterpart.

"Oh so that's what this is?" Camilo raised his fist, frown deepening as he stood his ground. "You just wanted to fight for no reason when I was trying to care."

Carlos swung his fist down.