#Carlos’ duck butt is growing back

[leclercskiesahead]

Hair at the back of the cap

[telli1206]

House Of Tricks - Part 2

Carlos joins Uma’s crew, and Jay is ready to shoot his shot with him. But, is there another pirate just waiting to rock the boat?

Haaaaaappy Birthday, @hersilentlanguage! I know you’ve been eagerly awaiting a part 2 of this, so I got my ass in gear just for you, because you deserve ALL THE LOVE today. I hope it’s the best birthday yet for you. Much love 💖💖💖💖

Part 1

Evil, Jay never thought an attitude could be this hot.

But the freckled boy that’s in his room right now with arms crossed defiantly,  glaring daggers at him from the other side of his bed, is looking all kinds of fucking hot. His piercing brown eyes alone are enough to make Jay lose his breath from the tightness in his...chest. 

Or, from somewhere else.

“I never said I’d room with you. That wasn’t part of the agreement.”

Jay smiles back at the sneering pink lips directed at him. Carlos is trying so hard to look angry and put off, but it’s not having the desired effect at all. Everything he does is just so damn cute.

“Is that so?” 

Jay stares into angry eyes, refusing to look phased by the growing heat behind them. “Well, I don’t recall specific sleeping arrangements in the agreement at all. Unless, I missed something?”

With every word Jay takes a tiny step closer, inching his way into Carlos’ space as subtley as he can. The boy is quick to notice though. and Jay recognizes the slight tinge of fear that flickers into his eyes, which is soon blinked away and replaced with a hardened stare. Carlos takes a few deliberate steps to his side, sidling away from the potential Jay is creating to have him cornered by the window.

Jay snickers and shakes his head, maneuvering himself quickly in Carlos’ direction and darting an arm out to block his way. “Not so fast, pup. Where are you off to? We’ve got to figure out what side of the bed is gonna be yours.”

Jay uses his free hand to gesture towards his bed, throwing Carlos a suggestive wink. But Carlos responds with only an eye roll and a generous step back, taking him out of Jay’s reach.

“I need to talk to Uma. I’m about to call off our deal.” 

“Aw, c’mon now, don’t be mean,” Jay whines, jutting his lip out in an overly dramatic pout. “I saved you from your mom, brought you to The Revenge, convinced Uma to take you in. Don’t you like me even a little bit after all that?”

He adds wide, sad eyes and a quiver in his lip as he waits for Carlos’ reaction. But the boy simply scoffs, brushing some white curls out of his eyes as he looks away from Jay with a scowl still on his lips.

“Is that what you call breaking into my house, kidnapping me and stealing my mom’s furs so she’ll kill me if I try to go back, giving me no other options but to stay here and join Uma’s crew?” Carlos snaps, with an indignant curl to his lips. “SO sorry I forgot to thank you for all that.”

Jay chuckles at the heavy sarcasm in Carlos’ tone. His incensed banter is so entertaining, Jay is almost too distracted to notice Carlos’ fast shuffle around to Jay’s unprotected side. When he realizes what’s happening he takes a flying leap to grab at a freckled arm, but narrowly misses as Carlos tucks and rolls onto the bed, popping up with a triumphant smile on the other side. 

“Pup! Get back here!” Jay snarls, crawling across the bed, watching Carlos intently as he scoots his way to the door.

"This...roommate situation just isn’t going to work out for me, Jay,” Carlos laments mockingly, shrugging at him. “I’m fixing this with Uma, and there’s nothing that’s going to change my mind.”

Jay sighs when Carlos reaches for the handle, but at that moment the door swings open, and Carlos jumps back, arms raised, watching another familiar pirate sweep into the room, with a taunting sneer that glints almost as brightly as the hook dangling from his coatsleeve.

“And how’re the new roomies gettin’ along?” Harry sing-songs, his eyes darting from Jay’s crawling stance on the bed to Carlos and back. He takes in the boy’s sneer in front of him and lets out a chuckle.

“Aw, whatsa matter pup?” he coos, slipping a finger under Carlos’ chin to give it a tickle. 

Carlos snarls and smacks him away, almost opting to take a step behind him. But he glances at Jay and chooses to take a step over instead, keeping him closer to the door than the bed.

“I want to talk to Uma. This-” Carlos emphasizes by waving his hand between himself and Jay, “-isn’t going to work.”

Harry grins, casting his gaze back to Jay. “Well wha’ happened here now, Jay? I figured yeh’d be happy to share a bed with the cutesy lil’ pup.” He drops a hand to Carlos’ shoulder, tightening his grip when the boy tries to wriggle away. “Stop bein’ such a bed hog now.”

“Shut it, Hook,” Jay growls through gritted teeth. “I’m MORE than happy to share with him and he knows it.”

“I don’t want to,” Carlos butts in, still trying to shake off Harry. “If Uma won’t give me another room...I’d rather, take my chances at home. With my mother.”

“Eh, I might rethink that if I was you, pup,” Harry snarks. He raises a contempuous brow before ducking back out the door, leaving a curious Carlos and Jay staring pensively from inside the room.

When Harry returns, he’s carrying a balled up...animal?...of some sort, splattered in an array of blue and green paints. It’s only when he starts to unball it, letting the fur roll to the ground, that Carlos recognizes what it is and releases an audible gasp that carries a mix of both shock and horror.

“Harry!” Carlos chastises, snatching the fur from his hands. He pulls it open, holding it by the arms as the rest of the coat falls down in a flurry of color and the gleam of fresh paint, and lets out choked sob.

“Y-you...didn’t! Not my mom’s favorite fox fur!” 

Carlos’ eyes are wide with fear, bulging at the sight of the clumpy and  sticky fur coat, showing only a few tufts of the soft, silvery gray fur that once adorned the entire coat.

“Heh, yeah...Harry chuckles softly, rubbing at the back of his neck. He tries his usual playful smile, but even Jay can see the tinge of regret in his eyes.

“Gil wanted teh try an’ make it a lil’ more Uma’s style...” Harry explains slowly, his eyes dragging up and down the coat in Carlos’ hands. Carlos dips a finger into a spot of paint, rubbing it between his fingers for a moment before dropping the coat down in disgust.

“You ruined it! She’s going to kill me!” Carlos groans, clutching at his head in frustration, his eyes alight with fear and anguish. “At least I had a chance to get them back when they were just stolen!”

“Yeh. Guess you can’t paint fur, can yeh? Gilly and I learnt the hard way. I jus’ wish we stopped after that one...”

“Harry...you didn’t!” Carlos eyes are even wider, if that’s possible, and he’s gripping Harry’s shoulders now, the skin of the pirate’s biceps looking white where the boys nails are dug in. 

Harry rasps out a tiny laugh, smiling weakly at the boy’s pained expression. “Sorry, pup. Best if you stay here, don’tcha think? At least yeh know Uma’ll keep yeh safe.”

The fire that Carlos possessed just a few minutes is lost now, buried underneath the terror he has at the thought of facing Cruella’s wrath. He drops onto the bed wordlessly, burying his face in his hands and fisting and tugging at his curls.

“Jay.”

Jay almost doesn’t register his name, he’s too intently focused on the boy he wanted in his bed, now sitting so close and looking so distressed. Harry says his name again and he finally looks up, recognizing his nod towards the door as a signal for them to speak privately.

He slides off the bed, stopping for a moment with one hand hovering over Carlos, silently contemplating the offer of a comforting pat. But Harry clears his throat loudly, prompting Jay to drop his hand and follow him outside.

“Jus’ one lil’ thing, lad,” Harry starts, his voice just above a whisper. “I know Uma agreed that you could have pup in yer room, but she doesn’ want ‘im teh hate us either...so, she said you have a week teh make...’friends,’ er whatever, or she’ll give ‘im another room if he asks fer it.”

“What??” Jay rasps, eyes narrowed at Harry. 

Harry puts his hands up defensively. “Aye now, don’ kill the messenger, ‘k? I’m jus’ tellin’ yeh what the cap’n told me.” 

But Harry pulls a smirk before Jay can start to relax. “O’ course, I did tell Uma I’d be happy teh share a room with the runt if he doesn’ want ya,” he adds with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Jay’s mouth drops at Harry’s words. He quickly recovers though and clenches his jaw, balling his fists as he stares Harry down.

“What the fuck, Hook??” He grits, putting a fist in the pirate’s face. “That’s playin’ dirty! I thought I made it pretty clear he’s mine, didn’t I?”

Harry backs up, giving Jay a casual shrug. “Not if he doesn’ want yeh, I guess. Uma’s orders. She wants those traps, and she’s not willin’ teh give ‘em up jus’ so you can keep ‘em fer yourself.” He smiles and turns to leave, giving Jay a final glance over his shoulder.

“Pup’s cute, yeh know? An’ fiery. Can’ waste that if yeh don’ know how to have fun together. I’m sure he an’ I can have a good time.” 

Jay growls as Harry blows him a kiss before finally walking away. He curses his own luck, hurrying back into his room and to Carlos. He didn’t realize his plan to woo the new pirate would have a timeline, but he’ll be damned if he lets Harry get the spoils of his labor.

He closes the door behind him gently while he looks for Carlos. He’s no longer seated on the bed, but a quick scan and Jay easily spots the boy curled up in the bed, still and silent, with his back facing the door. Jay’s threadbare blanket is draped over him, pulled up to his shoulders, with his head resting on the pillow.

Jay exhales quietly, taking slow, gentle steps toward the bed. He sits on the edge to carefully toe off his boots, his eyes never leaving the boy in his bed. Carlos breaths are even and steady, and Jay can only assume that he’s asleep. Not surprising after all the change he’s gone through in just a single day.

Jay opts not to disturb him. Instead, he rolls over onto the bed, pulling the blanket over him to and laying beside Carlos, facing his back. He watches the boy’s breathing for a few minutes, his fingers itching to touch him, to wrap an arm around his waist and hold him while he sleeps.

He shakes off his urges though, choosing to close his eyes and try to let sleep take him over. The image of the freckled boy next to him still haunts his mind, his thoughts consumed with his desires, hindered by a new limited time span. 

Harry can’t fucking win Carlos. His usual outright flirting just isn’t going to cut it anymore. It’s time to come up with a plan. 

[ashenious]

Droves Of Surprises - Chapter 2 of 3 (Dante/Reader)

For This Chapter: Rating: Everyone Warnings: Monster killing mention Additional: Fluff, Birthday Word Count: 1893

AO3 Link: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

         Seeing the beautiful landscape and extravagant buildings of Fortuna pass by, you couldn’t help but feel your excitement grow inside. As you took a second to try to remember the last time you had come to visit everyone, you couldn’t help but yelp as the van was suddenly halted in place, pulling you out of your thoughts.   

         “Oh, these sons of bitches again!” you heard Nico say once the van was fully stopped. Pulling your seat belt off and jumping up to the front quickly, you saw a hoard of both Pyrobats and Hell Caina causing chaos in the middle of the streets just down the road. Hearing Nero unbuckle himself from his seat and pulling out his Blue Rose, you followed suit and turned to the back of the van to look for a weapon. “I’ve got a new toy sitting on the back bench you can grab!” you heard Nico call to you as you hopped over the scattered tools.

         Reaching the back of the van, your eyes caught the toy Nico was talking about: a pretty typical looking shotgun. Confused, you picked up the gun and checked over it as you turned back around toward the front.

         “Trust me, it’s got more to it than you can see.” Nico said as you slid open the door of the van, stepping aside just as Nero threw himself out of the van and toward the monsters. Following behind Nero, you grabbed some shells just before you stepped out of the van and faced the nearby enemies.

         Loading up your shotgun with 3 shells, you watched as Nero effortlessly swung his Red Queen into 2 Hell Caina before he turned to fire his Blue Rose into a Pyrobat, causing it to explode and splatter all over the ground.

         Gritting your teeth as you pumped the shotgun, you watched as a Hell Caina made its way over to behind Nero, its scythe held high above his head. Calling out a warning to Nero, you took aim quickly at the imposing threat and fired off a round at it, surprised and thrown back when an explosion left the barrel of the shotgun and when smoke completely covered your line of sight of the battle.

         Falling onto your butt by the recoil of the gun, you couldn’t help but cough at the smoke that had filled the air. Looking down at the shotgun you still held, you lifted it back up to re-pump in a new round, before pointing it back toward the battle that was behind the wall of smoke.

         “Could’ve given me a warning about that recoil, Nico!” you yelled as you waited for the smoke to clear up more. Hearing an apology coming from the direction of the van, you were finally able to see the still ongoing battle again. Turning your eyes to where the Hell Caina you shot at once stood, you saw only the legs of what was once a Hell Caina laid on the ground near a scythe. Impressed by the lack of monster that was left behind, you aimed your shotgun to what appeared to be the last Hell Caina around.

         Calling out once again to Nero, you watched as the man ducked down at the sound of your voice just before you fired off another shot, your body braced and ready for the hard knockback from the weapon this time. Holding your breath as smoke once again filled the area from the explosion, you rolled yourself away from the smoke in an attempt to see if you had hit your target, grinning as you finally were able to see the lack of demons in the area.

         Sighing in relief, you looked down at the shotgun you held and turned the safety on before placing the gun over your shoulder. Catching sight of your clothes, you felt a tinge of sadness at the view of dirt and gunpowder that was now completely covering you. Switching the shotgun to your other hand, you noticed that your hand was completely covered in a thin layer gunpowder as well. Puffing your cheeks out a little, you looked up to Nero as he walked over to you, he himself covered in demon guts and blood and a bit of dirt as well.

         “Well, that certainly was exciting!” he said as he glanced over his shoulder to look at the defeated demons. As he turned his head back around to face you, he noticed your face and chuckled. “What’s with the face?”

         “My clothes are ruined!” you said as you gestured your hand over yourself. “I thought I could look nice for one day, but of course that one day there has to be demons in my path.”

         “I’m sure that you can wash all that out, or, I mean, you can also just buy some new ones, right?” Nero asked as he made his way back to the van.

         “Yeah, with all the money Dante and I have, I’ll just go buy a whole new set, hell, maybe a new wardrobe while I’m at it!” you retorted as you followed behind Nero, slowly stepping into the van and closing the door behind you as he made his way back to the front seat. Sitting yourself back down on your seat, you proceeded to buckle up again and turn to face the other two in the front as Nico began to drive everyone down the road once again.

         Pulling up to Nero and Kyrie's house, you grinned as you saw Julio, Carlo, and Kyle outside playing, excited as you hadn’t seen them in such a long time.

         As the van stopped and you heard it be put into park, you pulled yourself free from your seat belt and jumped up as Nero pulled open the van door and stepped outside. Gesturing for Nico to go first, you followed behind her as she also stepped down and you turned yourself around to close the door once outside.

         “Hey!!” hearing a voice call loudly from behind you, you swung yourself around to see all 3 children running full speed at you. “Happy birthday!!” they yelled as you threw your arms open in preparation of the incoming children, and you couldn’t help but grin as you braced yourself for their impact.

         “Wait, don’t, you’re gonna ge--!!” you heard Nero yell out just as the 3 children ran into you, the force of them pushing you back against the van and causing a puff of dirt and powder to fly off you, coating the air, and the children, as it settled.

         As the air cleared, you heard giggling from the children, each of them wrapped tightly in your arms as you hugged them tightly.

         “Thank you!” you said as you hugged them. Hearing a sigh a little ways away, you looked up from the kids to Nero, whose face showed amusement at the situation.

         “Now you’re all filthy! You’re definitely not allowed inside until you’re hosed off; we don’t need all that dirt floating around the house.” He said as he looked over you and the children slowly. “Come over this way.” Gesturing at everyone before turning around, Nero made his way toward the hose on the side of the house.

         Turning your gaze from Nero down to the children still clinging onto you, you chuckled as none of them moved and they all pouted. Slowly lifting up all 3 of the unmoving kids, you carefully but firmly held onto them, using your bent legs to hold them up as you waddled your way over to where Nero was now waiting with the hose.

         “We have some clothes you can borrow inside.” Nero said as he watched you make your way closer, a small laugh coming from him as he watched you struggle a bit carrying the children. Hearing a laugh suddenly from the garage, you turned your head to see Nico laughing at you carrying the children as she walked over to Nero. Stopping just before Nero, you grinned at Nico and Nero as you held onto Julio, Kyle, and Carlo.

         “I’d appreciate that! Now, lets wash off this ick.” You said as you set down the kids. Feeling as water poured over your head, you shook your hair out as you watched completely black water fall to the ground. Closing your eyes as more and more grime was washed off you, you waited until you no longer felt water being poured on you before opening them again.

         “Nico, can you go grab all the towels we have inside?” You heard Nero say as he started to wash off Julio. As you ran your hands over your head and through your hair to try to squeeze out as much water as you could, you watched Nico head inside.

         Catching the towel that Nico threw at you when she returned outside, you started to dry off Julio as Nero washed off Kyle and Carlo. Hearing a giggling from the garage, you looked up to see Kyrie standing in the doorway inside holding some clothes and watching you.

         “Seems like it’s been an exciting day for you.” She said as she stood there.

         “Very exciting!” You said as you grabbed another towel from Nico and helped dry off Kyle as Nero began to wash himself clean of all the monster gunk still on him. Once everyone was adequately dried off, one by one everyone went through the garage into the house as Kyrie handed each person a new set of clothes and told everyone to leave their dirty clothes in the hamper near the stairs.

         Heading into the bathroom and changing into some sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, you felt relief to be free from the grime of gunpowder and dirt that you had been caked in for almost an hour now. Opening the bathroom door when you were done changing, you walked your way over to the stairs and placed your old clothes in the now rather full hamper before making your way into the living room where everyone was sitting except Nero.

         “Oh yeah, happy birthday by the way!” Kyrie said as she noticed you walking into the room. Thanking her with a smile, you sat down on the couch and glanced around the room. “Nero’s taking a quick shower, he said he had some stuff still stuck in his hair that he wanted to wash out better.”

         “Makes sense, he was pretty coated in demon ick after the fight.” You said as you looked at Kyrie. Lifting your legs up onto the ottoman, you shimmied a bit in place to get comfortable. Sitting and talking for a while with Kyrie and Nico, Nero walked out from the hall after a while, completely clean and free of any previous grime. As he sat down and joined the conversation, you thanked him and Kyrie for the spare clothes you were wearing.

         “No problem at all, we’ll try to soak the dirt out of your stuff with the kids’, hopefully we can get the most of it out.” Nero said he looked over to you, and then to Kyrie, giving her a look for a moment. Kyrie nodded at him and slowly stood up. “Speaking of…” he said as he turned back to face you. “Us all and the kids have a little surprise for you.”

         “Surprise?”

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Here Charlotte De’Rosa’s Profile

Full name: Charlotte (Char) Rylie De’Rosa

Age: 16

DOB: 18th March

Height: 5′6 (167.64 cm)

Race/ species: Human/ Half caucasian/ Spanish 

Alias: Madam Mane 

Family: Mother: Monteen Carmen De’Rosa, Father: Carlos Edwardo De’Rosa, younger brother: Jeremy Richardo De’Rosa, Uncle: Fernando Malachi De’Rosa, Aunt: Polly Suellen De’Rosa, Cousins: Vernon and Myron De’Rosa. Other uncle: Anthony “Tony” Franzen (Monteen’s older brother)

Powers/abilities: 

super strength-  Charlotte is super strong, she can lift heavy items, move them, carry them, throw them and even toss them really far away. 

living super hair- This is a heredity ability/power she go from her father. Her hair though it has its own personality can grow long or short, take the shape of any weapon and beat down a bad guy in seconds. It is also strong enough to knock someone out cold or throw them far away 

Martial Arts- Charlotte besides her superpowers knows how to kick but the old fashioned way, hand to hand combat.

agile/ fast reflexes- She can dodge any blows her opponents throw at her. she can duck, dive, dodge and swiftly move away from danger.

Personality: Fun, fierce, averagely bubbly, cheeky, sassy ,tough, kind, loving, silly and a little immature, mostly Tom boy.

Likes: Going on group, trio or duo missions, Kicking bad guy’s butt, saving people, science, her family, spending time with her close friends, martial arts, boxing and kick boxing, being unique, dressing nicely, sports, young children and Bart Allen- she loves pulling jokes on him, plus she has a huge crush on him :3. 

Dislikes: Other boys continuously flirting with her (they tend to get punched in the face), her younger brother bothering her, seeing her friends and family in pain, being embarrassed by her brother or by Bart when he gets her back for pulling a joke on him, bad guys, evil doers, those who bring injustice upon the innocent, being exhausted after a busy day, being woken up before 7am on the weekend and oysters.

Profile:

Charlotte De’Rosa is a young beautiful 16 year old girl with long living super hair. She is a fun, fierce, cheeky, kind loving girl, though she is mostly tom boy and a little immature. Charlotte has a big family, mostly male relatives except for her mother Monteen and her aunt Polly. As a young child, Char was born with super powers she got from her father- she is really strong and has living superhuman hair that can beat down anyone in seconds. With these powers she became a heroine known as Madam Mane. Besides being a butt kicking hero, she also loves spending time with her friends and family, whenever she has or can find free time Charlotte’s off having fun with all or either of them- though she tends to Quarrel with her 12 year old brother- hehehe its a sibling thing. After joining the team of young hero’s two years ago, Charlotte has made some new friends, but also ended up with a certain speedy future boy crushing on her- though after sometime she ended up having a huge crush on him :3. The two of them like pulling pranks/ jokes on each other and sometimes others. Anyway Charlotte Rylie De’Rosa is a great girl and has a big heart- there’s nothing she can’t do to make you smile, just never mess with her or she’ll let her hair do the talking.