#jaylos prompt

[violetc4ts]

reasons not to die by ryn weaver is such a core four song. especially from mals pov and u should listen to it.

heres a concept edit i made ages ago

[telli1206]

21 for Jaylos please my dear ❤️

So sorry for the delay, my wonderful Sparrow 💖 It took me a minute to find inspiration for this one. I hope you like it!

21. Character B hugging Character A immediately, sobs racking through their body after being shaken awake from their nightmare and Character A not knowing what the hell to do with their arms so they awkwardly pat their back, saying, “There, there…” 

Jay doesn't welcome most touches.

There's really no reason for them. Unless he's getting something out of it, of course.

Like, when he "accidentally" bumps into Third in the market to slip a hand in his pocket, feigning an apology just so he can make off with a few of his best knives. Only to turn around and sell them back to him a few days later. 

He can accept that kind of touch.

Or, when he slips a hand under Maddy's shirt just outside Dragon Hall, pressing her up against the cold brick wall so he can whisper sweet nothings into her ear, making her swoon and placating her just enough so he can slip all of the gold rings off her fingers.

Not really wanted touches, per se, but needed to get the job done. And he’s ok with that.

Even Mal’s and Evie’s touches make sense. When Mal shoves and screams at him to move faster when they’re about to make a score, she’s just taking charge. And also reminding everyone around them that she’s not to be messed with. He would, and has done, the same. So how could he fault her for that? That’s just survival mode tactics.

Evie’s touches are different. She’s not being assertive with her actions, not really. Or even mean. She’ll just swat at Jay lightly, usually in the arm or chest. And 90% of the time it’s because of Jay’s awful pickup lines or dirty jokes that he won’t hesitate to try out on her every chance he gets. Her response is what he expects, to make him look like a flirt. A lothario. A ladies’ man. That’s what he wants from it, to maintain his reputation. 

So he’ll gladly take a hit from Evie. He’ll even smile through it. Because really, she’s helping him out, and she knows that. It helps her reputation, too. And he’s happy to give her that.

Which is, a little weird. Jay usually doesn’t care about what anyone else gets out of touching him. But it’s always been different with Evie. She’s the exception. The only one, so far.

Until one night, when Jay decides to sleep at the hideout. 

He, Evie, Mal, and Carlos had gotten caught in a particularly bad storm. By the time they had made it back to their hideout, Jay’s clothes were soaked through completely and his body was wracked with shivers. He was too frozen and exhausted to even think about trying to make it home, and passed out quickly on the makeshift bed they had shoved in the corner. He’s not even conscious long enough to know what the others decided to do, letting sleep take him over as soon as his back hit the too-stiff mattress.

He’s woken suddenly by arms snaking around him from behind, making him jump. He flips around quickly, his shocked eyes adjusting to the inky black night. And the arms are back before he even knows what’s happening, grasping desperately at his waist to pull him in closer. Jay’s hand moves to bony shoulders, ready to shove the figure away, until he hears a familiar sob that leaves him frozen in place.

“Jay...it’s...she’s...” 

It’s Carlos’ voice. Or, his cries actually. He sounds so broken, and Jay’s breath hitches in his throat as he listens, his fingers tightening on the shoulders he now recognizes.

“She won’t stop! Tell her I didn’t do it! Please, Jay...”

Carlos chokes back another sob, and Jay can feel how hard his body is shaking under his fingertips.

“Um. It’s ok ‘Los. She’s not here. This...you-you’re, at the hideout. You’re not home.You’re. Ok.”

Jay feels stiff in this moment. Awkward. Watching Carlos’ body heave with sobs, a stream of steady tears now glinting in the moonlight as it streaks down his cheeks. It was more than he could bear. The fear emanating from Carlos is so real, so intense, it’s palpable. Like a thick cloud hung in the air, filling Jay’s lungs and burdening each breath. He wants to do something to help, anything, but he has no idea where to start.

He lets his hands slip from Carlos’ shoulders, keeping his eyes focused on the boy as his sobs slowly start to break, ebbing away to softer coughs and sniffles. As Carlos’ breaths even out and his body relaxes into the mattress, he slowly lets his shoulders drop, tipping his head up and opening his eyes to fully focus on Jay, who tenses at the sight. Carlos’ full brown eyes are red-rimmed and bloodshot, still brimming wet with tears.

Instinctively, Jay stretches a hand out, forcing a weak smile as he reaches around to Carlos’ back. Carlos perks a curious brow at Jay’s movements, his eyes widening and releasing an unshed tear when he feels a short smack.

“There...there,” Jay chokes out, his voice broken and barely above a whisper.

He pats his back again, his arm curved out awkwardly to avoid any more contact with their bodies. Jay lets his eyes slide up, trying to focus them just above Carlos’ forehead so he can avoid the boy’s beautiful pleading eyes.

But the angle leaves ample room for Carlos to move closer, which he takes full advantage of before Jay can react, swooping in and looping his arms around his torso, burying his face in the crook of Jay’s neck, pushing himself inside the once empty space between them so tightly that his soft white curls start to tickle Jay’s chin.

And Jay just sits there, arm still outstretched, and lets him. Carlos nuzzles in close, really close, so that their bodies are flush against each other, chest to chest. He rubs his nose into Jay’s neck to muffle the sniffles he’s still fighting, and that tickles almost as much as the hair that’s making Jay’s nose twitch. And Jay’s hip is starting to hurt from the awkward side angle he’s been leaning in for so long. It’s not the most comfortable position he’s ever been in, but at the same time, he finds that he might actually like it.

He’s warm, for one thing. Carlos is slotted so perfectly against his body that Jay can feel the warmth emanating from him from tip to toe. Even the soft hair in his face is warm and comforting, smelling faintly of coffee beans and some kind of fruit. Jay finds that he’s taking deep inhales just to get more of Carlos’ scent.

Very, very slowly, he starts to decompress, a calmness taking over him as he lets his arms drop, his palms now resting on Carlos’ back, followed by the rest of the length of his arms. He’s fully draped across him now, and Jay even lets his head fall, resting it lightly against the back of Carlos’ neck.

But when he hears a contented sigh escape from Carlos’ lips, feels the soft breath ghosting along his skin, he can’t fight back the smile curling on his lips. He pulls Carlos in closer, reveling in the way their bodies melt together.

Maybe he doesn’t need this touch. But he wants it.

Send me an ask!

[cottagefroggg]

List of Fandoms I will write Fanfiction for! Will write things other than ship stuff!

1. BBC Merlin (T Arthur x B Merlin only)

2. Blue Exorcist (If a ship prompt only RinBon)

3. Naruto! (T Sasuke x B Naruto only)

4. Danny Phantom

5. Descendants (Preferably Jaylos, but is open to others)

6. The Owl House

7. Legend of Zelda

8. Voltron (only Klance)

9. Hannibal

10. Sisters Grimm

11. Teen Wolf (Stiles x Derek)

I will do things other than ship stuff if you would like! I love Hurt/Comfort or Angst with Happy Endings as well.

[descendantsshipweeks]

New and FINAL list of ship weeks for 2023!

Each week will have different prompts for each day, for fanfictions, fanarts, edits, headcanons, ect.

To participate, just tag your posts with the corresponding tags!

April 23-29th - Bevie (Ben x Evie)

May 7-13th - Jonnie (Jay x Lonnie)

May 21-27th - Jarlos (Jane x Carlos)

June 4-10th - Gal (Gil x Mal)

June 11-17th - Huma (Harry x Uma)

June 23-29th - Core4 (Mal x Evie x Jay x Carlos)

July 5-11th - Benry (Ben x Harry)

July 16-22nd - Janvie (Jane x Evie)

July 26 - August 1st - Bil (Ben x Gil)

August 6-12th - Maudrey (Mal x Audrey)

August 20-26th - Eviette (Evie x Harriet)

Sep 3-9th - Jaylos (Jay x Carlos)   

Sep 17-23rd - Haudrey (Audrey x Harry)

Oct 1-7th - Malvie (Mal x Evie)

Oct 10-16th - Bane (Ben x Jane)

Oct 18-24th - Sea3 (Uma x Harry x Gil)

Nov 5-11th - Chevie (Evie x Chad)

Nov 16-22nd - Carvie (Carlos x Evie)

Nov 25 - Dec 2nd - Power Team (Gil x Jane x Doug) 

Dec 3-9th - Baudrey (Ben x Audrey)

If I missed any, I'm sorry! Let me know and I'll try to add it to a 2024 list! And as always, any prompt suggestions would be lovely!

Looking forward to seeing everybody's works!

[thebluestbluewords]

Bingus Boingus

I’m writing very, very slowly, but I’m still working on my bad things happen bingo card! If there’s a square for a character or ship that speaks to your soul, send me a prompt and I might get to it sometime in the next 3-6 business years!

(List of my completed prompts below the cut)

Secret Revealed: don’t ask me I’ll never tell, 3k, technically Malleus/Cater but it’s mostly heartslabyul upperclassmen gen

Time Loop: Each Leaf a Heartbeat, 1k, Lilia & Silver

Bloodied Knuckles: Bloodied Knuckles, 3k, Silver & Sebek

Hijacked Vehicle: Maybe together we can get somewhere, 11k, Jaylos

Gave Up Too Soon: To The Wire, 1k, Ortho & Idia

Slammed Into a Wall: Don’t Loose Your…, 2k, gen but implied rotten ot4

WIPs

Gangrene: cursed swords (and other things you shouldn’t buy at Maleficent’s yard sale), currently 2k and counting, gen

Shaking and Shivering: Evie-centric, unposted WIP

Cave In/Precarious Ledge: Epel & Deuce unposted WIP

[unapologeticallyjaylos]

boyfriends & braids [jaylos]

anon asked: Carlos loves to style Jays hair and Jay loves it. it’s relaxing and every single girl at the school is jealous because every day Jay has a new fucking gorgeous hair style that surpasses all others

it’s kinda cheesy :) also enjoy the cuteass picture of boo in braids

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Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump

“Jay!” Carlos sat up straighter and slammed his book shut. “If you throw that ball against the wall one more time I will fuck you up.”

“Is that an invitation?” his stupid boyfriend grinned, the damned tourney ball resting innocently in his hand.

“I have to finish studying,” Carlos groaned. “Don’t you have anything else you need to be doing?”

“Yes.” Jay gave him a smile and a shrug. “But I’m not gonna do any of it so why bother pretending.” He shook his head, tossing his hair around. It was still damp from his shower, and Carlos stopped to watch for a moment. If there was anything worth pausing his studies for, it was Jay’s hair, especially right out of the shower.

“What?” Jay had noticed his staring.

Carlos huffed, getting up and grabbing a brush. “Your hair is tangled.” He climbed onto the bed behind Jay and started brushing it out. “It’s getting long, too. You should let me cut it.”

“Not short.”

“Just a trim, asshat.”

Carlos wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, carefully weaving the long strands into thin braids down his back. He liked the way Jay relaxed under his touch, the way he let Carlos have full control over his head, how he made soft little sighs under his breath every now and again.

“You’re adorable,” Carlos snorted after a few minutes.

Jay tipped his head back to look at him. “Don’t stop. It feels nice.”

Back on the island, Carlos had been pretty good at styling hair - wigs, that is - and he’d always had pretty nimble fingers. By the time Mal texted about meeting for dinner, every strand of Jay’s hair had been neatly braided and tied off.

“Come on.” Carlos planted a quick kiss on Jay’s shoulder. “We gotta go.”

Jay protested some, but when he caught a glimpse of his hair in the mirror, he grinned. “Shit, de Vil. This is cool.”

“I was just messing around,” Carlos answered, his cheeks flushing.

“Well, mess around more often.” Jay reached his hands back to explore the braids. “It’s out of my face for once.”

For the next several weeks, Caros actually did take Jay’s advice. During the day, he’d research styles online, sometimes trying them out on Evie when he needed a model (Mal told him that if he tried any on her she’d cut his hands off, so he steered clear of her purple strands).

Jay didn’t take the styles out when Carlos was done, either. He’d walk straight into class or the dining hall with an updo that belonged on a girl headed to an Auradon Ball without a second glance over his shoulder. Sometimes, it amazed Carlos how nonchalant his boyfriend could be; he really could make anything cool.

“Did you see his hair?”

“Who styled it?”

“It’s better than mine!”

“I hear his boyfriend did that.”

The conversations around campus had definitely taken an interesting spin. Carlos hadn’t expected people to notice, let alone care, but suddenly he had girls coming up and asking him for tutorials. One of them even asked him if he’d do her hair for prom.

“Who knew you had a talent for hair?” Jay laughed as they got ready for bed a few weeks later. “Everyone wants you to do theirs.”

“Mmm.” Carlos looked up from his book, watching Jay peacefully. He didn’t really care about the others girls or the reaction the styles had gotten; he’d never been one for lots of attention, anyway. “Wanna know my favorite part about doing your hair?”

Jay glanced over at him, finally taking out the pins that held up his updo for the day. He shook out his hair, letting it untwist back down his back. “Yeah? What’s that?”

“It’s gonna sound super sappy,” Carlos warned with a smile. “You sure you wanna hear?”

The taller boy sat down on the edge of the bed, folding his arms. “Well, now I’m hooked so you gotta share.”

“I like seeing your face.” Carlos reached forward to tuck the now-loose strands behind his boyfriend’s ear. “When it’s all tied back, I get to see your face all day.”

Jay leaned forward into his touch, still smiling like an idiot. “You were right. Super sappy, de Vil.”

“You asked for it.”

And when their lips met and Carlos ran his hand through Jay’s hair, he couldn’t help wondering when their lives had gotten so simple and okay.

[bunny-lou]

Y'all remember in the original 101 Dalmatians, Pongo is looking for a mate for his 'pet', Roger? Pongo is the reason Roger and Anita meet and fall in love, he was being a wingman (wingdog?).

What if Roger and Anita adopt Carlos, this cute and lonely boy, who always has time for fetch and belly rubs, and Pongo is like "at it again! Gotta find my new pet a mate!"

So he wags his tail and gets Carlos to take him to dog parks and around the neighborhood, Pongo finds many suitable young ladies for Carlos to love. They all swoon at his eyes and giggle at him. (Which they should because, in Pongo's eyes, there is no lad who is as smart and gracious and intelligent as his Carlos!)

But Carlos turns them all down!

Pongo is open minded and tries bringing young gentlemen to Carlos, but they are all rejected too!

So he huffs and puffs because Carlos HAS to find love, just like Roger and Anita did. It's not all bad though, Carlos has a couple of outcast friends named Mal and Evie (who give the best belly rubs) and he's so awfully close to his best friend, Jay...

But even Carlos' friends aren't concerned with his lack of love! Is Pongo the only one who needs Carlos to find a mate???

And Perdita just sits pretty because she curls up with Carlos at night and he whispers all about how much he likes Jay and his smile and his charm, isn't he oh so handsome?

That is Carlos' secret to tell though, so Perdita smiles and watches her husband panic to find Carlos love. She knows these things take time and Perdita is content just to listen as Carlos finds his own way to Jay's heart.

[sparrowmoth]

Safe From Heartbreak (If You Never Fall) • [AO3]

Teen | 6K | Jaylos | Hurt/Comfort, Caretaker!Jay, Fluff & Angst

A/N: Happy holidays, Glitter/@just-a-glittery-fan! ✨ I'm once again your Secret Santa for the @descendantsgiftexchange! 🥰♥️💚 I can never get enough hurt/comfort with my favourite boys, so it was a treat to get to write this and I really hope you'll enjoy reading it just as much! Warm winter wishes and all the best for the New Year! 🥂

CW (spoilers): Light to moderate description of blood and injuries, underage drinking, implied depression and trauma symptoms, existential angst, references to attempted assault and defensive violence, death of minor character (antagonist), references to parental abuse, implied food scarcity, and swearing.

It wasn’t the blood on the stairs, but the fact it was fresh that made Jay hurry. He could see the wetness turning pink as it mingled with the snow. It wasn’t a lot that’d fallen, blood or snow. Enough, though.

Enough to almost miss a shred of dull white fabric, snagged on the splintered teeth of a hole in a step that had been whole that morning.

He slowed a few steps down from it, suddenly wary of the creaking so familiar to his ears. He dropped almost to a crawl, spreading his weight out over several steps as he reached to examine the fabric.

He’d just plucked it when he saw down, through the hole—

Some thirty feet below, in the deepest shadows, there was a large, unmoving form. His heart lurched for only the moment it took to process that by the build of the person, it couldn’t be anyone he—

Loved.

(That was a voice in him that never would stay buried.)

Never mind that, though, because the sight of that stranger’s body in the place it was now meant they’d gotten past the gate, this far up the stairs—and for what?

Jay’s eyes fell to the shred of fabric pressed between his thumb and forefinger; the little white scrap was fluttering in the cold breeze like a flag of surrender. Another look down to the body below and Jay’s stomach clenched. The stranger wasn’t wearing white, but he knew someone who did—and probably was—and had reason to be here—

On that thought, he leaned toward one side of the stairs and poked his head through the rails, searching every inch of shadow for a sign of someone else below. It was reasonably dark at this hour, but the dusting of snow reflected some of the moon and near streetlights—

Enough to be reasonably sure there was no one else down there.

He sucked down an anxious breath, filling his lungs with frozen air; then, limb by limb, with slow and cat-like movements, he moved up over the splintered step and the rest of the way up the flight of stairs.

On the final landing, Jay straightened up, shook the snow from his hair, and was about to step toward the door of the hideout when he realized—it was open. And it was dark inside. Deathly quiet, too—

Or maybe Jay just couldn’t hear right over the drum of his heart.

“Well, fuck,” came the gravelly sigh from within as Jay stepped into the doorframe, all but filling it out. “Kinda thought you were dead.”

Jay frowned into the darkness, much deeper past the threshold.

“Carlos…?” he asked, not actually uncertain. It wasn’t a question of who as much as what happened and, “Why would you think I was—?”

Jay stopped, his arm outstretched, hand still on the light switch.

“Oh,” said Carlos, voice flat. He was slumped on the floor against an old wooden cabinet where they stashed supplies, one bloody arm up against the spill of light from overhead. “Just you,” he remarked as he squinted at Jay; then, sighing: “Can you turn that off? S’bright…”

Slowly, Jay stepped in and shut the door behind him, bolting it with one hand behind his back so as not to take his eyes off Carlos. He left the light on without comment, not because he hadn’t been listening, but rather because he’d been listening well enough to hear the slip—

The telling slur of Carlos’ words.

“What happened?” Jay demanded, not even bothering to stamp the snow from his boots as he cleared the space between him and Carlos with a few long strides. “There’s a body down there—” He crouched in front of Carlos, tilting his head to try and meet his eyes beneath the bloody arm he still had raised. “—so don’t bother with nothing.”

“Tch,” Carlos breathed out, gaze averted toward nothing.

Jay pursed his lips, then gently grabbed for Carlos’ wrist and elbow, pushing his arm down, away from his face. His eyes flicked over the bloodstained fabric of Carlos’ coat arm, noting the rip at the elbow where damaged skin showed through. Not too deep, but dirty, yes—

He’d deal with that after treating the head wound.

Grabbing Carlos’ chin in one hand, Jay slowly but firmly moved the other boy’s head up and down, side to side, in thorough inspection.

“Wha’ ah… you doo’n?” mumbled Carlos, otherwise amenable in a way that made Jay want to wind him up, purposefully annoy him—anything to inspire a reaction more in line with Carlos’ usual spirit.

Instead, with only some relief at the lack of visible injury to Carlos’ head, Jay drew back without releasing Carlos’ chin. He raised his free hand between them, holding up three fingers, and was about to ask how many when Carlos answered in a deadpan, “Twenty-three.”

Jay lowered that hand with a frown, but still held Carlos’ chin tight.

“Hey, smartass, shit sense of humour doesn’t mean no concussion.”

Carlos rolled his eyes in a slow, lazy arc before his gaze settled back on Jay, beneath a frown of his own. “Didn’t hit my head does…” He tried to scoot back from Jay, but—given he was already leaning against the cabinet doors—he settled for slumping heavily sideways.

The movement disturbed something caught between Carlos’ hip and the cabinet. The sound of it was brief, but distinct—enough that Jay would have known what it was without actually seeing the thing—

“Tell me…” Jay took a breath. “…you didn’t drink the disinfectant.”

Carlos stared up at the ceiling, since Jay had finally let his chin go. “With a bandage sandwich,” he declared, sarcastic with a dull edge.

“All of it?” Jay had reached for the bottle and was holding it up now, swishing it around like it wasn’t obviously empty. “Evil,” he cursed, setting the bottle down hard on the floor, “you know this shit’s—” He stopped abruptly, catching Carlos flinch as he came close to yelling. He didn’t quite say sorry, but took a breath before changing course, a little clumsily: “Risky. Drinking alone. Anyway, you look like hell…”

Carlos shrugged—sort of. More like he started to and also didn’t.

“Should see the other guy,” he mumbled, sparing a glance at Jay.

That earned him a scoff. “Yeah, I saw,” said Jay, “and you’re telling me what the fuck happened as soon as I’m sure your shit’s not going septic.” He straightened up before offering a hand to Carlos, who just stared at him in a way Jay knew to precede a confession. He sighed.

Carlos grimaced. “Don’t think… I should stand on it.”

He shifted his left leg so his pants rode up a couple inches above his boot, revealing a skin colour so unnatural, it might register as a sock.

Jay, for his part, swore as colourfully as Carlos’ skin was bruised.

That had been about five minutes ago.

It was quiet now but for the creaking of old pipes in the walls.

When Jay emerged from the bathroom with a small pot of water and a fistful of white rags bleached as clean as they could be, it was to the sight of Carlos on the couch, where he’d left him—one leg up on the arm, pants pooled at the knee; the other leg folded, hidden away.

Carlos’ eyes were shut, his face lined with tension.

He hadn’t let out more than a muffled whimper at Jay’s first attempt to extract his swollen ankle from out of his boot. The pair, which had been Jay’s before his, were a little big on him usually, but not as bad as now. His ankle was huge. No doubt his foot was swollen, too—

Jay’s second attempt had been, perhaps, a little cruel.

He’d done it quick, without a warning—after Carlos had asked him, breathing hard, to just stop—wait—give it a minute! Like that would make it better? It was clear to Jay it’d been too long already, and so—

He’d set his mind on one thing: get the boot off. That’s all.

Carlos had yelped and jolted violently, the movement awkward with how he was laying. He’d crashed back down on the couch a moment later, throwing his arms up to guard his expression, obscure his pain.

That reaction on the tail of an empty bottle made Jay more anxious.

Something was broken. Maybe not even bone. But something.

“I’m fucked,” Carlos croaked out, not opening his eyes, but listening to Jay as he shuffled beside him. He heard the soft clang of the pot as Jay set it on the floor, then a breath of a sigh before Jay responded—

“That why you were drinking?”

Carlos winced, cracking one eye open. “Didn’t… think about it.”

At that, Jay just nodded, like the honesty was enough. He bent and dropped the rags into the pot before turning away to retrieve one of their “dining room chairs” (if generously described). It was a rusted, rat-chewed thing, sure enough, but Jay felt confident to sit in it, and so he did, having placed it about as close as it could be to the couch.

“Arm,” was all he said, more of an announcement than a request. He was already scooping a hand under Carlos’ left arm, near the elbow, bringing his injury closer for inspection. It was bloodier than it was deep, with dirty patches of scraped skin—some by the wrist, a lot by the elbow, nothing between where his coat would have bunched—

“I jus’ fell on it,” Carlos mumbled, which Jay already figured.

“Mm,” said Jay distractedly, reaching down for one of the rags. He wrung it out in a fist, then started to gently wipe at the blood, a soft-formed crust. “Got some pretty bad splinters.” He frowned, dabbing around the spots he noticed them so as not to press them in deeper.

He was starting to see how it’d all have happened in his mind, or at least as far as it’d happened since the gate, which—yeah, that had to have been where Carlos had noticed there was someone behind him. He wouldn’t have gone to it otherwise, not even to escape. They all knew to lose their tails before they went into the den, so to speak—

That meant, probably— (Jay tossed the blood-soiled rag aside, then dug into a pocket for a pair of tweezers.) That meant the bastard had been waiting, already knowing the place, if not that Carlos would be coming alone. Call it coincidence? Maybe. But Jay wasn’t convinced.

Carlos, who’d been quiet, watching Jay pluck out splinters from the corner of his eye, suddenly reached for the tweezers with a sloth-like grip. “Can do it,” he said when Jay pulled back, raising an eyebrow.

Jay covered up a snort by lifting his sleeve to his face, pretending his nose was itchy. “It’s done,” he said, even as he bent to continue, “but if you wanna do something—” He glanced up through his lashes at Carlos, with his glass-eyed stare, eyelids drooping before he seemed to notice and quickly blinked to keep his stare fixed. “Nevermind,” Jay decided with a sigh. “I’ll... hide the body. We can talk tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s soon,” Carlos hummed in reply. “I’ll jus’ nap first…”

Jay spared a glance to the clock on the wall, which by now in his life he wasn’t sure why he bothered trying to reference. The black hand was sort of—well, it was near the thin one, and both were near to—

“Whatever,” Jay muttered under his breath, directed at the clock. He turned his attention back to the last elusive splinter in Carlos’ arm, so focused on plucking it without pinching, he almost didn’t hear—

“You mad…?”

“What?” asked Jay, just as Carlos was about to say something else.

They both stared at each other, then Jay shook his head, sitting up in his chair and pocketing the tweezers. “Why would I be m—” He cut off abruptly, regarding Carlos with a suspicious look. “Should I be?”

Carlos’ expression was equally suspicious, or at least it would have been; with tiredness creeping in all over, it looked more quizzical than anything. “Dunno,” he mumbled, failing at a shrug. “Maybe…”

Jay was quiet for a moment—then, he rolled his eyes and laid a hand on Carlos’ head, gently ruffling his curls. “Maybe you’re an idiot for getting drunk on our disinfector—” (Carlos made a face, but didn’t try to correct him, which somehow only made Jay want to dare him into proving he wasn’t “that drunk” by pronouncing “disinfectant.”) “—but I’m not mad,” Jay finished, forgetting that he kinda had been.

Carlos, who hadn’t forgotten, made a throaty noise of discontent.

Registering that as annoyance, Jay withdrew his hand. He was about to reach for another rag to finish cleaning Carlos’ arm so he could bandage it when he suddenly remembered: “Shit, I forgot the ice…”

“S’cold, anyway,” Carlos pointed out, blinking tiredly up at Jay as he pushed his chair back and stood, making a halo of the light behind him. He looked pretty like that and probably no one had told him—

Maybe Carlos would have just then if Jay hadn’t left so quickly.

As it were, he was alone, thinking about what he did say. It was cold. (Was it?) He held his arms up to examine the goosebumps that told him it was. Probably. His arms also told him they were very heavy—or, well, they didn’t tell him so much as he felt that they were that…

Next, he tried to lift his leg, but that was so much heavier and it hurt.

At least not as much as it’d hurt before, when it’d happened—

His boot probably had splinters. He should take them out.

But Jay had the tweezers in… one of his pockets.

He could use his fingers, he reasoned.

Would that get splinters in his fingers? Would Jay have to take them out or could he do it himself? No, he could do it himself, if he wasn’t so dizzy and warm in spite of the cold and wanting mostly to sleep.

It was… 11:54 PM now and Carlos, being confident of his brain if not his ability to “tweeze” at the moment, was very sure of two things: first, that he was drunk; second, that tomorrow was in six minutes.

Jay wanted to talk tomorrow, so he should sleep now, first, before…

Before was a word half-formed on Carlos’ lips. He’d mumbled half his thoughts aloud without realizing, but by the time Jay returned—and not more than a minute later—Carlos was quiet, deeply asleep.

He didn’t rouse when Jay hovered over him, debating what to do.

It could be as simple as pulling his coat down from where they’d set it over the top of the couch—easy enough to pretend it’d just fallen that way, or Carlos had grabbed it himself in the night and forgotten.

It could be as simple as a roll of bandage on that arm, stuffing some ice in a bag and taping it around his ankle, maybe leaving some food near and calling it a debt, because Jay had his own fucking problems, didn’t he? Carlos didn’t have to be one of them. Jay didn’t have to…

Love him? asked that weak and stupid voice in the soil of his mind.

Jay ignored that thought and all the others as he gathered Carlos up in his arms and brought him into the other room; there, a mattress lay with a mussed pile of blankets and no sheets, a few thin pillows and some cushions they’d stuffed themselves with rags and feathers.

Laying Carlos down on his back, Jay set a pillow under his head and then piled the rest, along with some cushions, under his injured leg.

He left the room to retrieve the ice, and when he returned, it was with a length of cloth to wrap around the bag of ice and keep it from burning Carlos’ skin; even with that, it was miserably cold, and Jay hesitated to place it on the affected area, especially bruised as it was.

Slowly, he set the bag in place over the curve of Carlos’ ankle—

There was no reaction.

He grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it over Carlos, leaving his legs out, and then straightened up. He’d have to check on him soon to make sure he hadn’t kicked the ice off or something, as was likely to happen given how Carlos was inclined to thrash around at night.

Jay learned that with a bloody nose, first night they spent together.

With a last glance back to Carlos on his way out from the bedroom, Jay untied the red curtain that hung in place of a door. It was on the ragged side, but it’d block enough of the light from the main room—

Quietly, Jay retrieved his coat and boots from the pile on the floor where he’d last discarded them. He dug around in a box by the door for a pair of heavy work gloves, stuffed them into his pockets, then stepped outside, fixed the lock behind him, and paused to listen—

There was a sound of… cold, comparable to static if not much softer.

Jay exhaled into the darkness and the cold filled his mouth. He had a flashlight in his pocket, but didn’t bother to use it. He knew the way, how many steps exactly. He did forget, though, just one little thing…

“Ya lawhi!” he exclaimed, pulling his weight back right in time. He wound up sitting on the snowy steps, one foot hovering above the empty air. That was close, he thought with a grimace, shifting his body very carefully forward in a crab-like crawl until he was clear of the step. He reached, then, for the rails he didn’t normally rely on—

On the right, his hand grasped metal; on the left, there was nothing.

Not long after that, Jay was on the ground with a flashlight in hand, sweeping over the shadows. He noted the length of railing that was missing from the stairs. It was near the body, both dusted with snow.

Jay crept closer, staying near the feet of the person. He nudged their calf with the toe of his boot to no response, then took another step, much bolder, but with the flashlight angled to blind them, in case…

“You,” he hissed out, recognizing Third, one of the sons of Gaston—recognizing, too, by the bulge of his eyes and his gaping mouth, the sunken quality of his head and the bloody halo, that the knife Jay’s hand had shot to on instinct could stay clean in its sheathe—

Third was already dead.

That was almost… disappointing.

Well, anyway, the Isle and grim being something synonymous, Jay was quick about the work of dragging Third into a storage room on one of the barren lower levels of the warehouse. He rolled the body up into a tarp, placed an empty crate atop of it, locked the door to the small room, and then went on his way, nothing to haunt him—

There was, of course, still that matter of blood on the concrete, which anyone might see if they were passing through the alley on a regular day, but—with a glance up at the sky, full to bursting with snow clouds, Jay felt confident to say there’d be no sight of it by morning.

He grabbed a short plank of wood as a last thought before trekking up the stairs. He’d nail it down in the morning, but at least for now, with some rope, it’d spare the girls a surprise if they turned up first.

Inside, it was quiet as Jay stripped off his coat and the dirtied work gloves, then kicked away his boots. He set his sights on the corner of the main room they designated “kitchen,” rummaged for something to call dinner in one of the drawers, then trudged over to the couch.

He sank into it, bone-tired, now he was able to relax some.

Third—Gaston the Third—had been at least that much heavier than Jay was, with the build of a bison. Brain like an unborn sloth, sure, but his strength was—well, it’d been enough to get by on, until…

Whatever happened with Carlos, Jay thought, unwrapping a trail bar with an expiry date about half his age ago. He bit and chewed and swallowed robotically, haunted by one thing, the more he considered.

That was the thought that Carlos had been… lucky.

But no—no—he knew Carlos better than that, he reminded himself. He knew he’d survived more than “luck” could ever save him from.

And that wasn’t to say luck hadn’t been a factor, just that it wasn’t…

Jay yawned, losing the thought. He took another bite of his trail bar, chewed it sleepily, almost forgot to swallow, and then stuffed the rest into his pocket as he curled up in a ball on the couch, letting his eyes close on a last thought that he should check on Carlos soon…

However long “soon” was stretched, Jay hadn’t the slightest.

He woke abruptly, thinking he had heard his name, but it was quiet.

Nonetheless, Jay uncurled his limbs into a stretch and set his feet on the floor, keeping an ear out. There was a moan from the bedroom, followed by mumbling. He was sure now of his name being uttered, but also that Carlos was dreaming, which only peaked his curiosity.

Sure, Carlos’ sleep talk was mostly nonsense, like fretting to Jay that his hair was made of snow and he’d go bald in the spring, or trying to knead his pillow back into softness because it’d gotten “petrified.”

(“I’m not your pillow, dude,” Jay would grumble to the last one.)

Tonight, though, Jay soon realized—

Carlos wasn’t talking any nonsense.

He was slurring pleas the way Jay had only ever heard him do at his mother’s feet, after a beating—those times Jay wanted most for the earth to swallow him up, so he didn’t have to stand there, didn’t have to watch. He knew Carlos was right when he said it was “better that way,” because she could do worse, and HAD (because of him), but—

“Don’t go,” he heard Carlos whisper, voice hoarse. “Jay, please…”

Jay shook out from his daze and was through the curtain before he’d processed his intent to move. He fumbled for a lighter in one of his pockets as he moved toward the mattress, then dropped to his knees and lit the lantern there beside it. The flame jumped up and cast the room in a warm glow, bright enough that when Jay turned, he saw the sweat on Carlos’ brow and the lines of stress around his eyes—

“Carlos, hey,” he murmured, leaning close without touching. “Hey, come on, wake up, you’re having a nightmare.” He gave a gentle tug to the pillow under Carlos’ head, then similarly went to disturb the blanket until he saw that Carlos’ eyes were starting to flutter open—

“Jay?” Carlos groaned and put a hand to his head. “What, where…”

Jay stayed quiet, watching as the memories of the night came all at once to Carlos, who groaned again and tried to roll away before Jay stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. “Dude, keep your leg up.”

Carlos laughed, thick with exhaustion. “Why, so I’ll die slower?”

He took the silence for an answer and looked away; but then—

“I’m not letting you die, dumbass.” Jay bore his weight down harder on Carlos’ shoulder as he said it. He hadn’t meant to, but even when he realized, he didn’t stop—not until Carlos looked at him again. “I mean it,” Jay said lowly, practically glaring. “Don’t you fucking dare give up on me now, De Vil, I swear. I’ll make you regret it, got that?”

Carlos’ thin smile was a mockery of humour. “Living or dying?”

“What?” asked Jay, glare softening into a puzzled expression.

“What’ll you make me regret?” asked Carlos.

Jay’s expression flattened and he drew back completely, gaze falling to the blood smeared on Carlos’ blanket. Damn it, he thought, fingers twitching with the urge to fist. He’d let his focus scatter, left Carlos’ wounds half-cleaned and unbandaged, at risk for infection—

Gods, what was he thinking earlier, wondering at Carlos’ luck?

Of course he had none, because if he did, it’d be Evie here, not Jay.

That was the thought on which he moved to stand and retrieve a rag and bandages—finish what he started, if nothing else; that was the thought on which he stopped, feeling Carlos grab his wrist tight—

They looked at each other and that was all. A look.

Then, Carlos dropped his wrist and turned his head away.

Jay stood slowly, watching Carlos, waiting for him to say something that he never did. Finally, he left the room, and when he returned with his supplies in hand, Carlos remained as he was, looking away.

The thing about it was the look before, however brief, had lingered.

Jay could see it there in his mind’s eye, overlaying the wounds and the bandages as he wrapped them. “There,” he said softly, as he tied off the last knot. It wasn’t perfect, but it’d hold. At least for the night.

“Thanks,” Carlos whispered to the far wall, meaning it for Jay.

Jay nodded, and then realized Carlos wouldn’t see it, so he cleared his throat and answered, “Yeah.” He sat there a moment, like he was waiting for something (for Carlos to look at him, maybe). He didn’t, so Jay gathered up what was left of the bandages, plus the dirty rag, and stood—and paused again—then, turned slowly on his heel—

He was tired, see, that was the problem.

Hadn’t slept enough. Hard to think.

He ditched the rag in a corner, near a pile of last week’s laundry, and stuffed the bandages away in the top drawer of the dresser. Evie was sure to find them there later and put them back in their place, so…

Nodding absently to himself, Jay began his usual ritual of removing his beanie and combing his hair out with his fingers to untangle the worst knots. Then, he pulled his shirt up over his head, let it drop to the floor, and unbuttoned his pants to reveal his orange plaid boxers.

“Aren’t you cold?” Carlos mumbled, startling Jay into a glance back.

Their eyes locked and Jay couldn’t help but notice Carlos was trying not to shiver. It was obvious, first, in how rigid he looked, from the set of his jaw to the curl of his fingers around the edge of the blanket (peeking out from the top); then, of course, there were the twitches—

(Yeah, Jay knew pride when he saw it. He had enough of his own.)

“Are you?” he asked, turning fully around, one eyebrow raised.

Carlos hesitated, then started to answer, “I… can’t really feel my—” He sucked in a sharp breath, briefly closing his eyes. “Nevermind,” he said, quiet and pitchy, as Jay walked over to relieve him of the ice.

Well, it wasn’t even ice anymore, but as for Carlos’ foot—

Jay almost recoiled at the brush of that freezing skin against his.

“Hades,” he murmured, glancing at Carlos, who forced an odd smile that looked more like a grimace. Told you I’m fucked, Jay read in that expression. But Jay just shook his head—an unconscious response—

He left the room without a word, looking distracted.

Returning through the curtain about a minute later, lights switched off in the main room, Jay had a small blue towel bunched nervously in one hand. “I got you this,” he told Carlos, who’d been staring up at the ceiling, but now watched as Jay cocooned his injured foot in such a way, it looked like a spire atop his stubby tower of pillows—

Ridiculous, was all Carlos could think, the word echoing into infinity.

His eyes stung, suddenly, and he brought his arms up, covering his face in a tight knot of limbs. “You want to know,” he started, voice muffled by the press of his skin against his lips, “what happened?”

Jay didn’t answer immediately, but Carlos felt the mattress dip and the blankets shift, and soon enough, there was a radiant warmth just inches from him that he longed to curve into, but couldn’t. Couldn’t.

That’s when Jay breathed out a sigh of, “It can wait, ‘Los.”

Carlos shook his head, still buried beneath his arms, if not as tightly. “You want to know,” he muttered. “You said it. You want to know.”

“Sure,” said Jay, after a silence, his tone one of resignation.

Slowly, Carlos let his arms down, laying them at his sides. He glared up at the ceiling as he began to explain, “No one followed me here.”

(Jay had figured as much.)

“Third was—I don’t know, he… knew about it—our whole stupid trick with the rocks? I saw one broken and, you know, just… figured it was you or Mal, so I opened the gate, but... he’d gotten in already.”

“What?” Jay asked, pushing up on one elbow, brows knit together, lips parted to say more—something true that wasn’t now, like—

This place was their secret, his and Carlos’ and Mal’s and Evie’s.

That couldn’t not be true, he wanted to argue—but with who?

“Yeah, turns out it’s a shit location for our so-called hideout,” Carlos remarked, glancing askance at Jay—only the briefest of moments. “I didn’t realize until… I heard him coming up the stairs, and by then, I mean—I don’t know, didn’t really think—I might’ve stabbed him?”

At that, Jay nodded, having witnessed the gouge on Third’s arm.

“Halfway up, I guess, he kinda… fell on me, and the step broke, and he must have lost his balance. I felt him slipping, trying to grab me, but my foot was stuck. Don’t think I even really shoved him. Fucker was heavy.” Carlos paused and took a breath. “Heard him say I was dead, and then—you know—he was.” He turned his head to look at Jay, who’d sunk back down onto his side, cheek resting on his arm—

“Didn’t say what he wanted,” said Jay, both statement and question.

“I don’t remember,” said Carlos, voice carefully level. His eyes were on Jay, but it wasn’t a challenge; just a way of saying: Don’t ask again.

Jay’s eyes narrowed slightly, though he didn’t push further.

He knew what it meant to want to keep a secret. He had his own.

Finally, after a silence, Carlos looked up to the ceiling again, and Jay rolled onto his back. He didn’t have a pillow, but he didn’t mind. He folded his arms in a pretzel shape and watched the shadows dance across the ceiling, dark shapes puppeted by the flickering lantern—

“Tomorrow, if you want, I’ll get some of your stuff,” Jay murmured.

Carlos was quiet, but shifted beside him, and Jay could see out of the corner of his eye that he was staring again, on the verge of frowning.

“You know I can’t just…” Carlos trailed off.

“Can’t just what?” Jay prompted, though he already knew.

Carlos sighed in frustration, bringing a hand up to cover his face. He dragged it down slowly, mumbling into his fingers, “Think about it, Jay. I know you’re not fucking stupid. Third was, and he still figured out I’d be here. Think my mother won’t?” His hand fell away and he realized, with more frustration, he’d expected Jay to look at him—and he wasn’t. That read as denial, so he pressed: “I can’t just disappear.”

Jay’s eyes flickered sideways in a glance before he fully rolled back onto his side again, long hair sliding over his shoulder and one hand propped beneath his chin. “Right, so… what was your plan before?”

“Before what?” asked Carlos, face scrunched in confusion.

“Before you knew it was me,” Jay replied, gaze intense on Carlos. “I walked in here—could have been anyone—what the fuck was your plan?” His voice rose slightly as his temper flared, thinking back on the scene he’d walked in on—the way Carlos hadn’t seemed to care, at first, or even now, how the story would end—

Jay took a steadying breath, while Carlos stared at him, unblinking.

“I just… want to know,” Jay continued, eyes falling to the blanket he had fisted in one hand, “that I… wouldn’t have found you later—” He paused, gripping the blanket harder. “Like… Third,” he finished.

“Oh,” said Carlos, almost inaudible. He averted his eyes and pulled a hand out from under the blanket to rub at his left knee, starting to feel the strain and stiffness of having his leg up so long. “I mean,” he started to say, the words coming out halting, “I wasn’t… trying…”

Carlos trailed off, and Jay knew he’d meant to say more, but it didn’t matter. There was truth in it, either way. He’d seen it earlier, when he’d walked in on the scene: Carlos had been waiting—and not to be saved. That wasn’t everything, though, and Jay shouldn’t forget it—

Carlos had made it to the top of the stairs.

He’d unlocked the door, found the medicine cabinet.

That meant something, if only… that things weren’t black and white.

Suddenly, Carlos let out a soft huff and Jay could practically feel him scuttling back into a shell of frustration. “You changed the subject,” he accused, so petulant in his tone that Jay actually almost laughed.

“Did not,” said Jay, sounding equally petulant.

“Yeah, you did,” Carlos muttered, shifting his weight as though he meant to turn away from Jay before he remembered, a split second later, that he didn’t have that option while keeping his leg up. He made an irritable noise and crossed his arms above the blanket, only for a violent shiver to quake him and set him grumbling to himself.

Jay shuffled closer as Carlos continued to fidget and squirm. “You’re hogging the pillows,” Jay mumbled when Carlos twisted his neck to look at him, eyes wide and blinking rapidly because Jay was… close.

He’d set his head at the edge of the pillow, hooded stare on Carlos.

Quickly, Carlos turned his gaze up to the ceiling—so quickly, in fact, that some of the earlier dizziness he’d felt flooded back into his senses. He closed his eyes, suppressing a shiver from the warmth of Jay pressed in against his side, almost burning after so much cold—

“Getting your stuff tomorrow,” Jay murmured out of the blue, on the edge of sleep, some several minutes later. He breathed a soft, warm exhale that tickled Carlos’ neck as he added, “You’re not leaving…”

Carlos sighed, not opening his eyes. “Jay…”

With a sleepy grunt, Jay draped a warm, solid arm over Carlos’ chest and uttered a simple, “No,” that made Carlos want to sigh again—

Instead, letting his head fall to one side, so his curls were brushing Jay’s forehead and their noses were inches apart, he opened his eyes to look at Jay’s face in the dimming orange glow of the lantern.

“Starting to think you’re a dumbass,” Carlos whispered.

Jay’s lashes fluttered, dull eyes cracking open. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“Not the one who drank the disinfector…”

“Disinfectant,” Carlos huffed, causing Jay to crack a tired smile, “and it’s not just for that, y’know…” He said this much quieter, once Jay’s eyes had closed again, and Carlos had turned his head back straight, gaze on the ceiling, watching shadows stretching, shifting, merging.

“I know,” Jay said softly, almost a sigh. “Helps with the pain.”

“Supposed to,” Carlos agreed, feeling his eyelids drooping.

What helped more than he’d admit, more than the liquor Evie had watered down, sparing him a headache worse than he felt budding, was just the warmth of Jay—his presence there beside him, and—

From that, a hope like a flame, that was always flickering.

It’d been near embers tonight—

Didn’t feel that way now.

Jay made him… want to survive. It was kind of annoying.

Thank you for reading! Reblogs are always appreciated. If you'd like to leave kudos or a comment on AO3, I'd appreciate that, too! ♥

[callous-and-misunderstood]

For the Drabble - Jaylos + 102 “Do you really think I could ever replace you?” 🥰

Thank you so much! I was for sure challenged by this prompt but it was fun to play around with!

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Jay stalked across Auradon Prep’s campus, practice bag slung over his shoulder. He was grumpy, he knew, especially based on the students scattering out of his path, but he had no desire to try and calm down.

Carlos had just told him he had decided to quit tourney. He had told all the Isle kids actually, in an impromptu meeting after their last class. Carlos claimed he wanted to spend more time with Dude and focusing on academics. Evie was the only one who wasn’t completely caught off guard, though Mal had quickly bounced back with snarky ‘finally’. Jay just didn’t, couldn’t, understand it.

Tourney was their life here in Auradon. Or it had been. Now it was just Jay’s life. He thought back to what he had told Coach after the first round of tryouts. That Carlos was his brain, and that he needed him to play. Now he was standing on the tourney field without his mind, the biggest part of him absent. Jay huffed in frustration. He just felt like…

Carlos had abandoned him. Ditched him, for some books and a goddamned dog. Dude was cute, but he was a dog. And he hadn’t been by Carlos’s side for ten years, protecting him and fighting besides him. It sucked, point blank.

Practice went about as well as Jay had expected. He had been benched entirely within the first ten minutes and was staying after to run laps. He didn’t mind running; it was helping him recenter. He went around and around the track, focusing only on his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

By the time he finished his laps it was twilight. Jay felt a little better, though he wasn’t looking forward to seeing Carlos when he got back to their room.

Jay didn’t make it further than the bleachers before he saw Carlos. The white-haired boy was sitting on the bottom row, elbows propped on his knees, hands under his chin. Jay’s stomach suddenly ached.

“What?” Jay snapped as he approached.

“You’re mad I quit,” Carlos responded calmly.

“Of course I’m mad. This was our thing! And you’re just quitting?”

“You’re actually good at tourney, though, Jay. I was just an extra player, and mostly a bench warmer.”

“So?”

Jay felt himself soften a little bit as Carlos held his gaze. His eyes were a deep brown, like melted chocolate.

“Why are you actually mad?”

Jay sat next to Carlos on the cold metal bleachers. He noticed the pink in Carlos’s cheeks and realized the other boy had been out here a while, waiting for Jay to finish.

“You’re ditching me for Dude. For a dog.”

“What? Ditching you?”

“Yeah. For a mutt.”

“Jay, I’m not ditching you! And definitely not for Dude. I really just want to spend time doing other things than being pummeled by princes.”

Jay folded his arms. That made sense. Carlos got injured more than anyone else on the team.

“But, still. Then I won’t see you as much, and you’ll hang out with other people and then…”

Jay trailed off as a small smile traced Carlos’s lip.

“Jay, you’re still going to be my best friend. You’re family. That doesn’t change if we aren’t playing the same sport.”

The two sat for a moment. All of Jay’s earlier aggression melted away as Carlos eased his fears. He felt back for acting so harshly, and so selfishly. Carlos wasn’t a tourney player. It really made more sense for Carlos to be exploring the other things Auradon had to offer.

“You know what I told Coach to get you on the team in the first place?”

Carlos’s eyebrows went up in surprise.

“What did you say?”

“He told me that a team is a bunch of body parts. And I wanted to be the fist…but that I needed my brain if I was going to play. And that you were my brain.”

“Jay…”

“You’re still my brain if you’re not on the field with me,” Jay said firmly.

“Good, because I’m still going to be cheering you on at every game.”

“You’d better.”

Jay punched Carlos lightly in the shoulder. They both watched the last bit of sunlight disappear under the horizon. Then together they stood and turned to head back to the dorms.

“Were you really jealous of Dude?” Carlos chuckled.

“Shut up,” Jay blushed.

Carlos rolled his eyes and bumped against Jay.

“Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

“Of course not,” Jay scoffed, blushing deeper.

“Exactly,” Carlos confirmed, beaming up at Jay. “You’re part of me, like I’m part of you.”

[fuck-you-i-am-spiderman]

I have two halloween/autumn themed one-shots I'm writing. One is Marlos pranking together and Jay being a beautiful distraction for Evie. The other is a prompt I got for Marlos baking (I don't want to say too much because spoilers!!) but it's going to super soft and cute.

I'm in a good writing headspace right now and I want to try and write some more one-shots whilst I'm taking a bit of a breather from my bigger projects. If you have any ideas or suggestions come into my inbox, please I need inspiration!

They can be halloween or holiday themed if you want. I'm just feeling in the mood to write more and I'm trying to practice on some one-shots. Any dynamic within the ot4 is welcome (other ships such as Jane/Lonnie are also welcome)

[telli1206]

Jaylos + haunted and/or eyes? 💖💖

I'm getting through these SO slowly...but I'm trying! Hope you like this Halloween Jaylos, dear Sparrow 💖 And I really hope the move and transition is going smoothly! 😘

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"No. Uh uh. I’m not going.”

Evie juts out a pout, her red lips trembling. “But Jay! It’s Beast’s old castle! Don’t you want to see it?? Ben swears it’s haunted.”

“And who cares if it is?” Mal shrugs. “That place is creepy on it’s own, it doesn’t need ghosts booing and flying through doors and shit to freak me out. I can’t wait to finally see it up close and personal.”

Mal wraps an arm around Evie as she claps excitedly. “Oh me too! It’s going to be so much fun! And so Halloween-y,” she giggles, leaning into Mal. “Please Jay?”

Jay glares at Evie, his arms crossed defiantly. “Why would I want to go to some old, creepy castle Eves? Didn’t we have enough of those on the island? Shit, yours scared the shit out of me! ‘Specially when your mom was home...” he mutters, chuckling quietly.

But Evie isn’t about to give up. She serves up her biggest pout, this time to her girlfriend, looking up from her spot on Mal’s shoulder. “Mallll....”

Mal just rolls her eyes and pats Evie’s head, stroking her fingers through soft blue curls. “You know you’re going about this the wrong way princess,” she whispers.

Evie perks a brow, watching curiously as Mal turns her attention to Evie’s bed, where Carlos is perched with Dude in his lap, flipping quietly through his chemistry textbook.

“C, what do you think? You feel like checking out Beast’s haunted castle?”

Carlos looks up at Mal, staring blankly for a moment before pursing his lips in thought. Finally, he quirks a tiny smile as he sits fully upright.

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” he says, nodding happily. He shifts Dude over and off of his lap then, and slides across Evie’s bed to swing his legs over the side. “Are we leaving right now?”

Mal shrugs, tipping her head in Jay’s direction. “We would, if we could get your whiney, scaredy cat boyfriend to agree to come with us.”

Jay’s eyes narrow at Mal and he jabs his finger at her accusingly. But before he can open his mouth, Carlos is standing in front of him. “Jay, you’ll come with us, won’t you?”

He scoffs and looks away. “For what, C? I’ve seen enough scary shit in my day, haven’t you?” 

Jay dares a brief glance back at Carlos. “What if we raid Lonnie’s Halloween cookie stash and watch Hocus Pocus again? Remember how much you loved that talking cat? Binky?”

“Binx.” Carlos heaves a deep sigh, letting his chin droop. “But, we could do that tomorrow. The haunted castle party is only tonight.”

Carlos sniffles softly, and Jay can’t resist watching him now, his face wrought with concern. After a minute, Carlos finally looks up again, just barely letting his eyes peek through his thick lashes.

“Please Jay? It really does sound like fun.”

Jay shakes his head, still determined not to go. But when he starts to protest further, he’s met with glassy brown eyes, brimming with unshed tears. They’re wide and silently pleading with him, and Jay can only sigh in defeat. 

“Fine,” he relents, smiling a little at Carlos and Evie’s chorus of cheers. “But now we’re all watching Hocus Pocus tomorrow. Got it?”

“Deal!” Carlos squeals, popping up on his toes to kiss Jay. “Come one, we can still swipe some of Lon’s cookies before we go!”

Evie giggles when the boys jot out of the room. “Right again Mal, like always. I swear, Carlos’ eyes should be illegal. The things he can get Jay to do with just a look!”

Mal pulls back to look fully at Evie, a wicked smile on her lips. “You think? I’m not so sure about that. I mean, Carlos for sure has pretty eyes, but those aren’t the brown eyes that always make me melt.”

She turns Evie in her arms, grabbing her chin in one hand. “Yep. My Kryptonite is right here.”

Evie scoffs, but leans in to kiss Mal anyway, smirking against her lips. “So cheesy Mals. But...I love it. Do go on.”

Mal chuckles and kisses her again. “Well, start getting ready then, cause this is gonna take a while.”

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I don’t know how I ended up with so much Malvie too @hersilentlanguage, but I’m sure you won’t mind 😉 Happy Halloween! 👻🎃🦇

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[nalascat]

I should stop asking for more prompts but I really wanna write jaylos?? Give me all the prompts, I must write the boys

[descendantsshipweeks]

Descendants Ship Weeks of 2023!

Each week will have different prompts for each day, for fanfictions, fanarts, edits, headcanons, ect.

To participate, just tag your posts with the corresponding tags!

April 23-29th - Bevie (Ben x Evie)

May 7-13th - Jonnie (Jay x Lonnie)

May 21-27th - Jarlos (Jane x Carlos)

June 11-17th - Huma (Harry x Uma)

June 23-29th - Core4 (Mal x Evie x Jay x Carlos)

July 5-11th - Benry (Ben x Harry)

August 6-12th - Maudrey (Mal x Audrey)

August 20-26th - Eviett (Evie x Harriet)

Sep 3-9th - Jaylos (Jay x Carlos)   

Sep 17-23rd - Haudrey (Audrey x Harry)

Oct 1-7th - Malvie (Mal x Evie)

Oct 18-24th - Sea3 (Uma x Harry x Gil)

Nov 5-11th - Chevie (Evie x Chad)

Dec 3-9th - Baudrey (Ben x Audrey)

EDIT: HarrEvie has been changed to Eviett! Thank you! :)

[carmecendants]

you asked for drabbles/prompts so :) how about a chocolate involving jaylos and chocolate?

How about yes?? 💕💕

Carlos De Vil is a sight to behold, by all means of the phrase. Even with his hair tousled and dripping with salt water, the way the light from the campfire danced in his eyes was enough to captivate Jay's whole attention in a way ten times more effective than any pile of jewels or magic lamp. (Though the other boy seemed too preoccupied with watching Mal and Harry in amusement as they competitively shoved marshmallow after marshmallow in their mouths, competing to see who could fit more, to notice.)

Back on the Isle, Jay would have forced himself to preserve his reputation-- tear his gaze away from the alluring boy and uphold whatever was left of his pride. But, as shown by absence of garbage and muggers, they weren't on the Isle. They were in Auradon, specifically on a beach somewhere on the coast of Cinderellasberg. (Ever since summer began, Ben has been determined to take Jay and the rest of his VK friends, along with a handful of AKs, and show them the wonders of life outside the Isle.) Since day one, the kingdom proved to be a much different playing field than the trash engulfed island. It had been difficult to get used to-- being allowed to hold hands and gaze longingly (and in Jay's case, somewhat desperately,) without expecting people to give him repulsive glares. Yet, here Jay is; fully embracing his role as the practically-embarrassing-to-watch, lovestruck puppy who'd eagerly follow Carlos De Vil to the ends of the Earth without asking any questions.

"Carlos." Jay said, lightly bumping his shoulders. Carlos glanced over at him, a wide smile plasted on the face.

Without thinking twice, Jay reached out a hand and gently swiped his finger along the side of Carlos' mouth, wiping away the reminiscent of a s'more from earlier. Carlos' eyes widened in suprise, but Jay merely shrugged and said, "Chocolate," with a teasing smile.

Carlos grinned, bumping Jay's shoulder in a manner that he could only assume meant, "What would I ever do without you, my knight in shining armour." Neither of the boys broke their gaze. The way they looked into eachother's eyes could almost be seen in a way described as "non-platonic", if only they weren't interrupted by the rest of their friends erupting into cheers and laughter as Harry stood up in triumph, mouth completely stuffed with the white, fluffy treats while Mal was doubled over, spitting out all of her marshmallows.

[unapologeticallyjaylos]

jaylos prompt

title: a second spurt of growth 

pairings: jay/carlos

ask: anon asked:

If you’re taking prompts right now, I would love a “someone is hitting on carlos and Jay is all angry and flustered” jealousy story

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Jay was used to being “the hot one”.

He would have to be blind not to see the girls (and sometimes guys, too) that took notice of him when he walked past. The groups of cheerleaders that liked to giggle and “accidentally” drop their pom poms near him when he finished a particular tough practice. Sometimes, he’d take his shirt off just to see them all go crazy.

He was Jay - the popular one, the sexy one, the heartbreaker.

Not that he wanted to make a move on any of them or anything - not now, at least. He had a boyfriend now. And Carlos de Vil made him happier than any cheerleader with her pom poms and double backflips ever could. Jay really didn’t give all the flirting a second thought until Jane happened.

Look, Jane was a good kid. He liked her well enough. She was a little too enthusiastic at times, but sometimes, when she rambled nervously or fidgeted with her hands, it did remind him of Carlos and that made him smile. The only issue he had with her was -

“That’s genius!” Jane blinked at Carlos almost reverently. “You’re so smart, Carlos.”

Jay raised an eyebrow, watching his boyfriend blush and look down at the textbook he and Jane had been pouring over for an hour. The two of them had been studying together for the past week - and Jay had just dropped in to bring Carlos some lunch - but now, he hovered a few feet away, listening.

“Well,” Carlos laughed nervously. “It’s not exactly - genius. Genius is - being able to understand interdisciplinary equations - like Grover’s quantum search algorithm or something.”

Jay smiled to himself. He didn’t get half the crap Carlos talked about when he went full science nerd, but he liked listening anyway. It was attractive to see him light up like that. Jane must’ve agreed because she leaned closer.

“Wow. Still sounds kind of genius to me.” She messed with the ends of her hair. “You’ve already helped me so much, you know? In class? Like - I understand things better and - you’re just a cool person. Like -”

Unable to help himself anymore, Jay walked over, clearing his throat loudly. “I brought you food, you handsome fucker.” He set the bag down in front of him and leaned over to give his boyfriend a kiss.

He and Carlos never hesitated to get physical in public - between the PDA, punching each other’s shoulders, or wrestling on the ground, they rarely kept their hands off each other - but today, Jay gave Carlos an unusually passionate greeting, pressing open-mouth kisses to his lips and jaw and neck.

“Christ,” Carlos panted, pushing him away slightly. “What the hell has gotten into you?” His face was flushed, and Jay loved how dilated his eyes had gotten.

Jay threw a quick glance at Jane, who sat back a little. “Nothing.”

Carlos sat back on the bench and opened the bag Jay had brought, taking out the cold slices of pizza with a grin. “Sweet.” Then he looked up, hopefully. “Did you by any chance bring -”

But Jay didn’t even have to hear the rest of the sentence to know exactly what Carlos wanted. He pulled a small plastic container of extra sauce from his pocket and handed it over. “Did you really think I wouldn’t remember? You must’ve reminded me a thousand times this morning.”

“You love extra pizza sauce?” Jane flashed them both an excited smile. “I love it, too!”

“Yeah, good for you.” It came out harsher than Jay had meant it to, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

“Jay,” Carlos frowned, looking up at him. “What’s wrong?”

Oh, nothing, Jay wanted to snap. Just figuring out how to get it through to Fairy Godmother Jr. here that you’re already taken.

Carlos’ eyes flicked across his face, coming to rest on his tense arms and jaw. He stood up, giving Jane an apologetic smile. “Hang on a second.” He grabbed Jay’s arm and dragged him out of earshot. “What the fuck has gotten into you?”

Jay grit his teeth some, folding his arms. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit.” His boyfriend glared at him. “Tell me. I mean, first the possessive kissing and -” Then Carlos’ eyes widened some. “Oh my God, you’re jealous.”

Still staring back stubbornly, Jay shook his head. Why did Carlos have to be so goddamn smart? It made it very hard to lie to him. “I am not.”

Grinning, Carlos had the audacity to laugh. “Jay, it’s just Jane!”

“And -” Jay lowered his voice, glancing over at the table again to make sure she wasn’t listening. “She was flirting with you!”

“I’m pretty sure wasn’t,” his boyfriend snorted. “And even if she was flirting with me, you know I wouldn’t reciprocate. I’m dating your stupid ass, remember?”

Jay did remember. And suddenly, he wondered if this was what Carlos felt like whenever Jay hung out with the cheerleaders or the giggling girls that always seemed to turn up when they hung out. And worse - Jay definitely flirted back at them. His face began to burn. “‘Los - I’m gonna stop messing with those cheerleaders, okay? I won’t flirt with them or smile at them anymore.”

Carlos stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss to Jay’s red cheek. “Look at that,” he laughed when he pulled back. “I think Fairy Godmother would call that personal growth.”

Jay made a face. “It kinda sucks.”

Punching his shoulder affectionately, Carlos smiled. “You’re such an idiot.”

But Jay already knew that.

[bunny-lou]

both to the jaylos request answer

Ha, I totally lost this I’m all of my requests, sorry about that.

But that answers your question because holy canole I have about 10 jaylos prompts in my inbox (and then also more harlos, Mal/Harry, Mal/Jay, a Huma and some gen stuff). The jaylos requsts I have are…

- Auradon!Jay meeting and falling for Isle!Carlos - Chad sneaking into use the 3D printer just to catch Jay and Carlos fooling around - Jay and Carlos drift apart and struggle to rekindle their relationship - miscommunication where one boy thinks the other hates him even though they both secretly love the other - Jaylos with heartbroken Harry trying to get Carlos back - Jay having nightmares of not protecting Carlos from Harry

I think that’s most of my jaylos requests right now.

As for things I want to read/request from someone else but haven’t had the time to ask…

- Auradon knights lose their last tourney game, so Audrey rounds up every girlfriend (and boyfriend) of the players and basically says “we need to give our boys an extra incentive to win. No one touches a tourney player until they win a game!” and Carlos teasing Jay but won’t kiss or let Jay touching him and Jay going crazy

- Jay is a single dad raising Aziz and Jordan while Carlos is taking care of his cousin Diego and they meet through like daycare or bake sales and fluffy shit. But Evie is raising Dizzy and Mal has a little Ben and there’s a shit ton of Malvie on the side

- an arranged marriage with omega!Carlos from the Isle and alpha!Jay from Auradon

- Jay being a little league tourney coach and having to share the field with that annoying and prude-ish (but totally hot) cheerleading coach. And in the middle of spotting young girls and boys and teaching routines, Carlos can’t stand how good that obnoxious, rude tourney coach looks without a shirt on

I’m sure I have more. But I’m on mobile and typing this all out bites.

Thanks for asking!