Jay x Reader
Prompt: Can you plz do a Jay (descendants x reader) where he tries to steal something from her after talking with her, but after walking away, he realized that she stole it back, plus she took his wallet, with cuteness AND FLUFF!!!! [PLEASE TAG ME CUZ I WANNA READ IT WHEN IT COMES OUT!!]
Note: I’m literally in love with Booboo Stewart rn, so expect lots more Jay fic haha. Also, I really like the pairing of Jay with Rapunzel/Eugene’s daughter, so…
Word Count: 585
He was staring at her. Again. His dark eyes were fixed intently on her long golden hair. It was pulled into a long braid down her back. Her attention was focused on her current painting: the front of the castle.
“Earth to Jay?”
Carlos’ attempt to catch his friend’s attention was unsuccessful.
“What?” Jay replied, his eyes not leaving her focused form as her brush carved careful paths across the canvass in front of her.
“Just go ask her out, why don’t you?”
“Me? Ask her out? Are you kidding? She’s a princess! And I’m a-”
“Villain. So what?” Mal rolled her eyes. “I think people are over the whole ‘labels’ thing here anyway.”
“Yeah,” Evie smiled, thinking of Doug. “At least talk to her. You never know what might happen.”
“I don’t know…”
“Just go over there.” Carlos gave Jay a shove. He stumbled over towards her.
“Hello, Foxy…” an unfamiliar voice made itself known. Before you knew it, you were sharing your bench with a stranger. Well, he certainly wasn’t unattractive…broad shoulders gave way to defined biceps and shiny locks of raven hair flowed from the beanie that sat atop his head. “Name’s…Jay.”
“Oh, I know who you are.” He winked. You couldn’t help the blush that crept across your cheeks. “It’s nice to meet you officially.” He let his eyes wander across your unfinished painting. “Wow, you’re really good.”
“My mom taught me.” You brushed a lock of hair behind your ear.
“Oh yeah, that’s right. I forgot she painted.” Jay nodded, pretending to remember while his fingers wandered elsewhere. His movements were quick, trained, and in seconds, he had one of your paintbrushes in his pocket and a proud smirk on his face.
“So…you’re Jafar’s son, right?”
“Yeah,” he answered. He looked a little hesitant. “Is that a problem?”
“Oh, not at all.” You told him. Your smile was reassuring. “My dad doesn’t exactly have the cleanest track record, you know…”
“Your dad is my hero,” Jay smirked. He couldn’t stop the words that followed. “But he’s nothing compared to you.”
“Well, you might be Jafar’s son, but I think you’ve got more charm than Aladdin.”
“Well, I don’t know about that…”
“I’ve gotta finish up my painting, but do you maybe wanna meet up for dinner?” You asked.
“I’ll pick you up at six.”
“See you then.” You smiled as he walked off. As soon as he was out of sight, you pulled your paintbrush from the hiding spot behind your ear. His wallet had found a temporary spot in your purse. He would get it back…on your date tonight. Then maybe he would learn he couldn’t steal from a thief’s daughter. Eugene had taught you at a young age to be quick on your feet, and more importantly, to be quick with your hands.
Once Jay was a good distance away, he reached into his pocket to grab the paintbrush he had ‘borrowed’ and was quite surprised to find it was missing. Along with his wallet…
In its place was a note.
Nice try. My dad taught me a few things too. Don’t worry, your wallet will be returned, but I hope you learned your lesson.
See you at six. Don’t be late!
Mal took a peek over his shoulder and smirked.
“She played you like a fiddle.”
“No, she didn’t-”
“I like her already.”
Jay smiled and gazed off to where you were packing up your paints.
“So do I…”