Ooo congratulations on your new job! Since it's prom season... how about a promposal fic? I guess in Auradon's case it would be a ball-posal though! :) Congrats again!
Oh, how cute! I didn’t get back until much later than I planned, so I’m writing this while I’m tired, but it’s too cute!
Guilt was becoming a more familiar emotion the longer they were in Auradon and it was one of the few things that Mal hated about her new school. She had felt it when Ben was drugged into loving her, she felt it when she held Fairy Godmother’s wand in her hands, she felt it every time she looked at her mother, small and scaly in a tiny cage.
Looking at the pride and excitement on Jay’s face, Mal felt that dreaded guilt again.
“I’ve been working on this for two nights,” he boasted. “I’ve kept it hidden under my bed, Pup has no idea.”
Mal didn’t roll her eyes at Jay’s ridiculously sweet nickname for his boyfriend. He never made fun of the names Evie gave her, she could return the courtesy.
“Are you sure he’ll…like this, Jay?”
“What do you mean?”
A giant, bright poster, spanning nearly the width of the room, laid at their feet. Swirled, elegant lettering spelt out ‘Carlos De Vil, will you go to prom with me?’ while stickers and crudely hand-drawn cartoons decorated the edges.
Jay looked at her cautiously, as if Mal was about to tear him down as often as she use to. “I was gonna have the cheerleaders hold it up at-.”
“Hold it up at the end of the last game.” Mal finished. “You told me. You said you were going to make a crazy announcement and have the tourney team lift Carlos in the air for it all?”
“Yep.” Jay crossed his arms and grinned.
“But Carlos doesn’t… He doesn’t like being the center of attention, Jay.” Mal pushed. “It makes him uncomfortable and nervous.”
He made a face, a mix of surprise and confusion, as if Jay doesn’t understand how he didn’t consider that or how Mal remembered it before he did. Jay furrowed his brows. “I-I know that.” He said quickly. “I was gonna make it quick.”
“Are you sure you want to ask him like this? I know you mean well, but this might embarrass him.”
“No it won’t!” Jay clenched his fists. “The whole point of this is to show I’m not embarrassed of him!” Mal opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it, waiting for Jay to continue. “I… I want Carlos to know that I… I like him and I don’t care who knows it.”
Mal considered his words, hand on hip. She ventured over to Jay’s bed and gestured for him to sit beside her. “Maybe Carlos just needs to know that you like him and that’s all. You don’t need to make a big deal of your relationship to the school for him to know that.”
“It was gonna be big and spectacular,” Jay pouted. “It was gonna be memorable.”
“How about just make it special for Carlos? He’s the only one you’re asking, not the whole school.”
Jay rested his chin on his hands. “I guess. All the Pup would really want is just for me to ask him in between classes or something,” he muttered.
Mal snickered. “You can make it a little more special than that. It’s not like your only options are to make a spectacle or to do nothing. It’ll still be nice to make it special.”
“Well what are you doing that’s so special?” A moment passed. “You don’t have anything planned, do you?”
“No.” Mal joined him, slouching forward to rest her chin on her hands. “I was just gonna ask her with flowers and chocolate but that’s too simple for E. I mean, she’ll love anything I do because she’s Evie. But I want her to really love it. Nothing is grand enough.”
“We should switch.”
“No thanks. Carlos is pretty, but not as pretty as Evie.”
Jay laughed and punched her shoulder. “I meant we should trade promposal ideas, not relationship partners.”
“That’s…not a bad idea, actually.” Mal sat straighter, finger to her lips in thought. “Can you get Carlos’ name off of that sign?”
“I was joking.”
It was Mal’s turn to punch his shoulder. “But it’s perfect. E would love a huge, crazy prom ask in front of the whole school. I already bought the choc- don’t give me that look. Yes, I bought them, not stole - I bought the chocolates already, you can have them if I can take your sign.”
Jay gave her a sideways look. “Flowers and chocolate… Well, maybe chocolate and a new tool kit would really make Carlos happy. He would love that actually.”
“Let me take a look at this sign,” Mal hopped off of the bed and knelt on the ground. “I could go over and re-do a lot of these pictures,” she traced Jay’s pencil sketches and looked up, “I can definitely improve this. Can you pull some favors with the tourney team for me?”
“Yeah. You scare the piss out of Chad and Ben is still sweet on you,” Jay snickered. “If you get Evie out on the field at the end of the game, I can hook you up with the megaphone.”
A grin took over Mal’s face. Her smiles were no longer mischievous and nasty, but genuine and excited; the reminder of the change in his friend brought a smile to Jay’s own face.
“This is gonna be perfect! E will love having everyone watch her get asked to prom and have the cheerleaders holding up signs for her,” Mal’s grin grew at the idea of surprise and happiness on her girlfriend’s face. This is exactly what Evie would want, she bloomed like the fairest flower under attention and would flourish being in front of the entire student body.
Mal stood quickly, reaching for the door and calling over her shoulder. “I’m going to run back to my room, I’ll bring the box of chocolates and some paint!”
Her guilt for ruining Jay’s grand promposal effort was forgotten and replaced with two new emotions: excitement and joy. True, Mal had never experienced those things before Auradon, but the reason for them had been with her for many years. Excitement and joy were found in expressive brown eyes and curly blue hair, in soft hands and a softer voice, in ridiculous nicknames and in kisses that left Mal breathless.
And Goodness, she was going to make asking Evie to prom as exciting and joyful as the princess herself.
Carlos sat up against his bed in
his pajama’s with his laptop on his lap and Dude lying against him, resting his
head on Carlos’s knee, while he was working a few of his non-school-related
projects before bed. Jay was in the bathroom brushing his teeth, they had
already said goodnight to Mal and Evie to avoid them from being late for
Jay spit out the remaining
toothpaste and rinsed when there was a knock at the door. “I got it.” Jay said
as Carlos began to rise to open the door. Carlos sat back down. “It’s probably
the girls, maybe they forgot something.” Jay reached to the door knob and
turned it to open, “Look who finally learned how to-”
It wasn’t Mal or Evie, but three
adults. “Good evening.” Said one of the two men, he looked like a man with a
mission, not a good one.
“Who is it?” Carlos said standing
up and coming up from behind Jay to look around his shoulder.
“We’re from the disciplinary
committee, may we come in?” said the one woman, she, like the last man also
looked very official and not at all pleased. She pushed the door open a little
and let herself in, along with the other two men.
<b> *NOTE!! Feel free to use whichever prompt/s you’d like, but please give credit and send me a link to your fanfic so I can read your lovely creations :) </b>
- The Auradon Kids decide to play a few fun round of Hide and Seek after discovering that the VKs have never played, but quickly realize their mistake when it turns out that the Isle teens are basically ninjas.
- Did I really just hear someone say that Evie was the number one rapper on the Isle? Prove it.
- After months of begging, Uma finally decides to give Lonnie a few sword fighting tips.
- Jay and Harry’s hatred for eachother becomes very clear to the Auradon kids after the Fairy Godmother forces Harry to join the Tourney team. (Harry mocking Jay’s team tactics, getting into twenty arguments every practice, Jay doing his best to not swing at Harry like he would have in the Isle, etc.) Can the two work out their differences, or will things take a turn for the worst?
- When she finds out the pink loving girl has no clue how to dance without tripping on her dress and falling on her face a dozen times, Evie decides to help Audrey learn how to dance.
- The Auradon kids are trying to find out if Jay and Carlos are dating. They are constantly subtly touching each other, always seem to know what the other one is thinking, and the way they look at eachother has to mean something more than just a good bromance- right?!
Another Jaylos prompt: Due to his mother having a tendency to smoke inside the house, Carlos has a tendency to smell like smoke and someone makes a comment about it which makes him upset so Jay goes to comfort him
tbh i wish i had made this more angsty, butstill, I like it :) thanks for the prompt!
“Carlos?” Chad asked the white haired boy while they were at lunch one day, “Do you smoke?”
Upon hearing the question, Jay, Mal, and Evie collectively dropped what they were holding and snapped their heads up to look at the son of prince charming. Evie and Mal both sent him glares while Jay only sent him a pleading look. This was the last thing Carlos needed from prince stuckup.
Carlos froze for a second before shoveling a strawberry into his mouth and avoiding his friend’s stares and glares. He replied to Chad as calmly and evenly as he could, “Nope. Never have, never will.”
“Oh. So then -” Jay, Mal and Evie all shook their heads, signaling him to please stop before he says something stupid that could hurt their sensitive friend’s feelings. Of course their warnings did absolutely nothing to stop the boy, “- why do you smell like smoke sometimes?”
“Uh….” Carlos racked his brain for an excuse to get away from this conversation. The last thing he wanted to do was explain his life story to Chad, “Oh! hey, I think I forgot to…. make my bed this morning! Yeah, I really need to go do that, I’ll see you later guys!”
And he was gone.
Jay sighed and stood, gathering his things, “Thanks a lot, prince of no common sense.”
He ran off after his friend, leaving Chad with a glaring Mal and a pissed off Evie. Ben was there too, but even he wouldn’t be able to deflect the rage about to thrown on Chad, so he just gave him a look of pity. Chad who was still oblivious, just looked around the table confused, “What did I say?”
Of course, Jay found Carlos curled up with Dude on his bed. He wasn’t facing him, but Jay knew his eyes were downcast, and his small pout that he always got when someone mentioned his mother was present on his lips. He didn’t acknowledge Jay when he quietly came into the room, just continued to silently pet the small dog.
The younger boy had changed his clothes into an outfit that he was sure never got in contact with his mother, but he knew the smell of smoke still lingered. It always did. Jay, Mal and Evie didn’t notice it anymore, since they’re always around Carlos, but Jay knew that others could tell.
“Carlos, you know Chad is a jackass -”
“It’s not about who says it, Jay, it’s that they say it at all,” Carlos said without missing a beat. He didn’t care that Chad had been the one to tell him, it could have been Ben or even innocent little Lonnie and the outcome would have been the same.
He didn’t look up from Dude, but he knew Jay had sat down on the bed next to him by the dip in the mattress. He wanted to stay in bed with Jay the rest of the day, knowing that he didn’t care whether or not Carlos smelled like a cigarette. Just like how Carlos didn’t care that Jay’s hands were too rough from years and years of stealing and running and jumping around the Isle.
He felt Jay’s arm curl around his waist, taking the hand that was working through Dude’s fur and holding it close to Carlos’ chest. He inhaled Jay’s scent that he was so used to, but it didn’t make him feel better this time. “I just hate the way the smoke lingers…. how it’s stayed with me all this time, even being off the Isle.”
“I know, C,” Jay said, squeezing his hand softly, “They don’t know what you’ve been through. No one in Auradon has any right at all to judge you or any of us.”
Carlos nodded, hearing what Jay was saying but he felt tears come to his eyes, “It’s like a constant reminder that even if she’s miles away, on an island, surrounded by a magical barrier, she still has a way to make me feel like this. Doesn’t matter how many times I shower and wash my hair with fancy Auradon soap or wash my clothes over and over again, I still feel and smell like I did when I lived with her…” he trailed off, his voice cracking.
Jay hated this. He hated that Carlos felt like this, and he knew that Carlos always felt like this. And it wasn’t really the smell of smoke, though he’d like it to be. It was that something his mom did so long ago was still affecting him.
He hid it a lot of the time, but the younger was so insecure sometimes that it physically hurt Jay. Him, Mal and Evie were insecure too, but they weren’t even close to the level Carlos was at, and it was all his mother’s fault. Jay resisted the urge to growl, afraid it would scare Carlos.
Jay didn’t know how to comfort the boy after this, he didn’t know what to say to change this, because honestly, he couldn’t fix this. He couldn’t just spray Carlos with four cans of Febreze and call it good, it didn’t work like that.
Or… maybe it did…
“Hey, I might have an idea.” Jay whispered next to his ear and Carlos nodded, “There’s probably something in Mal’s spell book that, like, masks scents, right? Or something like that.”
Carlos sniffled, “Probably,” he said in a watery voice, “I’ll text Mal.”
“Carlos texted me,” Mal said back in their room, interrupting Evie’s rant about how stupid and inconsiderate Chad can be and how she ‘can’t believe she ever wanted to be his princess’. “He asked if there’s something in my spellbook that hides smells.”
Evie normally wouldn’t have been okay with her rant being interrupted, but this was her little brother, “…There’s something non-magical that does that. It’s called perfume.”
Mal sighed, getting another text from Carlos saying they’d be in their dorm in a few minutes, “Boys are dumb, Evie.”
“How much do you want to bet it was Jay’s idea.”
“Idea? More like weak attempt at comfort.”
“Mal, the last time he cried around you, you said and I quote, ‘It could be worse, you could be dead, at the bottom of a pit, back on the Isle’”
Mal opened her mouth to protest, but there was really no arguing with that.
When the boys got to Evie and Mal’s dorm, Mal cracked open the spellbook. She ‘searched’ through the book while Evie tried to comfort Carlos a bit more. Mal announced that she had found a potion, but she had to go make it in the bathroom and that she’d be back in a minute or two.
In the bathroom, Mal didn’t grab anything to make potion, instead she grabbed one of Evie’s perfume bottles. Mal had no idea which one it was, but it said cotton candy so she took it. She stayed in the bathroom for a little while longer, just to be realistic and let them think she was actually making this. She was nice enough to do a small enchantment on the bottle that would make the smell last much longer than it was made to, but that was all.
When Mal walked out, Carlos had a hopeful smile on his face that she loved. She returned a smile, “Alright, C, stand up.” he did and she walked over to him, holding the small glass bottle. She sprayed his neck with it twice and over his wrists, telling him to rub them together.
When she announced it was done, Carlos beamed at her before hugging her tightly, which she gladly did the same. When he released her, he sent her a look, “This isn’t gonna make anyone fall in love with me, right?”
Jay moved in just then, wrapping an arm around his waist, “Too late.”
Carlos smiled up at him, letting Jay pull him out of the room. He yelled over his shoulder to her as they exited the room, “Thank you, Mal!”
“No problem, C!” She smiled and turned to Evie, who raised an eyebrow at her, crossing her arms.
“What did you actually do?”
Mal chuckled and raised up the perfume she stole, “I sprayed him with your perfume.”
Evie laughed, taking her perfume back, “You’re evil.”
Jaylos and harlos prompt! If you'd be so willing, Jay and Harry have been flirting with Carlos and both are on the tourney team. At the next game, Carlos doesn't know which one he should cheer for! Thanks love :)
(so it might not be EXACTLY what you asked for, it sort of got away from me and became a monster lol…I hope you like it! )
“Carlos! Carlos, hey, wait up will you?” Carlos paused in his steps as Gil called out to him, brow raised as the ex-pirate came to a stop beside him panting as though he’d run from the Tourney field, where he had been heading to for practice, to find him. The blond hadn’t been avoiding Uma’s gang since they’d made their way to Auradon Prep at Ben’s insistence, but he hadn’t exactly gone out of his way to seek them out either; still wary of their gangs ex rivals, he was riding on the side of caution with them even if the now-trying-to-be-good pirates made it difficult as they continuously seemed to seek him out.
“Hello, Gil. Is there, uh, something I can do for you? Shouldn’t you be at the field already?” He still winced when one of them spoke too loud, unused to their brash humour being directed at him out of anything but spite or malice, and Gil always seemed too eager to talk to him whenever he approached to make any conversation with him completely comfortable.
“Yes, and yes actually there is!” Gil’s cheerful response was followed by something being shoved into his hands, and Carlos took a moment to give Gil a confused look before looking down.
“Is this a…Tourney jersey?” His confusion, he felt, was warranted; he’d left the team about three weeks prior to join the cheer squad with Jane, finding himself much better at the jumps and flips than he had been on the actual field. Holding up the jersey, he noted the number and name on it; 64, Harry. “Gil, is this Harry’s jersey?” Gil nodded, a wide grin on his face, and Carlos wrinkled his nose as he held it back to the older teen. “Why are you giving me this? It reeks, is this the one he’s been keeping in his locker?” Gil’s grin fell some, and Carlos felt a small tinge of regret at his words.
“I mean yeah, he’s got his other practice one on today but he told me to come find you and get you to wear this to the game tomorrow. I guess I could see about getting you the clean one though,or ooh, I’ll go wash it!” Carlos’ brow furrowed, and he reached to grasp Gil’s arm to prevent him from running off.
“No, Gil, dude you have practice in like ten minutes. Why does Harry want me to wear his jersey to the game?” It made no sense to him- the only people who wore the practice jerseys on game day were those dating the players, not their once rivals. Gil gave him a frown, turning on his heel and grabbing Carlos by the arm to drag him towards the field, the younger teen stiffening in his grip as he was pulled along.
“Ben says that when you like someone in Auradon, you gotta give them presents and stuff to make sure they know you like them. Harry doesn’t have a whole lot, so he thought the jersey was maybe a good start. Plus dude. You’d look really adorable in it! Like, you look really cute in clothing too big for you, everyone saw you in Ben’s jacket that day you got caught in the sprinkler. Precious.” Carlos glared at Gil, attempting to tug his arm free of the ex pirates grasp as he gritted his teeth.
“Please stop manhandling me, Gil. I don’t like being grabbed.” Gil released his arm as though burnt, and Carlos felt some of his irritation melt away at the distressed look on the other teens face. “Thank you. And…what? Harry doesn’t like me, he can barely tolerate being in the same room as me!” Gil snorted, and the two began walking again, the field coming into view as the approached.
“Dude, yes he does. Harry’s totally had a crush on you since we all lived on the Isle and you showed him how to mix pitch that one time. How do you not know that?” Carlos paused in his walking to stare at Gil a long moment before shaking his head, continuing towards the bleachers the cheerleaders were crowded around.
“Well…I had no idea. I’m barely getting along with him, wearing his jersey seems like a big deal.” Gil’s face fell, and Carlos sighed, cursing his soft heart. “You can tell him I will consider it. Now go away, we have practice and if the coach catches you over here we’ll both get in trouble.” Making a shooting motion, Carlos turned to the bleachers and moved to approach where Audrey and Jane stood, seeming to have a heated discussion between them.
“Carlos! I was just about to come find you!” Jane’s usually bubbly voice held a slight edge of panic, and the urge to run swept over the boy as two pairs of eyes focused on him.
“Uh…okay? What’s up?” Audrey let out a loud groan, moving to lean against the rail of the bleachers dramatically.
“Over half the team forgot they signed up for the bake sale today. It’s pretty much just us, and we can’t have practice with three people. You might as we head back to the dorms, that’s what we’re going to do.” Carlos shrugged, nodding towards the field as the girls moved to gather their belongings.
“I’ll do a few laps, I’ve been inside all day and I’m going to be waiting for Jay to go to supper anyways, we’re going to Tiana’s place. His treat!” He beamed, and Audrey made a cooing noise, leaning to lightly pinch his cheek.
“I think it’s so cute when he pays for your dates!” Carlos frowned, swatting at her hand as she giggled and stepped back, Jane giving them both a fond smile behind her.
“It’s not a date, Audrey. You know as well as I do that Jay wouldn’t be interested in me. He’s the star Tourney player and the co-captain of Swords and Shields, he could have literally anyone he wants.” Jane reached out a hand to touch Carlos’ arm, giving him a sympathetic look.
“He wants you, Carlos. Anyone can see that.” Carlos scoffed, and Jane used the hand on his arm to turn him towards the field. “Look at how he’s always hyper aware of where you are. And that dopey grin as soon as he spots you, like everything’s fine because you’re here. He shows off for you when he knows your watching for pity’s sake!” Carlos frowned, but took note of the fact that Jane was at least partially correct. Jay’s entire demeanour changed as soon as he spotted him, going from seriously discussing something with Ben, Chad and Harry to waving at Carlos, the goofiest grin in place. Carlos couldn’t help but wave back, and was startled when Harry beamed at him and waved furiously as well, earning a small shove and a scowl from Jay. Audrey made a noise of interest, shifting against the railing to hip check Carlos, regaining his attention.
“What was that all about? Is Harry Hook into you?!” She looked a cross between scandalized and intrigued, and Jane perked up as she looked from Carlos to the foursome of boys standing on the field.
“According to Gil, Harry Hook wants me to wear his jersey at tomorrow’s game.” He held up the jersey, showing off the name and number and just barely catching the gleeful smirk Harry shot at Jay.
“What about poor Jay!?” Jane asked, her tone distraught as Audrey took the jersey to measure it against Carlos.
“Jay’s never asked me to wear his jersey, no.” Carlos stated teasingly, and Jane swatted at his arm with a frown. “Well it’s true! No one’s ever wanted me to even be seen with them in public before you agreed to go with me to cotillion, Jane.” The two girls made noises of sympathy, and Carlos waved them off with a scowl. “Stop that, ugh. Look, no one is flirting with me, no one actually wants me to wear their jersey, I’m pretty sure this is all some elaborate prank that I’m the butt of, because no one wants to date me. Okay?” His tone was sour, and he turned to slump against the rail as Audrey and Jane exchanged a look.
“Carlos…I know we tease you, but you have to know that you’re attractive. I mean, I had a crush on you, didn’t I?” Jane’s words were soft spoken, and Carlos glanced at the girl before giving a soft sigh.
“I don’t know why. I’m just…” he gestured to himself, and Audrey frowned.
“Just what, a total hottie? Apparently the guy all the bad boys want? Oh, my god, Carlos. They are literally fighting for your attention out there. Seriously. Turn your face around and actually look at the two idiots who are trying to get your attention.” Carlos let Audrey turn him, taking in how though the team appeared to be doing suicide drills (something Carlos 100% did not miss) Jay and Harry seemed to be in some sort of competition with each other, the two occasionally glancing towards the bleachers to see if Carlos was paying attention. Carlos wrinkled his nose, tilting his head slightly as Harry attempted to trip Jay, the ex-thief jumping over the extended foot and flipping the other off.
“Maybe they’re trying to impress one of you.” He offered, eyes following as the two continued their run, the rest of the team trailing behind some, before returning his attention to the girls. “Maybe they’re trying to impress…hum. Ben.” Audrey snorted, giving him a delicate shove as the Coach blew his whistle, calling the team in.
“Oh, they’re coming over here.” Jane grinned as Carlos glanced back towards the two, brow furrowed as they made their way over.
“Hey, C! You guys not doing cheer practice today?” Jay barely spared a look at either girl, leaning against the railing that separated the bleachers from the players benches.
“No, there was a bake sale interference so I’m just going to run some laps while I wait for you today. Hi, Harry.” Harry grinned, half draping himself over Jay as his gaze focused in on the jersey still in Carlos’ hands.
“Carlos. Gil said he gave you my jersey and you said you’d think about wearing it.” Carlos gave a small nod, and Harry leant forward some, grin widening. “Have you thought about it? It would make me very happy to have you cheering for me during the game.” Jay scowled, reaching to snatch the jersey from Carlos’ hands to shove back at the ex-pirate angrily.
“It he wears anyone’s jersey it’ll be mine, right C?” Carlos gaped at the two, and Jay turned back to look at him, a worried look on his face. “Carlos? You wouldn’t wear his jersey over mine, right? He’s been nothing but a jerk to you our whole lives!” Beside Carlos, Jane frowned, shifting awkwardly as she raised her hand to catch their attention.
“From what I’ve been told, you also were a jerk to Carlos for a long time. You changed, whose to say Harry can’t?” She recoiled slightly at the dark look Jay sent her, and squeaked outright when Harry clapped a hand on her arm, positively glowing at her comment.
“Yeah, Jay! You changed, who says I can’t change? I never stole his books, unlike someone.” Jay scowled, reaching to give Harry a shove before turning pleading eyes to Carlos, who simply stood between the two girls, head tilted curiously.
“I didn’t really know you then, that’s not fair. He use to try to push you under the barges when they came in! I always made sure you got onto them!” Carlos hummed, and Harry balked slightly at the accusation.
“Better than what Uma wanted me to do to him! I was protecting him best I could without raising suspicions!” The girls exchanged a concerned look as Harry shoved Jay back, the long haired teen growling as he raised a fist. Carlos leant over the rail, a frown darkening his expression as he grasped Jay’s fist in on hand, Harry’s shoulder in the other to prevent a full fledged fight from breaking out.
“Stop it. I’m not worth getting suspended from the team due to fighting over, idiots.” The words were spoken nearly whisper soft, and Jay dropped his hand immediately, ashamed of his actions. Harry let the tension leave his shoulders, biting his lower lip a moment before glancing towards where Ben stood, looking ready to intervene.
“I do like you, Carlos. You’re smart, and cute, and feisty. But-” he hesitated, wrinkling his nose slightly as though the words physically hurt him to say, “- I know that I can’t force you to do something you don’t want to do. Ben’s been very…adamant about that particular rule. And personal space.” He shrugged, taking a small step back from Jay, giving them both space without really moving away from Carlos. “I would like you to wear my jersey but I understand if you don’t want to. But I would like to try to be mates…if that’s agreeable. Until you’re comfortable with me, and might consider being together with me.” Jay glanced from Harry to Carlos, who had flushed slightly under the attention.
“And it’s not fair of me to just assume you’ll cheer me on, C. But I’d really like it if you did. I like you, I thought we had something but…was I wrong?” Carlos’ stomach dropped at the downtrodden expression on his best friends face, and he shifted awkwardly, unsure what to do.
“I…I don’t know what to do here. No one has ever shown an interest in me before? I…of course we have something Jay, you’re my best friend. And you’re incredibly attractive, like you don’t know that jerk.” He offered a shy smile as an idea came to him. “Couldn’t I cheer both of you on for this game? I was going to be cheering you on anyways, Jay, but Harry did ask me…” the two older teens exchanged a wordless look, silent for a long minute before both nodded, serious looks on their faces.
“That seems fair, and really the two of you can’t expect him to just pick one of you suddenly, the boy didn’t even know he had options until Jane and I pointed it out. So maybe give him a chance to figure it out?” Audrey’s tone was almost bored as she slung her pink and blue duffle over her shoulder, brow raised as she gestured for Jane to get her own bag. “Also, come on Carlos, we’ll go into the gymnasium and practice vaults, you’re clearly too much of a distraction for these two since Coach is coming over here now.” All eyes turned to where the coach was stalking across the field, and Jay chuckled nervously.
“Seems fair. I’ll come get you in the gym to go to Tiana’s after then?” Carlos nodded, and as the boys turned to head back out onto the field, the three remaining teens heard Harry hiss ‘you’re taking him on a date today? That’s cheating!’. Jane giggled, linking her arm with Carlos as the trio started towards the gym. Carlos paused halfway, letting out a loud groan as the two girls gave him a questioning look.
“Now I have to figure out how to wear both shirts!”
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.
Carlos hates sewing as Cruella made him sew her clothes non stop and punished him if he did it wrong, but he doesn’t mind knowing how to if his friends need it. So, every time something of Jay’s tears up or unsews, Carlos takes it upon himself to fix it. What Jay never notices is that every time Carlos gives him back something it’s slightly shorter on one sleeve and one half than the other. Carlos collects this little scrapes until he has enough to make a rag jacket out of it all, he wears it everywhere and calls it the “Jay jacket”.
When the baby comes around Jay’s clothes start looking more asymmetrical than a 2015 fashion week or than begginer drawn in eyebrows, and he doesn’t know why until he sees the baby wearing a rag onesie next to a smirking, coffee-drinking Carlos.
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- Mermaid!Harry X Captain!Uma AU
- Basically just Uma and Mal competing about who can embarrass each other more with embarrassing stories from their childhood.
- Auradon Prep is an extremely strict private school and the Isle is a school filled with troubled kids. The two schools are known to be enemies and constantly compete in sports, music, etc. After AP has an accident that burns down half their campus, the students are forced to go to the Isle until the damages are fixed. (Or, you know, the other way around.)
- The Auradon kids are pretty suprised when they find out that Jay plays the guitar
- Famous Celebrity!Carlos and Bodyguard!Jay where Carlos’s fans ship them together so much and the paparazzi always catch them on dates and stuff, but they always just make up these stupid excuses every time AU
- Chad tries to be a cute boyfriend and fills his dorm with a ton of flowers to surprise Doug, while forgetting that the boy has major allergies
- Everyone is so convinced that Uma and Mal just hate each other so much but they are actually secretly dating and constantly hook up whenever no one is watching
- A new sub in Auradon Prep makes it pretty clear about his view on the Isle children. They make a ton of rude comments and I’m pretty sure this is the eleventh time Jay has been sent to the office for literally just breathing.
Jay was eight when the strange man first shoved his hands down his pants and told him that “pretty boys didn’t struggle”.
Being pretty wasn’t new for him, but the sensation certainly was. His father had always prided himself on Jay’s looks. “No son of mine is gonna be a pussy, that’s for damn sure,” he’d tell Jay. “Don’t you wanna be dominant, Little Snake?”
And Jay did. Which was why he didn’t tell his father about the man or the groping hands or the hot, disgusting breath on his neck. He hadn’t been dominant there. He’d had no power. The young thief had used a scratchy rag to wipe himself down and limped home, swearing to himself that he’d never let his father see his weakness.
Jay was eleven when he was kissed for the first time. A real kiss, not just a peck on the cheek.
It was behind the school building late in the afternoon. One of the girls from his Weird Science Class had followed him outside, giggling, and when he turned to ask her why, she’d flung herself at him, pressing his back against the wall and shoving her tongue down his throat. Which was not what he told his dad.
“I kissed a girl today.”
“Was she rich?” Jafar had looked up from his stack of coins, eyeing Jay with a beady stare.
“I got this off of her.” The thief tossed his father a ring, who caught it, his eyes lighting up.
“You’ve finally found something you’re good at,” his father had laughed, wheezing slightly. “Hustling whores, hell, who would’ve thought?”
Jay was twelve when he got caught redhanded.
He’d been distracted, distracted by a boy across the marketplace who was trying to hide in the folds of his mother’s fur. The pair of hands that caught his wrist wasn’t distracted however and soon the rough voice of the stall woman erased the other boy from his memory.
“Boy,” hissed her voice. “You got away once, you didn’t think I’d be ready for you when you came back?”
The thief twisted his arm, his boots trying to find a shin, but he only found empty, rotting air. “Let me go,” he growled. His voice had started to deepen, but it was still caught somewhere between a man and a boy. He couldn’t lose his hands, he needed his hands to steal. If this woman took a knife to them, it was over. She might as well kill him.
“Hold still you little shit.”
“I need my hands.” Jay looked up at her, his mind racing.
“Well, I still need compensation.” It was hard to determine the woman’s age, the dirt from the island settling into all her features and aging them a hundred years.
“I can give you… a service.” Jafar’s son knew his cheeks were red, could already feel the red hot feeling in his chest and stomach that he would only later recognize as shame. His body was beautiful, yes, but it was tainted.
Jay was thirteen when he had sex willingly. That night, he hadn’t brought anything worthwhile home and the doors had been locked and his father indifferent. That night he’d found a pretty girl on the corner, slipped his hand under her shirt, and let her lead him to her place. She said she wanted him.
But when morning came, when he rolled over and began to leave, he knew the want was gone. He had work to do.
The thief stopped in the doorway, cursing quietly. “Hmm?”
“Are you gonna leave?”
The sun was already rising outside and he needed to get to the marketplace. Giving the half-asleep, naked girl in the bed a grin, he shrugged. “Babe, you know me. I never stick around long.”
“Will I see you again?”
He was lying.
Jay was fourteen when he finally kissed a boy.
One of the pirates down on the docks captured Jay’s lips with his own. The thief didn’t know his name, but he tasted like salt and hard cider and Jay was completely floored. They spent the night together, and for a few, shining hours, they were far away from the island and somewhere safe, somewhere he belonged, and the want was back but ten times stronger.
So this is what it feels like. Sleeping with a boy. Pops can’t know.
“Got a tip that you were making out with one of those pirates down at the docks.” It was the first thing Jafar said to him when he walked through the door.
“No - that wasn’t me.” Damn the stupid grapevine, damn the people his father talked to.
“Are you gay? Did you enjoy it? I bet your dick was twitching with excitement, wasn’t it? Did you sleep with him? Oh I bet you fucked the fucking daylights out of him, god dammit Jay!”
His father had slapped him before on occasion, or pushed him out of the house. But Jay was entirely unprepared for the punch that landed in his gut. Jafar was shouting in Arabic now, cursing, spitting, and for the first time in many, many years, the thief felt a spike of fear strike his spine.
And even when the black eye faded and he cut the stitches out, Jay swore he wouldn’t kiss another boy for as long as he lived.
Jay was fifteen when he finally realized he was in love.
It took him awhile, he had no way of recognizing it other than the heart palpitations and the blushes. But when the revelation hit, with the sun setting behind the shacks and ramshackle buildings as he watched the white-haired pup run home, the thief stopped in the middle of the road to catch his breath.
How could he have let this happen?
On this dirty, rotten, shithouse of an island. Jafar would murder the two of them, no doubt.
So thief didn’t dare to tell the other boy, not as long as he lived. How could he when he could still feel his father’s fist in his stomach and the slurs in his ears? But he loved the way he smiled, the way his eyes lit up, how the boy who trusted no one trusted him, and so he found a way to keep him close through shoulder touches and playful nudges and smiles.
Because he loved him.
Jay was still sixteen when Maleficent attacked. He didn’t mind being almost blown up, he could handle that. It was the other part. The part where she leered at him like those heathens in the marketplace, the part where she felt him up, where her hot breath had reminded him of a the first strange man years and years and years ago.
The hands were still following him.
He still had no power.
He was still subservient to everyone who wanted to touch his body, to all those that found it impossible to just stare and had to have a piece for themselves.
And that night, when all the other times came pouring back into his dreams, breaking the dam he built up so high during daylight hours, there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“Jay, holy shit, Jay, breathe. You gotta breath.” It was a familiar voice and a familiar chant. Carlos was sitting beside him, taking long, exaggerated breaths, guiding Jay’s short gasps. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe. His throat was closed and no oxygen was getting through. He was going to suffocate, he couldn’t breathe.
“Jay, follow me. Follow my breath. This will pass.”
“It was her,” the thief finally choked out. “She - they all touched me -”
Carlos nodded, listening. “Back on the island?”
“And tonight, her - she felt me up… Carlos.”
“I know, I know, just focus on steady breathing, match mine.” The freckled boy stayed right beside him, waiting for the best spell to pass to let Jay continue.
“They all… I’m so stupid… boys, Pops said boys should enjoy it.”
“But did you enjoy it?” Carlos’ voice was firm, but quiet.
“Then he was wrong. Just breathe, Jay. I’m here.”
And as the night wore out its welcome and the sun began to rise, Jay took a deep breath. The first he’d taken in many, many years.
Jay was seventeen when Carlos de Vil told him he loved him back. Not with words, but with a kiss. A kiss that turned into more kisses and hugs and maybe a few tears.
“Dammit Jay,” Carlos said over and over and over. “Dammit.”
And they held each other close that night, as if the other might slip away at first light. But they didn’t fade, they didn’t leave through a window or a door, and when the sun came through the window in the morning, their skin shone with gold and rose and blush.
Prompt: Person A is too short to reach the railings on the subway/bus, and all of the other poles are taken so they have to hold onto Person B instead.
Carlos is normally a very happy person, he didn’t have the best childhood growing up but he always tried to look past that and stay positive. There really wasn’t much he hated at all.
Besides the thick smell of cigarette smoke that reminded him too much of his mother, or when people wore real animal fur, there wasn’t much that bothered him.
But Carlos loathed the subway.
He hated the way it smelled like old socks and sweat, he hated how crowded it got, but most of all he hated how all the seats were taken and there was no more space on the poles to hold on to.
Annoyed, he started making his way to the throughout the car hoping to find an empty spot to stand in when, without warning the subway started moving and he was flung to the side, ramming into something solid.
Or rather someone solid, someone who very, very solid.
Utterly embarrassed he tries to pull away from the man he basically launched himself at, only to realize the other guy had wrapped his arm around his waist keeping him upright.
The other guy grinned at Carlos.
“I’m Jay.” He said, still grinning like a fool.
Carlos felt his face flush, “Carlos,” he mumbled. “Thanks for, uh, catching me”
A sudden turn has Carlos falling into Jay again, he grips at Jay’s jacket and mumbles out another apology.
Jay just laughed and held him tighter, “No problem, doesn’t look like there is any more room so you can just hold onto me until your stop.” Carlos watched as a smirk took over Jays face and his eyes started to twinkle.
“And I guess I’ll have to get your number before you leave, I mean since you already fell for me and all.” He winked
Carlos wasn’t aware a person’s face could reach the shade of red his did.
omg just saw you like descendants too! plwase write jaylos for "oh my god, just pet my hair already"
THIS WAS THE ASK I WAS BORN TO ANSWER
sorry it’s so short anon but this prompt (while beautiful bc i get to write carlos!!! getting his hair played with!!! what the fuck im so happy) wasn’t a whole lot to go off of BUT it’s fun and send me more jaylos i will write it all day
Jay feels so, so stupid. The movie is really loud and the others are looking at him and his shoulder is falling asleep and, Jesus, this was a dumb move. He knew exactly what was going to happen and here he is, suffering, just like he predicted.
Carlos snorts in his sleep and Evie suppresses a giggle. Jay looks at her sharply. “What? Something in the movie terribly funny?”
Evie raises an eyebrow at him. “You are so cute, thinking you can intimidate me,” she says. “No, not the movie. I’m more laughing at you suffering for love.”
All things considered, he’s lucky that he doesn’t blush, ever. Because if he were to, he’s pretty sure he’d be doing it now. “Bite me,” he replies, because he can’t really tell her she’s wrong. It seems like everyone knows by now that he’s in love with Carlos anyway. Well, except Carlos, who’s currently snoring away on his shoulder.
Anon asked: “Jaylos + please stay with me tonight??”
(alright idk what the timeline is on this or where it would fit into the canon but enjoy)
God, I hope I die quick.
Dying is better than this.
There weren’t enough blankets on the Isle to keep Carlos warm in the summer months, but now that the streets were iced over, he was damn near miserable. Every gust of wind hammered tiny needles into his cheeks and eyes, and Cruella’s son couldn’t feel his feet or his ears or his nose or his arms. He’d gone to the far side of the market place last night to get more of his mother’s favorite vodka but by the time he’d made it through the snow, the goblins had closed down the place for the night and then the storm had started up again and he’d been fighting his way back for what felt like days.
A little farther, a little farther, one more step, just one more step.
He had so much work to do at home, he’d wasted so much time, he was so behind schedule, and if walking home in a blizzard was painful, trying to get his arms and legs to work quickly and efficiently while frozen to the bone was pure torture.
Faster, please work, I need you to work, I need to get home. Mom will be back tomorrow and please, legs, move.
It wasn’t uncommon to freeze to death, and Carlos figured it might be nice to just sit down right in the middle of the street, to lay back in the snow, and just close his eyes. He could stay like that. Let the ice cover him up. And just rest. But before he could allow his legs to give out, a familiar yellow sign caught his eye. Their bridge hideout. It wouldn’t be warm, but it was out of the wind up there and if he was lucky, there might be a blanket or two. So Carlos forced his feet to change direction, stumbling slightly as another gust threatened to send him on his ass. Barely able to lift his arm to throw the rock, the freckled boy missed twice before finally getting the gate to clatter up.
One more stair, one more stair, one more stair, one more.
He kept repeating it until it was finally true and he was at last able to get out of the cold and the wet and the snow. Carlos wasn’t sure if those were frozen tears or icicles on his cheeks, he just sank down in a violently shaking huddle in the doorway.
“Who’s there?” A harsh voice cut through the silence, and if Carlos hadn’t already been trembling, he would’ve started until he realized who it was. “I’m fucking armed, tell me who you are!”
But Carlos’ lips couldn’t move and so he just sat there, shivering, waiting for Jay to find him and hoping he didn’t use whatever weapon he was threatening to.
“I’m not fucking around - holy shit, Carlos, what happened?” Warm arms were suddenly wrapped around his shaking body and helping him to his feet. “Alright, hey, hey, why the fuck were you out in that hellstorm? And how long?”
“S-since l-last n-night…,” Carlos croaked, his lips swollen and slow. “M-M-Mom, I w-w-was out-t of su-supplies. Sh-she c-comes b-back tomorrow… s-so m-many th-things t-t-to do.”
“Alright, that blows, I know.” Jay had busied himself wrapped Carlos in the thin blankets he’d been using a few minutes before, sitting him down on the couch. Even though it had split cushions and busted springs, it was still a couch, and Carlos felt his eyes water more. Villains weren’t supposed to show this kind of support, he knew that. He knew Jay could get into a lot of trouble it anyone found out. Even though the four of them had agreed to be an alliance, they were still evil and rotten and wicked and sure, they helped each other survive, but Jay could’ve just thrown the blankets at him and cleared out. He didn’t need to be… doing all of this.
“Dude, your lips are blue.” Jay looked concerned, feeling the freckled boy’s forehead. “You can’t catch a fever, okay, you can’t. There’s a really bad one going around, ‘Los, kids are dying. I saw them dragging that boy’s body down the street yesterday.”
Biting his healthy, pink lip, Jay sat down next to Carlos on the couch. “We gotta get you warm.”
“H-how?” Even to himself, his voice sounded pitiful. “S-so cold, J-Jay…”
All the sudden, Jay’s eyes got a wild look in them. “You trust me, right?”
Carlos just nodded, his eyes fluttering. All the sudden, something hot was pressed to his ice-cold lips and his eyes flew open and Jay was kissing him.
“Wha-” Carlos tried to pull away, but he was shivering so violently and Jay was so warm. “Ohhhh.”
Jay smiled some at the noise, kissing him, letting his hot tongue brush the icy lips of Cruella’s son. And if Carlos’ mind was frozen before, now it was melting, thawing out slowly as soft noises escaped his throat. He didn’t know what Jay was doing exactly, but he liked it.
He’s just warming you up, this is just for warmth.
The heat spread from his lips to his groin and finally, he was able to move his legs just a bit, laying back on the couch as Jay kissed him.
Warmth, warmth, this is all for warmth.
Carlos’ skin was tingling, heat licking in his gut. And then his mind completely puddled and he stopped the chanting, stopped thinking. Coherent thoughts didn’t return until Jay was lifting up off him and smirking softly in the growing darkness, wind still howling outside the window.
“Yeah.” It came out of Carlos as a whisper.
Jay was turning to go, grabbing his beanie off the floor and wiping his face, which now glowed with a thin sheen of sweat.
The thief turned, his eyes meeting Carlos’, studying him. “Yeah?”
“Stay with me tonight. Please?”
With the faintest of nods, Jay returned, sitting beside him, Carlos curling his body into the older boy’s side.
Hey there, I have a Jaylos prompt...if you're willing to write smut that is. I was thinking wall sex because I love the idea of Carlos being smaller than Jay so he can be easily picked up <3
(Unfortunately, I don’t really write smut, but I tried to do the next best thing- if anyone wants to finish the smutty part, please go ahead!)
“Hey, Jay, catch.”
Jay glanced up as Ben approached him, eyes wide as the king half tossed the teen in his arms at Jay with a wide grin, one that only widened more as Jay scrambled to catch Carlos before he fell. Carlos beamed, wrapping his arms around Jay’s neck as the older teen stared sadly at the once full paper cup of coffee that now covered the ground, pouting at his loss of caffeine even as Carlos shifted his way to wrap his legs around the other teen as well.
“I was holding coffee, Benjamin Florian. How dare you.” Ben snorted, pulling his wallet from his back pocket to take out a five dollar bill, slipping it into Jay’s jacket pocket before patting the other teen on the arm.
“He’s had way too much chocolate and I don’t want him running around the library all night again. Do something with him.” Carlos gave Ben an offended look, half twisting to face him without removing himself from Jay, and Jay chuckled.
“I’m not a toddler, you know! And, also, your girlfriend’s the one who dared me to eat a five pound chocolate bar. So.” Ben rolled his eyes, and Jay shifted his hold on Carlos.
“Which is why I’m going to go reprimand her right now. If you’ll excuse me…” Waving the two off, Ben started towards the school, and Carlos gave a hum.
“He just wanted to see if you’d catch me, you know that right?” Jay frowned, letting his arms drop, and Carlos gave a yelp as his legs squeezed tighter around Jay’s waist. “Hey! Come on, I bet you can’t carry me all the way to the dorm room.” Jay rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms back around Carlos before starting off, his stride only slowed a little by the extra weight. Carlos nuzzled his nose against the soft skin just under Jay’s ear, gentle puffs of air causing a shiver to run down Jay’s spine as he walked, and he adjusted his arms around the smaller teen, arms hooked under Carlos’ ass to keep him from sliding as they made their way into the school.
“You are really making this an awkward walk, C.” Jay’s words were quiet as they passed a group of girls who stopped and giggled at them, and Carlos gave a little wiggle as he snickered into Jay’s neck.
“Awkward in the pants?” He teased, and Jay let out a groan.
“I hate you so very, very much right now.” Carlos shifted slightly, pressing himself more against Jay as he brought his mouth to the older boys ear, his smirk almost audible in his words.
“Oh no, whatever will I do to gain back your favor?” Jay’s foot slipped as he misstepped on the stairs leading to the dorm room, letting out a soft curse as he reached one hand out to grasp the rail to keep them from toppling down the stairs.
“Fuck, okay, you need to stop until we get back to the room, Carlos.” Carlos let out a soft whine, pressing his face into Jay’s neck again as they reached the top of the stairs and turned down the hall.
“Ben did tell you to do something with me…” Carlos’ breathy words caused Jay to swallow harshly as he reached the door to their room, unlocking it with steady hands before pushing the door open, closing it and locking it in one motion with Carlos still clung to him before pressing the younger teen to the door, pressing a hard kiss to his mouth as he let out a groan.
“I’m gunna do something with you alright.” Jay growled, hands roaming down Carlos’ body as he kissed down his jaw and neck. “Remember Diego’s going away Howler? All over again, except now you’ll have to think of an excuse for Tourney.” Carlos whined, hands gripping at Jay’s hair as he let his head drop back against the door with a dull thud. Jay’s hips rolling against Carlos’ own as Carlos panted in his ear, letting out a soft moan as he tightened his fingers in Jay’s hair enough to pull the other boy’s head towards him, nipping at his lower lip before grinning wide.
“I’ll have to make it a good one. I think Chad’s starting to get suspicious.”
Summary: superpowers!au: Telepathic!Carlos is starting his first day at Auradon Prep to better control his powers. He’s usually pretty good at tuning out the voices in his head, but as he walks around campus, all he hears is some guy (loudly) thinking of every naughty thing he wants to do to Carlos
Carlos tries to keep distance between himself and Jay for the rest of the tour. Not because he dislikes the pyrokinetic, but because he doesn’t know how to react to all of Jay’s physical affections. An arm around his shoulder, pulling his hand, ruffling his hair - all things that could be written off as Jay being simply overly friendly. But all the thoughts running through his head conveyed much less-innocent intentions.
“Can’t wait to get my hands all over you. Rip off your clothes and kiss your freckles, suck on your neck. Get you in my lap and feel you squirm against me, moaning in my ear as I pull your hair. Or maybe you’ll want to pull mine? I’ll let you do anything you want, baby boy.”
Even worse than the detailed thoughts was Carlos’ own reaction to them. Horrified and paralyzed at first, he couldn’t deny he was having some sort of…agreeing responses to Jay’s thoughts. He had never considered dating or, well fucking back on the island. He couldn’t risk it. The island was riddled with diseases and untrustworthy people who would instantly take advantage of someone in the midst of pleasure.
Jay’s thoughts were nothing new (and were rather innocent compared to the thoughts of some of the villains) but Carlos rarely imagined himself in such positions. The idea was not unappealing but it was still…frightening. Too new and vulnerable.
Normally, Carlos would block out the thoughts. It would be difficult with Jay so close and with his thoughts directed at Carlos, but he could at least try. But those touches on his arm and lower back, long fingers around his wrist, all of it left him so distracted and wound-up that Carlos could hardly control his own thoughts, let alone Jay’s.
Hiding on the other side of Evie as they walk helps a bit, keeps distance between himself and the non-stop porn narrator. “Want me to talk to him?” Her question is simple and calm, but Carlos can hear the underlying threat in her voice.
Carlos shakes his head. He appreciates Evie’s desire to protect him, but it wouldn’t help. “We don’t need you flying off the handle and breaking him.” He smiles a bit to show he’s teasing but Mal’s voice pops up from behind them.
“It’s been a while since Princess broke someone, I wouldn’t mind seeing it again.” She nudges Evie and smiles. No one comments at the blush on Evie’s face.
“Oh, this sounds like fun.” “Who’re we breaking, guys?”
Evie quirks a brow at Carlos, as if to double check that he does’t want their new tour guide broken, but smiles sweetly at Jay. “No one, hopefully. Where to next?”
Jay pouts in disappointment, but leans against Carlos again and his face brightens considerably. “We covered the gyms, the halls, the the training buildings…I think that’s all.”
“Thank Evil,” Mal sighs dramatically. “I need to go redecorate our room. Tear down some pink and put up some purple.” Evie clears her throat. “And some blue.”
“Which hall are you guys in?” The question is open to all of them, but he glances at Carlos. “Please say Elias, please say Elias.”
“We’re all in Elias.” Evie answers.
Carlos can hardly hear Jay’s voice over the cheering in his head. But he can certainly guess what the other is so happy about. “What a coincidence. So am I.” He throws his arm around Carlos again, pulling him tighter, fingers rubbing circles into his shoulder and making his breath hitch.
Evie glances between the two of them, warily watching Jay. “What floor?”
“We’re on the second. Carlos is on the first.”
“Ehh, I’ll make it work.” “Well let’s go.” Jay doesn’t remove his arm from Carlos’ shoulders as he walks. Carlos isn’t sure how he feels about it. Before meeting Mal and Evie, human contact was always something he wanted to avoid because his mother was the only person to ever put her hands on him. But Evie gave hugs and Mal was always nudging him. Jay’s actions are similar to theirs, Carlos notes. Not threatening, not hitting or painful. He’s friendly and warm. Definitely friendlier than either of the girls, but neither one of them wanted to screw him. Or, as Jay had thought earlier, “fuck him so hard, he’ll forget your own name.”
“I’m guessing you two are rooming together,” he nodded to the girls, “so who’s your roomie?”
Carlos had tried to stay quiet through the tour, worried of his own voice, but now he has to answer. “I…I don’t have one. No one needed a roommate.”
Mal scoffs. “More like everyone was too chicken to bunk with someone from the Isle.”
Evie shushes her. Only two days at Auradon Prep and she already hates being reminded that they’re not from here. But remembering their old lives on the island, Carlos doesn’t blame her. He’d prefer to forget they came from there too.
But Jay’s thoughts distract him again (really, everything about Jay is starting to distract him). “So I don’t need to worry about any roommate walking in once I’ve got you where I want you, baby boy. I don’t have to be quiet when I pin you to the mattress and have you screaming.”
Carlos wonders if his face will be stained red after spending the afternoon with Jay.
The name of the Rotten Four’s dorm room, Elias, is named after Walt Disney’s father.
Let me know what you think and if you have any ideas for this. Also message me if you have any Jaylos prompts or headcannons!
hey if any of y’all have got some fluffy fanfic prompts hit me up cause i’m gonna start writing fanfic soon (like mostly one-shots to start off with but we’ll see where it goes) also if there is a specific ship you want me to write about with a certain prompt i can try to make it work. i’ll be writing all my stuff on AO3 but i can post the links on here if requested :-)
@syncron554 asked: Jaylos prompt: Carlos finds out that he needs glasses, and Jay helps him buy a pair that Carlos thinks are dorky, (but Jay loves), and he ends up getting embarrassed about going to back to school wearing his dorky, nerdy glasses.
Aw, this one was a cute one :)
Here’s a little something along those lines! (established Jaylos, brief mention of anxiety)
“Come on, Carlos, it’s time - geez, dude, are you gonna make out with that book or something? Why’s it so damn close to your face?”
The freckled boy startled and his head snapped up, but his expression quickly softened once he realized it was Jay. “Hey, no, I’m not - it’s kinda hard to see out here, it’s so bright.”
The afternoon sunlight was incredibly brilliant that afternoon, even with the shade that was cast over the picnic table.
“What’re you reading?” Jay slid onto the bench beside his boyfriend, setting his lunch tray down.
“A really good book.” It was clear Carlos was already being drawn back into the pages.
“Hey guys.” Doug joined them at the table, his friendly smile quickly turning into a frown. “Woah, Carlos, can you see that book okay?”
“Huh?” Once again, the freckled boy was forced away from the words and back into reality. “Oh, hi Doug. Yeah, I can see just fine.”
Doug sat down across from Jay and Carlos, still looking a bit worried.
“He said he was fine,” Jay hissed. It came out harsher than he’d intended, but he couldn’t help it. Jay hated when people pitied Carlos. Carlos didn’t need pity, they’d agreed upon that a long time ago.
“Carlos,” Doug continued patiently. “Do you get headaches a lot?”
“I mean,” the white-haired boy screwed up his face. “Sometimes, yeah. But, that’s usually because of… something else.”
Jay threw an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders, knowing full well the other boy had meant his anxiety. Carlos didn’t like to talk about it much.
“Listen, I think you might need glasses.” Doug adjusted his own to look at the younger boy better. “I was in the second grade when I got mine, and they changed my life. You won’t have to hold the book so close or get those headaches from straining so badly.”
“Glasses?” Carlos’ voice went quiet, and he glanced over at Jay, as if willing him to deny it, to say that he didn’t need them. Jay didn’t know what to think. It was true, Carlos had spent most of his life reading by candlelight or even in the dark all together, and the island hadn’t offered vision help, not like Auradon.
“I dunno, ‘Los.” Jay bit his lip, frowning. “Maybe he’s right. I’ll go with you, okay? We’ll just see.” He cracked up at his own joke, shaking his head. “See? Because… you can’t… too soon?”
“Poor taste.” Carlos shook his head in mock disappointment. “That was tacky, you can do better.”
“No! No, no! Jay these make me look so dorky! Everyone already thinks I’m a total weirdo.”
Jay was standing behind Carlos, smiling at the other as he tried on different pairs of reading glasses. “I think you look hot.”
Carlos’ cheeks flushed. He was never one to turn down something that Jay thought was hot, but that didn’t stop him from fiddling with the pair in his hands. “Jay…”
“‘Los, would I let you go out looking like a dork?”
The freckled boy glared at him. “You let me straighten my hair for months!”
The thief snorted. “Oh, yeah. Well, that was different. We were - letting you experiment.”
“I’m serious, Carlos.” Jay walked closer to put his hands carefully on the smaller boy’s shoulders. “I really, really like them. They make you look… smarter. Older.”
After another few moments of agitated silence, Carlos finally sighed. “Okay. Alright, fine. I do wanna see the words I’m reading, I guess.”
“And they’re just reading glasses,” the thief reminded him. “You’re not wearing them all the time, just while you read or do homework or work on your computer.”
“So all the time.” The freckled boy managed a wry smile. “And you’re sure they’re not too dorky?”
“Completely sure.” Jay planted a kiss in the other’s white curls. “After all, I’d hate for you to miss out on seeing my face in all its HD glory.”
“Shut up.” But Carlos was beaming all the way up to the register and didn’t even try to hide the glasses when they got home.
So i have a lot of homework to do over break. Can you write a Jaylos fic where Carlos is touring himself with school work and Jay tries to help him relax. Jay asks him on a date and Carlos says no but doesn't realize Jay was asking him out because he likes him not just because he was trying to get him to stop working.
Winter holidays were a weird thing.
On the Isle, there had been no holidays. No happy gatherings, no time off from school, and certainly no presents. Homework was a suggestion, more than a requisite task, and it never piled up- especially for Carlos de Vil, not-so-evil-but-still-a-genius of the Isle. He had been able to carefully manage schoolwork, Mal’s half-cocked schemes and his chores like a well balanced scale, never letting one thing tip the balance too much, and he had been damn good at it. He had assumed that going to Auradon would mean less stress; he didn’t have to worry about schemes and watching his back, about the mountain of never ending chores his mother would give him daily. He could focus on schoolwork and friends without having to stress about his life for a change.
He had assumed wrong.
Were he inclined to blame others for things in his life, his hectic schedule would have to be blamed on Jay’s need to stay active and Evie’s craving for acceptance from the royal masses. Jay had insisted that they both joined Tourney, and with Tourney’s off season came Swords and Shields. Carlos hadn’t been able to refuse Jay’s begging that he join as well- he knew it was Jay’s way of making sure he could defend himself should they ever be separated, and though Swords and Shields was easy enough for him, the only thing keeping him in Tourney had been Jay. Evie’s soft spoken plead for assistance with her newest clothing line was equally impossible to refuse, his nights running longer as the deadline for her first mock up’s drew nearer, Mal often disappearing into Lonnie’s room across the hall to avoid the sounds of sewing machines while she tried to sleep.
On top of all that, he had taken up three new classes just before winter break, technology courses that had him up all hours fiddling with parts Mr. Hawkins had slipped him on the fly after the last class of the semester. He hadn’t realized exactly how much he’d let pile up until Jane had knocked on his dormitory door, asking if he’d finished his share of the Oceanography project they had been grouped together for. He had apologized profusely, assuring the confused girl that he would have the research to her as soon as possible before diving into the pile of work awaiting him on his desk.
That had been three days ago, and Jay was growing concerned. He had made sure to bring food up from the cafeteria for the younger boy, forcing him to take a break long enough to eat every so often, and while he had tucked the teen into bed the past few nights, every morning he woke up to Carlos passed out on top of his notes. It was beginning to get ridiculous; while Jay knew that Carlos had a problem with taking on too many tasks to keep himself occupied, to tire himself to the point of dreamless, nightmare free sleep, he knew from the multiple health classes Fairy Godmother forced them to take (and hadn’t she been surprised during their ‘sex education ‘ talk to learn that sweet, innocent Carlos was the most crass of their foursome when it came to the topic) that what Carlos had been doing wasn’t healthy.
“Hey, C? Why don’t you take a break from all that work? I was, uh, thinking maybe you’d wanna go see a movie with me?” Carlos glanced up from his book, frowning slightly at Jay before returning his attention to his work.
“I need to get this done, Jay. Maybe ask the girls if they wanna go, I just have too much homework to do to hang out right now.” Jay frowned, moving to take the book from Carlos in an attempt to gain his attention.
“I was thinking more of a you and me alone thing…I’ll pay, we can get dinner first, catch my drift?” He gave the younger teen a hopeful look, and Carlos reached to take the book back, giving an exasperated sigh as he picked up his pen again.
“Later, Jay. Okay?” Jay gave a sigh, running his hand through his hair before turning to go to his bed, picking up his jacket.
“Okay. I’m reading you loud and clear, C. Forget I asked you out on a date, dude…I don’t want things to get awkward.” Pulling on his coat he left the room, shoulders slumped as Carlos made a noncommittal noise, scribbling furiously in his notebook for a moment before his head shot up, eyes wide.
“A date?” he stated, turning his head to look at the door Jay had disappeared through, processing the words before pushing himself away for his desk to take off out of the dorm room, rushing to catch up with Jay to grasp his arm, preventing him from going further down the hall.
“Dude, what’s wrong?” Jay frowned as he watched Carlos, waiting for him to catch his breath as they stood in the hallway.
“You want to go on a date with me?” It was half question half statement, and Jay gave a slow nod, brows furrowing in concern as Carlos gave him a baffled look. “And it’s not a joke? Or a trick?” Jay shook his head, reaching to take the smaller teen by his shoulders as he gave him a small smile.
“Carlos. I would never joke about asking you out. I thought you felt the same way, but if I was wrong…” Carlos shook his head, eyes wide as he grasped Jay’s arms tightly.
“No! No, that’s not-I never thought you would like me, Jay, I mean I’m just- no no, I do feel the same way I promise. Yes. I’d love to go to dinner and a movie with you.” Both teens beamed at each other, and Jay nodded towards the direction he’d been walking.
“You wanna come eat with me now and we can discuss details?” Carlos raised a brow, giving a small snort.
“A pre-date date?” He teased, and Jay laughed as he draped an arm over the younger teen’s shoulder, guiding him down the hall.
“I think our entire friendship up to this point has been a pre-date date, C.”