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meviesdust · 1 year

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gf who cant sleep alone without nightmares x night owl gf that holds them and strokes their hair til theyre asleep

#mevie #im a sucker for that shit #imagine your otp #ao3 #wlw #prompts #wlw prompts #gfs #my gfs #evie has the nightmares btw #the isle fucked her up #mal too but in different ways #descendants #descendants prompts #fluff #drabbles #fanfic #malvie

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goldengirlgalaxy · 4 months

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TL:DR: Danny forms a team of various kids from around the multiverse and they decide to screw around in the DC verse.

After perfecting his portal creation technique, Danny ended up developing a habit of exploring other dimensions and making friends with various other supernatural and/or hero children and teens. He regularly organizes meet ups so all of his friends at least know each other.

Eventually, Danny decides they need a place to hold their hangouts outside of the Ghost Zone, mainly because it's a bit dangerous and he doesn't want anyone becoming a resident any time soon. But no one really wants to have it in their own worlds, if just to avoid raising any questions on where they suddenly gained a sudden extra friend group, especially since not everyone is exactly open about their supernatural and/or heroic sides of their lives. So, Danny finds a different world where having such traits isn't uncommon and they can hopefully get away with hanging out.

He finds what appears to be the perfect world. There's people with powers so they won't be questioned if they accidentally do something inhuman and they have heroes to deal with any threats. Danny even managed to find a corrupt billionaire that Tucker managed to hack, swiping a couple thousand from his personal account for them to use. So, the group decides to hold their regular hangouts there. Sure, they occasionally get involved when various rogues decide to interrupt them, but what's the harm?

Meanwhile, the Justice League and their Dark counterpart are trying to figure out who these children are, where they came from, where do they go, and why their powers are so strange.

#dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #Feel free to choose your favorite fandoms to have as Danny's new buddies #Sam and Tucker are also there #It's one big friend group #They don't always hang out together so for a bit it seems like a bunch of unrelated children #Then one of them gets kidnapped (probably by the Joker) and every single one of these kids descends on the villain

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undertheredhood · 5 months

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jason todd falling in love with someone from the perspective of the other batfamily members has got to be the funniest thing ever, because he's not going to tell them anything about his personal life so easily, which is going to lead them to greatly misunderstand everything. so while jason’s giggling and kicking his feet while imagining his future wedding with his crush, his family is immediately calling john constantine to exorcise the demon that is clearly possessing him.

#dc comics #dc universe #dcu #batman #red hood #jason todd #jason peter todd #jason was never the angry robin #batfamily #batfam #jason once smiled at bruce and the entire family has descended into chaos trying to figure out what's wrong with him #tim has gone into extreme detective mode and has multiple theories #it’s either he’s possessed or he’s dying from a terminal disease so he’s finally getting his affairs in order #meanwhile jason asked out his crush and is meticulously planning his outfit for their date #hopeless romantic jason todd #it’s not that hard to figure out that jason’s in love but when the bats all come together their smartness just cancels out #they all share just a single braincell #jason todd prompt #jason todd headcanon #jason todd hc #this could be any of jason’s love interests btw #batfamily headcanons #batfam hcs #batfamily hcs #it’s all good because jason thinks it’s funny #jason started giggling while he was on the phone talking to someone and it was the most horrifying thing his siblings have ever seen #that’s the moment they find out that everything is fine and jason just has a crush #nobody ever wants to witness their sibling flirt #lovestruck jason todd #the gotham newspapers are entertaining everyone with the wayne family hijinks

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gtbutterfly · 7 days

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I've been reading this old GT book from like 1947, and I've developed severe "borrowers are the descendents of kidnapped lilliputians from Gullivers travels" brain rot

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Not an Atlantean

Since Clockwork informed him that his wail had evolved, Danny decided that he should try it. But he couldn't do it on land since he would destroy the whole place so he flew to a desolate place in the sea. He was sure that he could test it without destroying anything there.

When he finally decided to use it he noticed that his wail had sung to some sort of cry of suffering. Which wasn't much different from before but it made him sound like a wounded animal. Danny frowned wondering if that meant the old ghost with "Banshee".

To the citizens of Atlantis, Danny sounded like a wounded merman. But while some features fit right in as soon as they peeked out of the water (the fangs, the green eyes, and other features), they noticed that he had no tail...maybe he was only a descendant?

Arthur, excited to teach the human about his true ancestry, came out to congratulate him. The halfa was very confused when they led him to Atlantis. Noting that the boy could perfectly survive underwater, the citizens of Atlantis "confirmed" their suspicions. The boy was a descendant of their people, but how could they ask him without bringing back bad memories?

On his part, Danny was very confused, but everyone was extremely nice (he didn't notice that his ghostly features could easily be mistaken for another creature). Honestly, the halfa was more interested in asking how the stars looked like from the open sea.

After a while Danny noticed that something weird was going on (everyone was too shy??) and Arthur kept talking about letting him stay in the palace and learning directly from the King. Well, the halfa still didn't know where he was or what was exactly happening but seeing a King would surely help him when he was crowned so what could go wrong?

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writerofthewinds · 1 year

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Masterlist :

My global tumblr master list :

-Rules and fandoms I write for

-Upcoming projects

Masterlist updates as I go.

PJO master list :

Jason grace :

NSFW alphabet An NSFW alphabet full of sexual headcanons

Fluff Alphabet A fluff alphabet full of nonsexual headcanons about being his romantic partner

Forgotten Legacy A fanfic post-ToA where you're working together on an anthropology project

Your mouth is mine to do as I please A smut fic where a jealous jase decides to teach you to who your mouth belongs.

Jason grace with Arabic boyfriend Headcanons about him having an Arabic boyfriend!

Jason grace with a boyfriend with anger issues hc's

Somebody call the blonde! A fic I had the idea while writing the HCs about anger issues.

I thought I lost you A fic where the reader is a child of aurora with angst to fluff at the end

Percy Jackson :

NSFW alphabet An NSFW alphabet full of sexual headcanons

Fluff alphabet A fluff alphabet full of nonsexual headcanons about being his romantic partner

Will Solace :

NSFW alphabet

Descendants :

Ben Florian :

Random headcanons

Random headcanons part 2

The title with no hyperlinks means they still need to be published.

Grishaverse:

Nikolai Lantsov :

Fluff alphabet

NSFW alphabet

Last update: 15.04.2023

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izarnox · 1 year

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Gotham is cursed

we already know that, it's old it's strong and it's doesn't want to disappear, so it's clinge.

But it wasn't suppose to be a curse, it wasn't suppose to cause madness, it wasn't suppose to hurt (never hurt).

Gotham always have her knights (as fighters, healers, protecters, ect) since a long time ago. Trying to hold herself on, waiting for his return as she become more and more corrupted as time past without a sign of her little ghost

Gotham was once know as Amity Park. Phantom's haunt, whish goal was to keep family friends and dear ones close safe and content always welcome to rest.

It should have been on the ghost side of the world, but it was on the wrong one unstead. Left to rotten.

Still linked to the ghost zone as the King's haunt but not enought to filtered the surrounding ectoplasm without the King himself. (Creating small tears around the world)

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #the link between the haunt and the zone is one-sided #so small amount continu to leak into the living one #and nothing to clean it up #and slowly corrupted Amity forced to change her nature to not destroy herself #and thats how Gotham was created ladies and gentlemen!!#the wayne family are actualy Ellies descendants whish is why they are the knights #She is the King's clone the only things thats close enought to Dannys nature #wait a damn minute #where is Danny ?#ghost king danny #danny phantom #danny fenton #batfam #That's why Gotham don't let go of the Wayne family btw

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hannahhook7744 · 2 months

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Ides of March Meme;

#ides of march #my drawings skills are not great so take a meme instead #descendants prompt #descendants art prompt #descendants writing prompt #descendants 2 #disney descendants #disney descendants 2 #disney descendants au #evil chad charming au #ben descendants #etc

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radioactivepeasant · 1 year

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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

Featuring: Wind Waker and Gerudo translations from here

*"You...look different, little captain."

Ganondorf couldn't help cringing just a little. The guise of Princess Zelda ill-fitted the pirate.

"I can't see my face, but my arms are the wrong color. How bad is it?" Tetra demanded, "What did that ghost creep do with my sword?"

She truly did not understand who he was, then. What he represented. To her, Ganondorf was merely an antagonist she'd run across, but not a serious nemesis. It would have been insulting if it weren't so amusing.

"He has made you into the likeness of his departed daughter, your ancestor," Ganondorf said bluntly. "Anything that does not fit that role has likely been discarded."

Tetra was furious. "Dorta Hailiya voe!" she shrieked, "Sa'deva!"

In flawless Gerudo.

Ganondorf had not anticipated this. Who had taught the sailor's brat Gerudo? He was the last of his people, was he not? The dark lord drew back a step and pondered this unpleasant surprise. Perhaps the Sheikah still lived. After all the generations of Gerudo they'd killed in the days before his birth, Ganondorf wouldn't have been surprised if some of them picked up the language for espionage. That added insult to injury, then.

Ganondorf drew himself up to his full height and glared down at the would-be princess. "Who taught you those words?"

Still fuming, the child paced back and forth. After a moment, she ripped off the long gloves and threw them down to be trampled. "These are not my clothes," she growled, "this is not my skin. These are not my weapons. A'ni yaigeru'orq!"

I am of the Traveling Women.

Ganondorf knew where those words had come from. Could a descendant of his ancient enemies really share kin with his people? Was it possible that the blood of one of his many daughters flowed through the little pirate's veins? The sorcerer stroked his beard and frowned. Then, he decided that it couldn't hurt anything but the king of Hyrule to see how far the girl's knowledge went.

"A'ni Ganoendorf, de'shert Gerudo," he introduced himself, "I am Ganondorf, of the Desert People of the Spear."

This halted the girl in her tracks. She craned her neck to stare up at him. After a long few seconds, she stammered, "The- the desert? It's been underwater for-"

"Generations," Ganondorf finished. His frown deepened. "I survived. As did others of my clan, obviously, if these yaigeru'orq taught you to speak our words."

Tetra's eyes widened. "Whoa! How old are you?!" She didn't wait for an answer. "You're like, ancient! A vo'baani! Hey, Vo'baani, what's your deal with Link? Sure, he's kind of a goody two-shoes, but he's just a kid!"

She planted her fists on her hips. "You don't have to make things so rough for him all the time! He's got enough trouble with that dumb talking boat Hailiyadorf that keeps dragging him into hero business."

Ganondorf couldn't be certain, but he thought he felt his right eye twitch, just a little.

#fic prompts #writing prompts #free day thursday #legend of zelda #wind waker #wind waker ganondorf #tetra #wind waker tetra #gerudo tetra #gerudo #in which ganondorfs descendants are pirates because thats what the gerudo were in Majoras Mask #grandpadorf #Tetra is about to be the focus of a custody battle royale between Ganondorf and Daphnes Nohansen Hyrule #gerudo language #Link meanwhile has no idea any of this is going on #always hated how old king hyrule just forced Tetra to look like his daughter and stole her melanin #my art

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whump-queen · 1 year

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stuff that makes me feral

aka tropes that I will never get sick of writing ✨ [tw violence, blood, electricity, water torture]

the sound they make when you yank their head back

whumpees getting kicked. kicked in the face. in the ribs. kicked into the ground.

the way they look when they’re yanked up after being nearly drowned for the fifth time— completely soaked and coughing furiously, water dripping from their hair and their face, doubled over and shivering against the cold tile—

stepontheirheadd

the way their muscles sieze up when they’re shocked. the way they go completely limp afterwards, still twitching.

put your fingers in their mouth

blood blood b̸̡̭̥̱̈́l̴̡̞̞̞̖̃̋ȯ̵̧̦̠̮͙̅͒͑͐o̵͖̝̜͂̑͒̀́d̴̠͈̮̫̂ ̸̡̱͇̜͈͐͊ḃ̴̨̻̟́ḷ̵̭͇͛̉̆o̷̻̳͔̭͌̎͑͋̂o̸��̗̄̉̍͘d̶̞͇̪̞̀̿̎ ̸̛̛̭̭̼̪̝́b̸̛̜̥̠̣̣̋̈́̿̅l̴̲̈́̈͐ó̶̧̞̩̮̈̐ͅo̸͕̒̆͂̀̇d̵̢̙̲͆͜͝͝ ̸̠̹̥̦̙̈̓̓̈̀b̵̖̥̓͂͋̊ͅl̸̨͔̲͈̏̂̋̆͜o̵̥͈̺̾̅ͅo̷̢̪͊̂d̴̹̰̄́͗̍

#shit i’ve descended into lizard brain again #whump inspo #whump prompts #dirt brain thoughts #just things im thinking about too much today #i’m captivated by blood 24/7 #fictionally guys dw #it’s aaaalll ffictiionalllll :))))#tw blood #tw electricity #blood #electricity #violence #water torture

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fields-of-elation · 6 months

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"Descending" is one of the songs I don't listen to that often but I just did and it kicked me in the shin.

To me, this song appears to be about being too far gone to be helped (and in Vessel's case, having turned to Sleep when everybody was not paying attention).

Sort of a "post-mortem" cry of help. People suddenly coming back when it's too late even though help has been asked for before.

"You come crawling back to me / But I'm already underground / And we all know that talk is cheap / So come on and save me now"

The last line in this paragraph almost sounds spiteful, sarcastic. They weren't here, maybe they can help now that it's too late anyway, which the next part of the chorus reinforces:

"And you wonder what I believe /But you don't wanna be around /So what would you do for me? / Yeah, what would you do for me?"

Asking "what would you do for me" twice to reinforce what in fact those people would do to help anyway? Talk is cheap, where is the action? They don't wanna be around anyway.

Okay and finally, the pre-chorus which made my inner third eye open:

"And I won't let you fall / I've been left no choice/ Don't you see that?"

Going back to Vessel, he has been left no choice but to turn to Sleep to deal with whatever pain he is dealing with. The "I won't let you fall" is sort of ambiguous to me. It could be Sleep, it could be Vessel talk to the third person in that context. Or, the entire pre-chorus is Sleep talking to Vessel that they had no choice but to do what they did.

Those are my two cents on that song which made me appreciate a whole lot more, feel free to add your thoughts!

#the lyrics hit so close to home that i almost cried today #sleep token #descending #like and subscribe for more randomly prompted song analysis...es...?#gabe talks

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meviesdust · 1 year

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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

#god its them #core four #rotten four #malvie #mevie #descendants #descendants prompts #found family #fluff #jaylos #meviejaylos #carlos de vil #jay #evie grimhilde #mal bertha

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creative-author · 3 months

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Guys, I found something on Pinterest today!

I scrolled through Pinterest (as you would if you are bored at work) and I stumbled across this outfit. I think it suits Audrey before D3.

It reminds me of some Outfits for a few games from the Descendants Franchise. What do you think?

Maybe someone can draw her wearing this? Please?

#artist #disney descendants #prompt #fan fiction #disney #descendants #Audrey #sarah jeffery #outfit #light colors #floral #fairy

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night-wilf · 1 year

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Writing prompt 96:

Poison Ivy learns her great great great grandfather still exists as a ghost in the mortal realm. A small unknown town with lots of paranormal activity.

Using this information to find her past, she goes in search of why she can control plant life so easily.

#undergrowth #undergrowth has a descendant #fan fic writing #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #writing #night wilf prompts #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #poison ivy

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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year

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I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Eden Robinson Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted / Jesse Burton The Miniaturist / Ron Hicks Stendhal Syndrome / Trista Mateer / Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure" / Ron Hicks Warmth of the Sun / Mitski I Will / unknown / Ron Hicks The Embrace / unknown

i. Eden Robinson Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted [ "You can put your strength down. I'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don't need to say anything. ]

ii. Jesse Burton The Miniaturist [ You are sunlight though a window, which I stand in, warmed. ]

iii. Ron Hicks Stendhal Syndrome [ A woman lovingly looks down at a man who's laying on her lap. They sit on a sill together. The woman is wearing a white dress and has a red jacket draped over her crossed legs. The man wears a business suit and has one foot over his knee. ]

iv. Trista Mateer [ "In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch." ]

v. Louise Gluck Epithalamium [ "'Here is my hand,' he said. 'Here is my hand that will not harm you.'" ]

vi. Ron Hicks Warmth of the Sun [ A man and a woman lay in a field. The woman wears a white dress. The man has a white shirt and tan pants. The man leans over the woman's stomach, resting his head on his arm. They hold hands over her body. They look at each other lovingly. ]

vii. Mitski I Will [ I will wash your hair at night / And dry it off with care / I will see your body bare / And still I will live here ]

viii. [ A man and a woman sit in a field. They both wear dark clothing. The man's face is not visible. The woman looks over her shoulder towards the audience. ]

ix. Ron Hicks The Embrace [ A man and a woman kiss in front of a balcony. They both wear dark clothing. They cling to each other's bodies. Behind them, two birds press their beaks together. ]

x. [ "it gets better, i think. maybe just for a day. maybe just for a song. but there's something there to hold on to. ]

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telli1206 · 1 year

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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!

#My writing #ask prompt #descendants #jaylos #Carlos De Vil #jay son of jafar #jay descendants #carlos descendants

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