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First and final. (jaylos angst)

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rating: teen and up

warning: major character death, no happy ending

summary: Jay struggling in the aftermath of Carlos's death

first and final. - Chapter 1 - viarcham - Descendants (Disney Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

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(full work below)

It had never meant to end like this. As Jay stared down at the polished coffin, all he could think was that it wasn't meant to end like this. Not at 19, due to what the doctor had clinically lectured was ‘a sudden spike of abnormal electrical activity in the patient's brain.’ No matter how many times they would explain it to Jay, it would never make sense.

They had made it, away from the Isle: made it over countless miles, a fathomless sea and an impenetrable barrier, ran so far it no longer loomed over them like a death knell.

Jay had always thought that of the four of them, he would cross the final divide first; in his quietest moments, he had entertained childish fantasies of martyring himself in their pursuit of greatness-maybe his still warm corpse languished on the ground, the only thing that had stopped the bullet from driving into his allies’ side. Maybe Mal would declare him her greatest knight, while Evie mercifully drove the blade into his carotids, Carlos’s last desperate kiss bruising Jay’s lips, as Jay let himself sink into the welcoming grasp of oblivion.

Mal hadn't been able to stomach the funeral. Evie had scrubbed furiously at her shining eyes, then swiftly disappeared, her mascara and facade already replaced so perfectly that no outward sign of grief remained.

Jay didn't blame them.

Everyone had already left.

Despite the flood of remembrance cards that taunted Jay from his doorstop, there had been few attending the funeral. The weather had been too pleasant for the occasion, and Jay had watched as the beaming sun lowered and the mourners drifted away. Now, he was the only alive soul remaining. He hadn't been able to leave.

It was too mimetic of the way the world would keep on spinning without Carlos. The world would keep on spinning, and the boy Jay had once been intertwined with would keep on being 19, as time tore them further apart, and soon Jay would be 21, 22, 35, still reeling from the absence of his first ally, his first friend, his first love...his first and final everything, until Carlos was just a wispy shadow of a faint memory, fainter and fainter as time roared on, the ghost that jay knew would always haunt him.

Soon the boy would be nothing more than a tragic footnote in the history of Aurodan. Forgotten. Earlier that morning, Jay had opened his front door to yet another remembrance card. Gaudy saccharine kittens in bows danced along the card edge. It sickened Jay. Inside, it was stuffed with feeble, cloying blandishments that said ultimately nothing but left him even more numb.

Then it referenced ‘the three original Vks’ and Jay had promptly puked. What little breakfast he had kept down splattered all over the card and his front doorstep. Brownish orange. Dimly, as he continued to stand there, helpless, Jay had thought that Carlos would have detested its colour.

The same nausea clawed at his throat now as his eyes bored into the lacquered pine.

The funeral itself had been quiet: the shocked, detached, pall-like kind of silence that clung to its mourners. Jay hadn't been able to stop himself thinking that if Diego wasn't still trapped on the isle, maybe there would at least be a semblance of humanity. Even just a dirge. Anything to acknowledge the gaping hole left.

The coffin wood was cold and smooth and impersonal underneath Jay’s fingers. A flimsy shield.

Jay been able to shield him from gunfights, bullies- heck even Carlos’s own psycho of a mother- but had been passively unaware of that tiny, almost insubstantial electrical signal. Maybe if they had been together, Jay would have noticed something. Anything. Maybe was better than that cold certainty of a corpse.

Over a decade ago, he had pledged everything he was to give Carlos protection. Their splattered blood embodying the oath with a purposeful weight, the knife grip too oversized for younger Jay’s grasping fingers. Carlos’s small grin had electrified him. Jay then had known he would give his life to see it again. He still would now...more than anything. The corners of his mouth were involuntarily tugged up, but it didn't reach his glassy eyes.

All of Jay’s protection was rendered useless in the end.

Just another moment.

Just a bit longer.

If he stayed, he could force the world to mourn for another moment. Jay wouldn't have to face the blistering apathy of this world as his own universe laid, unresponsive and unreachable, inside the casket. Jay let his emotions fracture and engulf him in a suffocating chasm of grief.

It wasn't meant to end like this.

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(end of work authors notes: Hi. I went to a funeral this week, and decided the best way to process that was to write a fic that hurts descendants characters (and my beta writer, sorry darling <3) I have not seen rise of red yet so may not be totally canon accurate.

Please feel free to point out any grammatical errors I missed, and constructive criticism is will always be appreciated- and even if its just a keyboard smash or emoji or kudos on ao3 :))

Literally can’t believe Cameron Boyce is gone. Descendants 3 is going to mean so much more now!

I'm back into descendants so ✨poll time✨

I really struggled between Harry and Carlos ngl (I went for Harry). Feel free to tell me who you pick, or anyone I should have added <3

If the descendants fandom finds this then I might be posting more stuff, and there'll probably be a poll for the gals too

(I'm not including Dude or any of the parents, this is just for the kids)

HONESTLY, REAL.

On here is the only place I’ll admit it, cause I’ve said weirder on here, but the Descendants movies soundtracks are honestly a vibe to listen to sometimes.

It is a bit of a cringy movie series sometimes.. but some of the music IS pretty good imo

Is that chocolate?

Places on the Isle

Carlos De Vil Aesthetic

the VKs should not be as ok as they were, you can't tell me they don't have any trauma after growing up on a the trash heap that is the Isle.

Carlos: are you alright jay?

Jay: I keep getting this headache that comes and goes

Harry: hi guys

Jay: and there it is again

Carlos giving harry a parrot for his birthday that and the bird latter reveals Carlos's feelings towards him

Enjoy!

“Every good pirate needs a parrot,” Carlos had said as Harry first opened the cage. “I haven’t named her yet, I would let you do that. But I tried to train her to sit on my shoulder, like the pirates in the books always show.”

It had been a surprisingly sweet gift, one of Harry’s favorites along with polish for his hook from Gil and a whole weekend off of dish duty from Uma.

But honestly, Harry has no fucking clue how to care for this thing.

He names the parrot Teuta, one of the first female pirates that Uma has researched her entire life and talked Harry’s ear off about. If she knew the name of one of her idols was given to a bird, she might kick Harry off her crew, but he’s not all that imaginative.

So Teuta flaps around his room, cawing and nibbling the stale cracker Harry lays out for her while flipping through the little book Carlos left him. She can eat seeds and vegetables and bread. She needs a bowl large enough to bathe in. She ought to have her wings clipped every few weeks as to not let her fly away.

“Shrimpy! Shrimpy!” Teuta squawks. “Uma shrimpy!”

That was a cool thing about parrots, Harry knows. They can be trained to repeat things, send short messages if they hear a phrase often enough.

“Shut up, Gil! Shut up!”

It just so happened that Gil happened to piss off Uma during Harry’s birthday party and Teuta heard the whole fight.

Her repetition makes Harry laugh though, remembering how quickly Uma had snapped and kicked Gil out. “Good girl,” he coos and rubs her feathery head. “I’m gonna love having you around.”

Teuta nuzzles his hand. “Love Harry!” She chirps, her beak closing down on Harry’s finger. “Carlos love Harry!”

Harry tilts his head. “What…did you say?”

“Love Harry!” Teuta says again, hopping in his lap. “Carlos love Harry!”

Parrots are only trained to repeat what they hear, so someone has said those words to Teuta before. And, well, if she remembers them well enough to repeat, Teuta heard those words more than once.

Harry stops playing with her and stiffens. Carlos is the only person who has been with Teuta, she came directly from him.

“Teuta!” Harry calls, but the bird doesn’t know her own name yet. He grabs her and raises her, looking at her face. “Did Carlos say that?”

Silently and without blinking, Teuta tilts her head. “Carlos love Harry!”

He drops her without thinking about it, but she falls less than a foot into his lap and goes back to pecking at the zipper of one of his pockets.

“No, not now,” Harry chides her and places Teuta back into her cage, still with a lovely red bow on top. His face burns and his cheeks are red and his palms are sweaty, but Harry closes the door to her cage. “Wait here,” he commands her. “I’ve gotta go see Carlos.”

“Carlos love Harry!”

Ughh, I am so not made to write fluffy and happy Harlos.

Still, reblog if you enjoyed and put in a request of your own! I’ll try any pairing and prompt, but I do not take anonymous requests.

no offense but i'm going down with this ship and i'm taking y'all with me

click for better quality i guess ugh

jay: [gets down on one knee]

carlos: oh my god, oh fuck, it's finally happening-

jay: [ties his shoelaces]

carlos, tearing up: he finally stopped wearing fucking crocks!

evie: jay would throw himself in front of a moving car for you!

carlos: jay would throw himself in front of a moving car for fun.

evie: jay, you've lost a lot of blood! quick, what's your type?

jay: short, quiet, white hair. his name should start with "carlos" and end with "de vil".

evie: what? i mean your blood type!

jay: oh!

evie:

jay:

evie:

jay: ...red?

evie: why are you naked, carlos?

carlos: i'm- i'm out of clothes?

evie: [opens his closet]

evie: what do you mean? you have pants, shirts, hi jay, jackets...

jay, passing carlos a slip of paper: hey, can you read this for me?

carlos: uh... sure.

carlos, reading: i- i do?

jay: [suddenly in a suit, pulling out a ring]

mal, appearing from nowhere: mAN AND HUSBAND-

evie: [throwing flowers]

carlos: wha-

i will not ask you where you came from i will not ask you, neither should you

jay: do you know what's the name of the man we keep running into at the supermarket?

carlos: his dogs' names are sprinkles and boots.

jay: that's- that's not what i asked for.

carlos: that's the information i have.

Hey, could you make a Carlos DeVil x Male Reader (platonic)? The reader is Ben's father and Beast's husband (I'm going to completely ignore that Belle exists) and he kind of adopts Carlos, being a father figure and family that Carlos never had.

OMG YOU GUYS I feel so popular 😍 I love that I have the descendents fandom here rn, but this request, anon I don't even know who belle is, last I checked Ben has two amazing dads who take in Carlos and the story goes smth like this..

-FATHER FIGURE(S)-

Carlos DeVil x Bens Dad!Reader

Warnings: Nonee pure fluff (lmk if I'm wrong tho)

When Ben went to his fathers about letting VK'S into the isle, he never imagined that one of his dads would embrace it so much.

Y/N was the more calm and understanding one of the couple, so while Adam was worried and skeptical about letting them in. Y/N encouraged it, even convincing his husband to go with it.

While the beginning was rough, things slowly started to fall into place, and as Ben and Mals relationship bloomed, his dad Y/N was making one for himself.

When they first met properly it was an accident, Y/N was walking down the long halls of the palace to the library when a small talking dog suddenly ran into his legs.

"I am NOT taking a bath, I hate water, go back to being scared of me and leave me alone." The dog spoke, and Y/N chuckled. Picking up the same animal.

"Your not very good at running away if your just going to run into another person." He said, and the dog groaned at being captured. And after a spilt second, A head of white and black hair comes sprinting around the corner. Only to stop abruptly at the sight of one of the kings holding his pet.

Carlos bows his head, not really knowing what to do. "I-Im sorry your highness! I didn't mean to let him run loose in the castle, he slipped from my hands and-" Carlos was cut off by a laugh.

"You can look up, I'm not mad at all. I needed some entertainment to my boring day." Y/N smiles at the boy. "If I'm not mistaken, you are Carlos correct?"

His eyes widen at that, not expecting the king to address him so nicely. "Yeah, I am." Y/N smiles at that. "Well its nice to meet you, and your dog is..?"

Before Carlos can even answer the dog spoke for himself, "Its dude, and I am NOT taking a bath." Y/N laughs harder. "I'm afraid your wash is inevitable, but perhaps if Carlos is willing, it could be stalled?" He looks up at the teen.

"What do you mean?" Carlos asks.

"I was about to head down to the library, its my favourite place to relax. But it gets lonely as well. Would you care to join me?" Not expecting that answer, Carlos's eyes widened. He thought for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, it could be fun."

So the two walked to the library together, along with dude. Chatting about anything and everything.

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That was how it started, and they got closer. The attention of the adult that Carlos got was unlike anything he received. If wasn't the tight lipped smiles like the staff, or the manipulative love like his mother.

No.

Y/N cared. He had genuine interest in Carlos as a whole. He helped with school, teen drama, sports, advice, when he just needed to rant. Carlos could almost say he was like a dad to him.

But as their Visits became more frequent. His friends started to get curious. He doesn't know why but he didn't want to tell them of his relationship with one of the kings.

So any time they would ask, he would blush and mumble some random excuse. Making sure to bring dude with him and bolting out of the dorms.

But they were all to curious now, and one day was the final straw.

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Today sucked to put it lightly. Carlos spent all week studying for this test, and despite Y/N's advice he stayed up all night too, getting no sleep. And it was all just to fail.

And then during lunch he slipped and spilled mash potatoes and gravy all over himself.

But to top it all off, Chad was unrelenting in targeting him during practice. And it was to much.

On the brink of tears, Carlos storms into the dorm room to change.

The rest of the group was relaxing in the room waiting, looking at Jay to try and find answers to which he just shrugged.

When the over stimulated boy came back out of the bathroom the group immediately began to express their worries.

"What's wrong?" Evie asked.

"Did something happen?" Mal added.

"If you need to talk we are here you know?" Jay said, and the whole group nodded. But without a word Carlos ran out. And dude, knowing where he was going. Jumped out of bed to follow.

All of them being extremely worried for their friend. They followed as well.

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Y/N was going through some documents when his office doors were burst open. He opens his mouth to chastise the person when he looks up and sees the very distraught boy there. Panting with water eyes.

His eyebrows furrow with concern and he stands, immediately going to him. "Carlos? What's the matter?" Y/N asks, but instead of getting an answer, the teen hugs him tightly, and he cries.

The kings heart clenched at this. He embraces Carlos tightly while gently rubbing his back. "Shhh its alright, just breath."

Soon enough dude comes running in, immediately sitting at their feet, wanting to help comfort the boy as well.

What Y/N wasn't expecting was seeing his friends and even his son staring with wide eyes. But he shoots them a gently smile. One that promises an explanation later.

He makes eye contact with Ben, and as if they had a silent conversation. His son nods and softly closes the door to his office.

Turning his attention back to Carlos, he notices that the boy has calmed down. Unwrapping his arms to wipe his eyes.

"What's going on Carlos?" Y/N asks in a soft voice.

The teens sniffs, shaking his head and taking a deep breath. "Today really sucked and I-... I don't know if I'm cut out for this." He responds quietly.

Y/N smiled sadly. "Well, can I tell you a story?"

Confused, Carlos just nods. And the king took a deep breath before starting.

"You see, A long time ago, there was this boy. He grew up in a small town that had a very fixed mindset. But you see this boy didn't like to be stuck in that mindset. All the people viewed him as weird. His likes and dislikes were so uncommon that many would talk about him behind his back, or so they thought but he heard everything."

Closing his eyes he pauses, before continuing.

"It was like that for most of his life, until he finally found someone else who wasn't like the others, and while it took a lot of warming up. They eventually fell for each other. This other man cared about his interests and didn't reject them. He helped the boy grow and see more of what he liked. And the boy helped the other to become a better person. And just like any cheesy love story, they fell in love."

Y/N chuckles, but Carlos looks intrigued. "..but how is that supposed to help me?"

The adult looks eyes with him, voice as soft as it is serious. "Carlos, as long as you have people who love you for who you are, you can do anything you want. And I know for a fact you have a group right outside those doors that do."

The teen glances back at the doors, nodding softly. But he hesitates, looking back up at Y/N before sheepishly asking a question.

"what...what about you?"

The kings heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, and he smiled comfortingly. "Oh I thought it was quite obvious that I care about you."

He watches at Carlos's shoulders visibly relax, before he springs forward into a hug. Y/N laughs as he returns it.

"All always be here for you, your an amazing kid, and I know you'll do good in Auradon."

Carlos felt his heart swell. And he just hugs the man tighter, showing rather than saying how much this meant to him.

How nice it felt to have someone comfort him, not have a caring father figure.

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AWWWW WE LOVE A FLUFFY ENDING, but anyways I know I died for a while but I swear I'm going to get back on top of things. YOU SHALL NO LONGER BE STARVED OF FICS. But I hope this made your day dream more of a reality anon!! Let me know if there's anything I can do to improve, grab a snack, and happy reading to you goobers 👽