#deardescendants

MISTLETOE.

I’m tired as hell and work a 12 hour shift tomorrow, so y’all are gonna deal with an un-edited rough draft.

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Evie clutches a bundle of leaves in her hand as she stops in front of Mal’s locker. She holds them high over her head and steps closer to Mal. “Pucker up, M.”

Mal immediately does so because, weird situation or not, she’s never going to not kiss Evie. “What’re you doing?” She asks after she kisses Evie’s pretty red lips.

“It’s mistletoe.” Evie explains as she brings her hand back down. “If you’re caught underneath it with someone, you have to kiss them.”

“Really?” Carlos asks from the other side of Mal’s locker, where he is leaning against the wall. “Says who?”

Jay is right behind him. “Says Auradon. It’s tradition or whatever.” He looks at everyone’s curious expressions. “What? Chad told me about it.”

Evie grins and skips over to the boys, holding the mistletoe high between them.

“I’ve never heard of that.” Carlos says. “But if you say it’s tradition...” He laughs and leans his head back to give Jay a peck on the lips.

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“Hey pup.” Jay steps into their dorm room with his fist clenched tightly around some green leaves. They’re definitely not mistletoe, but Jay’s pretty sure Carlos won’t know the difference, especially with Jay’s height and Carlos’...lack of height.

“Hi Jay.” Carlos says back, not even looking up from his latest invention.

Jay clears his throat as he leans on the desk and Carlos looks up at him.

“More mistletoe?” Carlos teases as he eyes the leaves in Jay’s hand. “Okay, fine.” He rises from his seat, gives another chaste kiss and goes to sit back down.

But Jay follows him down, keeping their lips locked the whole time. “Ah, ah, ah.” Jay mumbles against Carlos’ lips. “You gotta make out the second time.”

Carlos, only escaping Jay’s lips when he puts his hands on Jay’s shoulder to keep him at bay, blinks up at him. “What?”

“The second time you’re caught under mistletoe with someone,” Jay explains as he removes Carlos’ hands from his shoulders, “you gotta make out with them. Not just a kiss.”

“Really?” Carlos tilts his head, but doesn’t pull away from Jay’s lips. “No one mentioned that earlier.”

“Cause that was just our first time.” Jay kneels down on the floor next to Carlos’ chair. “The second time, you gotta make out. It’s Auradon tradition.”

Carlos rolls his eyes, but smiles. “Well, if it’s tradition...”

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“You’re a damn vampire!” Carlos hisses as Jay’s teeth scrape over his Adam’s apple. “Or a...a...a leach!” His words soften as Jay melts against him. “Or a...” Carlos sighs as Jay’s tongue soothes his skin, “a...octopus?”

“It’s not my fault, C.” Jay grunts as he nips at Carlos’ skin, digs his teeth in a little harder. “It’s tradition.”

The not-mistletoe-but-Carlos-doesn’t-know-that lays crumpled at their feet. Jay’s boots have smashed it into the carpet, but that’s a small sacrifice to make to have Carlos pinned against the wall.

“What is?”

“Third time you’re under the mistletoe, you gotta give the other person a hickey.” Jay explains easily, like it’s obvious.

“How do you know so much about tradition?” Carlos’ voice is lower, deeper, and Jay knows Carlos will become putty in his hands if that sweet spot under his ear is attacked.

“Everyone in Auradon knows about them.” Jay says as he makes his way up Carlos’ throat. “Stay still.”

Jay’s lips meet the skin beneath Carlos’ ear and Carlos’ voice isn’t used for anymore words.

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Carlos shivers. Their room isn’t cold, not really, but it’s December outside. It’s not nearly as bad as it would get on the Isle, but it’s enough to give him goosebumps.

It doesn’t matter though because Jay is pressed against him immediately, bare chest touching Carlos’.

“The fourth time is just a shirtless make out?” Carlos mumbles as he winds his arms around Jay’s neck, selfishly taking as much warmth as he can.

“Chest action.” Jay says simply as he kisses Carlos’ jaw.

“Yeah, but I think that’s for a boy and girl.” Carlos drags his blunt nails down Jay’s spine and grins at how Jay shivers and arches into him.

Their mistletoe isn’t on the ground this time - Carlos had properly scolded Jay when he had to bust out the vaccuum to get the little leaflets out of the carpet - but is discarded onto the desk somewhere. Now that Jay’s hands are free, he’s all over Carlos’ sides and back and even his ass.

“If you think your lack of tits is gonna keep me from having my fun,” Jay ducks down to kiss at Carlos’ chest, over scars and freckles alike, “you don’t know how hot you are.”

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As soon as the water shuts off, there’s a series of harsh banging on the door.

Carlos scrambles out of the shower, reaching for a towel to wrap haphazardly around his waist because he doesn’t need Evie or Mal seeing anything they shouldn’t.

But it’s not the girls on the other side, it’s Jay. He’s leaning against the door frame with a grin.

“Need something?” Carlos asks dryly even if he is not.

Jay looks up and Carlos follows his gaze.

Mistletoe is taped to the top of the door, hanging above their heads.

Carlos’ skin flushes, and not from his warm water. “What happens the fifth time?”

Jay eyes Carlos’ up and down. He takes a step into the bathroom, where it’s warm and steam still clouds the mirror. “Take off that towel,” Jay says as he backs Carlos into the counter. “And I’ll show you.”

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For the record, Carlos knows the tradition of mistletoe. He knows how to utilize the library and the internet and the people who have actually lived in Auradon their whole lives.

Maybe he only got suspicious after the fourth time, but he’s not going to tell admit to anyone that he fell for it for so long.

He doesn’t need a reason to make out with Jay or leave marks or get oral or lay in his bed while Jay makes him see stars (because they’ve been caught under the mistletoe nine times now and the last time had Carlos so blissed out, he couldn’t leave the bed for the rest of the day), but he admits it’s all fun.

And if he tells Evie the whole story and she gets her own inspiration to use with Mal, then hey - Christmas joy all around!

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title: this right here (with you)

pairing: jay x carlos 

warnings: a few curse words

this was for yesterday’s prompt and i apologize for posting this a date late :) 

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“I don’t go to parties.”

“I am the goddamn party.”

Jay and Carlos spoke at the same time, staring at Evie who was holding out two invitations. She raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking back and forth between the two.

“Glad you’re on the same page,” she said wryly, handing Jay one of letters and Carlos the other. “It’s not being thrown by me - trust me, it would be a lot better if it was - but everyone is talking about it.”

“Oh, yeah!” Jay glanced over his invitation with a nod. “The guys on the team have been talking about it all week! Apparently it’s a pretty big rager.”

“Rager?” Carlos wrinkled up his nose. “Gross. No.”

“It’s alright,” Evie smiled at him. “You don’t have to go. I thought I’d just pass along the message.”

“Come on, Pup.” Jay ruffled his hair. “Just come for a little bit? Please? It’ll be way more fun with you there - I promise!”

Carlos wanted to say no. Carlos should say no. But Carlos had an unbelievable, indisputable, completely pathetic soft spot for Jay. So instead of shaking his head and promising to help him get ready, Carlos nodded.

“Alright, fine.”

Shit.

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The bass was shaking the ground at least thirty feet in front of the actual party venue. Evie looked perfectly festive in black leather boots and red dress; Jay had cleaned up nicely, and even Mal looked more presentable than usual.

Carlos pulled at his white sweater, furrowing his brows. God, why did he let Jay pressure him into coming? He’d so much rather be back in his room with Dude working or reading or… doing anything other than this.

“Come on,” Jay grinned. “I can smell the booze from here.”

Evie raised an eyebrow. “Make good choices.”

“When has he ever made a decent choice?” Mal shot back, earning herself a jab from Jay.

They walked towards Chad Charming’s house - an off campus living space purchased for him by none other than Cinderella and Kit of Charmington. Privately, Carlos thought it was ridiculous for their son to have a space all to himself; it only invited trouble. For a moment, he wondered how the boy managed to keep it all clean, but once he walked in, he realized that Chad just… didn’t.

Beer bottles, half strung lights, bags of chips, and boxes of pizza littered every surface. The walls and the floor and the furniture vibrated with the force of the music volume and there were people everywhere.

“Holy shit,” Carlos muttered under his breath, his feet stalling in the doorway just long enough for the party behind them to bump into him.

“Keep moving!” one of them barked, shoving past Carlos to make a beeline for the alcohol.

Carlos inched towards the corner. He’d always thought holiday parties consisted of hot chocolate and eggnog and soft music and presents, but apparently, those were too calm. The entire school preferred this… rager.

“The island parties are still better,” Mal shouted at him over the music. “But this is at least passable.”

Carlos only shrugged, inching closer to the corner where - hopefully - no one could step on him or bump him or run him over.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an orange cat slink along the wall and up the stairs. Finally. Something worth coming to the party. Carlos followed the cat, looking around to see if anyone would yell at him for venturing upstairs. Luckily, everyone else seemed to be pretty wasted.

“Hi, there,” Carlos said gently when he reached the top, noticing the cat standing at the end of the hallway. “What’s your name?”

He stepped closer - slowly, so he wouldn’t frighten it. The cat seemed wary, but not terrified, and after a few moments, it allowed Carlos to sit nearby.

“Don’t like the party much either?” Carlos asked, reaching out to stroke the cat gently - making sure to avoid the negative spaces where cats didn’t like to be touched. “That’s alright. Me neither. It’s way too loud, right? Too many people?”

In response, the cat purred a bit. Deciding that Carlos’ touch was acceptable, it moved closer, running up against his knee. Carlos smiled for the first time all evening. His cat Beezlebub used to do the same thing.

“You know,” he laughed softly. “I had a cat once. I loved her. Her name was Bee, and I miss her every single day. She wasn’t orange, like you, but she was pretty.”

He let himself remember Bee for a moment; she had been his one source of comfort on the island… sort of like how this cat was his one source of comfort at this party.

“I wouldn’t even be at this party if it weren’t for him,” Carlos told the cat with a grimace. “Honestly, feelings are so overrated. They make you do stupid things like agree to go to stupid parties.”

The cat meowed, as if in understanding.

“Yeah, exactly.” Carlos nodded. “He’s gonna be shitfaced by the end of the night and probably take off with some other girl. It’s gonna be an absolute blast. I don’t advise you to ever develop a crush.”

“You have a crush?”

Carlos whipped around, staring at Jay who had just come up the stairs. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

“Uh -” Jay blinked, pointing down the stairs. “From… down there. I was looking for you and someone said that they saw you go upstairs, and -” His gaze fell on the cat and understanding dawned in his eyes. “Oh, you found a friend.”

“The only good part of this party.” Carlos could feel his cheeks getting hotter by the second. “Uh - how much did you hear?”

“Just that your crush is here.” Jay was still grinning as he sat down next to him. On the whole, he didn’t look as drunk as Carlos would’ve expected. “Is that why you agreed to come?”

The irony wasn’t lost on Carlos, and if he weren’t too busy wishing the earth would swallow him whole, he might’ve laughed. “Uh - I don’t -”

“Come on,” Jay laughed. “I won’t tell anyone. Not even Mal. What’s he like?”

Carlos made a face. “Do we have to talk about this? Wouldn’t you rather go drink downstairs with everyone else?”

“No way!” Jay shook his head. “I can do that anytime. But I may never have the opportunity to sus out who your crush is.”

Carlos mimed zipping his lips. He hated that a tiny little part of him wanted to tell Jay who it was.

He’s up here. With you. Not at the party, his brain whispered unhelpfully. That means he at least cares about you.

“Look, ‘Los,” Jay said. “I get that parties aren’t your thing. You must really like the guy if you agreed to go.”

“Yeah, well,” Carlos mumbled, picking at a spot on the carpet. “He looks cute when he says please.”

Jay’s eyebrows rose and an evil grin spread across his face. “Hey, there’s one hint. Even though it’s pretty fucking useless since every Auradon prick’s first word was ‘please.’”

Taking a deep breath, Carlos gathered up his courage. “Who -” he cleared his throat, “Who ever said he was from Auradon?”

He watched as the information sank in. Jay’s face morphed from confused to understanding to stunning in a matter of seconds.

“Say something,” Carlos begged after a few seconds, wincing. “Look, we can pretend this never happened, alright? Or - or I’ll switch rooms! Or I’ll -”

“You could go out with me.”

Now it was Carlos’ turn to be stunned. He coughed for a few seconds, choking on his own air. “I - I don’t understand.”

“Go out with me,” Jay repeated steadily, staring right at him. “This Friday.”

“Why?”

“Because, you idiot,” Jay grinned. “Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe your feelings aren’t one-sided or whatever? I mean… I’m up here. Not at a party. With you. How much more obvious could I get?”

The butterflies in Carlos’ stomach started flapping madly, circling around each other and bumping right into his ribcage.

Jay likes me.

“Uh -” Carlos blushed, laughing a little. “Do we have to wait for Friday?”

Written for Day 10 of DearDescendants 12 Days of Holidays: Gifts

Harry Hook did not trust King Ben in the least, especially not when he showed up at Harry’s dorm room on Christmas Eve with a gift for him.

He eyed the packaging warily. It was a box wrapped in blue paper with gold crowns on it, with a giant gold bow on top. He knew it couldn’t be a trap. Ben wasn’t the kind of person to pull pranks. It was either something ghastly that Ben (wrongly) thought he would like, or it was something generic that he was giving to all of the villain kids. Something that meant nothing.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” Ben asked. The king seemed nervous, shifting on his feet and fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.

Harry raised an eyebrow and pulled the bow off the box, tossing it to the floor. He smirked as he caught Ben’s wince. If he’d been allowed to keep his hook, he would have torn the wrappings to shreds, but alas Fairy Godmother had confiscated that at the beginning of the school year. Too dangerous, she said.

Harry glanced at Ben again, noticing he was still looking at the discarded bow on the ground. Harry ripped into the paper, tossing the crumpled pieces onto the floor.

That got the king’s attention. Ben looked like he might cry. He gave Harry something like a smile, but it was forced, polite.

Harry was enjoying this. Perhaps a little too much. He almost didn’t want to open the present, preferring to see Ben squirm in anticipation.

“Are you sure it’s not a trick?” Harry asked, pausing.

“No trick. It’s a gift.”

“Is it edible?”

“No.”

“Aye, that’s good. Likely not poisoned.”

“Would you just open it already?” Ben’s face went bright red. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be impatient. It’s fine. Take your time.” His wide blue eyes told a different story.

Harry wriggled his finger into the slit in the bottom of the box. Slowly he pulled his finger across the tape. He grinned. “If you wanted me to open it so badly, perhaps you shoulda just given it to me without the box.”

Ben swallowed. “Gifts are meant to be wrapped, though.”

“Are they now? I ne’er wrapped any gifts for Uma or Gil. Maybe that’s an Auradon thing.” He shrugged, taking off the next piece of tape at an excruciatingly slow speed. He glanced up to see Ben biting his lip, his hands completely still.

Harry peeled off the last piece of tape and dropped the box.

Ben leapt for it, but Harry had already caught it. He smirked. “Dinna fash yerself,” Harry said, knowing full well Ben wouldn’t know what that meant.

Averting his eyes, Ben rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry, instinct. It’s not even fragile.”

“Oh, it’s not. Then I dinnae want it.” He handed it back to Ben.

Ben pushed it back into his hands. “I went through all the trouble of having this made for you. You’d better take it.”

Harry laughed, amused. He liked this side of Ben. It was simply too much fun to push his buttons, but Harry’s curiosity had peaked. Custom made, eh?

He pulled off the lid and unfolded the tissue paper. His jaw went slack, and he almost dropped the box again.

In the box sat a pair of red leather fingerless gloves with silver hooks emblazoned on the top of them. Wordlessly he picked one up and slid it onto his right hand. He held it up, admiring it in the light.

Ben was struggling to contain a smile. “The left glove is special,” he said. “Pick it up.”

Harry picked up the remaining glove and was surprised to find it was a little heavy. He felt inside of it, but there was nothing hiding in there. He gave Ben a puzzled look.

“It’s weighted. I know you haven’t been allowed to carry your hook around school because it’s a weapon. And Coach Jenkins has said you have potential for R.O.A.R. but you’re struggling with your balance. I had weights sewn into this glove to match the exact weight of your hook. It should help correct your balance.”

Harry could barely breathe. It felt like he was holding the world’s greatest treasure. Carefully he slid it onto his hand. He closed his eyes and imagined that his hook was there, and when he moved his hands, it really felt like it was.

He opened his eyes, shaking his head at Ben in wonder. “How? Why? You don’t even like me,” he sputtered.

I did it. I watched Descendants 3.

Yknow, I came to the Descendants fandom very late. Like, four months ago. But the movies, the characters, they captured my heart in a way only something really special can. I can't put into words how much Descendants means to me.

And controversial as you may think me, Mal is a very large part of that love. I love Mal, and I always will. Sometimes you stumble upon a character who just feels like... a piece of you. You meet them and go 'Oh. Where have you been all this time?' And they slot into your heart so perfectly, you know they were always meant to be with you. Mal makes me feel at home with myself. For that I will always be grateful, and I will never apologise.

D3 was amazing. Was it everything I wished and dreamed and hoped? Of course not. But nothing ever will be. I'm very, very happy with what we got, and very sad that it's over. The songs were bangin, the magic was fantastic, and the ending was wonderful.

I cried a lot. I'm sure we all did. Cameron's tribute was beautiful, short but sweet, and the message of the movie felt well aligned to his memory. It feels oddly like closure, in a way. I'll always be sad we lost him, but he's left behind an incredible legacy, within Descendants and in the outside world as well.

This is my official thank you to Descendants. It is not a goodbye; the end of the films does not mean the end of Descendants, and never the end of my love for it. Descendants, and my beloved Mal, have sparked something brilliantly new in my life. The last four months have been incredible, and if I live the rest of my days in this purple-hair phase, then I welcome it with open arms.

And idk about the rest of you, but I'm going to be embracing the message Descendants has been sending us since the beginning. We're stronger together, we change the world face to face, not behind barriers of fear.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Hook/Uma, Evie/Jay (Disney) Characters: Harry Hook, Uma (Disney), Jay (Disney), Evie (Disney) Summary:

harry, on multiple attempts, has tried to get a kiss from uma under the mistletoe. let's say he fails miserably at some but one day he succeeds.

Title: Let the Sparks Fly Relationship: Ben/Carlos De Vil, side of Mal/Evie, Harry/Uma, and Gil/Jane Additional Tags: Hogwarts AU, Christmas party, Getting back together, Fluff and angst Chapters: 1/3 Words: 3,687

Ben Florian comes from a long line of pureblood wizards, so he must keep his relationship with Carlos De Vil, a muggleborn wizard, a secret. When Ben's relationship with Carlos is threatened, he decides to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays and host a Christmas party. With luck, he can win Carlos back.

Written for DearDescendants’ 12 Days of Holidays, Day 7 - Holidays in Hogwarts

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Carlos De Vil walked back and forth past the spot on the wall three times with one thought on his mind. Give me a place where I can make out with my secret boyfriend.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jay/Carlos de Vil, Evie/Mal (Disney) Characters: Jay (Disney), Carlos de Vil, Mal (Disney), Evie (Disney), Ben (Disney: Descendants) Summary:

A snowstorm knocks out the power at Auradon Prep.