#superpowers!au

Fifth chapter for my latest Kaisoo fic~

Cleaning out my inbox today!

Part 3 of the superpowers!AU was posted over a year ago and I’ve been putting it off because I have no idea where I want the story to go :(

Thank you so much love!

In case anyone has not read mind-reader!Carlos, check it out here!

The superpowers!AU is a struggle because I began it randomly, kind of as a one shot. Then I considered making it into a full length fic, with a full plot to it. I wanted to do this AU and consider how the story changes now that characters have powers (that aren’t connected to magic) and if Jay was raised in Auradon and never knew the other three. But I truly suck at plotting.

Also, part 3 went the exact opposite of how I wanted it. I didn’t want Jay to learn about Carlos’ ability until waaaay later.

So, I like it and have fun with it, but if I ever come back to it, I’ll be re-writing it from the beginning.

Thanks love!

For anyone who is lost, this request is an AU of my AU, the latest installment can be read here: http://bunny-lou.tumblr.com/post/167205551737/i-need-more-mind-reader-carlos-ill-beg

In the Superpowers!AU, Carlos, Mal and Evie come from the Isle to learn how to better control their powers in Auradon, where they meet Jay. Carlos, who can read minds, is terribly flustered because Jay is constantly thinking about every dirty thing he would like to do to Carlos.

Enjoy!

“What do they want with Carlos? He can’t do anything.”

“Is he going to be out of place?”

“Maybe his name on the envelope was a mistake.”

Carlos shakes his head and follows along with the tour, paying more attention to Doug’s voice. He’s pretty good at keeping his friends out of his head, he’s had years of practice, but the worry radiating off of them was too much for Carlos to ignore.

Evil, if they ever found out Carlos could hear them, the three of them would die.

Evie is blasting her repressed feelings for Mal in her head, convinced she can find a prince to change her wicked lesbian ways while Mal is entirely oblivious, too focused on pleasing her mother. Carlos didn’t even need to look into her head to know that much. In fact, he didn’t really need to look into Evie’s either to realize her crush.

Jay was - Jay is - another story completely. His thoughts are tame while they’re at the school, distracted with shiny objects and short skirts, but his thoughts always came back to the same place.

“I wanna kiss him so fucking bad.”

“Carlos has to be gay. He has to be.”

“Give me five minutes in the bedroom and I will have you moaning so loud, the entire Isle will hear you.”

“Wanna fuck you against the wall, over a desk, want you to wrap your legs around my waist and shout.”

Oh dalmatians, it had become harder and harder to ignore Jay’s thoughts over the year with how close he likes to be to Carlos and how handsy he is. The fact that Jay had grown into less of a scrawny Isle kid and more of a fit, young man didn’t help either.

“And here is my office,” Fairy Godmother chirps as she sweeps them all into the room. “Please, make yourselves at home.” She dances around to sit in the chair behind her desk. “I have all of your files, I just wanted to check some of the information with you all. Let’s see, Jay?” Fairy Godmother looks up at him, “you’re pyrokenetic?”

“Yep,” a flame is born in the palm of his hand and Jay extinguishes it in a puff of smoke when he makes a fist.

“Any sort of training done on the Isle to control it?”

“Nope,” he pops his p, “just learnt to keep it under control myself.” Jay leans back against the door and his hair falls over his shoulders in a way that has Carlos itching to run his hands through it.

His action would be well received too, he’s sure of it. Jay’s never ending stream of detailed scenarios, most involving Carlos in his lap, were proof as well as Jay’s own physical affection.

But he can’t. Once Carlos puts his hands on Jay, he’s not going to want to stop. And once they’ve done every wicked thing Jay has ever thought about (though, that would take a while), Carlos would spill that he could hear Jay’s thoughts the entire time. And Mal’s. And Evie’s. Everyone’s.

His friends would all find out that Carlos has been hiding his ability for years and it was always to keep it from Cruella - if she ever found out, she would have used Carlos to no end.

Jay would know he’s been hiding it from them. From him.

Carlos closes his eyes. His secret is harder to keep in Auradon, where his entire purpose is learning to control the ability no one knows about. Maybe, just maybe, if the teachers were as nice as Ben said and if Carlos really kissed ass, he could get them to hold onto his secr-.

“Now, Carlos, you said in your registration that you’re telepathic?”

“What?” He asks at the same time the other three do, but Carlos doesn’t look at them. “What?”

“It says on your forms, the ones you filled out on the Isle,” Fairy Godmother peers up at him, “that you can read minds.”

This is an invasion of privacy. So is his power really, but Carlos ignores that. Is she allowed to read his information in front of others? She can’t be allowed to give his information out to everyone!

“No,” Mal shakes her head, “Carlos doesn’t have a-. I mean, he… Yeah. Yes,” she nods quickly and looks at Carlos, “yeah, he can definitely read thoughts. He does it all the time.”

Oh shit. Mal thinks he’s lying to Fairy Godmother and Auradon when in reality, Carlos is lying to her.

Well, too late to fix it now.

“Yeah, I can read minds.” He says with a nod. “That’s right.”

“Well, let’s see. What color am I thinking of?”

He knew the answer before she finished her question, but Carlos can’t seem too sure of himself. “Uhh, lavender?”

“Excellent! And how long have you been able to do this?”

She asks question after question and Carlos answers them all honestly while trying to look like he’s lying. He can’t risk glancing at his friends. Evie would lose her mind if anyone knew about her crush on Mal and Mal would hate him for being able to hear her constant self doubts.

And Jay…

Carlos doesn’t want to think about Jay right now.

Which is fine because Jay is thinking about him.

“He’s lying, right? Why would he say that on his forms? Why would he not tell us? Fuck, if Carlos could ever hear the shit I think, I’d never be able to look at him again. That would suck, I’d miss his freckles so much. And his eyes. And his mouth. Oh shit, hey Carlos, you can’t hear me right now, can you?”

Carlos has had years of practice not reacting to other people’s thoughts. It’s not hard to pretend Jay’s voice isn’t shouting in his head.

“You four are all done with me,” Fairy Godmother smiles. “You may go back to your dorms, get some rest. Classes are bright and early tomorrow!”

With that, they all turn out of her office and everyone exhales.

“Why would you say you’re telepathic?” Mal hisses at him and grabs his arm.

“You’re not, right?” Evie asks and her voice is so small, so shaky. “You can’t do anything.”

Carlos swallows. It would be so easy to lie to her, to wave away Evie’s worries as well as Mal and Jay’s. Carlos never thought he would be good at lying. The idea makes his chest tight.

Evie sounds scared, but more importantly, she sounds hurt. Betrayed. She sounds like she can’t possibly believe Carlos would ever lie to her.

When he turns to look at Jay and Mal and sees the same expressions on their faces, Carlos gulps. He can hear their concern from how long it has taken him to answer.

“No, he could never lie for so long.”

“There’s no way. He always said he couldn’t do anything.”

“Oh fuck I am so screwed.”

“I’m sorry,” Carlos chokes out and Mal’s grip on his arm disappears. “I couldn’t tell anyone on the Isle, I didn’t mean to lie for so long. I-I…”

Jay gasps. “You can hear what we think?”

“I tune it out!” Carlos promises and even that’s not fully a truth. “I always try to tune out voices, I never try to invade privacy.”

“So you’ve heard our thoughts and you never told us?” Evie’s face is one of pure agony and Carlos doesn’t know if he should reassure her that he doesn’t know her secret or if he should hug her and tell Evie to be with whom she loves.

Instead, he turns and runs.

I had no idea how to end this. Let your minds make up the rest! Do Jay, Evie and Mal forgive Carlos or are they forever hurt by his dishonesty?

Thank you so much love! That’s very kind, I love hearing from people who enjoy my stuff! :D

And your question is…an excellent question.

My superpowers/mind reader Au began over a year ago without a real plot in mind. I just wanted Jay to have very naughty thoughts and Carlos able to hear them.

I enjoy writing it and it always gets a lot of attention (I think all three parts have at least 100 notes), but I don’t have a whole plot in mind, so I don’t know where to take it. Mal, Evie and Carlos are all in Auradon with the intention of stealing the wand and I can’t figure out how that plays into everything. In this universe, everyone has powers, Jay’s not a part of their group, Carlos can hear all the other characters, so quite a few things are different.

Plus, Jay was not supposed to realize Carlos could read minds until waaaay later. I wanted to draw out the smut, but I couldn’t figure out a good way to end part 3. The entire point of this fic was for Jay to fluster Carlos without even trying to!

I also have several other pieces that need to be finished. I begin too many works at once.

Ultimately, yes, I would like for there to be a part 4 and 5 and 6 and so on of this story!

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

PART 1: http://bunny-lou.tumblr.com/post/157678764172/id-love-if-you-wrote-something-about-the

Part 2: http://bunny-lou.tumblr.com/post/158866168542/jaylos-superpowers-au-pt-2

No one likes to play with offspring of the people who tried to kill their parents, who would have guessed?

Carlos’ isn’t complaining at all - less people talking to him means he can focus more on tuning out their thoughts.

“I can’t believe I have history first class.”

“Why did I wear this for the first day?”

“That’s the girl whose mother tried to kill Queen Snow!”

Carlos snatches Evie’s arm and pulls her away from a set of girls who are glaring at her, not that she’s noticed it at all. “I hate that we’re being split up for evaluations,” he mumbles and tries to ignore the dirty looks from the girls.

“I know,” Evie pats his arm sweetly, “but we’ll all meet up for lunch.”

“And if anyone messes with you guys, let me know.” Mal stops, checks the number above her head. “Auditorium A. This is Carlos.”

He groans to himself, pulls away from Evie. “Okay, I can do this, right?”

“Here!” Evie unclasps her necklace, shoves it in his hands. “You can fiddle with this, help your nerves.”

Carlos grins, immediately twists the chain between his fingers and flicks the blue pendant. “Thanks E.”

“At least Evie will have a friend in pretty boy up there,” Mal tosses her head down the hall, towards Auditorium B, where Jay is standing outside next to a tall guy with sparkling eyes.

They’re far enough that Jay hasn’t noticed him and Carlos can’t pick up on his thoughts, but he feels a blush rising to his face anyways.

“Come on, Princess,” Mal grabs Evie’s hand, leads them down the hall.

“You’ll do great, Carlos! Just take deep breaths.”

“And if anyone fucks with you, remember their name and face!”

Carlos meekly waves as they retreat and steps into the room. The orientation doesn’t officially begin for another two minutes, so he picks a seat and twirls Evie’s necklace, trying not to grimace at the pain in his skull.

“…stop talking for once and…”

“…gonna suck so much if we’re in the same…”

“…should I tell him or wait for him to notice…”

“…physics II in the east wing, how can…”

“…sitting here? Hello? Yoo-hoo?”

Carlos jumps, follows the voice and looks up. “Huh?” He twists Evie’s necklace tighter, feels the metal grit together in his fingers.

There’s another student, a guy with taped glasses, who is looking down in confusion. “Is anyone sitting here?”

“No. It’s open.”

“Sweet.” The guy sets his backpack on the ground and slides into the seat next to Carlos. “I’m Doug.”

“Carlos.”

“…Deely is the worst, I can’t get stuck with him for two…”

“I haven’t seen you around before Carlos. Are you new?”

“…and dad to buy me another set of book covers…”

“Yep.”

“…save me a seat at lunch or I swear I’m never…”

“Where are you from?”

“…I forget my money? Crap, I’ll have to…”

“The Isle.”

Doug doesn’t say anything out loud, but Carlos can hear the “oh shit”.

Evie’s necklace is twisted and pulled until he can feel the metal straining to stay together. Carlos really hopes he won’t snap it as he continues to yank on the chain.

“Attention everyone, we’re set to begin orientation! I’m Fairy Godmother, I’ll be evaluating you all today, hopefully this will go by quickly! We’ll start…”

The woman’s voice drowns out in the thunder of thoughts, students cursing of boredom or focusing on their class schedules. It all rings through Carlos’ head. He never had this much trouble on the Isle, but then again he was never so close to other people on the Isle. Cruella kept him inside most of the time and she’s too far gone to formulate proper thoughts of her own.

It’s the stress, Carlos thinks to himself over the low rumble in his head. Being in a new place, new people. Being without Mal and Evie.

Doug nudges him and Carlos jumps. “Hey, uh, Carlos. They’re calling for you.”

He snaps his head up, Fairy Godmother is calling his name. “De Vil? Carlos De Vil?”

With a deep sigh, Carlos pushes himself out of his seat, moves toward the stage. The woman’s smile and chipper chattering helps to focus on her instead of the voices in his head.

“I can read minds,” Carlos says before she even opens her mouth. He wants to leave.Every student who went up on stage was allowed to leave, they would be free until lunch.

“How so?” She scribbles on her notepad.

“I…can hear their thoughts in my head.”

He didn’t pay attention to the students who went up before him, but surely they did more than just talk to Fairy Godmother. Carlos could hear ohhs and awws with his head down, each student showcasing their abilities on the stage.

The students seated are focused in on him. It’s terrible.

“What’s he doing?”

“Maybe he can’t do anything, poor kid.”

“He’s one of the Isle kids Ben brought over.”

“Yeah, I am,” Carlos responds to what Fairy Godmother didn’t say as he spins the pendant in his fingers. He wonders how many students can hear them from the up here. “One of the Isle kids, I mean.”

Fairy Godmother is silent. Did she not believe he could read her mind?

“538,” Carlos answers before she can ask. “The number you were thinking of was 538. Can I please leave now?”

“Well I need to ask you some questions.”

“I don’t have to try, I just hear thoughts randomly. It started when I was a kid, like 5 maybe.” Carlos pauses, watches the shock settle over her face. “No, I can’t fully control it. Sometimes I can block it out and sometimes I can’t.”

She blinks. “Okay, well, you’ll probably be in smaller class sizes. Professor Belle will be with you for-.”

“Great, thanks.” Carlos turns on his heel, heads for the doors. He can hear the murmur of students, their confusion, their curiosity. They probably heard everything and he’s too stressed out to care.

He’s also too stressed out to pay attention to where he’s going because the next thing Carlos knows, he’s out of the auditorium and walking into a solid body in the halls.

Arms encircle him and the laughter vibrate through the broad chest. “Hey baby boy.”

Crap.

“Carlos!” Evie chrips, grabs his arm, pulls him toward her. “How was it?”

He places his hand on hers, squeezes until she’s squeezing back. “Loud.”

“We’ll go outside,” Evie whispers, “come on.” She drags him down the hall and through another door. Her movements are hurried but her head is silent and Carlos can feel himself relax in the peace.

Jay, on the other hand, is following them and won’t stop talking. “Fuck. Is he okay? What happened? I know where the nurse’s station is, should I go get Baymax?”

“Shut up,” Carlos groans. He falls onto a bench with Evie sitting beside him, holding his hands. “For like, two seconds.”

“I…didn’t say anything?”

Evie rubs his shoulder and turns to Jay. “Carlos can hear other people’s thoughts. You need to clear your head or go away. Please.”

There’s a frightened “oh shit” and then silence.

When Carlos raises his head, he expects to see Evie, still sitting beside him with a beautifully silent mind. But she’s not the only one he sees.

Jay hasn’t moved and is watching him, mouth hanging open and face impossibly red.