#gen: ot4

[thebluestbluewords]

Teeth are overrated anyway

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"Congrats." Mal says quietly. She does, in fact, know how to have some tact, sometimes. "Heard you made the team." 

Carlos rolls his head to the side so he can talk to something that's not the tightly curled space between his own knees. "I punched a kid so hard he threw up." he says softly. Like it's a confession. 

"And? I bet that fucker deserved it." 

"Not really."

In Mal’s expert opinion, they all deserve it. Every kid who shoulder checks them in the hall just because they're there, every girl who won't look at Evie while she crushes their test scores, everyone who comes to Mal when they want something and ices her out when they don't, they all deserve it. Every kid who's ever taken a sharpie to their doors to tell them how worthless they are, they deserve it tenfold, and if one of them took a punch to the gut while wearing practice armor, it's nothing compared to what Mal would do to them given half the chance. 

"I promise you, they really did," Mal says. "You punched one kid. I've punched how many now?" 

Carlos laughs. It's not funny.  "Fourteen." 

Right. Out of all the ways their families fucked them up, he got the obsessive kind of guilt tracking. Preventative evidence, because the adults who want them gone will totally listen to a timestamped, cross-referenced spreadsheet of all the times they've actually fucked up, instead of whatever imagined crimes they're actually going to get sent back over. The spreadsheet's very existence is incriminating, and it could be bad if it gets into the wrong hands, but anybody who's able to get into three layers of password-protected sub-folders deserves the hex they'll get for snooping, and will probably feel too guilty (hopefully) to use it properly against them anyway. It won’t matter. The adults who care about them won't be able to override the ones who fabricate crimes they didn't even do, and one spreadsheet, even with locked timestamps for every edit, won't do much against a royal word. 

Whatever. Everyone has their own coping mechanisms. 

"Fourteen," Mal echoes back. "That's a lot fucking more than one, and I'm still here." 

His head makes a solid noise against the wood. "You're different. People like you." 

Mal can't stop the scornful noise she makes at that one, but she can pick her next words wisely. 

Tread carefully, fearless leader. There's no coming back from this one. 

"I think," she says slowly, inching her way closer. "That you are severely overestimating how much people like me, fleabrain." 

Carlos makes a soft noise. He's listening, which is score one for Mal. 

"I'm not some perfect princess who never does anything wrong. Obviously." Fourteen classmates with black eyes and bloody noses. Fourteen people who won't speak ill of her crew again.  "I just keep trying, and I guess the Auradonians here are too stupid to realize that we're a bunch of lost causes. Their mistake, right?" 

"Right," Carlos whispers. "They're the ones who keep making mistakes." 

Hm. It's the right energy, but maybe not quite the right words.

"We deserve better than their scraps," Mal says, low and serious and warming to her cause now. "We deserve at least as much as they give their own stupid children, and if their noble-born brats can keep fucking up over and over, then we deserve at least as many chances as they get. We deserve our place here, and if they haven't kicked me out after punching fourteen people. they're sure as shit not going to kick you out over punching one." 

"Right." 

Mal can feel the heat of Carlos's body next to hers now, so close they could be touching. "Of course I'm right. And besides, why would they let you on the team if they're going to kick you off right after? It'd be a drain on their time and resources, and they're not gonna waste energy on us if they don't need to. You're stuck on that team whether you like it or not, dumbass." 

Carlos laughs. It's not exactly a happy sound, but it's closer than before. "I didn't want to join. I fuckin' hate organized sports." 

"Ah, like how I didn't want to join the equestrian club, and Evie dragged me to the meeting under false premises and wouldn't let me leave without petting a horse?" 

"Like that," he agrees, and finally tips his head onto Mal's shoulder. "I didn't want to do the second round of tryouts, but they're down a man since Aza broke his ankle, so Coach called everyone on the backup rotation in for a test scrimmage." 

"Let me guess, some shithead tried to pull shit because you're tiny, and you rage slammed him into the fuckin' dust?" 

Mal can feel the warm gust of his sigh on her neck this time, and it feels like what home must be for other people. "Yup. Pretty much." 

Weird. 

“I thought coach was all about controlling your power," Mal says, thinking out loud from a half-remembered conversation she’d had with Jay a few nights ago. “Guess he's some sort of filthy hypocrite who only means that for the big guys, huh." 

Carlos shakes his head. His hair is a soft, static-y mess that sticks to her cheek from the friction. She's going to be pulling handfuls out of her mouth later, but it's fine for now.  "Nah. He wants people who aren't afraid of full contact. Apparently he's playing some sort of psych-out game with one of the other teams, and he's pretty sure I'm unassuming enough that they'll never see it coming." 

"So he wants you to punch more people?" Mal asks incredulously. She may be bad at teams, and organized sports, and anything that involves running for more than a few minutes at a time, but a school-sanctioned chance to punch people might be worth making a stink about starting a girl's team over. "Sounds like a fuckin' sweet deal to me." 

“I—“ Carlos starts. 

Somebody pounds on the closet door, and his mouth snaps shut so fast Mal can hear the click. 

"Hey, if you two are done having a heart-to-heart in there, some of us wanna get to dinner on time!" Jay calls through the door. "Toss me out some shoes if you're skipping and I'll tell Verne you're both sick." 

Mal shoves open the door without waiting, and is rewarded with a satisfying 'oof' as the handle hits Jay in the stomach. "We were almost done, dumbass. You can't wait five minutes for us to strategize the best way for me to get in on this school-sanctioned hitting people shit?" 

Jay grins down at her, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Nope." he says brightly, popping the 'p'. "Dinner waits for no man, and I'm not missing out on bread just cause you two decided it was the right time to have a gossip sesh in my closet."

"Ow," Mal grumbles, unfolding herself from the floor. "Fuck you, who told you that gossip sesh was a word people actually use?" 

Jay steps back to let her out, still grinning infuriatingly. "Lonnie." 

Mal's going to sneak into that girl's room and dye all her clothes pink. 

No, she'd probably like that. Purple, then. An unflattering purple. One of those periwinkles that's so blue it doesn't deserve to share a name with the perfect purples that Mal herself wears. Perfect. 

"I'm going to make you both suffer," Mal informs him. "I'll dye all your clothes black." 

"Ooh, you think I'd look hot goth?" Jay shoots back, reaching past Mal to give Carlos a hand up. "Do your worst, killer. I already bribed your girlfriend. She said I'm her favorite model now." 

"You did not." 

"Did so." 

"Nobody bribed me with anything!" Evie calls from the boy's bathroom. "Jay's a better model than you because he knows how to hold still, M." 

"Nobody ever asks me to model," Carlos grumbles. Unlike Mal, he looks like he's comfortable standing upright, which is deeply unfair. "I'd be great at it." 

Evie sticks her head out of the bathroom. She's holding a hot curling wand to her hair, but her makeup is already on and impeccable for their teacher-student dinner tonight. "That's because you're already my favorite, baby. No matter how many people you've punched." 

Carlos flashes her a tiny, blink-and-you've-missed-it smile. It’s worth it. All the time in the world would be worth it to see that smile again. “Thanks, E." 

"Yeah, for nothing," Mal grumbles, twisting back and forth until her back pops. "What am I, moldy fish heads? I just spent half an hour twisted up in a closet, I want good girlfriend credit too." 

Evie laughs. "The fact that you call it girlfriend credit means you could never really stay in that closet, babe. You get all the girlfriend points." 

[khunspikesficrecs]

Title: sift through the ashes

Author: wretchedamaranth (@wretchedamaranth)

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Gen

Summary:

Someday, Pete would disappear. In death or on the run—out of Korn’s hands, out of his. But, for now, he was here. He leaned forward, gun at the ready. His jeans and t-shirt were far more suited to the job. Porsche had been stitched up in an outfit mimicking Kinn’s style—they shared the same tailor. Porsche took another drag. His limbs loosened from their vice-clench; a languid fog clouding his mind. Pete’s lips twitched—a frown, maybe. Porsche offered his cigarette. “Want some?” “I’m meant to be quitting,” Pete said. Which—of course. Vegas. But it wasn’t a no. Or—Porsche and Pete, caught in the space of one breath and the next.

[pokesil22-art]

And finally the last kid of the Ot4 au. He is Dean Starling, is a della x Drake. He looks cute and innocent but he is like a devil. He is a really good actor for his age.

[asksomakicro]

Time to give references for the other three like I said I would!

Toska - Child of Kid and Crona. A perfectly normal human child, except for their immense control over their soul wavelength, and the ability to manipulate the wavelength of others. Wishes they were a God of death like Kid, acts very high and mighty towards 'mortals'. Spends hours fixing hair into perfect symmetry.

Cassius - Child of Black Blood. No one is exactly sure how he came to be, other than he formed from a puddle of black blood. He's somewhat outcast, as Crona can't stand to be around him, particularly because he also has a affinity for snakes.

He gets grey and dull as he weakens, and will return to puddle form if exhausted. He's all round unsettling and unpleasant to be around.

Kami - Daughter of Maka and Kid. Unfortunately got saddled with 'your parents are amazing so you must be too' for most of her younger days. She is bookish, loves reading and studying, puts her all into Meister training. High anxiety, terrified by the supernatural, having an identity crisis which leads to some random fashion choices.

Cassius loves to torment her, which became a whole thing as they get older.

[attila-werther]

time to continue watching the bbc musketeers show, but this time we screenshot the costuming details

[smutoperator]

Imagine a porn movie where the plot is a reality show competition where people are competing to join a new idol group, but the competition isn't just about how talented they are, or how well they can perform, but also about how slutty they can be while doing it.

Which idols/groups would you cast for the movie?

I'd do a mix of Produce 101 + GP999 + Queendom + Brazzers House essentially, picking full groups and then separating them until I find 11 winners (or just rig the ones I want). There would be 2 GGs from 2nd gen (team mommys) trying to regain relevance, two from 3rd gen (team bimbos) vying for a last chance and 2 from 4th gen (team youngsters) trying to break through.

The groups would be

Kiss of Life

Nmixx

Bimboland Momoland and make it ot9 cause I want Yeonwoo back

CLC (with or without Yujin but preferably with)

T-Ara (ot4 or ot6 but preferably the latter)

Sistar

[fmabtarotzine]

When we cast the stars, the 𝖃𝖊𝖗𝖝𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕾𝖚𝖓 reveals . . .

☀️Guest Writer kalirush!

I've been writing fanfic for something like 30 years, but I've been writing FMA since 2011, when I discovered Brotherhood (and got into the manga thereafter). I wrote a fairly popular post-canon series called Ten Years On. I mostly write gen, worldbuilding, mild canon-compliant shippiness, or cracky OT4 fluff (Riza/Gracia/Maes/Roy).

Seek @kalirush!

[malkaleh]

I have an extensive Niklaren Goldeye backstory and also he is absolutely played by Siddig El Fadil. I think. Thoughts inspired by my friend @eidetictelekinetic excellent meta and also @lemonsharks just in general and @gen-is-gone now!

Extensive backstory:

For me he’s actually not a noble - I did write a whole fic in which he is the Emelan equivalent of Mizrahi Jewish (which might be Trader in part) whose family were killed in a pogrom because there was an outbreak of disease blamed on them (which makes him finding Sandry more Something).

And then he got taken into a brothel as a child until his magic exploded (which I imagine for a mage whose magic involves seeing the future was maybe not on Tris levels but it was a lot).

Which is part of why he (a) hates dirt and (b) never ever looks patronisingly at any of his adopted children.

Also he’s bisexual and honestly the teacher OT4 is real.

[lordsireno]

The trash OT4 next-gen kids shenanigans (The first picture order is Cai, Twoey, Clara and Roal).

Most is Clara and Cai because in this AU them being raised basically as twins does wonders for them. Clara grows to be more out-going and stand up for herself early on, and while Cai gets coddled and let's his sister take charge, it means he doesn't grow up into an anxious mess when leadership roles taking their toll.

And then there's Cletus inciting rivalry amongst the children, and Cai works smarter not harder

[johnica-weeks]

A week for Brian and Roger's canon pairings!

🗓 When? From Wednesday 12th to Sunday 16th April

🔍 Where? On Tumblr and AO3!

✨️ Tumblr hashtag: #BrianRogerShipsWeek23

📚 AO3 collection: Brian_RogerShipsWeek23

How? This event is open to all kind of content creators! Writing, fan-arts, video edits, meta and photo appreciation, moodboards, music covers...

RULES under the prompts!

Each day will be dedicated to a specific CANON pairing that involved Roger and Brian in a meaningful and official way in their real lives. This means no crack ships such as Queen x Queen, Queen x Roadie, Queen x OC, etc.*

Only Roger x Dominique/Debbie/Sarina and Brian x Chrissie/Anita!*

PROMPTS:

Day 1: Roger and Dominique (12th April)

Language barrier

Surprisingly powerful

Take me anywhere, I'll follow you

When I look and I find I still love you

Day 2: Brian and Chrissie (13th April)

Hair, hair, so much hair!

Opposites attract

Please, I really need you to hold me right now.

White Queen, how my heart did ache

Day 3: Roger and Debbie (14th April)

Under the sunshine

Growing family

Baby you got a fire in you

If I could only reach you, if I could make you smile

Day 4: Brian and Anita (15th April)

I love to do everything at your side.

You're really stubborn!

Vegetarian dinner

Baby I know what my poor heart needs

Day 5: Roger and Sarina (16th April)

This would be a great tattoo!

It's not a matter of age

Touring with Q+AL

Incredible how you can see right through me

RULES:

💕 *Poly ships are allowed as long as they include at least two people from the canon ships (random examples Roger x Dominique x Crystal OT3, Brian x Anita x Roger x Debbie OT4, Brian x Anita x OC OT3 etc.)

👑 Looking forward more crack ships that involve Brian and Roger or for Queen events without shipping? Soon there will be Poly Week > @queenpolyweek and Gen Weekend! So check out @queen-fandom-calendar for all related events!

💕 Genderbends are allowed, and any Alternative Universe as well! (A/B/O, different historical period, non famous, fantasy, Soulmates, etc!)

🔥 NSFW works ARE ALLOWED. Be careful to tag everything properly and do not engage with adult content if you're a minor.

💕 The invite is to write fics that celebrate these couples and the love they brought to Brian and Roger's lives. Angst is allowed, but since most of the already existing fics regarding these couples (specially Brian-centric) are already angsty, about cheating and/or marriage issues, the main suggestion for this event is to focus instead on the positive and good aspects of them. Romance, good endings, rekindling a relationship or building a family, touring together, acceptation, having fun...

What can you do:

Like all Ship Weeks, this is a fandom event to share love and creativity related to a particular couple, so be sure to engage with the entries and support all the artists and writers that chose to join! Reblog, leave likes/kudos and comment on the artworks to keep the fandom alive! 💜💖💕💜💖💕

If a work is not tagged appropriately, you can reach out to me via DM and I’ll warn the author. If anything makes you uncomfortable, simply close the work! Do not engage by leaving nasty comments or messaging the author!

If you need a hand, HERE'S a useful guide for tagging your works.

And HERE'S a guide on how to post anonymously on AO3!

📖 As a reader:

Positive interactions are always much welcomed, don't be shy! Support the authors by leaving likes, a comment (even a little one!) and sharing their work through recs and reblogs. On AO3 you don’t need an account to leave Kudos and Comments! (Unless the author has willingly prevented guests to comment). To leave a comment on AO3 as guest you simply have to choose a temporary mail and set your email to get a notification for an eventual reply.

‼️ IMPORTANT ‼️

During the event, if any of you/your entries gets hateful comments or messages towards you, your entries, any of the ships, the event or other creators, please DELETE the hateful comment/message right away with no interactions and let me know! This is no place for haters, just for creativity and love.

If you see a hateful comment on other works do not engage, instead leave a positive comment to the same work and support the author! 💜

I hope you're all going to have fun and write beautiful stories for the event! As usual, if you have any doubt or question reach out to this blog's askbox! 🥰 Don't forget to share!

[pjunicornart]

FIRST OF ALL I LOVE UR LITTLE OTP SO MUCH. how they never crossed my mind baffles me bcuz that is gen such a good pair??

ANYWHO any hcs?? im so curious like yes yes tell me more about ur ot4.,.,..

ALSO ANY IDEA OF A SHIP NAME???

Hey! Sorry it took me so long to get to this. It was because my body was basically BEGGING me to take a break... I had a pounding headache and my drawing arm and hand felt heavy and sore. So to any artists out there... don't be like me. Take breaks. In fact, I'm probably not gonna be posting any art for a few days so I can give my body time to rest. Unfortunately, I inherited my father's workaholism...

ANYWAY. Glad you like it! Meet the Robinsons needed more... gay. So, I provided! When I first revisited this movie and saw all four of those characters I knew my gay ass brain was gonna do something with them. And that, it did.

The piece I did was them within the AU. Let's give the characters some brief summaries before going into detail (under the cut)... - Lewis is a nerdy finger gun bi disaster. 'Nuff said. - Goob is a jock type. - Lizzy is the goth girl, with a hint of weirdcore influences. - Franny is the choir girl. - All of them are 16.

Lewis He was the one Goob, Lizzy, and Franny had in common. Essentially, all three of them liked Lewis "in that way." The three of them had kind of silently agreed they all wanted to get with Lewis. Nevermind that Lewis was completely oblivious to all of this and deep within his own bi panic! In this AU, he attends high school like everybody else, but he does go off campus for a couple of periods for college classes. He's a star student! Not popular in the sense that he's the school hot shot, but in the sense that everybody knows him for being very kind and an overachiever. Oh, and Lewis was never given up for adoption! He lives with his birth mom and about-to-be step-dad.

Michael (Goob) He's the ACTUAL school hot shot. Star baseball player who holds the school athletics records. I'll admit, Goob was kind of my way of making Jock Paperjam from the OG NaJ AU not problematic, and like how I imagined him being. To channel the trauma and come out from it, y'know? (Heh, I even gave him his face shape...) He's the tallest of the four, and the strongest, too. Only his girlfriends and boyfriend know how sweet and loving he is. His love language is definitely physical touch and protection. I specifically imagine him holding Lewis close to his chest while laying on the couch. Goob is not a bully, I want to make that clear. He's just a little cocky.

Lizzy Ah yes, the goth girl. I expanded her special interest from ants, to bugs in general. Her favorites are still ants, obviously. I imagine she has a couple of creepy crawlies in resin sitting on top of her dresser. Like a tarantula named Nacho. She's not necessarily full goth, because in the image I drew she has purple as well. So she's more of a pastel goth, maybe nu-goth. Lizzy is definitely a teaser! Her favorite to tease is Goob, because she likes to see him get worked up. She may be small, but she's a fire cracker!

Franny Last - but certainly not least - Franny. She's in the school choir, and is overall very musically gifted. Both of her older brothers are away at college, so it's just her and her mom in the house. Within the relationship, she's the one who showers them with kisses and hugs. She's very bubbly and energetic, and she has no bad bones in her body... except when you talk shit about her boys and girl, then you better hope you're not karate chopped in the throat. I also turned up her love for frogs into a hyperfixation, hence the froggy bucket hat. You have no idea how tempted I was to buy that hat when I saw it in Hot Topic...

The ship name is really quite simple: Family.

I saw the templates in your other ask! I'm gonna keep there for a bit, and I'll fill them out when I'm not actively dying hopefully!

[seolarsonlyloveisyou]

Bias List ♡

Here's a list of my biases from my favorite groups to get to know me!

Stan since like 2015? Sounds about right LOL

current Ult ❤️Top 10 groups ♡ Bias/Bias wreaker

3rd gen groups ♡

Yoongi (BTS) ♡ Chanyeol/ D.O (EXO) Yugyeom (GOT7) Wonwoo, Hoshi/ot13 (Seventeen) ♡ Dahyun (Twice) ♡ Taeyong, Haechan (NCT) ♡ Joohoney (Monsta X) ♡ Sungjin (Day6) OT4 (The Rose) ♡ Yuto (Pentagon)

4th gen groups ♡

Changbin (Stray Kids) ❤️♡ Yeonjun (TXT) ♡ Jay/ Heeseung (Enhypen) ♡ Ryujin (Itzy) Seeun (Stayc) ♡ No bias- Treasure Mingi (Ateez) Jongseob (P1harmony) Special mentions ♡

Gfriend ಥ_ಥ I LOVED THEM ZB1 Oneus Dream catcher CIX DPR Ian/ Live

[gingerel]

First Line Patterns!

I was tagged by @rose-madder-gaze and @clockwayswrites ! Thank you both 💛

uhhh as for patterns, I have no idea.....

Less dialogue opens than I anticipated and I wonder if I looked further back they would happen more or if that is just something I rely on for the shorter things I don't upload to AO3.

I guess in general I try and start with an action even if its just something inconsequential.

Lines are under the thing and I really did just include the first line even if it was only one word.

~🌻💛🌻~

Kaoru is not cold when Kojiro gets back from Italy, but they do not fall back into each other the way Kojiro expects, wants, needs, and craves.

Acuity | SK8 the Infinity | Matchablossom | Explicit

~✨~

A summons from Regis rarely worries Cor.

Arrangement | Final Fantasy XV | CorNyx | Mature

~✨~

Prompto bursts into Noctis’ room the very moment his morning alarm starts.

Maturation | Final Fantasy XV | pre-IgNoct | Teen

~✨~

They set up in an abandoned building Prompto supposes used to function as a warehouse.

Alliance | Final Fantasy XV | Gen Fic | Teen

~✨~

Cloud tucks his hair further underneath his to protect it from the misting rain.

Proposition | Final Fantasy VII | Zakkura | Teen

~✨~

“Do we have to watch the news?” Noctis complains. “I’ve been listening to this shit all day.”

Convalescence | Final Fantasy XV | Polyship Roadtrip OT4 | Teen

~✨~

Zack’s never been good at hanging back or sitting still or just not doing anything.

Intention | Final Fantasy VII | Zakkura | Teen

~✨~

“Kojiro.”

Accismus | SK8 the Infinity | Matchablossom | Explicit

~✨~

It’s against the rules.

Please. | Final Fantasy XV | GladNoct | Mature

~✨~

Ignis stirs honey into Luna’s tea on her behalf, before sliding it across the table.

Harbinger | Final Fantasy XV | Promptis | Teen

~✨~

[pokesil22-art]

Here is skyla Starling, the daughter of launchpad and della in my OT4 universe. (in the ot4 all got Jim surname so they are launchpad Starling, Drake Starling and della Starling)

[sparrowmoth]

Carlos and the (...) No Good, Very Bad Day • [AO3]

Teen | 1.6K+ | Carlos-centric | Crack/Humor, Magical Accidents

A/N: You can read this as platonic Core Four or shippy OT4 or even Jaylos and Malvie if you squint. It's functionally a gen fic, but I don't care how you read it in terms of relationship dynamics, so be free!

CW: Some dark humour, swearing, and minor angst at the end of this chapter.

Chapter One: Escape Room (Fail)

Carlos De Vil would have his revenge—starting with Mal’s favourite pair of leather boots. Oh yes, he was coming for those boots. Just as soon as he figured out how to reach the doorknob in his current…

Predicament.

Carlos De Vil, you see, was not usually a puppy.

It is thus only because he weighs, at this moment, less than a pile of potatoes on a kitchen scale that he whines in frustration at the sky-scraping knob. His stupid little legs aren’t as springy as a rabbit’s and his stupid little arms are just another pair of, well… legs.

He knows somehow, someway that Mal is responsible.

He growls at the thought, but it’s embarrassingly squeaky, and that is all the more fuel on his fire for revenge. He won’t just chew on her boots, he’s going to pee on her bed—and eat her Valentine’s cho—

Wait, that might actually kill him.

Damn you, Mal.

He squints up at the doorknob, then turns to look behind him. He’s in his own dorm room—the one he shares with Jay; but Jay isn’t here and who knows when he’ll be back? He needs some sort of plan…

His eyes flick to his desk chair.

Maybe, he thinks, taking a bounding leap forward—just to trip on his own paws and go tumbling like a slinky, head over tail, over and over until he lands a little dizzy in a pile of sweaty laundry.

He whines in a way that translates to “fuck this.”

Then, he shakes off the shirt that’s gotten caught on his head, bares his teeth at the pile, and continues on his mission—only stumbling a little on his too-big little feet. He makes it to the desk chair, where he goes to grab it with his teeth and pull with all his might, but—

Nothing happens.

Except it’s… satisfying.

His puppy brain wants him to lay down, chew, forget all about—

VENGEANCE, Carlos barks—a fervent, high-pitched declaration to the dorm room and himself. So what if he’s trapped in a body with less brains than usual? Make no mistake, he’s still—

“Carlos? Jay…?”

There’s a soft knock at the door before the knob begins to turn.

Carlos perks up his ears and dashes under his bed, crouching down in the shadows to assess the opportunity. He lets out a small groan when he sees who it is: Chad Charming, of course, peeking in around the door like he’s the world’s worst Double 007.

“Anyone home?” asks Chad, stepping into the room.

He’s about to close the door, and Carlos can’t have that—

Rushing out from under the bed, he barks for Chad to stop, but Chad only starts screaming and falls back against the door. It closes with a slam that must be heard down the hall—if Chad’s screaming isn’t louder—and Carlos barks more in frustration, trying to yell—

He cuts off when a dress shoe goes whizzing past his snout.

“STAY BACK!” Chad screeches, contorting to pull off his other shoe with one hand, groping blindly for the door knob with the other. “I MEAN IT!” he insists, voice pitchy and quavering. “I’LL—I’LL—”

Thud.

His other shoe hits the bed frame, right behind Carlos.

Annoyed, Carlos growls—puppy teeth on full display. He advances on Chad, not so easily intimidated. This prince is soft. He can take him, even like this. That’s what he’s thinking as he stalks toward Chad, and it must show in his eyes, because Chad scrambles up.

He looks like a lost deer, gangly and stupid, searching desperately for escape from a pair of headlights. It’s laughable, really—

The way he sprints to the bathroom…

And comes out with the trashcan.

What is he doing?

Carlos yelps and tries to run, but trash is falling all around him. The next he knows is total darkness and this strangely… soothing smell. What is that? Oh, that’s Jay. He’d had a nosebleed, yeah, and—

Wait.

Carlos scrunches up his snout. He starts to claw at the walls of his prison. He can hear Chad talking, voice muffled but mocking, and oh, it’s more than his shoes in trouble when Carlos digs his way out through—the carpet, right. He growls and tries a new technique, putting all his weight against the wall of the can until—

He goes tumbling out in surprise, blinded by the light.

Laying there on his back in the mess of tissue paper and q-tips and empty toilet paper rolls, he sees Chad has backed away, looking sheepish—and Jay is stepping through into the dorm room.

Carlos rolls onto his feet and barks as if to say, HEY!

Jay freezes, noticing Carlos—or, well, from his perspective… the all-too-apparent puppy in a pile of garbage—and then, of course—

“Chad, dude, we talked about this.” He sighs. “Where’s Carlos?”

Carlos barks again, running forward to leap up Jay’s leg, using his thigh as a springboard to send him flying back in Chad’s direction.

Except, well, Jay catches him easily mid-flight, and a desperately wriggling Carlos finds himself unable to escape from the sandwich of Jay’s large, calloused palms, which is humiliating enough that Carlos seriously considers adding Jay’s shoes to his hit list—

He’s distracted from the thought, though, by the realization that Chad has been speaking, babbling something about he “doesn’t know where Carlos is,” but he’d only come in because “that thing” had been barking, and what do you know, he’d found “it” tearing up the trash, and “it better not have rabies, because it tried to bite me, and I’m in line for the throne, so if anything happens to me…”

Jay had nodded politely to the point he shut the door on Chad’s face, having shepherded him out while holding Carlos at arm’s length, trying to keep from getting scratched by flailing paws—

“Alright, alright, alright,” says Jay now, slowly crouching to the ground and letting Carlos down on his feet with a bemused look.

Carlos takes a few indignant steps backward, snarling at Jay.

“Feisty one,” Jay teases, offering a finger that is quickly bitten. He doesn’t flinch, since Carlos doesn’t manage to even break through the barrier of callouses. That only seems to amuse Jay as much as it pisses off Carlos, who tries with all his might to get another bite in.

Jay grabs him by the scruff and lets him struggle as he looks him up and down, which has Carlos whining in abject misery. He curls up his tail, squeezes his hind legs together, and looks sullenly at Jay until he’s set back on the ground, where he tries to bite him—

Again.

This time, Jay stands up, towering above him, and Carlos is left to gnaw angrily at his track shoes. He can hear Jay musing aloud to himself about “the puppy,” wondering if Carlos had managed to sneak him in last night or in the short time Jay was gone for his usual morning run. He doesn’t seem all that concerned.

And of course, why would he?

It wasn’t exactly unusual to find Carlos smuggling animals into the dorm, be it a puppy, duckling, squirrel—even a skunk once, which, yeah, that was the first and the last time for that particular species…

Gently, Jay tugs his laces out from Carlos’ jaws, bends to ruffle him between the ears, then goes to sit on the edge of his bed. He pulls his phone out and dials a number as Carlos watches, having plopped on his haunches with a defeated little huff.

Moments later, Carlos’ cellphone starts to vibrate.

Jay glances toward it, seeming surprised. He hangs up on his end and goes to inspect, lifting Carlos’ pillow to show his cellphone where it usually is—still plugged in from the night before.

“Weird,” Jay remarks, though clearly not worried.

Carlos groans, sinking onto his belly. He’s not giving up. He’s not. He’s just… tired. This body is soft and weak and pathetic and—

He perks his head up, curious.

Jay is calling someone else.

“Hey, princess, are you with Carlos? — Nah, like an hour ago, but he was still in bed. — Uh, well…” Jay shifts uncomfortably under “the puppy’s” unblinking stare. “I think Carlos stole another puppy or something. — A dalmatian, but it’s got all these brown spots…”

Carlos cranes his neck down to study his own legs, noting the brown spots speckled over white fur. He scrunches his snout at the thought of what his mother would think, seeing him like this. Would she… even want him, without “proper” spots? It shouldn’t bother him that he knows she wouldn’t. Ugh, why’s he thinking about this? It’s stupid.

“—soon,” Jay’s saying as his voice filters back in to Carlos’ attention.

He hangs up the phone and slips it back into his pocket, then looks at Carlos. “Evie’s on the way. You’ll like her, don’t worry.” He tries to smile, but it’s clear the intensity of Carlos’ stare is really starting to get to him, so he quickly looks away with an awkward chuckle.

Carlos watches as he stands from the bed, saying something about needing to “clean up his mess.” If only, Carlos thinks sardonically, laying his head down on his paws again as Jay starts picking up tissues and such things from the bathroom garbage, never once acknowledging the hamper he’s made of his side of the room.

Man, it’s going to be a really, really long day…

But luckily, Mal’s never far behind Evie.

And when she shows up, he’s chewing on her leg.

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Fandom: Kamen Rider Geats Pairing: gen, but mentioned Geats OT4

Have you, dear reader, ever given any thought about gods?

Written for the worldbuilding exchange for @flaim-ita

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