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In every universe there is a boy, and there is a girl, who will meet when the time permits them, and will live happily ever after.
This is not that tale.
Pain shot through Jay's arm as he registered the blood on the stone, was his own. He had been visiting his father in the Isle, to his friends' insistence, when his father snapped at him. Jafar had yelled until his voice was hoarse, about how Jay was “such a fucking disgrace! you truly are no son of mine! selfish little bitch couldn’t even bring me back anything from that preppy little boarding ‘school’ he goes to” he had laughed. Laughed while Jay's back was pressed against the grimy brick wall.
It was bearable for Jay. Really, he’d dealt with worse while he was living on the Isle but when his father started hitting him. Well that was different. It wasn’t like Jay wasn’t used to his father’s aggressive ways, per se. But his friends, and boyfriend had almost convinced him otherwise. Almost.
Jay left with new, shining scars everywhere. His face and torso took the brunt of it, which he couldn’t complain about. And after time the gashes and bruises would heal. And he would go back to see his father time and time again because no matter how much Jay hated him, he felt the need to prove himself to him more.
When he pushed through his dorm room door, he sighed in relief that Carlos wasn’t home. Don’t get him wrong, Carlos was like his brother, but all Jay wanted to do at this very moment was collapse onto his bed, and sleep for the next few days. He smiled at the sight of his boyfriend sprawled out on his bed, which was practically shared between the two boys at this point. Jay’s smile dropped when he saw his boyfriend’s anxious face, eyebrows pinched and jaw clenched.
“‘idn’t go as well as I hoped, did it, gorgeous?” his Scottish accent flooded the silence of the room.
“Somthin’ like that” he grinned.
Because even if his legs ache, and his head is pounding, Harry is the only thing that matters to him.
Jay crossed the short distance between the two of them, sitting next to Harry on the bed. Harry wastes no time before sitting up and scrutinizing Jay, moving his face left and right, running hands up and down his chest, finding scratches and wounds littering his body.
When his eyes meet back up to Jay’s, he glares back down at a particularly large gash on his chest. Jay’s hands find their way to his face, bringing it close to his own.
“They'll be fine” Jay whispered against Harry’s lips.
Harry, a man with insane amounts of self control, pulls his face away from Jay’s before standing up.
“Up you go. Cmon! Needa fix up tha face of yours. Up! Let's go!” Harry scolds lightly.
Jay sighs, a smile playing on his lips, something that seems to happen when he’s around his partner. Harry pulls the two of them into the small bathroom of their dorm.
“Go on now,” Harry nudges Jay until he’s sat up on the counter. Rummaging through the small cupboard he pulls out a box of Bandaids and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, much to Jay’s dismay.
Jay uses his legs to pull Harry between them, wrapping his arms around his shoulder, legs around his waist.
“Mhm you’re real sweet, love. ‘Ats not gonna distract me, take off your shirt” Harry instructs against his lips.
“Wish it would,” Jay reluctantly obliges, something he seems to do quite often around Harry.
“Yeah, Yeah, now careful-“
“FUCK, That burns! Ow! Harry!” Jay hisses as Harry pours the hydrogen peroxide onto his skin, without warning.
Jay swats at Harry’s chest as he cackles.
“Ahww Jay, Can’t be that bad, the roles were reversed and I'd be laughin’” he teases as he sets the bandages.
“Oh fuck off you masochist”
“you love it”
As their giggles fizzle out, the room stays silent. The noise of the splashing liquid in the bottle, and the occasional wince echoing the space.
When Harry’s done cleaning up Jay's wounds, an art he’s gotten particularly good at over the years on the Isle, he pulled Jay's face towards him. Kissing his nose, he unwrapped the last bandage and stuck it to a deep gash on Jay's cheekbone.
Jay couldn’t begin to describe the absolute unwavering love he had for his boyfriend. Even after years of hiding, of ‘hating’ each other, or fighting and harsh words on the Isle. He loves boyfriend more than any other person in this lifetime. Jay remembers everything. Their first kiss, first date, first time. No matter how dirty, grimy ruthless this world has been to either of them, it doesn’t matter because here he is. In their shitty dorm with the blown out lights, together. and Jay knows how corny and cliche it sounds, Harry would probably have a field day if he ever heard Jay’s thoughts-
“Oi! Are you even listenin, goddammit Jay!”
“Sorry, sorry! I’m listening now, what’s up?” he laughed.
“You ass! I asked how the bloody fuck alla this ‘appened?”
“My dad was a bit upset at the fact that I didn't steal anything from my “preppy little boarding school’” Jay shrugged.
Harry, on the other hand, looked livid. Which was a pretty common reaction to hearing about any of Jafar’s tales. He sighed before saying
“I’m sorry I pushed you to go see ‘im”
“Dontcha worry about it sweetheart. I was bound to see him sooner or later”
They’ve gone through this conversation many times before and it always ends with one of them leaving unhappy.
Which is why Harry just sighs before pulling Jay back to their bed. He stops just before they actually get to bed. Jay takes the silent queue to change into his sleep pants. Some plaid pants that he had nagged when he arrived at Auradon, not bothering with a shirt. Harry followed suit, doing the same.
Jay finally slumped into bed, yanking his boyfriend down with him. The minute Harry is in bed next to him, he throws a leg over Harry’s, promptly tangling their legs together and tightly wraps his arms around him.
“I love you” Harry hummed against Jay’s hair, from where he lay on his chest
“I love you more, thank you”
“Anytime, Darling”.