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telli1206 · 3 years

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The Heart Will Follow (Chapter 2)

Jay’s never had a crush...until he met Carlos. And now he can’t stay away.

Carlos doesn’t know what to make of Jay’s presence, yet. But what should he do, exactly, about a boy that’s both cute AND terrifying?

A collection of Jaylos isle meetings, inspired by this beautiful headcanon I came across randomly that I can’t get out of my head. And thank you to @hersilentlanguage for motivating me to post this!

AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: It Was Only Me And You

Evie tilts her head slowly, trying ever so gingerly to cast a subtle glance over her shoulder. Once she catches a flash of dark eyes, she whips back around. She tries to keep her actions as casual and composed as possible, but Carlos quirks a brow when he notices her mouth tipped open in surprise.

“He’s looking over here again. He’s-yeah, Jay’s definitely staring at you.”

Carlos sighs deeply and scrunches his eyes closed, letting his body slink back lax in his chair.

“Really? W-why do you think he keeps, doing that?”

Evie chews on her lip for a moment, examining Carlos carefully as his eyes flutter open to meet hers.

“Who knows.” She waves off the topic, leaning forward to help Carlos tackle the massive pile of books on his desk. “But there’s no point in worrying about it right now, is there? We have to get you home so you can catch up on these assignments.”

Carlos blinks, staring at her with a surprised look. He starts to turn, as if debating a look behind him, to see what Evie saw, but instead shifts back quickly and straightens up in his seat.

“O-ok. I guess. There is a lot here for me to do.”

He grabs his bag, smiling gratefully as Evie starts to stack his books so he can easily slide them in.

“Thanks, Evie.”

Evie feels a warmth bloom in her chest, and she has to fight down the happy curl that’s making its way across her lips. She only officially met her new friend a couple of hours ago, and already she feels giddy with excitement to have found a fellow kind soul on this dump of an island. She only wishes that she had a chance to meet him sooner. The fact that Carlos was hidden this whole time in the mansion just across the way from her seems like a travesty - a friendship that she’s really needed, and been deprived of.

Her resistance to smiling ebbs away the more she watches Carlos. He’s stopping every time he picks up a book to let his fingers trace across the letters on the cover, brown eyes alight with wonder, before carefully tucking his new treasure safely into his bag. It’s definitely slowing down their exit from class, but Evie can’t help but marvel at how excited Carlos is for school. It’s adorable.

And she finally has someone she can ask to study that won’t look at her like a complete freak for actually wanting to do her school work.

Evie’s knocked out of her thoughts by a loud snort from behind, obnoxious enough to startle her and make Carlos flinch. Her eyes narrow at Mal, who flashes her a steely glare while dragging Jay along past her and Carlos.

Jay’s constant presence makes Evie uneasy. Even as Mal pulls him by forcefully, he’s still staring at Carlos. And now he’s close...too close for her comfort. She tenses when she sees the thief leaning in even closer to her friend, only relaxing when Mal firmly yanks him away, earning space between Jay and Carlos.

Evie comes around the desk to stand by Carlos, making a fuss under the guise of helping him more, but secretly hoping for protection for him that can come with her proximity. Carlos smiles gratefully at her, happy for her help, but also glaringly oblivous to the fact that he’s still in the sights of his dark-haired classmate.

“Come on, Carlos, we should head home. By the way, can I tell you how excited I am to have someone to walk home with? Especially since it’s you.”

Carlos ducks his head, hiding a shy smile as he slings his hefty backpack over his shoulder. Two books are still in his hand, and he ignores Evie’s comment (other than the light flush dusting his cheeks, which Evie still notices) in favor of chattering excitedly about his first Poisons and Potions class tomorrow.

His animated talk is the perfect distraction, allowing Evie to guide them quickly away from prying eyes. She hooks a hand under Carlos’ elbow the second she sees Mal and Jay lingering against the lockers. She isn’t sure why they’re still hanging around nearby, but she’s not about to stay and find out.

“-so I know we probably can’t bring materials home, but do you think the teacher might make an exception if I offered to clean up the room for them or something? Because there’s an acid that’s good for cleaning concrete that I could really use. Mother would love-”

Evie’s half listening to Carlos, nodding and humming accordingly so he continues while she’s keeping a watchful eye. She fixes as heated a glare as she can muster when she catches Jay’s eye, feeling mildly satisfied when his eyes widen slightly in surprise.

She lets her glare shift then to Mal, hoping for a smiliar reaction, but is less than surprised when instead the girl’s face scrunches in anger, and a mocking tongue pokes from between her pinkish lips.

For a second Evie thinks how much fun it would be to just bite at that offensive pink tongue, and to bruise those small, pouty lips with pressure from her own. Mal would be shocked, no doubt, and the painful groans would be music to her ears...

Wait...painfulshrieks. Why is she thinking about Mal’s groans?

Evie shakes her head dismissively, returning her focus to Carlos and his chemistry babbling. She’s having trouble holding onto his elbow as his gestures become more wild and exagerrated. His nose is scrunched and his cheeks are flushed and red from barely taking a breath between sentences. It makes his freckles stand out so much more against the brightening skin.

He’s so cute, Evie thinks, stealing peeks at him as they walk. With beautiful brown eyes and lips like his, she has no doubt her friend will have at least a few of the kids at Dragon Hall crushing. Hard.

Her thoughts suddenly shift to Jay, and the looks he was giving Carlos. His stares. The creepy closeness. And her breath hitches in her throat.

Maybe she’ll have more to worry about with Jay than she originally thought.

———

“Evie? I appreciate you walking with me, but isn’t your home...right there?”

Carlos points back to the dusty sidewalk Evie had just hurried past. It’s dirty and quiet and isolated like it’s barely even looked at, let alone used. And yet, there’s still a light disturbance in the softly settled dirt that bares an eerie resemblance to Evie’s high-heeled shoes.

Yes, Carlos surmises. Those are definitely her heel prints and that’s most definitely her turn off to get home.

But her fingers are fidgeting and her gaze is scattered. She’s quietly shaking her head No but refusing to look at him at the same time.

“Evie? Is...is something, wrong?”

She finally looks up at him, her bottom lip pulled tight between her teeth. Carlos catches a look of concern before Evie relaxes and flashes a toothy grin. It seems...forced? But Carlos decides not to question it.

“Of course not, Carlos! I’m fine,” she chirps, still smiling at him. “I just want to make sure you make it home ok.”

She covers Carlos’ hand with her own and smiles warmly, and Carlos is practically beaming from the attention.

He was overjoyed when his mother finally agreed to let him attend school. But he had never imagined that going to Dragon Hall would benefit him even more than just advancing his education.

But now, he has his first...friend. And it’s already better than he could have hoped for.

“Evie, how do you think I made it home before today?” he teases with a little smirk. “I’ll be ok, I swear. Besides, if your mom’s anything like mine, she’s going to be royally pissed if you’re late. Am I right?”

Evie sighs, casting a troubled glance towards her castle, and Carlos knows his assumption was spot-on. Not that he’s surprised, really. He would have been more shocked to find out Evie had kind, loving parents than the latter.

But to Carlos, that only begs the question why Evie would want to go against her best interest to stay with him.

“Get going,” he urges again, pointing towards her castle. “I want to walk to school with you in the morning, so don’t go getting yourself in trouble, ok? I’m not about to lose a fr- uh, person, I just found over something so trivial.”

Evie cracks a smile, clearly not missing Carlos’ almost slip-up. Evil, hopefully he didn’t already ruin things by flat-out announcing his desperation by using a word only saved for the weakest of islers.

“Ok, I guess you’re right,” Evie chirps, and Carlos breathes a sigh of relief at the smile still bright on her face. “You’ll be careful though, right? Just...watch your back.”

Carlos raises a brow. “Of course. But...what do you think’s going to happen, Evie? I’m like, 50 feet from my front door.”

Evie bites her lip again, letting her eyes scan behind them, over alleyways and their quiet, abandoned path. She pauses for a moment to narrow her gaze on one darkened corner, and Carlos can feel his heart thudding harder in his chest as he examines her movements. But she finally eases her stance and turns back to face him.

“It’s...nothing. Really. It’s just - anything can happen, right? I worry about everything,” she dismisses with a chuckle. “I’ll..um...I’ll see you tomorrow, ok? Do you, want to meet here? At 7? And...walk to school, together?”

Carlos immediately brightens at the idea, Evie matching his wide smile with her own.

“Yeah. I’d like that.”

Evie presses her smile down, offering a short wave before turning to follow the path towards her castle. Carlos watches for a moment, instinctively checking to make sure she’s safe before heading his own way. But he can’t help noticing her eyes continually darting back to that corner, as if waiting for something...or someone to emerge from the darkness.

Carlos tries to shake off his nerves as he watches Evie’s figure disappear around the mildly crumbling brick of her castle. After a final pause to listen for any sounds of distress, he takes a deep breath and starts the rest of his trek to Hell Hall alone.

At least, he thinks he’s alone.

And the muted silence deludes him into believing that that’s the case...for a while, at least. It’s not until he’s just about to ascend the steps to his front door that a distinct crunch of dry leaves behind him leaves him frozen in his tracks.

“Heh. Shit.”

Carlos spins on his heel, and comes face to face with...Jay?

“Um..what’s up, short stuff?”

Carlos huffs at his words, his fists clenched as he tries his best to stare down one of the most intimidating boys at his new school. There’s no way he’s about to show fear when Jay’s right in front of his own home.

Wait, why is he at his home?

“W-what do you want?” Carlos presses, keeping his voice as steady as he can. “I-I know my house looks...big, but I don’t have-”

“Is the bitch home?”

Jay takes a slow step forward, and Carlos swallows. He’s barely a foot away now, and it feels so close. He can almost smell the sweat beading on Jay’s brow. He keeps his eyes trained down, with a blurring focus just below Jay’s chin, so as not to concentrate on the smirk he knows he’s giving him right now.

“Y-yeah. And she’ll probably beat my ass, a-and yours too, if I don’t get inside right away. I-I need to make...h-her dinner.”

Shit. That sounded so weak. Carlos dares a peek at Jay’s face, and it surprised to see the smile wiped away, and Jay chewing on his lip. He looks almost...worried.

And he surprises Carlos further by taking a generous step back, his arms raised in surrender.

“Well, wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Jay teases, and Carlos curls a sneer at his mocking tone. “Now, now, calm it down freckles. I’m not gonna get you in trouble, ok?”

Jay drops his hands into his pockets, hunching over to rock on his heels some.

“Doubt those eyes of yours would be so pretty with nasty purple bruises around ‘em. Until next time, then?”

Jay pulls out a hand to issue an awkward salute, quirking a smile as Carlos tilts his head, eyes narrowed and confused.

“Bye bye, Carlos De Vil.”

Jay turns and shuffles slowly down the path, kicking at random pieces of dirt and rocks on the way. He keeps his head down, refusing to look up or even cast a single glance behind him.

But Carlos stands unmoving, still staring at the weird thief with long, dark hair that’s tangling in the dry heat. He’s trying to make sense of what just happened, but all logic that could explain what just happened is lost on him.

Did Jay just say his eyes were pretty?

#jaylos #jay x carlos #descendants #my writing #carvie #malvie #Carlos De Vil #jay son of jafar #mal bertha #evie grimhilde #the isle of the lost

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years

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Shuffle playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Harry Hook x Reader - part 5 - the isle.

warning: talk of non-con selling of sex in last bit of chapter

(note: (n/n) means = Nick name)

Mal took a heaving breath as she led her scooter towards the edge of the cliff, facing towards the isle of the lost. Harry repositioned behind her, tightening his grip on the cushion below him.

Mal let out a few sputtering sobs and lifted her goggles off the bridge of her nose and placed them on top of her helmet. she swung her backpack off her shoulders and grabbed her spellbook from her bag, hurriedly shifting through the pages to find the correct spell. There it was. “Noble steed/proud and fair/you will take us/anywhere”

The scooter glowed purple for a moment before it went back to normal, and Harry could swear the barrier had shimmered purple as well.

Mal stuffed her book back in her bag and shrugged it back on, turning to Harry while reshifting her goggles back onto her nose “hang tight, and onto me, I know it'll be uncomfortable but I don’t know if this will work, and I still can't swim” Harry sighed and released the cushions, wrapping is arms around Mal's torso and leaning against her.

“okay, hoo” she took a deep breath again, revving the engine of her scooter “please work”

“Mal if this doesn’t work and we die I am going ta kill yeh!” Harry yelped as Mal suddenly swerved to the right towards the steep slope down towards the beach and lead the bike onto the ocean.

The bike hopped on the surface a couple of times before smoothing out, Mal looked over her and Harry's shoulders back to Auradon and let out a breathy laugh, she was free!!!! Free from the pastel dresses, the invading press, the bobby pins, the painful too small at her toe heels, the rules, everything!

She could finally be herself again.

She and Harry let out a gasp as the barrier shimmered over them, the feeling of her magic draining from her was probably the worst feeling she had ever experienced, yet the scooter was still running atop the water. “odd” she muttered to herself, slapping the handle of her scooter as she remembered FGs explanation of good-intentioned magic being allowed to exist behind the border.

And she was doing everybody a favor by going back to the isle, so it had to be good-intentioned…right?

She took a hard right, making Harry yelp, and rolled into the wharf market that was near the Core fours hideout. Harry finally looked around, fixing the black motor helmet over his head as he passed his fellow isle pirates.

Mal suddenly stopped, looking to her left and taking off her goggles, Harry looked away from the market and towards her, raising his brow as she tore down the defiled poster with her and Ben on it and bunched it up, she threw it over her shoulder and replaced her goggles. She drove the scooter down to the next block and parked it in the slot next to the ascending stairs up to the core fours apartment. Harry quickly slid off the back and ripped the helmet from his head, shaking around to get rid of the squished feeling on his ears.

“I’m never doing tha’ again” Harry growled, his icy blue eyes locking with Mals now dull green ones as she passed by him and walked over to the entrance of her apartment. She picked up a rock and chucked it at the yellow sign with the words ‘danger flying rocks’. the sign swung back and the metal fence door lifted up.

Mal glanced back at Harry and gestured to the hideout, inviting him into the safe space. He shook his head and held his hands up, the weight of the helmet in his left hand shifting a bit “nah, I swore never ta step foot in tha’ place, I’ll be at meh apartment for a bit till I go talk ta Uma” Mal tilted her head at him.

“why do you want to talk to Uma?” she asked, leaning over the railing of the steps. Harry gave her a look.

“I need her ta know I haven’t abandoned her” Mal's mouth made an ‘o’ shape as she nodded, realizing what Harry was talking about.

“I get it….sorry, I know I was part of the distraction that prevented Ben from getting more kids off” she sighed, scratching the back of her head. “I've- I wish I could’ve done something more- I-I just” Harry held his hand up again, shaking his head.

“I know, lemme say this from (y/n)s perspective because from mine I would just blame yeh fully” Mal let out a little snort, if anything her and Harry's distaste of each other hadn’t changed in the last 6 months, which was nice. “yeh were under a lot of stress, and it’s not yer job ta make sure Ben follows through on his promise to bring more vks over” Mal shook her head, pushing up on her toes and pouting at Harry.

“but I could have helped with moving it further along, it was my fault that he kept blowing you and (y/n) off on those meetings for the vks, I could have…I don’t know made him think we were having a date in his office and then you two just make him sit through the meeting or something” Mal sighed, leaning her cheek on her hand.

Harry shrugged again, looking down the alley “aye possibly, I’ll be back at meh apartment if yeh need meh, Jay will know where it is” Mal quirked her brow again.

“huh?” Harry smirked up at Mal, rolling his eyes.

“did yeh really think those three would jus’ leave ye ‘ere? and yeh know once (y/n) finds out I’m ‘ere too she’ll drag me off by meh ear” Mal rolled her eyes.

“I guess….though I was kinda betting on someone coming over and taking me back, I’m really just here to get away from it all” Harry nodded at that.

“aye, once we crossed the barrier yeh regretted this a bit didn’t yeh?” Mal nodded a bit.

“…yeah, that feeling of magic being drained from me it was just….made everything come back, now I remember why we all wanted to leave so bad….I guess the stress from Auradon made this place seem a lot better than it was” Mal sighed, looking up to the dark grey sky.

Harry nodded again and started to back away “aye, when the rest of em get here, just tell (y/n) I’m at meh apartment and Jay can lead ‘er there” Mal waved him off and watched him disappear into the dark alleys towards the wharf. She tapped her heel against the steel stairs nervously as he left her sight.

God, she hoped Hook wouldn’t find out about Harry’s presence on the isle.

She couldn’t bear to hear those sounds again.

You sighed as you leaned back in the cushioned chair in Ben's office, watching him quickly write down on the papers for cotillion. You had bust into his office about an hour ago, waiting until he finally talked about his fight with Mal. He stopped, looking up at you through his lashes before sighing and leaning back against his chair. “I really screwed up didn’t I” he finally muttered, crossing his arms and looking up at the ceiling.

“yep” you popped your lips, smirking as he groaned and rubbed his face in stress.

“but she lied to me! She lied about everything and thought she could get away with it! And-and” you rose your brow as he looked back to you. “-god I was just so angry at her for doing that but then….god I fucking compared her to Audrey” you blinked at that.

“you-I-wow Ben, that’s….alright then” you chuckled, pinching your nose and standing from your chair, walking over to bens desk and leaning on it “alright imma say it straight, and before you ask, I’m from a world where yall are a movie remember?” Ben nodded, slightly confused at the last part, leaning back slightly as (y/n)s disappointed look turned to a glare. “you are valid to be mad at Mal for lying to you about using her magic, you are valid to be mad at her for doing that. But you have to understand, she.is.not.you. she is not Evie, she is not Audrey, and she is not from here.

She is from the isle, where EVERYTHING was different for her, there were no rules, there was no press, there was no dress code, there was no nothing, she could just do whatever she wanted. Going from that, to having a billion rules and demands from everyone, is extremely stressful”

Ben tried to speak up but you silenced him with a glare “you may say ‘but I never asked her to be anything other than herself’ you never told her that, when she started to try being the perfect Auradon girl, you never told her that you liked it, you never told her you didn’t like it, you just let her keep going, which in her head translated it as ‘oh he likes me better this way, I’ll keep going’ I know you have that stained glass window with her in her full isle style self, but that window would have been helpful two months ago when all this shit started. She's having an identity crisis Ben, she needs support and guidance, now I don’t mean she needs her hand held, she needs someone to say that she's doing the right thing, that she's not screwing anything up.

she needed someone to say that she didn’t have to change because she was already perfect, yes, her attitude and shit needed work but as a whole? She was fine, she didn’t need to change the way she spoke, or walked, or dressed, or smiled. She just needs to learn that it's okay not to be okay, and to ask for help. She JUST learned that she wasn’t the only person in the world 6 months ago, and now she needs to learn that it's okay that she's not doing okay.

And you haven’t helped her with that, you have just stood by and acted like nothing was wrong, and that’s what is wrong Ben, you live in this world of lollipops and sunshine, that you don’t see what’s two inches in front of you! And that’s not a bad thing, I love that you’re an optimist, but when It comes to not seeing that something is wrong with your friends, that’s when it becomes a problem.” You sighed, leaning back and cracking your neck.

“again, I will say you being mad at Mal for lying to you about using her magic and…lying to you about how she was doing is completely valid. but you again have to understand, her entire existence, up until 6 months ago, was pleasing her mother.

and when her mother was turned into a mini dragon, her people-pleasing tendencies turned to you, and what she thought would please you most. And that would be a perfect Auradon girl. That’s why she did all that, because she thought you would prefer her that way instead of her actual self. On both sides of your argument, you both are in the wrong, and you both are in the right, but because you both lack communication between the two of you”

you held up your hand again as Ben tried to speak “neither of you truly talk to each other, yes you talk, but not really, you never asked about her boundaries, she never asked you about what you wanted, both of you suffered because you just won't talk to each other like that, you need to talk to each other and find out what is going on with the other to find balance in your relationship. Ben, you can't just rely on the other to come forward, you both have to if you see a problem in the relationship.

And the problem with yours is that you don’t know how to look past the surface and see beneath anything, and Mal doesn’t know how to ask for help. I’m not saying your shallow, I’m saying you’ve lived in a world of everything is perfect and nothing is ever wrong; so it's hard for you to realize that someone is having a hard time, and Mal has lived in a world where asking for help meant weakness or even worse death.” Ben paled at that

“so both of you have to teach the other about yourselves, Mal can teach you how to look beneath the front mask of people and see their true selves and intentions, and you can teach mal to soften up and learn that asking for help is not a bad thing anymore”

You sat back down in your chair and crossed your arms, waiting for Ben’s response as he just stared at you “I know, that was one big ol’ rant but it needed to be said” you laughed, cracking your neck and sighing “I haven’t talked that much in….never” Ben rolled his eyes and leaned forward on his hands.

“I need to talk to her” you nodded, shifting in your chair.

“what you need is to take your relationship slower Ben, it's only been six months, don’t you think that’s a little fast? especially for Mal who’s never done anything like this before? Something like cotillion and her being introduced as Lady of the court would be something that happened in a year, not six months. I think it would be better to celebrate the half-year of the vks being here than all that.” Ben paused for a moment, then groaned, flopping back in his chair.

“I’m an idiot” He muttered, you snorted and rolled your eyes “of course she's not ready for all this….I really should have paid attention to her more instead of just assuming that she was okay with everything changing so fast” he sighed, glancing back at you. You nodded to him, letting him know he was on the right track.

The two of you sat up as the door to Ben’s office opened suddenly and Evie stepped in, knocking rapidly on Ben’s door. “Evie!” Ben sighed, letting a smile bloom on his face. “come in” she quickly stepped into the room and closed the door. She let out a shuddering sigh and looked from you to Ben. You sighed, closing your eyes, right you had forgotten about Mal going back.

“Mal’s gone back to the isle” Evie's voice wavered, looking down at the floor as she quickly walked over to Ben and handed him a note. Before he could read it she said his name, and handed him the golden class ring Ben had given Mal during the coronation.

He stared at it for a few moments before hurriedly unfolding the note and reading it, his eyes shining as his shoulders dropped as he read the note. “this-this is my fault! She had been under so much pressure lately and I-I was the last straw….I shouldn’t have yelled at her like that” he bit his lip, a few tears trailing down his cheeks and hitting the top of his desk “she wasn’t even doing anything bad with her magic she was just taking a few shortcuts….I have to go to the isle and get her back myself! It's dangerous over there and she could get hurt…I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to her” he turned to the window, peering out the side where he could see the edge of the ocean.

“Ben you’ll never find her! The isle is huge and she has a million hiding places!” Evie sighed, rubbing her arms as she thought about what she was about to do “you have to take me with you” Ben turned around, looking at Evie with wide eyes.

“I can't let you do that” he muttered, his shoulders dropping “I don’t want anything happening to you” Evie shook her head defiantly.

“I’m going, you don’t even know how to get from the entrance to the market, you need someone who knows the isle sand from stone…and I can't leave her there either, there's no doubt she’s made some enemies over there that are just waiting for a moment to strike, and without her mother's protection…even if it was lousy protection, she could get seriously hurt, or even worse killed…” Ben turned pale again, he didn’t want to think about that. “and she's my best friend Ben, I won't just leave her….and we’ll bring the boys too, because there's safety in numbers and I’m betting none of us are popular over there right now” Evie sighed, rubbing the back of her neck, she stopped, watching as Gil entered the room quickly and slammed the door behind him “Gil?” he looked to you, his face place and his body shaking.

“Gil what's wrong?” you asked, standing up quickly and walking over to him “you look like you’ve seen a ghost” he let out a small whimper and handed you a piece of paper from Harry's journal. “what-“ you felt your world stop.

-Gil, I’m sorry, but I’m going back to the isle with Mal, I’m not planning on staying but I need to make a point to beasty boy. I'll stay out of sight I promise.

-Harry

Harry had gone back to the isle with Mal “he what?!” you half screeched, almost stumbling back into the seats in front of Bens desk if it wasn’t for Gils hands on your shoulders

“(y/n)” Evie gasped, rushing over to you and wrapping her arm around your torso “what’s-oh no” she read the note, her face forming into a look of horror “Harry’s gone back to the isle too” she muttered, covering her mouth with a gasp. Ben furrowed his brows in confusion.

“why-you sound like it's even worse that he went back?” he asked, walking over to the three of you and glancing at the paper.

“because it is” Evie looked up at Ben “Harrys had it a lot worse than Mal, his- his father” you felt a cold chill rush over your skin and you broke from Gil and Evie's grip.

“his father what?” you snapped, the vks flinching from your dark tone. “tell me.”

“his-his dad um…he sold him when he didn’t have money” Gil muttered, his face turning green from the memories.

“or just didn’t feel like spending money” Evie snapped, hand clenching so hard you would hear her knuckles crack.

“…sold him?” Ben asked naively, Evie and Gil looked at him with sad eyes.

“he sold him to others to have….sex with” Gil paused between his words, they were almost too hard to get out “when he bought his rum or whatever he felt like drinking, I don’t remember how long it was happening but if Hook finds out Harry is on the isle….we might not ever see Harry again” you and Ben looked at each other and nodded.

“then it's settled” Ben clenched his fist around Mal's note and his ring, watching you as you grit your teeth and your eyes turn dark “we head to the isle as soon as possible, we can't risk anything happening to Harry or Mal” the three of you nodded and rushed out of Bens office to collect Carlos and Jay.

‘oh Harry’ you felt tears burn in your eyes as you burst into your dorm room and grabbed a change of clothes that suit the isle ‘why didn’t you tell me’ you stopped, seeing a large piece of paper from Harry's journal sitting on your desk. You quickly walked over and grabbed it, unfold it, and start to read.

-to my dear (n/n)

I’m sorry, but I’m going back to the isle. No, we aren’t breaking up, this has nothing to do with you, I’m making a point to Ben.

I know he and the others will stop at nothing to get Mal back from the isle and I needed to make sure Ben would see the isle for what it really is. A place where no child should be and hopefully, he will get a move on for the vk transfer thing.

I also needed to see Uma and my sisters; they need to know I haven’t abandoned them. I know you’ll be coming with Ben and the others to get me, I do not doubt that, so I’ll see you soon.

I know the dangers of me being here, and I’m sorry I never told you about my history with my dad, but I’m sure Evie and Gil filled you in on it. I’m planning to stay out of sight and away from him and anyone who might tell him about me being here.

I promise when we are back in Auradon I’ll tell you everything about my life on the isle, you deserve to know.

I love you; I know I have never said that, but I’m sure of it now, and I wanted to say it just in case.

-Harry

You let out a low sob and collapsed against your desk, holding the now crumpled note against your chest “Harry” you chocked out, feeling droplets of tears hit your hand. “you stupid fucking idiot”

“I love you too”

-end of part 5-

Here it is! Part 5! I hope I made bens side of the argument…better while also still being like “yeah both are wrong both are right in it, but Mal was really having a hard time and ben needs to slow the fuck down” because MAL IS NOT READY FOR ANY OF THE DATING SHIT SHE IS DOING IN D2, COTILLION SHOULD HAVE WAITED FOR AT LEAST ONE YEAR INTO THEIR RELATIONSHIP NOT 6 MONTHS! Anyway, I also hope Mal and Harry's talk at the beginning was also…nice? That’s the best word I can think of right now but I hope im making Mal an actual likable character instead of….ya know *gestures to d2/3* that. Im trying to actually develop her d1 character into something more instead of just making a whole new one each “movie”

And yes, James is just as Bad in this as he was in the OG part of your world, and don’t worry, he does get his ass kicked by reader.

Thank you for reading!

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Makeup Fic

In hindsight, the signs had been there for a long, long time. It had been small glances and hesitations and even a few comments by other people that dropped hints as to what exactly Ben dealt with.

Mal had been guilty, along with everyone else, of assuming Ben was perfect and had no issues aside from being a little gullible, sometimes innocent, and very lenient. Being his girlfriend had opened her eyes a little to a few problems that she hadn't recognized. Her sharp Isle eyes were even able to spot a few things that his parents and other close friends didn't notice. He sometimes did homework during meetings and gatherings so he would be able to spend time with family and friends later(reading between the lines, he didn't want to seem too busy for loved ones). If he heard someone else's weight or a different unfavorable characteristic mentioned, he'd quit eating and become incredibly self-conscious(He was insecure, but usually convinced people wouldn't take notice). If people addressed his dad before him, he'd stay silent as if he were still a child instead of the king(he still struggled to take up his role).

Mal noticed all these things and a few more. It made her uneasy.

Small protective measures were put into place. She'd "accidentally" finish things if they got "mixed up beside hers." Pass him food and claim she'd gotten too much and couldn't let it go to waste. Speaking up to him when others were around. Small things to remind him it was okay.

There were some things she couldn't fix, though.

She'd noticed that when she walked by, Ben's eyes would cling. He'd mark up her body with his eyes and give her this one look – with half-closed eyes, flushed cheeks, and a mystical smile – that made her feel like she was burning away. How could she not have noticed? He was her boyfriend and she appreciated his ogling looks. But then she'd notice him focusing on Evie's face as she walked past, lost in a thoughtful demeanor, and then her stomach would twist when he'd do a double-take at Jane to admire her eyes. Her jealousy mounted to see him glancing at other girls who weren't even friends, looking like he was taking notes or something. She hadn't realized what he was looking for until he'd been hovering in her room, waiting for her to grab her bag and phone, and she watched his eyes rake across Evie's desk, scattered with sparse makeup products and used makeup wipes.

Oh. That made sense. Ben, who was a little insecure and uneasy about himself and always worried about impeding on other people also found it fascinating that people could decorate themselves to look prettier.

A week before graduation, Mal was invited to a sleepover. She'd originally declined until she'd heard Ben would be coming. Why? "Oh, we used to invite Ben to all of our sleepovers," Jane explained on the way there. "He's super good at hair and makeup. Good sport, too."

"Makeup?" Mal wrinkled her nose. She'd taken everything Evie had put on her off after school.

"You don't need to get any if you don't want to," Jane chuckled, opening the door and revealing everyone behind it. And Mal didn't want any, so she simply sat behind her boyfriend, who was oddly silent in her presence, and watched his hands work on the other girls. He mixed powders and creams for each of them on the back of his hand and seemed to have an innate knowledge of what each of the different brushes and sponges did. Even Evie was impressed with his work. She examined his quiet pride as the girls took selfies with his artistry and then leaned his head against hers in an effort to let him know she thought his talents were cool. The girls looked ready to attend the same parties that Mal struggled through. Ben didn't lean on her for long, though. He got up and walked over to the sink before scrubbing away all traces of what he'd done from his skin with a loofah and soap until all that remained of the shimmery powders were rubbed red marks.

Ben struggled with insecurity. He also struggled with liking something not really meant for his gender. He struggled with not being brave enough to propose something that might make people think differently about him. And there wasn't much she could do to fix that.

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Mal moved into Ben's castle after graduation. Fine. She was given a room about a football field's length from Ben's and the servants monitored her curfew for her. Again, fine. But then three months later, Ben proposed, and in the onslaught leading up to the wedding, they started moving things into the same suite together. They were both moving a lot of heavy boxes from their rooms to each other's and at some point, Ben got lost putting things in the bathroom while Mal was hanging up t-shirts and ripped jeans and organizing her combat boots. She finally finished, stumbled into the bathroom to ask if she could start bringing his things over, and her jaw dropped when she saw the mess across the countertop.

"Woah!" She exclaimed and he paused where he was arranging toothbrushes and floss in their top drawer. She brushed her fingertips across the litter of products on their counter and snorted. There were hairsprays and gels and pomace… a few lotions, moisturizers, concealers, foundation, and others. "What's all this?"

Ben ducked his head and muttered an apology. His face was red. Immediately, Mal regretted laughing. "I'm going to get rid of most of it," he told her. "I'm just bad at throwing things out."

They both knew it was a lie. He was meticulous in his organizing.

"Well, it's fine," Mal chuckled, picking up a bottle of sleek'n'shine. "I don't care either way. I don't even know what half of this stuff is, so it's not like I'll use it."

Ben gave a noncommittal shrug. "I know it's a lot," he muttered. "Most of this stuff is probably most of the way gone anyways." He picked up a can of aerosol hairspray and shook it. His face turned even pinker when the sound it made indicated it was, in fact, pretty full.

"Ben?" Mal took his chin and turned him to face her. "I don't mind. Really. I just didn't know all this stuff existed. You can keep it all if you like. We can even get a rack for you to hang on the door."

Ben snorted, shifted uncomfortably, and put the bottle back down. "Did you finish bringing all your stuff in?" he asked.

"No, just my clothes," Mal replied, deciding to accept his subject change. "I've still got to go through all those gowns. Are you going to finish up in here?"

Ben nodded, and that was the end of it.

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The night before the wedding, Ben and Evie fell into a deep discussion about Mal. And not just any discussion.

"Well, the thing is, every color you put on her has to be muted by purple, otherwise it'll clash with her hair," Evie explained, emphasizing with her hands.

"I see that," Ben agreed. "Have you tried doing neutral colors only on her? Browns, golds, greys, that sort of thing?"

"I've done silver and black," Evie shrugged, "But I don't have very many browns. I sent her all my purples when she moved out. Maybe I'll have to send her some browns too."

"Did you send any blues?" Ben asked. At this point, he reached out for Mal, who was sitting on the ottoman as he was on the couch and took her face to show Evie as he spoke. "I want to try and do some blue atop her lid and purple underneath. What do you think?"

"That would look nice," Evie agreed. "It's a good thing you know what you're doing. You'll have to keep her looking presentable from day to day."

"Ouch." Mal stuck out her tongue.

"Oh, hush," Evie rolled her eyes. "We both know that without me, and now him, you'd never even brush your hair."

"You can do makeup?" A voice asked behind the couch. Ben and Evie both looked up. It was Chad. He looked very confused.

There was a pause and a hand landed on Ben's shoulder. Everyone looked up to see Hades, who had one eyebrow raised. "The kid's on TV every week," he snorted. "He's gotta know how to cover up at least a little." He flicked Ben's ear. Ben flinched.

"Yeah, he's really good," Evie confirmed. "I was amazed the first time he did mine."

"What I don't understand is why I have to be your guinea pig," Mal complained. "If you like it so much, put it on yourself. Leave me out of this."

"Well, Ben can't do that," Chad laughed. "He's a guy!"

A few people who had started listening to their conversation laughed along with Chad. But, Mal noticed the islanders all exchanged looks. Jay and Carlos looked down at the ground with their shoulders slumping in confusion. Behind them, Audrey laughed along with Jane and several other members of their graduating class. Ben's hand fell from Mal's face. She reached to try and take his hand but he withdrew too fast, leaning back into the couch and nodding with everyone else as if that argument made sense. Mal looked up, baffled, at Hades. Some sort of cross-dimension understanding passed between them. Ben would stand up for other people. He'd never stand up for himself.

"I don't get it," Hades announced. His voice boomed off the walls and everyone stopped. Ben wrinkled his nose and looked up. Everyone else stared. No one seemed sure of how to respond.

"What's there to get?" Adam asked, dropping his glass onto a nearby table and stepping forward. Immediately, the mood of the room darkened. Mal exhaled. She appreciated Hades speaking up but wished Adam had stayed silent. Ben's dad still hadn't learned to get along with his son's in-laws.

"I don't get the joke," Hades deadpanned. "Explain it."

"It wasn't exactly a joke," Belle set a hand on Adam's chest. She, too, felt a fight coming. "It's just… a reaction to the obvious being stated."

"What obvious?" Hades asked, arching an eyebrow.

"That men don't wear makeup," Belle asked, blinking as if it should be obvious.

Hades held up a hand in response. All his nails were painted slate grey. Everyone exchanged glances. No one seemed sure of what to say. Mal fought to hide a smirk as she watched Ben glance down at his own nails, then around at everyone else in the room. "Well…" Belle stammered.

"Yeah, I don't see the issue!" Carlos spat out, glancing with pursed lips at Jane, who suddenly looked embarrassed. Jay was nodding along to his words. "Evie does stuff on us all the time and sure, while we don't usually like having it on for too long, it doesn't make it wrong."

"Plenty of guys on the Isle wear makeup all the time," Jay agreed. "Not me, but lots of girls don't wear makeup and they're not destroying society. I don't get why he couldn't if he wanted to."

"Well," Adam snapped, "Ben is a respectable young man who-"

"Excuse you!" Hades snapped as both Carlos and Jay's faces also twisted into rage. "What are you trying to imply?"

"Well, see here-"

"Enough!" Ben called, holding up a hand. Everyone stopped. "What my parents mean is that in Auradon, it's not customary for men to wear makeup or have their nails done. Especially in higher circles. No one wants to change the way you or anyone from the Isle chooses to dress, however, because we know the atmosphere is different there."

Jay and Hades pursed their lips. Carlos looked at the ground in anger. But the conversation was over. Ben had ended it. And with a clap of his hands and the brief announcement of "Let's move on," the party continued. Those who had gathered dispersed. Adam was led away by Belle. Ben got to his feet and smiled at Mal as he passed her by. "Be right back," he whispered.

"Ben…" Mal got to her feet. "Where are you going?"

"Just out on the porch," He assured her. "Everything is okay. I'm just feeling a little warm."

"Can I come with?" she asked. He immediately offered her his arm. They disappeared from the party. Ben took her outside and they switched from linked elbows to an arms-around-shoulders hold. She looked up at the stars as they walked and sighed. "Why do you care what they think, Ben?"

Ben seemed shocked by the question. "I don't care," he disagreed. "What makes you think that?"

"The way you act when they disagree."

Ben gave her an incredulous look. "Like how? My parents objected to changing the Isle. They objected to you. They objected to opening the barrier. What makes you think I let anyone in there stomp around on me?"

"You're very good at standing up for other people," Mal agreed. "When are you going to stand up for yourself?"

She found his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it as Ben pondered his response. "I just… don't think I need anything." He laughed. "How could I, when so many other people are suffering? And everything else… it doesn't matter. I have you now, and you're the only thing I want." And he squeezed her hand to support his words.

Mal hummed. "You know… what Chad and your dad were saying… It doesn't matter. I'd still be proud to be with you even if you wanted to-"

"Mal," Ben cut her off. "I appreciate the support. But I don't want to talk about it."

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It was the very first day of their honeymoon and Mal woke up with her arms tangled in around Ben's head with his arms encircling her, squeezing her tightly to him. She felt him shift and then his eyes opened. When he was awake enough for fine motor skills to be a possibility, he took her face in between his palms and kissed her. She sighed against his lips, closed her eyes to enjoy it, and didn't protest when Ben drew away for air. But then she heard him laugh and opened her eyes to see what had him giggling.

He cupped her cheeks and traced her eyes with his fingertips. Was he like her, astounded that she was finally his wife? Marveling at the fact someone like him could even exist?

He probably was, but he still shook his head with a wide, white smile and kissed her earlobe when he leaned over to whisper: "We never took off your makeup last night."

Mal blinked in surprise. Her face still had everything Evie coated on it for the wedding yesterday, then. Now with added sweat and smudging. She traced Ben's face with her nails and then laughed before descending into a state of mirth. She could see in his eyes how he meant the comment – a reminder to himself for future nights so he could continue to take care of her, but it was still hilarious to her. This was the first day of her married life. She was still sore from the corset and the heels and everything that happened yesterday. She was lying beside her husband on a beach in Motuni and she was a queen and Ben was scolding himself for not remembering to help her remove her makeup – something she was perfectly capable of doing herself.

Ben cupped her face tighter with bruising fingers and brought her face closer to kiss her again. "Gods, you're so beautiful," he murmured. Mal smiled. She'd never been insecure about her appearance, but it was easy to be confident in herself when Ben was gasping for breath at every glance.

Still, she teased him. "Oh?" She asked. "Because I still have all this gunk on my face?"

Ben's worshipping expression turned to horror. "No!" he gasped. "I didn't mean that at all, I swear-"

"I know," Mal cut him off. "Don't worry. I was just teasing." She kissed his cheek, then the tip of his nose, and finally fell back onto his mouth with a satisfied sigh. "You're so beautiful too," she mumbled and couldn't keep her smile from going wider at the shiver of satisfaction that went through him.

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Ben loved the children in the courts. The children of the other royals and their old friends who had married and become parents. Chad had a daughter who was one of the most precious people in Auradon, as far as Ben was concerned, and it was her and her friends who Ben loved to hang out with when the real meetings let out.

Sometimes, the other ladies of the court gave Mal suggestive nods and said things like: "It's about time he had children of his own, isn't it?" when they watched him being pulled away by the groups of ecstatic toddlers. It wasn't easy to watch them wink and raise their eyebrows when they asked where he was and she had to bite out that he was entertaining the younger half of the courts. "Oh, any of his kids in the mix this time?" they asked and she painted on a smile to reply "I don't recall ever being pregnant."

But goodness, she loved walking out of meetings and finding him enraptured with the little kids. Face lit up, eyes bright as they sat around a children's table and proposed fake laws governing tea parties with stuffed bears overseeing their actions. They fit in breaks for fake cake about every thirty seconds. Mal wished that the real courts also got cake breaks.

Today, when she'd finally managed to tear herself away from the talons of the other court ladies, she found Ben exactly where she thought she would. He sat at the head of a nursery table in a child's chair, Dozens of little kids climbed around him, babbling in such a continuous stream that Mal couldn't understand a single one. She saw the pictorial notes of gold crayon coins and one with long, grey bars that must represent prison and thought that the 'courts' must have just let out. Now, Ben is leaning forward with rapt attention as Chad's daughter shows off a black box with a glittery lid to him and her friends.

"Look!" She exclaimed. "My dad got me nail polish and it smells like strawberries!"

The other kids lean in with interest. Ben glanced up and raised his eyebrows at her as she approached. "Ah!" he exclaimed. "It's my favorite Lady of the Court! We were conversing of your beauty and wisdom today during our session."

"Were you?" Mal laughed as a little boy tugged on Ben's pant leg.

"What does conversing mean?" he asked.

"We were talking," a girl supplied. "King Benjamin of the Table Courts decreed that he couldn't make a decision without consulting her graciousness."

"Which reminds me," Ben turned to Mal. "It has been proposed that the official colors of Auradon be altered to include pink and orange. May we have your input?"

Mal snorted. "I think you would look dashing in pink and orange," she told him. "But what about purple?"

"We can do purple and pink and orange and blue and gold?" Someone proposed.

"All in favor?" Ben asked, raising his right hand. Around the table, hands flew into the air. The only one who didn't was the young man who had been put in charge of recoloring the Beast Crest. He pouted with a broken pink crayon in hand.

"It doesn't go together!" he mourned.

"Queen Mal?" Chad's daughter called. "Can I paint your nails the new colors?"

Mal winced. The strawberry-scented polish made it more tempting, but only slightly so. "I'm sorry, but I don't like having my nails painted."

"Aww, please?" Chad's daughter put her lips together.

"Can we do your nails?" a boy asked Ben instead, poking his arm. A few of the older boys wrinkled their noses in silent protests. Even at their young age, they sent disdainful looks towards Mal, clearly thinking it should be her responsibility, as the woman of the household, to entertain the kids and let them doll her up. Not the king.

"Absolutely," Ben exclaimed. He put his hands down on the table as little hands began shakily unscrewing bottles. Ben glanced sideways at Mal to gauge her reaction before the kids began spreading his fingers. She moved to stand behind him and knit her fingers into his hair. Ben leaned into her touch as she tousled his hair and she smiled. Colors began to be spread on his fingertips, with the older kids helping to keep the polish mostly contained. Ben looked amused. Mal couldn't resist leaning forward to kiss his head. She couldn't wait to have his colorful hands on her body later.

"Can we do your hair?" One of the kids asked Ben, producing plastic hair extensions from a nearby dress-up chest.

"Umm," Ben glanced up at Mal, who immediately withdrew her hands and sat down in a child's seat beside him. Then, as hair chalk and barrettes are added into Ben's locks, she ran her fingertips up and down his back. He smiled and leaned back into her touch and dropped his head back so the little kids could reach it better. He looked comfortable and happy – even when his hairs are yanked and pulled. Mal loved this soft, blissful side of her husband. He goes this way sometimes – when they cuddled together or when he tuned out in meetings watching her. She loved it. She was addicted to his peace-filled looks and the soft, sweet parts of him.

"Oh, you poor man!" Someone exclaimed as they walked in. Ben and Mal both looked up to watch a woman – a representative from Camelot – clap a hand over her chest in mock shock. "What have they done to you?"

"Mommy, doesn't he look pretty?" A little girl asked, pointing to his cheek.

"Well, honey," her mother laughed. "Boys usually look better without it."

Mal leaned forward to look at Ben's face. Someone had procured a kid's makeup set without her noticing. Smudged and greasy colors were clouded on his eyelids. One of the kids had used a blue flavored lipgloss as blush, so his face had a fluorescent touch to it.

He glanced down a bit as she looked him over and then brought his eyes back up to meet hers. Mal nodded her approval. "You look beautiful," she told him. This, it seemed, was too much for Ben, and he turned away to hide his blush with his hands.

Mal glanced at the fruity-flavored lip glosses and zeroed in on a light pink one. "Is that strawberry?" she demanded.

"Yeah!" The owner held up her set with pride. "Do you want some?"

"Is he wearing any?" Mal asked, looking back at her adorned husband. "I think he might need some."

Ben uncovered his face and waved at a vague patch of skin. "I can taste some, so I think they must have put it on my mouth."

He only realized what she'd been intending to do when she put her fingers in his hair, messing up the other kid's work, and used his locks to drag him closer to her. The kids around them began to groan and complain and even Ben gave a little "ugh" as if to say "Hey, we're still in public with lots of little kids around." Still, she kissed him, drawing his lower lip in between her teeth and smirking when glittery, strawberry-flavored lip gloss coated her tongue.

"You ruined it! The owner of the lip gloss protested. "Now we have to redo it." She uncapped her bottle.

"Oh, no," The Camelot woman shook her head. "No, he doesn't need anymore. Be nice to the poor man."

"It's okay," Ben told her, turning away from Mal's second kiss. "I mean, they're kids. It doesn't matter."

Mal pinched her lips together. She heard the unspoken "It doesn't mean anything," loud and clear, and didn't think she'd ever heard such a lie from him before.

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Through a rare case of happenstance, Ben's workday was cut short while Mal had an extra hour and half of work. She wasn't bitter – Ben more often had extended workdays due to him being the heir and her remaining the consort queen. When she snuck in after her last meeting, she was still in a good mood despite the extra work of the day.

She didn't announce herself as she put her briefcase by the door and then wandered to put her shoes in the closet. The room was dark… that's odd, Ben should have come home already. Then, she noticed the bathroom light on and a smile spread across her face. She put a hand on the doorframe and smiled to see Ben standing in front of the mirror, sleeves rolled up, focusing on something on his arm.

He didn't notice when she stepped in and when she wrapped her arms around him from behind, he almost jumped out of his skin. "Oh! You're home!" he exclaimed. "How was your day?"

"Good," she responded. As he turned to better hug her, she saw marks up and down his arm. Panic seized her and focused. They are only colorful splotches. Mal realizes that her foundation and concealer are set on the counter, open, and different similar shades have been mixed on Ben's arm.

"Oh," she said with relief as Ben tugged his arm away from her, face beet red, and held it to himself as if to protect against an attack. "Oh, it's just makeup, thank goodness!"

Ben blinked. "What did you think it was?" he asked.

"I thought you were cutting yourself," Mal sighed and then set her finger on a partially-visible patch on his arm. Ben watched her put a bit on her finger and then withdraw to dab it on his nose. "That's a good color for you," she said. She laughed as she turned to rinse the color off her fingertip. Ben followed her in rinsing everything off his arm and nose.

They put on a movie and exchange whispers about their day as the commercials run. Then, as the movie began, Ben leaned forward and whispered: "Was that all you wanted to say?"

It took Mal an embarrassingly long time to realize what he was talking about. Ben becomes more withdrawn the longer she thinks. He didn't expect it to be so commonplace to her that she'd forgotten all about it. She can see how her response stuns him.

"Was I supposed to say anything?"

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"Remind me again why we do this?" Mal asked, taking a seat in front of the mirror with a sigh. Ben rolled his eyes as he picked his brush up and began brushing her hair back from her face. He pulled open the second drawer for a claw clip to secure it back and then began pulling out tons and tons of different types of makeup.

"We could just not," Ben shrugged, glancing at her with a smirk. "I could let you do your makeup and you could just not care about the news sources afterward. I mean, it'd be just like when we first started dating, before you got sick of everyone saying things about how-"

"I got it," Mal cut him off, grumbling while he ducked his head to hide his smirk. She gazed at all the different products with a grumble and didn't comment much further than a groan when he handed her a rag and a face scrub and directed her to wash her face off.

"What's that?" Mal snarled at a colorful bottle as Ben set it down. It looked like a kid's product and featured a dancing watermelon slice.

"Relax," Ben snorted. "It's a detangler. So, I spray it in your hair-" he did, one long spritz down a lock that Mal flinched away from, "-and then I take the brush and – viola!" He held up a freshly-detangled lock of hair. Mal perked up.

"Wait, so it makes it so you don't have to take five years detangling my hair?" She asked, picking up the bottle and sneering at the watermelon.

"Exactly," Ben agreed.

"Why didn't you tell me about this back when we first got married?" Mal demanded. "Or better yet, when we first started dating?"

"Because Evie told me it existed last week and I had to go through my acceptance period to realize such a wonderful product existed," Ben explained, taking the bottle from her so he could spray down her hair. "Also because I had to have Chip run down to town for it."

Mal sighed in relief as Ben brushed through her hair without any trouble and finished scrubbing her face with the rag. Ben plugged in a set of hot rollers, which Mal also sneered at before he began picking his way through the makeup. She held still as Ben drew contour lines across her face, around her nose, and underneath her eyes. She grumbled and shifted as he twisted her hair up in the rollers and flinched away briefly when he applied primer to her eyelids, but then melted into his palms when he cupped her cheek to blend a striking mix of black, green, and gold across her eyelids.

"You don't need three different reds," Mal deadpanned when Ben withdrew blush brushes to drag across her cheekbones. "They all look the same once they're on anyway."

"I don't get to do this on me, so just hush," Ben implored. "And they don't look the same. This one has blue undertones and this one has yellow."

"Blue?" Mal repeated. "They're all reds!"

"You're an artist – shouldn't you know the difference in colors?"

"My knowledge only applies to noble forms of art."

Ben flicked out the wings of Mal's eyeliner. When he was satisfied, he handed her a mascara tube and then turned to sort through lipsticks. Mal sighed and leaned closer to the mirror, pinching her lips into a frown as she unscrewed the tube.

"I hate this stuff," She snapped when she was done with the first eye.

"I know," Ben replied simply. "But hey, you'll be the talk of the tabloids and I get to play with makeup. Win-win."

Mal only grumbled and tossed the tube back into the mix. Ben snorted and turned around with a vivid pink in his hand. On the back of his arm, he'd tested a few different shades to find the one he was looking for. Mal snorted when she saw the streaks. Ben took her face with a soft touch and drew her in closer, almost with gaze alone. Mal's eyes landed on his lips as he dragged his thumb over her bottom lip to part the two and uncapped the lipstick with his other thumb.

"Hold still," he whispered. Mal blushed underneath her makeup at his tone. Ben dragged the tip of the stick around the perimeter of her mouth and then slowly filled it in, cradling her jaw all the while.

He kept hold of her face when finished until her cheeks flushed and she leaned forward into him. Then he withdrew with a laugh and started removing rollers from her hair. turned her back towards the mirror with a proud expression. "See?" He beamed. "You're going to blow everyone away tonight."

"All thanks to you," Mal hummed, closing her eyes and leaning back into him. Ben's smile only grew even brighter and more proud. "Ben, why don't you do this to yourself every once in a while? Let Auradon know that you like it and you think it's fun. It won't make you any less of a king to them."

Ben's smile faded and he shrugged. "I'm kinda content to just play with your appearance," he shrugged. "And all of this doesn't usually fit in well with suits."

"Wear a dress, then," Mal suggested, but at this, Ben's face twisted into one of clear disgust. He liked his suits. "Or not. Well, you could always do a bit of blue eyeliner and get away with it. That's what Evie does when the kids get her too busy."

Ben shrugged. "Maybe," he agreed. "I remember I used to paint my nails as a pre-teen, but I stopped once I got to high school. Audrey once told me that she didn't think nail polish belonged on guys."

"Audrey is a traditional princess," Mal kissed his cheek, leaving a faint imprint that Ben immediately wiped away before catching her face to correct her lip coat with his nail. "You're not a traditional king. Everyone already knows that."

"That is true," Ben shrugged in acquiescence. "Maybe I'll try it sometime. We could do something to you too."

"I could get some horns?" Mal offered with a smirk that was just… evil spreading across her face.

Ben burst into laughter and then kissed the top of her curly hair. "God, you look beautiful," he whispered.

Mal turned and pressed her forehead against his shirt. "Only with you here," she replied.

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After the party, he tossed his jacket onto the back of his chair, kicked off his shoes, and laid back on the couch with his phone. Mal dropped her shoes by his and began stripping out of her dress before she even made it into the bathroom. Ben snorted and didn't protest the view.

When she came back, clad in one of his bathrobes and scrubbing mascara off her eyelashes, he was still lying on the couch and looking through his phone. She dropped onto him and nuzzled her head into his chest. Ben immediately dropped his phone to cuddle with her, but his focus didn't immediately turn to holding her, as she had hoped. Instead, he ran his fingertips up and down her back and smiled brightly.

Mal kissed his cheek. "What's got you so smug?" she asked.

"You," he hummed. "You made national news tonight."

"Of course I did," Mal rolled her eyes. "I was beside you."

Ben ran a hand through her hair. "Didn't have too much to do with me. Everyone said you looked beautiful, flawless."

"Ah," Mal nodded. "So it had everything to do with you."

Ben snorted. "Not even," he reprimanded, and finally, the evening was over.

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"Stay still!" Evie snapped across the room.

"I'm try'na focus on-"

"Carlos!"

"Evie!"

"Dear God, Evie," Jay grumbled as he tapped feverishly on his phone screen. "He's busy. Let him be."

"Yeah!" Carlos groaned. "Use Mal! She's not in the middle of anything!"

"You keep that stuff away from me," Mal hissed. She glared at Evie's collection. Evie's new makeup set had come in and she was ecstatic to try it out. Jay had already been decorated and Mal had utterly refused.

Jay gave Mal an exasperated look. "Come on," he complained. "Aren't you used to it now?"

"Yeah!" Evie agreed. "You're the queen! You have to get dolled up all the time."

"Exactly," Mal rolled her eyes. "This is my off day. You're not ruining it."

"An off day for your face?" Evie repeated incredulously.

"Exactly," Mal agreed. "Ben already tried to change my mind."

"Of course Ben tried," Carlos rolled his eyes and dodged Evie's blush brush in an effort to stay focused on his computer screen. Mal looked and stared at Carlos, waiting for him to finish. "He's just like Evie!"

"Imagine if Ben and Evie had gotten married," Jay snorted. "They'd never have left the house."

Evie and Mal both simultaneously rolled their eyes and shook their heads. Carlos flinched away from Evie as she tried again to finish contouring his cheek.

The door opened. Mal glimpsed royal blue out of the corner of her eye and groaned before pulling the pillow she'd been lying against over her face. "No!" she complained. "It's my off-day! I'm not doing any work!"

"I was just coming to see if you wanted to-"

"Ben!" Evie shouted, withdrawing from Carlos, who breathed a little sigh of relief. "Perfect timing! Sit your butt down now!" She gestured firmly at a seat and Ben fell into it, looking a little concerned.

"What did I do?" Ben asked, glancing at Mal for help. "Is there a prob – gah!" Evie had smeared a great glob of foundation onto his cheek. She seized his chin to keep him from squirming and began spreading it around. Ben relaxed as he realized what was going on. "Oh, I see. Evie needs a doll." He allowed her to maneuver his head around. Evie sighed in relief.

"See guys? Ben doesn't squirm."

"We've already established that Ben isn't human," Mal called. "Let's move on."

"I'm not human?" Ben asked. His voice was mumbled since he didn't want to budge Evie while she worked. "What am I, then?"

"An angel," Evie informed him. "We think Belle came straight from heaven and, as her son, that makes you an angel too."

"I'm not sure that's how genetics works," Ben replied.

Carlos glanced over his screen at Ben. "How much makeup does he usually wear, Mal?" He asked. "I see no difference."

Mal spared her husband a lazy glance and watched him raise an eyebrow. "The difference is in his smile," she said. He blushed and rolled his eyes, and she decided to keep going. "But yeah, he's handsome no matter what."

Ben shook his head and then Evie tilted his head back to have better access to his eyes. Mal kept glancing up to watch as Evie skillfully decorated his eyes with a variety of vibrant colors, a bit like a peacock's feathers. She used more and more slate grey as she moved closer to his eyes and then it was eyeliner and mascara and then she began prepping his mouth to apply something to it. And it was at that point Mal had to put her foot down.

"Okay, Evie," she announced, throwing her phone onto the bed and getting to her feet. "I'll do his lip color."

"What?" Evie protested. "But he's my doll right now!"

"He's my husband," Mal replied, budging Evie aside and reaching forward to run her fingers down the edge of Ben's jaw. He squirmed like it tickled and then leaned into her touch. His eyes looked like they were on fire. Oh, she was going to have so much fun taking this all off later. She pictured him sweaty, head thrown back, and Ben leaned into her hand even more. Something in her eyes must have prompted him.

"Well, isn't that sexy?" Carlos drawled. Jay snorted in agreement. Evie sighed and took a step away, palming a dark pink lip gloss to Mal. Mal smirked as she uncapped it.

"Now," she muttered. "I'm not a natural like you and Evie are, but I've learned a thing or two from being with you." She ran her thumb across his lower lip and his mouth fell open with a sigh. She smirked as she outlined the outside of his upper lip and began to fill in the rest of it.

The door opened. Evie waved at the newcomer, but Mal didn't look up. Ben was trying not to smile as she cupped his chin and she was rather focused on how attractive he looked with all those dark colors on his eyes and the way he was blushing and nearly drooling as she began the left side of his mouth. She was fighting the urge to drop into his lap in front of her friends.

"What are you doing to him?" Former King Adam demanded, eyes wide as he took in the sight of his decorated son. Ben's head snapped around to face his confused parents. Mal frowned to see the arousal in his eyes turn to fear. She glanced towards Belle and Adam, glowering.

"I needed a doll," Evie volunteered. "And Ben happened to walk in. Mal and Carlos wouldn't let me and Jay's done."

Belle and Adam glanced over at Jay, who put two fingers into the air with a peace sign, puckering his shiny red lips.

Mal pinched her lips together and turned Ben's face back towards her. "Almost done," she said.

"What's Mal doing that for?" Adam demanded.

"She didn't want to let Evie cup Ben's face," Carlos provided.

"There!" Mal exclaimed, capping the lip gloss. "Don't you look attractive?" Ben blushed a little. She ran a hand down his jaw and then finally fell into temptation and dropped onto his lap. His hands grabbed her thighs to keep them both balanced. She saw him take a glance towards his parents and so she leaned forward and kissed him. Ben jolted backward.

"Mal!" He complained. "You ruined it!"

"Finishing touch." Mal ran her hands through his hair. "Gods, you look delicious."

Ben flushed again and braved up the courage to look at his parents. "What do you think, mother?" he asked.

Belle shrugged, putting a hand up to her chin as she thought. "It's not a horrible look," she decided. "Just odd to see it on you. I wouldn't mind it if Evie did that to me sometimes."

Adam shook his head and snorted. "I wouldn't make it a regular thing," he muttered.

Mal hummed, leaning to nip at his ear a little bit. She didn't care that she was being a tad indecent in front of his parents. "I wouldn't mind," she muttered in his ear and didn't miss the way his hands tightened on her thighs.

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She put a photo up on the Internet one night. It was of them both with matching makeup in the bathroom. Ben thought it was a personal photo to be kept on her phone but in reality, it was a social experiment.

823 likes were on the photo when she woke up in the morning. She made sure to disable the reblogs and the site she uses doesn't allow for dislikes. She knew that wouldn't prevent screenshots or the tabloids, but hopefully, it'd make it harder for Ben to look through people's comments. She captioned it simply: "We match."

It was a bit of an underreaction. No articles aside from the ones that announce the photo's existence. Lots of likes, but only 34 comments. Mal wasn't sure what she expected. She knew the world wasn't going to stop turning, but people barely care at all. Most of the comments are simple. Only a few are not.

"Geesh, didn't realize the king was one of those people."

"I can't believe he would let her do that to him. Poor Guy. Real Stellar, though."

Ben texted her shortly after lunch. "You posted it?" He asked. She didn't reply because they both knew the answer. He can look up the original post anyways – they follow each other.

That night, she said nothing when she leaned over his shoulder and he was skimming through the comments. Lists and lists of "😍" and "❤️". A few sparse comments of "You're both so gorgeous" and "I wish I was u." One read "He wears it better."

"Interesting," Mal muttered. "How many views on that post?"

"Just under a million," He muttered back. "Standard numbers for a day considering it was posted by the Queen of Auradon." He scrolled back up quickly, knowing she was still looking over his shoulder, and stopped beside a comment with a blue checkmark beside the user's name, indicating a confirmed account of someone important. Former King Adam: "Are you going to make this a regular thing?"

Mal scrolled one down and there is luckily just the sort of comment she needs right underneath it. "Such a good-looking pair! King Ben is rocking that contour!"

Ben just stared at it. Then he turned off his phone.

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Five past seven and Ben wasn't home yet. Mal was debating calling the guards. Because, for as popular as they were and for everything they were allowed to do, he was still the King of Auradon and shouldn't be allowed to go missing for too long.

Ten past and she was pacing, turning her phone on and off. Then fifteen minutes have gone and she's finally dialing the number for the guards. They can find where he and she are at all times, even without going out to hunt him down. Ben's been microchipped to a computer since he was four days old and Mal underwent the same surgery upon returning from their honeymoon. It's one of the reasons they have the freedom to do so many things and go so many places. Once, when processing a new computer system, Ben's chip went momentarily offline and they locked him into a secure room for the three hours it took for the chip to be reinstated. They'd even been considering putting him in for a second surgery.

All things considered, the guards would be able to find Ben easily.

Right as her finger was hovering over the "call" button, the handle on the door turned. She'd never spun around so quickly. "Oh, Ben!" She exclaimed, tossing her phone onto the bed. "Where were you? I was just about to call the guards."

"Sorry I worried you," Ben muttered. He dropped three bags from a supermarket onto the bed beside her phone and stooped to give her a proper hug. Mal twisted and turned to peer at the bags.

"Did you go to the store?" She asked.

Ben nodded. She sat down on the bed as he made to pick up the bags and then simply tightened his jaw and began unpacking things. Mal blinked in surprise. Mascara, eyeshadow, three types of primer and foundation. Concealing cream, fake lashes… why so much?

"We don't have another royal event for two weeks," Mal moaned. "Why now? Is this all for me?"

Ben's hands faltered as he ripped off the packaging to a blue eyeliner. "No," he said softly. "I thought I would try something new. Yours is all purple and mine's blue. I decided… people don't generally notice and-"

"It's for you?" Mal sighed in relief. "Fantastic. Are you planning on wearing it for work?"

Ben shrugged. "Maybe?" he whispered. "I wouldn't want you to get embarrassed or anything."

"Never," Mal shook her head. She laid down on the bed before almost immediately popping back up with a smirk. She jumped off the bed, rushed to the closet, and began ripping things out. Her sudden movement made Ben jump, but he didn't say anything until she pulled out a pair of heels and a blue skirt she'd shoved to the back of her closet.

"Uh, Mal, I do enjoy wearing suits and I-"

"Here!" Mal exclaimed, throwing the shoes aside and coming up with a large drawstring bag. She loosened the string and upended everything onto the bed. Dozens and dozens of color palettes and lipsticks that she'd been sent over all the years of being friends with Evie and working in the courts as Ben's lady – things makeup companies and old friends and persistent people from the court who didn't approve of her would send – spread out all over the bed. One that seemed to have been made of pure silver sparkles had broken and so glitter rained down on top of the palettes. "Now that you're wearing makeup, you can take some of this stuff off my hands! Do you want it all? I won't be using it."

Ben blinked down at the pile. He seemed very unsure of what to say.

"If you don't want it then I'll probably just get rid of it," Mal nudged him.

He shook his head, dumbfounded. "You…" he put a hand to his head and smiled. "-are the best person ever." He pulled her into a hug. "Are you sure you won't be embarrassed?"

"No, I won't be," she shook her head. "Unless you wear, like, bubble-gum pink lipstick. Then we might have issues."

"We might have to get a separation order," Ben laughed. He let her withdraw only so he could lean down and give her a quick kiss before picking her up by her hips and setting her down on the bed. "But… you're okay with this? You don't think I'm weird because I like this?"

"Of course not," Mal murmured, running her fingertips down his chin. "You're just being a little bit more… Isle. We don't care as much as Auradon does." She curled her fingers into his hair with bruising tension. "And you know I like messing it up."

Ben shook his head and buried his nose into her shoulder. "Thank you," he murmured. "I love you."

"I love you too, Beastie."

#descendants #fanfics #ben x mal #bal #queen mal #mal #ben #king ben #makeup #gender roles

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hitchell-mope · 4 years

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(Third film. After “who I am”. Mal Hades and Uma freeze for a moment. The gravity of their bonding moment sinking in. Then they burst out laughing. And they’re only stopped by Harry flying through the closed french windows and crashing into the gazebo)

Ben: sorry. My bad. He encroached on my personal space

Harriet: he walked past you

Ben: he walked past behind me.

Harriet: so the fuck what?

Mal: Ben’s got a fight or flight response when it comes to the gnome.

Gil: it’s what happens when you do what Harry did to him

Cj: which is what exactly?

Ben: kidnapping me, trying to sell Gil to me, attempted to kill me and was accessory to the almost capsizing of the cotillion yacht that me and all my friends were on

Cj: that is barely worth mentioning and in any

Evie: Ok everyone shut up I need to talk to the happy couple

Harry: I think my legs are broked

Evie: no one cares flapjack face. Ben. Mal. Join me at the kitchen island

Mal: you wanna tell her or shall I?

Ben: umm. Me? (Mal gives him the go ahead). Um. Evie. Uh. Heheh. We sort of decided on most of the um important stuff so you don’t have to plan. You just have organise

Evie: and the four things?

Mal: I can create my new dress with magic. I’m going to ask my mom if I can borrow a necklace. I’ve got the class ring Ben gave me. And I can redo the hair streaks my exposure to the ember made for the ceremony. Sorted

Evie (through a forced, fixed smile): so I’m utterly superfluous

Carlos: pretty much yeah.

Jay: c’mon E. this is probably gonna be the first royal wedding in history where the couple have their heads on screwed on right

Evie: mhmm mhmm yeah yes of that is true however HOWEVER there’s the little slight wrinkle of me being all but shut out from the proceedings

Mal: you’re still in the party. After Jane - oh shit Jane! - and Evie’s fainted. Doug, buddy, could you alert me when she wakes up. I gotta go talk with the guest of honour

(She bustles over your Jane who’s just outside and nursing a large glass)

Mal: hey bud

Jane (slightly glazed look in her eye): heya Mally. How’re hic you doin?

Mal: I actually came over to see how you were doing. I got wrapped in my own drama again. I’m sorry

Jane: ah don’t be. I’ve come to expect. Nothings about me. Never. Not even my own birthdays. You know in my four teeth I got ‘tention?

Mal: no

Jane: Chas copied off me in algebra. Ma thought I cheated. Registration thingumy. Him fore I. So I spent that afternoon clapping erasers. So see. Never bout me

Mal: ah. Well this was supposed to be about you. And I’ve shirked you to a corner drinking....

Jane: 🎶colada’🎶

Mal: right. Judging your countenance I’d say not a virgin one. How many have you had?

Jane: one. About eighty, eighty eight times? I think. Might be more

Mal: I see. Wanna stitck by me for the evening?

Jane (pouty): will you show off those sceptre tricks you’ve been working on?

Mal (chuckling): if you want

Hades (from the kitchen): Mal! Evie is awake and demanding your presence

Evie: I refuse to be shut out!

Mal: (long, long sigh) I am so sorry Jane. Let me try and make things better.

(She points her finger at the ground and Hadie materialises in a plume of green smoke. He’s trying a hat on)

Hadie: strange, I could’ve sworn there was a mirror there

Mal: what in dad’s name are you wearing?

Hadie: oh. Doug said I should get changed. Lovely guy by the way. Evie chose well. Dizzy took me upstairs to the changing rooms. And I saw a large picture as I passed her room. He was wearing this precise outfit. So I replicated the look and was just fixing the hat when you summoned me. You like?

Mal (very calm): Jefferson. Please tell me you replicated the look and not replaced it. All three of them will kill me if that posters wearing a bathrobe

Hadie: (beat) ok. NOW it’s replicated

Mal: good. Now could you please do me a favour and keep an eye on Jane? Birthday girl shouldn’t be left alone

Hadie: it’d be my pleasure

Mal: great thanks. I gotta go

Jane: he’s tall. Er then me

(Mal goes back into the house and heads towards Evie)

Mal: what is it now?

Evie: you just can’t keep me out of your wedding planning. I’m the WEDDING PLANNER

Ben: we’re not keeping you out E. We’re just shutting down the ideas we don’t like

Evie: you’re not even supposed to be part of the conversation! You’re the groom you’re only job is to show up sober

Mal: really? Well that scuppers my plans to be blitzed during the ceremony

Evie: oh here we go...

(As they continue arguing Uma heaves a long suffering sigh and goes outside, Lonnie goes over to check up on Gil who’s eyes are scrunched shut with his hands over his ears)

Lonnie: you ok

Gil: I don’t like it when my friends fight

Lonnie: I know. Hey jay. Could you help us out here please?

Jay: sure. Hmmm. Ooh. I know. To get rid of these ants in their pants/I command thee all to get up and dance.

(Some music starts up and everyone freezes)

Jay (taking Gil’s hands away from his ears): at your leisure qayidi 'aw rbany

(This is when “backflip” happens. After the song the spells breaks)

Evie: what happened?

Lonnie: you three were arguing, Gil got upset so Jay broke the argument up and we all danced

Mal: sorry bud

Ben: sorry bro

Evie: yeah sorry

Gil: s’ok

Evie: what were we arguing about?

Mal: beats me

Ben: ditto

Cj: I know

Jay: no ya don’t

Cj: ....uhhhh....OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO HARRY!

Ben (much more then dismissively): eh he’ll be fine. Where’s Uma?

Elsa (refreezing the now lukewarm beer): she headed back outside Benjamin

Ben: ohhhh yeah uhhhh heheh you mind?

Mal: nah, go ahead. Do what you gotta do

Ben: thank you

(Outside Uma’s ranting and raving about how Mal “always wins” and how she “always loses” but she stops when Ben approaches her)

Uma: ohhhh What do you want?

Ben: talk?

Uma: oh yeah? What about?

Ben: uh, you?

Uma: why? I could see you lot in there perfectly happy, dancing about, not a care in the damn world, you and your FUCKING FRIVOLITY!!!!

Ben: ohhhh riiiight yeah I understand now, can’t be easy. Worlds in tatters, your entire life perceptions been upended, you think you’ve got on the same page with some of your family then you see your cousins arguing about wedding planning so you don’t think they’re taking things seriously. Completely understandable

Uma:...yeah I’m a little tipsy so you’re gonna have to slow down

Ben: you think you patched things up with Mal then you turn around and she’s not focusing on what you deem necessary

Uma: I’m not gonna “patch things up” until she admits and pays for what she did to me

Ben: what more can she do though? I mean seriously. She apologised, tried to let you kill her and she’s protected celia throughout most of today. Most things are a two way street Uma. And it’s up to you wether you accept her apology or not. No one can but you

Uma: I...don’t...KNOW. I DUNNO! GOD! I can’t stand it! She gets everything! The title, the reverence, the power, immortality! This past year I’ve been in my own personal hell while she’s been over here swanning about and owning the whole fucking place! It’s not fair that she gets all this and I get pruny hands and a barnaclised first mate!

Ben: have you told Mal this?

Uma: what? And be vulnerable towards the cow? I thought you were smart

Ben: (chuckles) m’sorry. Shouldn’t laugh

Uma (scoffing): s’alright. It’s pathetic. I’m pathetic. But I can’t help it. Cause when she’s been here, I’ve been down there. With my oh so delightful mother. And yeah I know it’s stupid. I can’t let it go. I’m not ice bitch. The sea waits and it will have its revenge! I’mramblingaren’tI?

Ben: mhmm. But that’s ok. You deserve it. Honestly every vk on this property has a right to complain and then some.

Uma: im done. You can go

Ben: before I do can I give you my thoughts quick?

Uma: whatever

Ben: I can help you. Believe me. All I want to do is help. But you kidnapped me. You tortured me. You tried to kill me. Why? To stick it to Mal? To make yourself feel better. All you had to do was ask and I would’ve listened to you. I will in fact still listen to you. I want to be friends with you but you need to let this petty vendetta go. It won’t do anyone any good to dwell on the past. I only hope you understand that

Uma: petty? Me? Petty?

Ben: mhmm.

Uma: bitch!

Ben: oh please. Everyone has a fatal flaw. I, apparently, have a tendency to be a smidge naive

Uma (utterly deadpan): really? I never would’ve believed it.

Ben: are you sure you can’t see yourself one day letting what happened go?

Uma: nope

Ben: why not?

Uma: cause it feels right. Evening the score feels right. And frankly I don’t care what you think. It’s simple as that. I don’t care

(This is when “I’ve gotta be me” happens)

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal

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crackheadh0urr · 4 years

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North of Inferno (Audrey Rose x OC!Fem/Daughter of Queen of Hearts)

(I got the entire first part from Archive of Our Own. This part was written by liability(overstatements)so I want to complete it and share with other and if the author is reading this right now, I love it and can you PLEASE finish it?)

I was used to the stares by now. Anyone who’s the child of exiled royalty is. The great ruler of a land reduced to nothing but insanity is something everyone talks about, forgetting the fact that they are nothing, too.

My mother isn’t my defining characteristic; she never will be. She lost the throne, her title, her castle, her riches. I’ve lost nothing, only the chance to ever live the life of luxury due to my mother’s mistakes. My mother is nothing more than a fool, the deck of cards flipping until the queen takes the place of the joker.

Now we live on the Isle. I never got to remember the castle. By the time I was old enough to walk or remember anything, I was pickpocketing on the streets of the Isle.

It’s not as if anything’s changed. Stealing is the only way to survive. No one makes an honest living on the Isle. It’s impossible. No one has friends, only bonds that are strong enough to not let the chance of food or money ruin it. Nothing matters except for survival.

Which is exactly what got me into this mess.

My hands are never empty. There’s always something in them. It’s known to never leave pockets unchecked. If someone were to keep their guard down, then there’d be nothing to protect anymore.

But that’s how I survive. The innocent who don’t know better are the ones that unknowingly help me.

I don’t have to think before I have the few cents someone has in my hand. It’s clockwork.

Taking the wrong person’s things ends badly. The sons of Gaston are rough if they find that someone’s stolen from them. I have the black eye to prove it.

Then there are other people that nobody steals from. At least, I know not to.

Dr. Facilier’s children are off limits. Since the doctor supplies all the drugs the Isle needs, nobody wants to risk being cut off.

I don’t steal from those that would be considered close to me. As long as they don’t backstab me, I keep my hands away.

And then there’s the Four. Mal Drakon, Jay Nazari, Carlos de Vil, Evie Queen. All of them have one thing in common: a connection to Maleficent, self-proclaimed Queen of the Isle.

Nobody doubts the power that Maleficent used to hold. Here on the Isle she’s nothing. She has no power, she has no staff, and her minions are petty-workers. Yet she steal strikes fear into everyone’s heart because one day maybe, maybe, she’ll get her powers back. Nobody wants to be on the wrong side of that.

It was bad luck that I seemingly forgot about my simple list of people not to steal from. Perhaps it was because I didn’t recognize her from behind, or maybe it was because of the emptiness of my stomach. None of that matters. I still stole from Evie Queen, and now I would pay for it.

Blood was bitter to taste, and it filled my nose with the scent of iron. My back dug against the chainlink fence, but I didn’t care.

A grin stretched my lips as I looked at the boy in front of me. Evie Queen stood back a little, a small frown playing on her lips as she watched everything unfold in front of her.

“Is this really necessary, Jay? All this grandeur was never really you,” I teased, tasting the blood drip from my busted lip.

“Give it back,” Evie said. She tried to sound demanding, but she only sounded weak in my opinion. She should’ve been the one holding me to the fence, not Jay. That was a coward’s move.

I laughed, “It’s all yours, Queenie, but I’m in a little situation right now. It’s not exactly like I can get it right now.”

My eyes slid to the entrance of the alleyway they pulled me in. I was on my way home when they ambushed me, and I was helpless except to provoke them into letting me go.

Jay patted me down, feeling the pocket with the item in question was: a necklace, gold with a little rust blemishing it. Evie gasped as she tore the necklace from Jay’s grasp and fastened it around her neck.

I waited a few moments for Jay to let me go, but nothing happened. “You got what you wanted, Nazari. Now let me go.”

“Don’t forget what happened to the last person who fucked with us,” Jay sneered as he released my jacket and backed up next to Evie.

Laughter escaped me as I straightened out my jacket. There was a small stream of blood dropping down onto my chin from my lip. I wiped my hand across it.

“No need to be so vague. I know what happened to them. You weren’t exactly subtle. But I think you should remember that last time that happened, it wasn’t just you there. It was all four of you, together, inseparable.” I laughed to myself. “Like a little best friends group.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Hearts? Are you calling me a coward? You know for a fact that I could take you. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again,” Jay threatened, taking a small step forward.

I was playing with fire at this point. Jay Nazari wasn’t someone to mess with, but here I was. I didn’t care for my life, and I could lose it at any point. Survival would only last for so long before it got boring. Playing with the reaper was the only thing that got me through. Besides, my mother’s a bitch. She’s not worth surviving for. No one is.

“Calm down, Jay,” Evie said quietly to him. She laid a hand on his shoulder, but it didn’t seem to do any good. Jay Nazari was a prideful son of a bitch, and I was practically spitting on him.

“Picking fights in alleyways? How juvenile,” Mal Drakon drawled sarcastically from the mouth of the alleyway.

Right now, Mal was the last person I wanted to see. Her mother was Queen of the Isle, and Mal wasn’t afraid of it. If there was the chance that Mal could be humiliated, her mother was pulled out as the playing card. Mal was never threatened because a threat to her was a threat to the Queen.

Maleficent didn’t care about her daughter; nobody cared about their kids. But Maleficent’s reputation was tied to Mal’s and vice versa.

“Mal,” I spoke curtly. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Shut the fuck up, Hearts.” Mal made her way towards Jay and Evie, standing in between them. “It is actually really fantastic that you’re here right now because my mother and I are going to be paying you and your mother a visit. Along with Jay, Evie, and Carlos and their parents.”

I tried to hide the frown on my face, but I know that they could see it. “What in the hell do you want with me and my mother?”

Fake glee spread on Mal’s face as she made her way closer to me. I was leaning against the fence as casually as I could, but the broken metal was beginning to make its presence known. I wouldn’t let them see my discomfort; I wouldn’t be seen as weak.

“We just have wonderful news, my mother and I. See, it’s this big secret not even Jay and Evie know about,” Mal fake whispered, leaning in close to my ear.

A quick glance behind her told me she was telling me the truth. Both of them were sharing a look of confusion. They had as much idea of what Mal was talking about as I did.

Mal backed up quickly and began to walk towards the exit. “You might want to hurry. My mother planned to be at yours soon. Wouldn’t want your house to look like garbage for guests, would you?”

Jay and Evie followed after Mal like obedient pets. I watched them go with a small frown on my lips. There was nothing that could be hidden on the Isle. If one person learns something they shouldn’t, everyone knows. When Maleficent got pregnant with Mal, it was big news everywhere. I was still too young to remember it, but my mother still talks to herself about it.

The humiliation the queen must’ve faced was enough to fuel my mother’s fantasies of being the Queen of the Isle for weeks. For some reason, my mother believed that Maleficent being pregnant was enough to dethrone her.

It wasn’t, of course. My mother is insane to think that it would. How she ruled over a kingdom for as long as she did is still a mystery to me. Alice dethroning her shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone.

My mother relied on her guards to do everything for her. I don’t have that luxury.

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“Corin!” my mother screamed from the armchair.

I looked to her from the small kitchen that was practically part of the living room. “Yes, Mother?”

“Don’t you dare speak in front of Maleficent when she arrives. Understood? I don’t want you to make a fool of me. I know firsthand how unbelievably stupid you are,” my mother bit out.

“Yes, mother.”

I looked back down to the sink I was cleaning. There were bits of mold that had begun to grow in there due to my mother putting rotten food in there insisting that it was fine.

Her words meant nothing to me at this point. Of course, they hurt. It was my mother. But I’d forget about them by tonight. There was always something else that she’d say to replace her words before that and before that and before that.

My hands felt as if they were bleeding by the time I heard a knock on the door. They practically could’ve pushed it down from that simple force. The door was barely hanging on by a few screws.

“The door, you stupid girl! Get the door,” Mother ordered, throwing her shoe at me.

I dodged the broken heel quickly, trying to get to the door before Mother had time to get her other heel off.

In front of me was Maleficent with the coy smile she always wore on her face. I could see the rest of them cramped into the small hallway that led up to my home.

“Corin, darling,” Maleficent said as she moved into the apartment. I moved aside quickly as the rest of them filled the apartment.

Mal sent me a smirk as she passed, but the rest of the Four looked as uncertain as I felt.

Maleficent sat herself in the armchair across from my mother, leaving the rest to scatter around the small living space.

“Margaret, how do you live like this? It’s simple horrid in here,” Maleficent insulted, waving her hand around flamboyantly. “It’s a good thing I don’t live in a dump like this or none of you would ever hear the end of it.”

Everyone laughed obediently, including my mother. I could tell that she didn’t like the fact that Maleficent was insulting her home, her new castle, but I didn’t care. There was nothing false about what Maleficent was saying. The apartment was garbage, and my mother should know that it is.

“Why are we here? Evie needs her beauty sleep, I can’t have her ruining her face with bags. Look at the wrinkle on her forehead! She’s already ruining her face, and I can’t let it continue,” the Evil Queen lamented.

Maleficent sighed dramatically. “You can’t have conversations with anyone anymore, it seems. Oh, well. I suppose it is important to tell you all.

Our children have been chosen to go to Auradon Prep. They’ll be spending a year there in order to see if they can be good.”

“Carlos isn’t going. He can’t. I’d miss him too much,” Cruella said immediately, a hand on Carlos’s shoulder. I could see him tensing visibly.

“Nonsense, Cruella. Our children will be performing a very important task for us. Won’t you, Mal?”

Mal visibly straightened at the attention of her mother. Everyone knew that she wanted to be “Mommy’s Little Protege”. It would never happen, though. The title of “Mommy’s Little Protege” belonged to Maleficent’s son, Malachi.

Malachi didn’t need his mother’s title in order to become infamous. He had his own methods, some that had the rest of the villains on the Isle afraid of him. I heard rumors that they even frightened Maleficent in the sense of losing her title as Queen of the Isle, but whoever started them was quickly dealt with by the queen herself. Nobody ever heard of anything like it again, but we all know that there’s a chance that it could be true.

The fact that Mal was chosen to attend Auradon Prep probably infuriated Malachi. Mal was his little sister, and everyone knew it. Mal stood in the shadow of her mother and brother, and both of them she would never be able to escape. I knew that she wanted this to be the one thing she could do, not her brother. She’d finally be able to prove something to her mother.

I gave up on the crusade of trying to please my mother a long time ago. That bitch owed me everything now.

“We’re going to steal Fairy Godmother’s wand, and we’re going to destroy the barrier around the Isle,” Mal said. She said it with such confidence that I almost believed that it was true.

One closer look, and I knew that Mal doubted it. Nobody was foolish enough to leave shit like that just out in the open. It was probably under lock and key, away from the hands of anyone who wants it for less than kind reasons. Reasons that we needed it for.

Now Maleficent had the twisted idea that we could get it for her. She had to be high. We were kids. Yes, we were raised in a hellish environment with no hope of ever escaping, but we were still kids. No kid knew how to break in high-security places and not get caught. I didn’t. I only knew how to work the streets.

“And you’re going to do it as quickly as possible,” Jafar added. “I have some unfinished business.”

“Don’t we all,” the Evil Queen laughed. She held Evie’s chin in her hand, scanning her face for any imperfections. When she saw an eyebrow hair out of place, it was promptly plucked. She ignored the winces on her daughter’s face, only chiding “wrinkles” every once in a while.

My mother grabbed my hair, pulling me down to her level. I knew everyone saw it, but they didn’t do anything. What would they do, the parents especially? Act like they had never done it to their own kid?

“You will cut this disgusting blonde out of your hair,” Mother hissed to me, gripping my hair even tighter. I resisted wincing in order to not show weakness in front of the others.

“Yes, Mother. I’ll do it immediately after this meeting is over,” I told her, trying to convince my mother to spare me from this humiliation.

Maleficent smirked, “Lucky for you, it’s over. Hope your scissors aren’t too rusty, wouldn’t want for your hair to be damaged. But your mother is right. Blonde just isn’t your color.”

Mal obediently laughed along with her mother, following her out the door. The rest of them shuffled out, and soon it was me left with my mother. As much as I hated my mother, I think I hated all of them combined even more. They were all simply unbearable, not being able to think for themselves. Maleficent had them crawling on their knees, forgetting the fact that Maleficent was essentially powerless here.

“Why are you still sitting here?” my mother spoke, staring at the pixelated TV screen. I knew instantly what she was referring to.

I didn’t want cut my hair. The ends of my hair had been bleached dyed to a bright blonde. I’d done it weeks ago on a dare with Peia, a daughter of Anastasia Tremaine. My mother knew what she was doing. I was attached to my hair now, and now she was forcing me to cut it off.

Obediently, I did it. I watched the blonde hair fall to the floor. All that was left now was my black hair, curling just above the bottom of my ribs. I hated how much I looked like my mother.

“Corin.”

My mother was impatient when she called me, even if she called me just once. Sometimes, she believes she’s called me, but she hasn’t. She’s going insane, and it’s becoming more and more apparent.

As soon as I got close enough, Mother yanked on my hair once again. She inspected the hair, looking for any hints of the blonde.

She grunted when she saw a small bit of blonde. Mother pulled on my hair, producing a blinding white pain in my scalp as she pulled the hair from my head. I cried out, falling to the floor with my hair still in my mother’s grasp. Tears stung my eyes; I tried my best just to not let them drop to the ground in shame.

“You missed a spot,” she snarled, finally releasing my hair. I almost fell to the bare wooden flooring when she let me go.

Mother still assessed me from her place on the couch. “You will enter Auradon as Princess of Wonderland, not some slut with blonde hair. You were given black hair, and you will keep black hair.”

My scalp still burned with the force used on it. “I understand, Mother. I’m sorry that I disrespected you.”

“Disrespect me? You did more than just disrespect me. What you did was disrespect your ancestors who gifted you with your bloodline. You exist because of me, and you will free me of this hellish place. I will regain my throne, my crown, and my kingdom.”

I knew then what was happening as she continued on. She was falling into another one of her fantasies that focused completely on what she used to have. Mother was falling down an unclimbable hole of insanity. She dreamt of the things she would never have again. Even if we were to free the villains of the Isle, my mother would be dead by the time it happened. I had no doubt about it.

Her eyes were becoming glossy as she kept talking out loud to herself. Leaving her alone was usually best in these situations as I learned the hard way. It was easier for her to lash out in these circumstances.

Without another minute spent in that place with my mother, I left.

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hetalialoverwrites · 4 years

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Ways to be Wicked

Part 7

First - Previous - Next

Back in Auradon once again, Ben, Evie, Jay, and Carlos were dressed for the Isle of the Lost and running downstairs to get to the limo waiting for them. "Jay!" Ben called, making said boy turn to him. "Keys, remote." Ben tossed the items to him swiftly and Jay went towards the driver's door as he caught them. "Wait!" Evie called out, making the three boys stop and look to her on the last set of stairs. "Something's wrong." She said seriously before fixing Ben's beanie. "Oh, um." Ben sighed at her, slightly realized that it was nothing important. "There," Evie said, satisfied. "SHOTGUN!" Dude yelled out and making everyone look at him with obvious shock. "No dude! Stay! The Isle is way too dangerous." Carlos commanded. Dude trotted in place and groaned frustrated as Evie gasped. "Did he just-" Carlos cut Jay off, "Talk? Yeah. I'll explain later." He sighed before they all piled into the limo. "Okay, once we cross the bridge, park under the pier in the old garage, okay?" Evie asked Jay. "You got it." He nodded before starting the limo and driving. Jay drove quickly to the broken bridge and then pressed the button, not waiting a moment for the magic bridge to start forming in front of him.

Once through the barrier of the Isle, Jay parked the limo, and everyone got out. "Ben! Help me with the tarp!" Carlos called, running over to the tarp he was talking about. The four of them used it to cover the limo so no villain could steal it, notice it, strip it for parts, or leave the Isle with it. "It's really weird being back here," Evie told Jay, a little uncomfortable. Jay glanced around before looking at Evie, "We'll get in and get out." He reassured her. As the VKs finished covering the limo, Ben walked over to a giant pipe, peering inside, "What's through here?" Ben asked curiously. Evie's heart nearly stopped when she was him before dragging him away, "You don't want to know." "Hey, guys. Keep it chill, alright?" Carlos asked everyone, trying to keep the small group calm. "The last thing we need is people figuring out we're here." At a few nods, they made their way through the alleyways where Evie got robbed by two kids. "Hey! Hey!" Evie called, snatching them by their wrists. They stared at her wide-eyed for a moment, holding her wallet before Evie's eyes softened, "Go... You can take it." She let go and watched sadly as the kids ran off. When she turned around and saw only Jay and Carlos standing there waiting for her, she sighed deeply, "Ugh, Ben." She stalked off with the boys hot on her heels to find the naive king.

Ben walked around, a pleasantly wonderstruck look on his face as he looked about the Isle. It was so different than Auradon... Ulstead was also pretty different, but this... Seeing a man leaning against some posts, Ben wandered over to him with a grin. He held his hand out to the man to shake, "Hey-" The man growled and lunged at him threateningly, making Ben back up before the VKs caught up to him. Evie grabbed ben immediately and pulled him further away from the man while Carlos immediately went chest to chest up to the man and intimidated him back. The man grew wary and stepped back a bit as Jay arrived and replaced Carlos, and making the man run away. "Ben stop," Evie commanded sternly, giving Ben a firm look. "Why?" Ben asked, slightly miffed with the overprotective behavior. "This isn't a parade, it’s the Isle." She scolded him before letting him go. "keep your hands in your pockets unless you're stealing." Jay told Ben seriously. "You either slouch or strut," Carlos informed. "And never ever smile." Evie sighed. "Okay, than-" Ben was cut off by Evie, "No 'thank you's and drop the 'please'. Just... Chill." Evie advised before resting her elbow on his shoulder and slipping into a song.

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Ben bumped into a guy stealing some eggs from a woman's stand and stumbled slightly. The sight of the boy caused jay, Evie, and Carlos to tense and rush to Ben's side. "Hey man! Hey!" Gil grinned broadly at Ben before looking at the VKs. "Uh, no. I don't know you either, man." Ben tried to play it off. "Uhm, yeah you do. Come on man, really?" Gil looked a little disheartened before brightening once again. "Dude, I'll give you a hint. My dad is quick, slick, and his neck..." Gil pointed to his neck with a childlike glee, "Is incredibly thick." Ben looked to Evie for help when Gil caught sight of a royal poster that was put up. "........OH!! You're King Ben!" Gil gasped. "Oh, no no no, I don't think so." Ben stuttered out, being pulled by Jay and Evie away from Gil nervously. "Yeah! And you're J-Jay, Carlos, Evie...! Hey guys!" Gil greeted them even though they had already disappeared around a corner. "OOOOOOHHHH!! Uma's gonna love this!!" Gil giggled, jumping up and down in excitement before running off to tell his captain what he saw. Meanwhile, the three VKs brought Ben to the base where they were sure Mal and (Y/n) would be. Picking up a rock, Carlos threw it at the warning sign and a gate opened to a stairwell. "Just in there. They should be all the way up." Evie said, pointing to the stairs. Ben nodded and walked over to it before turning back, "Wish me luck." And then he ascended the stairs.

You were sitting in your nest, waiting for Mal to come back with food. You had insisted ongoing but were convinced to just take a few minutes to relax and rest. So here you were, laying in your nest and thinking about earlier when Harry had consoled you. After your run-in at Dizzy's shop, you three had gone back to the hideout and hung out for a while. You and Harry caught up for the most part with Mal tagging in to tease you about something or add something that you had left out. It was really nice to have your best friend back... You heard the sound of footsteps on metal, but with no following sound of something dragging behind them, you had assumed Harry had come back. Sitting up and rising from your nest to greet your friend again, you were stunned when you saw Ben standing in the doorway. You felt uneasy under his gaze and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." You paused. That didn't come from you. You looked to Ben again to see a remorseful expression as he walked closer. "I'm so sorry (Y/n)... I blew up at you when you were under so much pressure, so much stress. You were only trying to make things easier on yourself and do your best and I didn't appreciate that. I didn't even say anything or ask you how you felt when you started to hide your wings and horns!" Ben now stood right in front of you, looking every bit as apologetic as he sounded.

"It's okay Ben... I know I probably looked more appealing when I looked human..." You frowned and looked away. "No!" Ben grabbed your arms and looked at you earnestly, "I think you look nice when you look human, but you look radiant when you're in your true form. I really, really, really missed seeing you like this." He admitted, his cheeks flushing a bit as his eyes scanned over you. "I'm so sorry I didn't say so sooner." He apologized, rating his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry too, Ben... I should have been honest with you about my feelings and about everything that was going on. It was just... I didn't want to seem like I wasn't trying when you were doing all you could to learn how to be king." You apologized as well. "I should have asked you how you felt about all of this and told you how I feel about magic. It's a part of me I can't ever get rid of... I should have told you that from the beginning." You felt his thumb brush against your cheek, and you realized you were crying. "(Y/n)... Please come home." Ben asked quietly. You felt a pang in your chest, and you pulled away, "I... I don't know Ben..." You hesitated. Ben noticed how your wings tensed when he asked but continued trying to convince you. "Please come back with me. I'll do better. I'll be a better boyfriend. I'll spend more time with you, talk to the kingdom about the situation, just... Just please come home." Ben begged, getting on his knees and holding your hands tightly in his.

"Ben!" You gasped in surprise at his display, "I-I... No, Ben, you've been a wonderful partner! We've just been having some... Communication issues, that's all." You knelt down to be on the same level as him. "But I don't know if I can go back just yet..." "Please..." Ben begged in a soft whisper. It had only been a day, but he had already missed you so much and the thought of you never coming back to him had scared the life out of him. You noticed his feelings too. So, with a small sigh, you made a compromise, "I will stay on the Isle for a little while longer, but I will be back for Cotillion tomorrow night. And then we can work on fixing all of this. Okay?" You asked, hoping he would agree. Ben seemed to brighten, and you smiled, leaning forward and kissing him softly, "Then we're agreed." You whispered after pulling away. Ben looked a bit dazed by your kiss before taking your face in his hand and kissing you once again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back happily before the two of you had to pull away. You leaned into his touch and smiled, taking one of his hands in yours and giving it a light squeeze. "I'll see you at Cotillion, okay?" You asked quietly. "Okay," Ben replied softly, kissing your knuckles and helping you up. With a final goodbye, Ben went downstairs only to be met with the sight of an irritated Mal holding a bag of food. As if sensing his presence, she spun around to face him and became infuriated, "YOU!" She hissed before marching up to face him. "How dare you upset my sister so much!" She snarled, "(Y/n) was a wreck when I found her after your fight! She was killing the forest and he didn't even know it! You promised my mother that you wouldn't hurt her as a condition of your relationship!" Mal growled, her wings fluffing up and spreading menacingly. "I know, I'm sorry." Ben apologized before he was cut off by Jay, Carlos, and Evie jumping in to calm Mal down. In the mild chaos of the situation, Ben was kidnapped.

#descendants #reader insert #ben x reader #descendants au #romance #mirror mirror #crossover #maleficent #fanfiction #fanfic

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pulaasul · 4 years

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Virtuous Blood - Prologue

Crossover between Disney’s Descendants and the Chronicles of Narnia.

Beings and creatures all over the world are suddenly attacking one another. Is this a work of the recently released villains or someone else is behind the scenes? Set after Descendants 3 and The Last Battle

FFN I AO3

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Days has passed since the barrier was taken down.

Days has passed since a lot of the residents of the isle were given conditional pardon from the High King himself.

Days has passed since a lot of the children who resided in the isle of the lost were freed from their unjust incarceration.

Ben and Carlos, alongside a few guards, were in the isle to check in with the children who were still on the isle for various reasons, reasons that were their own.

Mal, Evie and Jay were otherwise preoccupied with previous engagements. Mal and Evie were with the queen mother to plan for the party before the wedding of the soon-to-be-queen consort.

Jay was in Sherwood University, touring the campus grounds and look at the school’s tourney team.

Uma and her whole pirate crew were also busy with their own endeavors.

There was only one other VK who was knowledgeable about isle matters, and that was Carlos de Vil.

Carlos de Vil continued to search for prospective schools for veterinary and its perquisites when Ben approached him.

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“Ben, they’ve got nowhere else to go home to.” Carlos sighed as he faced the king. “Evie’s castle could only house so much before it’s full.” He explained. “Your castle is also out of the question, the council would never allow it.”

“The prejudice against the VKs is really giving me a headache.” Ben groaned. “They’re just gonna live with it, the Queen-to-be is a VK.”

“I really appreciate this Ben.” Carlos smiled at his royal friend. “We all do.” He added. “But the Queen consort is one thing and the thing is Ben, they don’t know enough of the other VKs to be comfortable enough to be near you.” He explained.

“I know.” Ben sighed. “I just wish everything would turn out well magically.”

“Well…” Carlos trailed off. “There’s that wand.” He offered teasingly.

“You know what I mean Carlos.” Ben deadpanned at the suggestion.

“It was just a suggestion.” Carlos shrugged as the two of them walked under the isle’s archway.

As soon as the two boys and the guards stepped foot inside the isle of the lost, a lone barrel came rolling towards the king.

“Ben look out!” Carlos exclaimed as his eyes widened.

Carlos immediately he pushed the High King out of harm’s way, but got himself hit by the rolling barrel and was thrown over the isle and into the water.

“Carlos!”

Ben immediately dove after his friend as he saw him struggling to stay afloat.

“You’re Highness!” The guards expressed their alarm as the king dove unto the isle’s murky waters. “Please get yourself to safety, we’ll handle Mr. De Vil.” One of the guards reasoned.

Before the High King could even form a reply, a whirlpool suddenly appeared and began sucking Carlos in.

Ben was able to grab hold of one of the pillars that has kept the isle’s bridge entrance standing and prevent himself from being sucked in by the whirlpool.

“Carlos take my hand!” Ben yelled as he extended his free hand towards his friend.

To Carlos’s credit, he did try to reach out for Ben’s hand but as soon as their fingers touched, he was immediately swallowed by the whirlpool.

“Carlos!” Ben shouted as the whirlpool subsided. “Carlos!”

Ben immediately submerged himself underwater to find his friend.

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Ben was about to give up the search and brought himself to the isle, he suddenly saw bubbles forming from on the water.

“Carlos?” Ben questioned.

Without waiting for any response, Ben dove back into the water once more. He immediately spotted his friend and grabbed hold of the hand.

“It’s okay Carlos, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” Ben reassured as he swam ashore with Carlos in hand. “I got you buddy, I got you.”

As soon as Ben had laid Carlos on the ground, on his back, the De Vil started coughing up water.

“W-what happened?” Carlos managed to ask hoarsely.

“A rogue barrel hit you and a whirlpool sucked you in.” Ben answered truthfully. “We’ve been searching for you for an hour now.”

“That was today?” Carlos asked, shocked.

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“Well, this is rare.” A boy with blue hair commented. “You never cared for me father, why did you call for me?”

“Don’t get jealous Hadie” Mal rolled her eyes. “He never cared for me either.” She reminded. “I lived with Maleficent remember?”

“Yeah he didn’t.” The boy, known as Hadie, agreed. “Not until you became the Queen Consort to-be.”

“That’s…”

“Children, simmer down.” Hades groaned. “And Hadie, I’m trying alright.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“That would be a very long time.”

Mal and Hadie looked at each other at the strange response. The isle’s barrier was down, VKs were free to come and go on the isle.

Some of the villains were even given conditional pardon, Hades included, by the High King which made their father’s response all the more strange.

“See dear old brother up above ordered everyone in relation to him to stay out of the mortal plane for an indefinite amount of time.” Hades explained. “Obviously yours truly was included by that order.” He added.

“Why tho?” Hadie voiced out in confusion. “Surely he doesn’t want to be separated from his grandchildren.” He added. “Whom he spoils so much.”

“An oracle gave a prophecy.”

Mal’s and Hadie’s eyes narrowed.

Both children of Hades were aware of the events that transpired because of an Oracle’s revelation. One of which was the prophecy which led to the swallowing of Hades and his siblings by their father, Kronos.

“Hauntings precede the cruel snow, ice fortress comes in tow.” Hades recited. “Only when virtuous blood has been spilled, monarchs of yore will come in and help.”

“Snow?” Hadie asked.

“Queen Elsa?” Mal followed.

“I don’t know for sure.” Hades shook his head seriously. “Persephone has observed that the mortal plane has been quite chilly lately.” He shared. “Despite her presence.”

“Zeus does not want his prized children or grandchildren to be that sacrifice, doesn’t he?” Mal questioned. “In the name of fairness, he let you warn us of that prophecy.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Hades shrugged. “He just stated that after you guys were warned, we are not to step into the mortal plane until the matter has been resolved.” He added. “No matter how long that takes.”

“Just one more question.” Hadie piped in. “Why’re you so keen on following Uncle Zeus now?” He asked. “I mean, you were never a big fan of his.”

“I dunno.” The god shrugged. “Maybe I’ve changed, being separated from your family does that to others.” He attempted to explain. “Maybe to me too.”

“Thanks for the warning dad.” Mal smiled as she proceeded to hug her father. “We’ll be on our guard.”

Hadie merely watched his half-sister hug their father.

“No hug for me?” Hades questioned his son.

Hades extended his arm, a gesture of invitation for his son to join in.

Hadie raised an eyebrow at the comment and gesture.

“Don’t be salty Hadie.” Mal rolled her eyes. “Dear old dad here believed that by abandoning us, he was making us strong.” She stated. “Remember, he abandoned me too.”

“Fine.”

Hadie joined in on the family hug before Hades disappeared into a rising blue flame that lead to the underworld.

#disneys descendants #descendants 3 #carlos de vil #bal #mal #story #vb

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kylorenisthedarkside · 5 years

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Dark Desire: Chapter 1

Word Count: 2,510

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) is the daughter of Belle and Beast, and the sister of King Ben. She’s a much more shy and quiet version of her brother and likes to hang out with books than people. King Ben continues with his program of recruiting more VKs from the Isle to come live with them in Auradon, and one day, they bring alone The Sea Three. One of them takes an interest in (Y/N) and starts to hang around her more than the others, surprising (Y/N) herself. What happens when everything is not what it seems and secrets/plans start to spill out?

It has been six months since the arrival of the core four from the Isle of the Lost. Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos have all adjusted well to their new life in Auradon. Each of them strive in their own talented ways, making friends with others, and doing more good than evil. With that, it has been decided that the program to recruit more kids from the isle continue on successfully Each week, King Ben and the core four meet up to consult on who shall be recruited from the isle to come live in Auradon. The previous week, they all decided on Dizzy, the granddaughter of Lady Tremaine and Celia, the daughter of Dr. Facilier to join them in the beautiful mainland. Upon arriving for the present week, Ben has conducted a meeting with his friends to decide who will be joining them next.

Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos have all arrived in Ben’s office and sat down at his grand meeting table. Ben respectfully sits at the head of the table surrounded by piles of folders and applications with the pictures of the Vks they are deciding on bringing over. “It has come to my attention that you four have been acquainted with some of these Vks in the past, and they have made quite the namesake for themselves since you all have left. Before we officially decide, it is only fair of me to ask you all how you feel about these possible recruits.” He looks around the table, waiting for someone to speak. Evie looks curious as she tries to glance over at the pictures. “Who are they? There are many VKs you could be talking about.”

Ben flips the photos over and pushes them towards her so she can take a good look. “Gil, son of Gaston, Harry, son of Captain James Hook, and Uma, daughter of Ursula. Do any of these names sound familiar to you?” Mal suddenly glares as her eyes glance over the picture of the sea witch’s daughter. “I’ve heard of them……nothing special.” Ben doesn’t look convinced. “Your face says otherwise. What is it, Mal?” he asks his girlfriend. Mal waves him off as she crosses her arms over her chest, looking away from the picture. “Nothing. Just…..out of all the VKs on the isle, you had to choose between these three?” Ben looks hopeful. “I’ve been reading their application, and it seems as if they need to come over to Auradon the most. Look, even Uma wrote a note on her application saying that she desperately wants to get off the island and live a better life.” Mal snorts, not believing him. “Uma doesn’t beg. She secretly wants something and is using this program to get it.”

Jay places a gentle hand on Mal’s arm. “Maybe they’ve changed? I mean, look at us. We never thought we’d be in this position in a million years. Perhaps we can give them a chance for a better life. Everyone deserves at least that.” Evie nods in agreement. “Yeah, M. I know you and her have never really gotten along, but maybe having her here in Auradon can change that. Maybe you two could even become friends.” Mal rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay, first of all, that’s never gonna happen, and second…..she could be constructing an evil plan to destroy us all and our guards would be down because we were too busy trying to make them feel welcome. This is how she’ll strike.”

Ben chuckles sheepishly. “Mal, I think you’re looking too much into this. We have security here, guards lined up all around us. We would be alerted at a moment’s notice if anything bad were to happen. We have defenses if she tries anything. No matter what, the people of Auradon will be safe. I mean, it worked out so well for the four of you, maybe it can work out for these three as well. We just have to give them a chance. Isn’t that the whole point of this program?” There’s silence around the table for a few moments as Mal thinks this through. She glances at her friends, who give her encouraging nods. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them back up to look at her boyfriend. “Alright, fine. We can give them a chance. But, if I smell anything fishy, they are booted right back to the isle, okay?” Ben nods, smiling softly as he grabs the VK photos and places them back in their correct folders. “Then it is settled. Gil, Harry, and Uma will be the next arrivals in Auradon!” The table erupted into cheers, except for Mal, who still feels very skeptical about this whole ordeal, but if it makes Ben and her friends happy, then she is willing to give it a chance. She just hopes that it doesn’t backfire on them later on.

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The pounding of the school’s marching band can be heard outside as the whole school is waiting out by the front entrance for the new Isle of the Lost recruits. The crowd cheers as Fairy Godmother, Ben, Mal, and (Y/N) exit the school and walk across the paths to stand in front of Beast’s statue to welcome the recruits. A long black limo drives up the pathway towards the school, the crowd cheering louder as they get closer and closer. (Y/N) stands a step behind his brother and Mal, feeling a bit shy to meet the VKs. It happened the same way back when it was Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos joining them for the first time, except it was Princess Audrey standing with Ben and not Mal.

The limo makes its way to the front of the school and the driver hops out of the front seat, walking towards the back of the limo to open the door for the new arrivals. The music instantly stops and the crowd silences as a sword suddenly flies out of the car and lands in the lawn, right in front of the band. The first thing to pop out of the car is a shiny silver hook. “Oopsie, daisy. Sorry, mates. Just makin’ sure it was safe to come out.” The one and only Harry Hook appears out of the car in all his piratey glory. He is suddenly slapped on the arm as a beautiful dark-skinned girl climbs out of the vehicle. “Calm down, Harry. We aren’t on the isle anymore, remember? No one’s out to get us.” Harry rolls his eyes as he grabs his hat from inside the car to put it on his head. “Ye can never be too careful, mate. Bad things always happen when you let yer guard down.” Mal suddenly stiffens when she hears Harry say that. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Ben though. He wraps an arm around her waist as he glances at her. “Hey, it’s going to be alright. Trust me on this.” She feels comforted by the presence of Ben’s arm around her and nods slowly.

“Whoa…...what is all this green stuff on the ground?” a third voice suddenly says. Gil, son of Gaston, slowly climbs out of the limo as he looks around the place, admiring its beauty. Uma rolls her eyes. “It’s called grass, you dummy. It’s like seaweed, but for land.” Gil’s eyes widen in sudden recognition. “Oh…..cool.” Uma rolls her eyes and faces forward towards the welcoming committee, Harry right by her side. Ben smiles at the three and steps forward to extend a hand of welcome. “Welcome to Auradon. I hope your journey here was comfortable and pleasant?” Uma looks down at the hand in front of her, not amused. “Right…..” Ben awkwardly retracts his hand and folds them in front of him. “Right, well, as you may have guessed it, this is Auradon Prep, the school you will be attending. I’m King Ben, son of Beast and Belle. I will make sure your stay here will be as painless as possible.”

Gil looks over at Ben at the mention of his parents. “Oh, hey I know you. Your dad knew my dad, except they didn’t really get along well at all.” Ben chuckles nervously. “Yeah, of course. Anyway, over to my left is Fairy Godmother, she is the Headmistress here at Auradon Prep and will later on give you a tour of the school.” Fairy Godmother approaches them with a big, warm smile. “Welcome, dear ones. I can assure you that your time here in Auradon will be a magical one.” Uma snickers at the old lady’s excessive perkiness. Fairy Godmother frowns slightly. “I understand that you are new arrivals here today, but I always treat my students the same way as every one. With that in mind, I hope you all can remember for future circumstances that I do not tolerate attitude.” Uma snorts as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Fairy Godmother gives them all one final look before stepping back and letting Ben take over once more. Ben clears his throat to avert the attention onto him. “Continuing on, I’m sure you all know Mal, my girlfriend. I can see you two have a lot in common and can slowly become great acquaintances, perhaps?” Uma clicks her tongue. “Not in this timeline, we won’t.” Mal huffs as she looks away from the young sea witch. Ben frowns, but tries to continue on with the welcome ceremony. He gently moves Mal slightly to the side, so he can introduce his sister. “And last, but certainly not least, this is (Y/N), my sister. She will be showing you around Auradon and where you will be staying in the dorms.” (Y/N) nods with a soft smile. She opens her mouth to say something, but is suddenly interrupted by a slowly approaching pirate with a sultry expression. “Well, well, well. Harry Hook, and you ...little duckling, are ravishing,” he says with a soft, almost whisper-like voice. (Y/N)’s eyes widen at the look Harry is giving her. She isn’t used to this kind of attention, and suddenly has lost all the will to speak.

Harry smirks when the princess doesn’t say anything. “Aww, what’s the matter, dove? Cat got yer tongue?” If she wasn’t surrounded by guards, Ben, his girlfriend, and basically the entire school, (Y/N) would have definitely gone weak in the knees by just hearing that gorgeous accent alone. Ben glares at the pirate that won’t take his eyes off his sister. Before he can say anything that he might regret later, Uma puts out an arm in front of Harry to keep him from coming closer to the princess. “Harry, settle down. We are with company.” Harry huffs lowly and slowly, but hesitantly averts his eyes away from Ben’s sister. He backs away slightly to stand next to Gil behind Uma, but that doesn’t stop him from making subtle glances at the princess every now and then.

After awhile, (Y/N) finds her voice and has the will to speak once more. “Uh, hello. As Ben said, I’m (Y/N). I will be showing you around the area and the place where you will be staying as you attend Auradon Prep. I will also be handing your school packets with all the information about your classes and when you will be attending them.” She glances over the three, but her eyes pause at Harry as she sees him fiddling with his hook in his mouth while purposefully giving her a look with those icy blue eyes. Her cheeks turn a shade of red and finds the urge to look away from the unshameful pirate. She clears her throat and composes herself, unaware of the dark haired pirate smirking at her. “Right, well, shall we get going? We’ve got lots to look at.”

The crowd slowly disappeares, going back to their regular scheduled days as the new arrivals start to follow (Y/N). Harry is standing particularly close to (Y/N) as he walks by her side. Every now and then, he would glance towards her, studying her facial features and trying to get a good look at her. For an Auradon kid and the daughter of the royal family, she doesn’t seem too bad. Perhaps he’ll take the time to get to know her during his time here. (Y/N) is totally oblivious to the pirate’s constant staring as she is focused on leading them around the campus and showing them the places where the students like to hang out the most. Gil seems to be the only one that looks interested, while Uma looks bored. “And over here we have our state of the art tourney field. This is where the players practice and play home games throughout the school year. We are quite proud of our tourney team, so far we are undefeated.” (Y/N) explains as she leads them onto the field.

Gil looks excited as he runs around. “Everything is so……..green! Ooh, what’s this red part in the middle of the field?” I chuckle. “It’s called the kill zone.” Surprisingly, all three of them widen their eyes. “Oh, no no. It’s not what you think. See, what happens is that if you are ever running through the kill zone, someone on the sidelines shoots out discs at you to try to slow you down.” Uma snorts. “You guys come up with the strangest things to do for fun.” She walks around and nudges Harry in the side as she passes by him. He nods and clears his throat as he approaches me. “So, what do yer do for fun around here, lassy?”

(Y/N) shrugs. “I don’t really have much time for myself. Being the sister of the king keeps me pretty busy. But, on the rare occasion that I do find some downtime, I like to curl up in a ball by the fireplace in the library with a good book. It helps keep the stress down.” Harry hums lowly as he slowly approaches her. “Sounds pretty boring. Don’t ye have friends to hang out with?” (Y/N) frowns. The subject of friendship always puts a damper on her mood. She suddenly retracts and hugs the books in her arms close to her chest, as if shielding herself from the world. “I…….don’t have any friends, actually.”

Harry looks a bit surprised by the fact. He never expected the princess of Auradon to have no friends. He would have guessed that she’d be the most popular girl in the kingdom, but alas he was wrong. “Really? Ye don’t have any friends? That’s…...surprising. Why is that?” The young princess bites her lower lip nervously, suddenly at a loss for words. “I…..because…….c-can we not talk about this please? Let’s just say, I prefer to be alone.” There’s a bit of awkward silence in the group before (Y/N) clears her throat. “Right, well shall we continue with the tour? There’s lots more to see.”

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gingwrites · 4 years

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Engagement Announcement (Jarlos)

Prompted by a comment on ao3: Jane and Carlos announce their engagement

AN: This technically takes places in my ‘Hades is a Good Dad’ universe, but you don’t have to read that to really understand this. (Link to that series and all my other fics on my masterlist on my blog). My ao3 is also linked on my masterlist!

The day after Ben and Mal’s wedding, Carlos got up early, careful not to wake up Jay (though he slept like a rock, so it wasn’t too hard), and met Jane in front of the castle. Not too many people were up because of the late celebration the night before, but neither Jane nor Carlos got much sleep after everything that had happened at the king and queen’s wedding.

“So, where exactly do you even buy a wedding ring?” Carlos asked Jane, taking her hand in his. “We obviously didn’t have anything nice enough on the Isle to qualify as a wedding ring, plus it’s not like people were just falling in love all over the place.”

“There’s a jewelry store downtown that I pass by all the time that I think will have what we’re looking for!” Jane said, heading down the path, pulling Carlos with her.

The two walked in silence, just glad to be in each other’s presence.

The walk was short, and once they ended up in the market, Jane pulled Carlos off onto one of the side streets, stopping short in front of a little shop.

“Here we are!” Jane announced.

Carlos looked up at the sign, Seven Dwarfs Mine & Co. Of course the dwarves would be selling jewelry, thought Carlos, they work in a freaking mine!

Carlos was pulled out of his thoughts when Jane dragged him toward the door. The little bell above the door jingled when they walked in, causing the dwarf behind the counter to look up.

“Ah, well if it isn’t my favorite fairy god child!” he greeted. The dwarf quickly came around the counter and pulled Jane into a hug. “How are you today, my dear? What brings you to our neck of the woods this early in the morning?”

“I’m great!” Jane greeted. “Happy, I’d like you to meet Carlos. Carlos, meet Happy!”

Carlos hesitantly stepped around Jane and put his hand out. He was still weary of meeting people from Auradon because they weren’t always the nicest when they met a VK.

Happy gave Carlos a smile and shook his hand. Carlos felt himself smiling back. Happy’s happiest was contagious.

“Happy, do you have any engagement rings?” Jane asked.

“Why do you-” Happy stopped, quickly glancing between the couple. “Wait, are you-? Did you-?”

Jane giggled and nodded her head. Carlos didn’t know how it was possible, but Happy’s smile grew even wider. Before he even realized it, Happy had pulled the couple into a hug.

“Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!” Happy gushed. “Of course I have engagement rings for you two! But, before we start looking, tell me how it happened!”

Jane blushed and looked down at her feet. She may have been the one to ask Carlos to marry her, but that was because she couldn’t stop rambling and didn’t know how to filter herself when she was nervous. She didn’t regret it though and wouldn’t change a thing.

Carlos took over and told Happy the story. Again, it seemed Happy became even happier. Man, he really does live up to his name, Carlos thought.

After Carlos was finished telling the story, Happy quickly pulled out a box of rings and set them on the glass countertop.

After trying on about ten rings each, the two finally found the ones that were perfect.

“I think we’ve found the ones, Happy,” said Jane, eyes locked on her and Carlos’s hands. “How much do we owe you?”

“Nothing.”

Both Jane and Carlos’s heads snapped up at that.

“What? We can’t just take these!” Jane protested.

“You won’t be taking them,” Happy reassured. “I’m giving them to you. Think of them as an early wedding present. Plus, like I said earlier, you’re my favorite fairy god child. I can spoil you whenever I want!”

Jane felt the heat rise to her cheeks and wondered if she was every going to stop blushing today.

“Thank you so much, Happy. You have no idea how much this means to us,” Jane said, pulling him into a hug from over the counter.

“It’s the least I can do,” Happy replied.

The two made their way out of the shop and headed back to the castle hand in hand. The rings were already adorned on their fingers, proudly showing off their engagement.

“You know, now that the wedding’s over, we really should tell our friends,” Carlos said after a few minutes.

“They’ll be happy for us, right?” Jane asked, unsure. She didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes or make anyone upset for whatever reason.

“What?” Carlos came to a halt. “Of course they will! They’ll be ecstatic! They love you. I love you.”

Carlos leaned forward and gently kissed Jane. After they pulled apart, Jane grinned, glad Carlos squashed any fears she had.

Jane then grabbed Carlos’s hand and pulled him back into motion down the road toward Evie’s starter castle.

The whole gang was gathered in Evie’s living room, hanging around after finishing breakfast. The newlywed couple had decided to hold off on going somewhere for a honeymoon right away, instead choosing to spend it with their friends.

“Has anyone seen Jane or Carlos?” Jay asked from the couch.

The others looked around at each other, everyone shaking their heads.

A second later, the front door creaked open, revealing the couple.

Evie got up and headed in their direction, ready to play hostess, when she glanced down at their hands that were clasped together. She stopped short and quickly glanced at Jane’s left hand and screamed.

Evie ran forward and pulled the two into a bear hug. The others had perked up in the living room, Ben and Jay even standing up, ready for any sort of danger that had caused Evie to scream.

“Evie? What happened?” Mal questioned.

“Oh my god, you guys! When did this happen?” Evie gushed, completely ignoring her best friend. “Tell me everything. There’s so much to start planning. I mean, I already have a few ideas, but I wasn’t sure when I was going to actually get to use them.”

Evie rambled on, grabbing the shocked couple by the hands and pulling them into the living room, pushing them down on the loveseat before plopping down on the coffee table in front of them.

“So,” Evie said, the biggest smile on her face. “How did it happen?”

Jane and Carlos didn’t say anything, still in shock at Evie’s outburst.

“Wait, what happened? We’re all a little lost here, Evie,” Mal said.

Jane and Carlos looked at each other and then both held up their left hands, showing off their new rings.

A round of congratulations went around the room, Jane and Carlos going back to holding hands. Carlos squeezed Jane’s hand when he noticed her getting a little overwhelmed with all the attention.

“Congrats man!” Jay said, leaning over and patting Carlos on the back. “I didn’t know you had it in you! How’d you do it, and why didn’t you tell me you were planning on asking?”

Now it was Carlos’s turn to blush and turn shy.

“Actually,” Carlos replied, “Jane asked me.”

The room was silent for a moment before everyone started asking more questions at once.

“Everyone, shut up!” Evie yelled, effectively silencing the room. “Now, why don’t you both tell the story. We all want to hear it.”

“Well,” Carlos started after getting a nod from Jane, “it actually happened yesterday at the reception. Jane was going on about how it was such a beautiful wedding, and I commented about how there were too many people, and Jane said-”

“I said that we will have a small private ceremony when we get married,” Jane interrupted, taking over the story. “And then that’s when I asked him to marry me. You know me, I don’t know how to stop rambling when I get nervous.” Jane giggled and shrugged her shoulders.

Carlos lifted his hand to her cheek and turned her face toward hers and leaned in for a kiss.

“Aww,” Carlos heard Evie whisper, making him smile into the kiss.

“You guys are so cheesy,” Jay said as the two pulled away.

“I’m so happy for you both,” Ben said. “You both deserve all the happiness in the world.”

Jane leaned into Carlos’s side, content to just stay with him there forever, half listening to Evie list off everything she was planning for their wedding. She could worry about wedding planning later. RIght now, she was happy and content, wrapped up with Carlos and surrounded by her friends.

I know it’s taken me forever to get through my prompts. I’ve just been so busy with life/work that I haven’t had time/wanted to write. But, I’m still trying to get through all my prompts. If I said I would write it, I will write it.

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quecksilvereyes · 6 years

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What is lost

Uma is dry. (Godess, how she hates it, the wind blowing through her hair, the stench of something dead and something that has yet to die in her nose.)

Her legs itch and she pulls her knees to her chest, to the stuttering of her heart, her magic resting under her clavicle, her rage locked behind her teeth.

“This isn’t me”, she says when Gil sits down next to her and put his head on her shoulder. “These legs aren’t mine.” Her throat feels empty, and bared, and she grits her teeth.

“They took it from you”, her mother says, fingers curled around Flotsam, who is sneering at Gil, her skin tinted purple. “They took your magic from you before you were even born.” She curls a tentacle around Uma’s waist. Gil’s hand hovers over his sword. “You must live with that, my little fish.”

Uma thinks about her mother’s tentacles (six, she counted them, six, like the cousins she didn’t want dead) and about the smell of rotten shrimp in her nose. She looks at her legs, then she pulls Gil away.

Her magic roars against her bones, in her ears and Harry pulls her close to his chest. “Captain”, he says.

[Later, when she jumps into the sea and swims through the barrier, heart beating high in her throat, the hollowness in her chest is suddenly filled and her magic wraps itself around her, wild and untrained and furious.

She is home.]

Spell the king. Taunt the fairy. Smile until your teeth hurt. Do not let your magic do what it wants (smash and burn and drown and curse).

Make him drop the barrier.

Do not lose control.

Do not lose.

Do not-

Watch her kiss the king, lilac hair between his fingers, adoration in his eyes, listen to her plead, say she understands, she knows, she only wishes to help. Your dress and your legs itch.

Jump into the water, feel it welcome you with caressing touches and loving songs.

Drown them.

Drown them all and their entitlement, drown them in their lies. Drown the traitors, drown the man who was once a Beast, who is now scared of the curse in his blood, drown the fairy who binds her wings to her back and hides magic behind walls of glass and smiles.

(She looks so human like this, clutching her wand as if it was just a stick, pastel blue dress clinging to her legs, screaming.)

Mal turns into a dragon in a cloud of green smoke and Uma feels her heart drop. Harry, she thinks. Gil.

She doesn’t kill them. Instead, she ties her magic to her ribs and returns the ring. Oh Godess, she thinks as she watches Mal roar and snarl. Let me weep.

She doesn’t go home. (She tries, oh, how she tries, but not even with eight tentacles and raging, burning magic can she break the barrier.) “You can’t break spells cast by fae”, her mother said, when Uma was still small enough to fit all of herself and worry within her mother’s tentacles, felt safe in them, and secure. “Incompatible magic can do no such thing.”

Stupid fucking fairies, she thinks and watches Harry bark orders, watches Gil smile and laugh despite it all.

Jay’s hands have always felt like a forest fire sizzling under his nails. The bands around his wrists are cool and secure, keep him grounded and shackled to this isle. (“They are a trap”, his father says and spits tobacco into the corner. They are my safety, Jay thinks.)

“Do not butcher your name, Jadid”, his father says, his fingers curled tightly around Jay’s throat. “Don’t you dare cut off parts of it.” Don’t be soft, his eyes say and Jay kicks his father in the groin.

“Let go of me”, he says. “Don’t you dare touch me.” His father straightens his collar and sneers.

“Stock up the shelves, son”, he says and pats Jay’s cheek.

(I wish for a child with fingers as fast as the winds.)

Stealing is as easy as breathing. A smile here, a slip of the finger here, run fast, run far, do not get caught.

(I wish for a child as beautiful as the Princess Jasmine.)

The girls giggle behind scarred hands, Uma scowls and scowls, snaps her teeth at him. Carlos trips over a trashcan. Jay laughs.

(I wish for a powerful child.)

There is a pulsating heat in his fingertips, itching, urging him higher and higher. So he climbs walls, prances across roofs and does backflips.

“You stay in the air a little too long sometimes”, Carlos says and Jay ruffles his hair and laughs. His wrist cuffs are cool and soothing. Mal rolls her eyes and pulls an oil lamp out of the trash can.

“Huh”, she says. “Who would throw that away?”

Shit, Jay thinks.

Mal doesn’t realise what it is, thank fucking God. The lamp doesn’t much care. So when she wishes for his loyalty, Jay obliges, with a smile and a flip of his hair. Mal’s hair seems a shade darker, suddenly.

Evie joins them, later, quivering lips and royal blue hair. She smiles and flutters her eyelashes. “I’m Princess Genevieve”, she says and Carlos stumbles over her name three times. Jay’s wrist cuffs grow colder in her presence, the sizzling heat in his fingers curls into itself.

“You’re the Evil Queen’s daughter.”

She hums. “Call me Evie.”

(Mal’s second wish is succeeding in getting the wand, when they stand before the waiting limousine.)

When they drive through the barrier, Jay’s arms around the three of them, his heartbeat loud in his ears, he wants to rip the lamp from Mal’s jacket, wants to hold it tightly to his chest. He feels like floating, like there is a weight on his feet pulling him down.

His magic is useless without anyone wishing, and it roars in his blood, bangs against his wrist cuffs, it wants out, out out of this body, this is not the right body, will never be the right body, why do you insist on legs.

So he plays tourney, pushes weights and carries Carlos, who runs from dogs and people and a fairy who blunted her teeth until he doesn’t anymore. Until he turns around, clutches the dog to his chest and faces his mother, with her clawed hands and her bone shattering laughter.

[They choose good, shoulders bumped up against one another, Evie’s bony hand on his back, his magic crawling in his skin, reaching for Mal, whose eyes are on Ben and the wand.]

Jane’s wings are 3, no, 4 years old and she hasn’t used them once. The icy cold behind her teeth is snarling and hissing and trying to break free, but she files her teeth until they are blunt and human and harmless, ties her screaming wings to her back and drapes herself in pastel blue dresses.

“Magic is not the way to gain anything, darling”, her mother says, lips twitching. “True knowledge lies in books.”

Human books, Jane thinks and ties her belt a little too tight. As if we’re human. She drapes her hair over her ears and holds her head low. Chad bumps into her, grins at her and she wants to snap at him, oh, how she wants to dress him in the rags his mother wore until they fell off of her, how she wants to let go of the ropes around her heart, chaining the cold to her hipbones.

She can hear Audrey’s heart shattering on the lawn, like a bell singing and falling and clashing. (How must it feel, to lose the person you care about most to someone who worships the fairy who almost killed both your parents, how must it feel to look at eyes flashing green, at violet hair growing darker and darker, at horns, curling around a fairy’s head.) Jane’s teeth ache.

Carlos is sweet, holding Dude as if he would shatter if he pressed too hard and Jane has to think about her wings pressed to her skin. She’s sweating. Carlos smiles at her. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other and he pats the floor next to him.

“So”, he says and hands her his bottle. She takes a gulp and coughs. “Is that alcohol?” He shrugs.

“You can keep the bottle.” He grins. “Jay’s already asleep and Evie is declaring her undying love to the mirror.”

Jane sighs. Her teeth still ache, even after they declared themselves good, after Carlos took her to the Cotillion to get her away from her mother, even after Mal has proven that she really does love Ben, after Uma grew and grew and grew to a size that rivalled her mother’s.

She wishes she could just grow, could just fly, could just take off the dress and cut her hair, show the world her ears and her magic and her teeth.

“I can cut hair, you know.” Carlos takes the bottle and drinks from it. “Could give you a pixie cut.” Jane shoves him and laughs.

Then she says yes.

Evie’s magic sits in her hip bones, sizzling and eating away at her. “Our magic isn’t natural”, her mother says and corrects her posture. “We are human, we are not made for magic.” She starts brushing Evie’s hair. “But remember, Genevieve, to be proud of it.” Evie nods and starts applying her make up. Her mother slaps her hand. “That’s the wrong colour, Genevieve”, she says sharply, her eyes hard and cold.

“Forgive me, mother.”

Mal is prettyprettypretty, God, so pretty and Evie thinks she might drop her own heart in front of her heels. Her magic pulls at her, curls away from Jay, who rubs his wrists. (djinn, the mirror’s voice whispers, somewhere deep inside of her. djinn wearing human skin, kill it, kill it, kill it.) She smiles at him instead, walks into this friendship deliberately with heels clicking on cracking concrete and her hands running through his hair, braiding it.

They practise flirting with one another, Evie’s fluttering eyelashes and Jay’s smouldering looks, Evie’s walk and Jay’s smile. Evie teaches him how to kiss, he teaches her how to make her fingers faster, faster, teaches her his way with words.

Carlos flops on his lap and sleeps for six hours straight. Jay plays with his hair absentmindedly and Mal laughs. Evie bandages his legs and her magic curls around her fingers, itching. Go away, she wants to say. You can’t help me here. Get back into the mirror.

“It won’t work for you, silly”, she smiles and snatches the mirror from Chad. Her magic roars in her ears. Stupid prince, thinks he can use me. She slips the mirror into her purse and leans in for a kiss.

Her sewing is perfect. Not a thread hanging, not a wrong seam, colours matching perfectly, her magic humming in every stitch. “It brings out your eyes”, Mal says and Evie smiles, smiles, smiles, her red lips curling and Lonnie turns around again.

Chemistry is easy, easier than applying make up or eating or picking out the right clothes. It’s as if her fingers know what to do, know the ingredients and all the elements. (She cheats, of course she cheats, she can’t seem smarter than Chad, he wouldn’t want her anymore, so she pretends it isn’t easy, isn’t like breathing.

Instead, she thinks of Dizzy and how much she looks like Anastasia, who pulled her aside a week into the school year, a worried look on her face. “Is my sister alright?”, she asked. “Is she away from mother?” Evie didn’t answer.)

She can feel her magic living in her bones, sizzling in her flesh, and when she uses her mirror again, when Chad calls her a gold digger and Jay a sadist, she snarls and lets go of it. Die, her magic screams, flies around her and into Chad’s chest. Die die die die.

Mal’s hair grows back green, the exact shade her eyes flash in and she cuts all the violet off with a pair of rusty scissors until her mother doesn’t look back at her from the mirror. Fuck you, mother.

“Evie?” She pulls aside the curtain to Evie’s bed. “Can I talk to you?” Evie puts her book (A Short History of Nearly Everything) aside and nods.

“What’s up, Mal?” She sits up and straightens her collar.

“About me running off to the Isle without telling anyone -” She takes a deep breath. “I wanted to apologize. To you, to Carlos, to Jay, to Ben. I didn’t think and I made you all come back to get me. I’m sorry.”

Evie sighs. “Thank you for your apology”, she says and kisses Mal’s nose. “But don’t you think you owe one to Ben, Audrey and Uma, before me?”

Mal’s magic gathers in her mouth like acidic bile. “Why the fuck would I apologize to Uma and Audrey?”

“You spelled Audrey’s boyfriend.” Evie furrows her brows.

“We were evil.”

“You bullied Uma for years and then you left her and all the others on the Isle.”

“You’re making a list.”

Evie sighs. “You can’t pick and choose who to apologize to, M.” She kisses Mal’s cheek and leaves the room. Mal’s magic reaches out for her, wants to curl around Evie’s waist and never let her go.

Instead, she stands in front of the mirror, looks at her hair and the way she stands and, for the first time in her life, stands up straight. Fairies are small, are tiny, your human half is mudding you, her mother is saying, sneering, spitting and Mal spits back. Fuck you, mother.

She asks Chad for Audrey’s phone number the next morning and he furrows his brows, scowls. He gives her the number anyway.

Mal spends three hours calling and hanging up when she hears Audrey’s voice. Fuck fuck fuck.

“If this is another prank call, I swear to fucking God, I will -”

“Hi.” Mal’s voice sounds weak in her ears and small.

“What do you want?” Mal bites her lower lip and takes a deep breath.

(She apologizes to Ben, too, brings him chocolate and makes him pudding en flambé, which is the hardest thing she ever did in her life, not even staring down her mother comes close. He smiles and forgives her in a heartbeat and she takes a leap of faith and tells him why she spelled him in the first place. His smile falls.)

When she apologizes to Jay, in a hushed voice, her hair growing darker and darker, he just smiles and says it’s fine. She looks at the oil lamp on her jacket and thinks about his father and his fists. She rips the lamp off and hands it to him. “I don’t need it anymore“, she says, and looks at him. “I wish for you to be free.“ He smiles and bows. “Thank you, Maleficent“, he says and her hair grows another shade darker.

They find Uma hunting just offshore. She has discarded her gown, has opened the braids in her hair and is diving after a tuna. Jay’s hand is secure on Mal’s shoulder and she shivers. Carlos smiles at her.

“Uma!”, she calls and a tentacle wraps around her waist, drags her into the shallow water. Uma’s teeth are bared, a sharp stone in her hand and her chest is rising and falling rapidly. “What”, she snarls, “do you want?”

“I want to apologize”, Mal says and the tentacle around her waist loosens a bit.

“We’re bringing everyone off the isle”, says Evie and takes a step back. “Ben is signing the list.”

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Healing Carlos

Ben's heavy footsteps could be heard thudding against the metal stairs, steady, slow and alone. The teens waiting below held their breath, hoping they were mistaken.

However, moments later the young King appeared unaccompanied by Mal.

He didn't speak at first. In all his years of King Training he never once was informed on how to properly explain to your best friends who happen to be the children of the worst villains ever known, that not only did he fail them, he brought them into unnecessary danger (which he was sure he only knew the half of) to help clean up his own mistake. He was definitely starting to sense some holes in his education.

Ben exhaled slowly as he tugged his leather jacket around him. The air here was different, it wasn't even necessarily colder than Auradon but there was a chill that seemed to sink straight into his bones. It's one that lingers long after you've taken a hot shower and curled into bed. It made your hair stand on end and while the kids from the isle had grown accustomed to it Ben's discomfort was only becoming more and more apparent.

"Sh-she's not coming. Mal, isn't coming home. I'm sorry, I-I thought… I don't...-"

"-Ben, listen," Evie cut him off, and placed a comforting hand on his arm, "it's not over, we'll talk to her. You're so important to Mal and you just have to understand, coming from the Isle, things are different. Sometimes it takes us a while to figure things out, you know? These good emotions are still new to us. She'll come around, I promise." She gives his hand a squeeze and glanced back at Jay and me for reassurance only to find Jay standing alone where he kept watch. His face was blank but his eyes were calculating as they darted back and forth searching for potential attackers and points of escape.

"Jay!" Evie whispered but her voice still carried to the wall Jay was leaning against.

"What?"

"Where's Carlos?"

"He's right he-" Jay turned his head sharply and scanned the area before his eyes landed on Evie's. "He should've been back by now."

"I know."

Ben hadn't been concerned until he saw the other teen's reactions. I had been there along with Dude when he went up to speak with Mal and he had assumed that the white haired boy had been waiting in the car. I was the jumpiest of the four and had the most reservations about returning to the Isle so it wouldn't have been a surprise.

"Where'd he go?" Ben tried to remain quiet during this stressful ordeal but if he was going to help he needed information.

"He's supposed to be walking Dude around the block but that was 15 minutes ago." Jay responded but he clearly wasn't paying any attention to Ben.

Dude had managed to sneak into the limousine before they left for the Isle and only made himself known shortly after their arrival. I had attempted to keep Dude hidden in the car but his impatient barking and whines could be heard for some distance. As dogs aren't one of the Isle's natural inhabitants this started to draw attention to the otherwise deserted area. They had agreed they needed to get some of Dude's nervous energy out before they were all discovered so I had offered to quickly walk him through some of the near by ally ways where they could mostly avoid being seen. Evie wanted to accompany me and my dog while Jay waited for Ben and Mal but they decided it was more important for her to be ready to protect the King. Word travels fast on the Isle and it would only be a matter of time before villains started trying to take their shot at Ben. That had been 15 minutes ago, which was not, what had been agreed upon.

"He could just be running late or maybe he got lost?" Ben offered.

"Carlos knows the isle like the back of his hand, he grew up on these streets. And yeah, maybe he is late, or maybe he's dead. I'm not going to sit here pondering which one it is." Jay's voice was harsh and low. Ben knew there was no comforting Jay or Evie, neither would be calm until the smallest of their group had been found. His thoughts were interrupted by shouting in the distance and he watched horror spill across Evie's face.

"Carlos." She whispered his name in a breath more as a prayer than anything else. She wasn't religious but she could be if anyone dared hurt me. With that Jay took off in a sprint with Evie and Ben close behind. They never slowed down as they rushed under steel beams and over fallen barrels while they raced towards the source of the commotion. As quickly as the noise had started it stopped. Jay slid to a halt and motioned for the others to be quiet but nothing could be heard. Even the air felt oddly still, as if it too cowered from the son of Jafar's intensity in looking for his little buddy.

Evie pushed past both of the boys and continued to walk down the cobblestone alley scanning for anything that might help locate me. Ben was about to suggest going back to their original meeting spot incase he showed up but Evie quickly froze and then darted down an alley a few blocks ahead.

Ben and Jay jogged after her eager to see what caused such a reaction. As they approached her, Evie's whole body tensed. One perfectly manicured hand covered her mouth while the other had a white-knuckle grip on a black and red miniature leather vest, one that matched perfectly with my jacket.

"That's not..." Jay was the first to speak but he couldn't force himself to finish his sentence. Evie simply nodded in response.

It was always dark on the Isle but suddenly the lack of light felt suffocating. Jay squinted at the ground trying to find anything else that might give away who the attacker was but all he could find were speckles of blood and a couple of foot prints. There was no way of knowing who the blood belonged to but one thing was clear, I put up a fight.

"We need to tell Mal." Evie stated, still staring at Dude's vest. "We need to tell Mal, and we need to come up with a plan. We're not leaving the Isle until we find him." There was no need to respond, it was already understood they would stop at nothing to get their baby back.

As they approached Mal's home it was Evie who stepped towards the speakerphone outside her door.

"Mal? It's Evie. Please pick up. I know you're upset, and you're hurt but we need you. Something's happened, something bad." Evie paused, still no response, "Mal, come on, this isn't you, we really need your help! It's Carlos. He's missing an-"

Before Evie could finish her plea the door opened. She knew Mal would never turn her back on one of her own. Ben, Jay and Evie quickly made their way to the top floor. Ben momentarily hung back, almost afraid to see Mal again so soon after their last encounter but still he knew his friend's safety was at stake.

In a way he felt incredibly guilty for my disappearance. This never would've happened if he had just tried to be more understanding of Mal. If they didn't have that fight Mal wouldn't be here in the first place and he never would have gotten the VK's to accompany him to the Isle. He knew they were afraid to come back here, especially me. None of them ever spoke about their past but from their nervous ticks and odd habits he was certain it was nothing good.

He could see it in Mal in the way she froze when Evie or I coughed and how she murmured her mother's name in her sleep always with a furrowed brow. He could see it in Jay, the way he'd get a little too aggressive during Tourney and how food mysteriously kept missing from the kitchen. Usually it wasn't even enough to notice, enough for four people to be exact, but frequently the kitchen door would be left open the next morning even though the cooks all swore it had been locked the night before. He could see it in Evie when she refused dessert even when it was her absolute favorite (apple pie), and when she reapplied her makeup over and over after making a mistake on her homework. He especially saw it in Carlos, how his whole body would tense if anyone raised their voice in the same room as how I could be seen quietly reciting the periodic table to myself. If Ben so much as dared to put his hand on my shoulder without making his presence known first he was almost certain to leave the friendly chat with a black eye.

So while none of the teens spoke freely about their past on the island it wasn't hard to guess it hadn't been great. Now, however, Ben was starting to realize he might just witness exactly how bad it was to grow up here. He wasn't certain how nervous to be for me but judging by everyone's worried features as they huddled together over a table trying to come up with a plan he could feel it in his gut. They needed to find me and they needed to find me fast.

"Does Carlos have any enemies here? I mean who would want to hurt Carlos?" Ben asked. The other three teens looked up in surprise, they had almost forgotten that Ben was in the room with them.

"Who wouldn't want to hurt Carlos is the questions you should be asking." Mal stated, but Ben still looked confused so Evie attempted to explain in the gentlest way possible.

"When we lived here we had the run of the Isle and we had more enemies than allies. You have to understand that things were different then, this was all we ever knew. We did as our parents told and caused as much trouble as we could. We were called the Rotten Four and there are still rival gangs who wouldn't be pleased to see us back here probably thinking we're trying to reclaim old territory. Not to mention we've all directly disobeyed our parents so if any of them found him he's as good as dead. And in the off chance he was found by someone who we managed to not torment daily they surely would turn him into his mother for a reward, if not for the sake of being evil."

Ben exhaled loudly, "Alright then, where do we start."

"Hell Hall." Mal responded gravely, "It's where Cruella lives and probably our best shot. Maybe you should stay here Ben, it's not a great place for a social call and I don't want anything happening to you. The last thing we need is having you get kidnapped too."

"No. I'm coming. It's my fault he's in this mess so I'm going to help get him out of it. Besides, I need to see how these people on the Isle live, they are my people too after all."

"It's settled then." Mal's lips twisted into a grimace but otherwise her face showed no emotion, "We're going to Hell Hall."

It wasn't long before they reached my old home, if you could even call it that. The word home signifies comfort and a sense of belonging, neither of which I had ever felt within these walls.

"Good new and bad news," Mal whispered, "Cruella's car is gone so she's not inside but that also doesn't' mean she doesn't have Carlos or that she won't be back soon."

The old Victorian mansion towered over them. Had it managed to go into even more disrepair since they had moved to Auridon? Without me there to be my mother's slave it seemed the house itself was being supported only by the ivy that covered it.

They crept through the over grown grass, careful not to step on any traps and made their way to the back door. Jay knelt next to the doorknob and was able to pick the lock with relative ease. With a menacing creak the door swung open but no one dared to step inside.

Ben started to move forward but Mal's hand caught his forearm.

"Wait." She took a deep breath, "It's just… Are you sure you want to do this? It's not going to be pleasant in there and that's if she hasn't gotten to Carlos yet."

Ben placed his other hand on top of Mal's and looked into her eyes.

"I know. But I need to see this."

With that, Mal dropped her hand and they stepped inside. The lights flickered on but they weren't much use.

"Ugh, the smell." Mumbled Jay as he pinched his nose. The scent of rotting meat and months worth of trash filled the room. This was just proof that Cruella, who was already insane before her time on the isle, seemed to be continuing her descent into madness.

"Come on guys, we should check the closet and get out of here." Evie said covering her nose with her hand. She was right, if Cruella had found me there's only one place she would keep me, my old room.

Despite the darkness, Evie was able to navigate the old house well. After all, this wasn't the first time they've had to break in and make sure the smallest member of their group was still breathing, however, she truly hoped this would be the last.

As they entered Cruella's room Ben looked around with mild disgust. Everything was so dirty, even the bed seemed to be covered in a layer grime. Broken glass littered the floor along with various red marks on the wall the he couldn't seem to identify.

"So this was Carlos's room?" Ben asked.

Jay gave a soft chuckle. "No, this was Carlos's room." He opened the closet door, not sure if he was terrified or relieved that it was empty. On the floor was a blood stained blue quilt and various animal traps. The four teens stood in silence for a moment taking it all in. Evie couldn't tear her eyes away from the bloody handprint on the wall. The horrors I must have endured in this room. She never got used to seeing it and was desperately hoping this would be the last time any of them would be in that house.

"We should take the quilt you gave him, Evie. He'd want it. Maybe we can get the stains out of it." Mal spoke, but barely above a whisper. She knelt down and folded it gently and placed it in her backpack. Mal made eye contact with Ben, his face was blank but you could see thousands of thoughts running through his head. Quietly she reached for his hand.

"We need to go, who knows when Cruella will be back." As if on que the sound of a roaring engine consumed the house. Mal raced to a window, rubbed some of the dirt away and peered out.

"Shit." All eyes were on Mal as they waited for her instructions.

"She has Carlos. But there are other people here too. Two of them are her cronies, what were their names? Horace and Jasper?" Evie mumbled a confirmation. If that was all they still had a fighting chance but Mal wasn't moving from her post. There had to be more.

"Oh no. Jafar and Evil Queen are here too. We have to hide. Now." Mal whipped around and sprinted down the stairs, her friends following closely behind. As she raced out the back door and up the ladder to my tree house she could hear Horace and Jasper arguing.

"Mal, what are we going to do? We're completely out numbered, we're not going to make it out of here." Evie whispered.

"No, we're going to make it out of here but we have to surprise them. I'm not sure how yet, but right now we can't make a sound until we know what they're planning. Then it's get our little guy and get the hell out."

From the tree house they couldn't specifically see what was going on inside but with all the disrepair there was little instillation so sound carried quite easily. All the teens held their breath as the rest of the Villains entered the household. They could hear me struggling with the cronies.

"Let me go!"

"Listen kid, we wouldn't have to do this if you didn't keep trying to run away."

Cruella's laugh could be heard from the distance and suddenly my tone changed completely.

"Please. Please let us go. You don't have to do this. You can just let me and the dog go and no one has to know." Pleading with the men wasn't going to do anything but I had to try that laugh sent chill down my spine. That laugh usually meant chores or pain. That laugh was supposed to exist only in my nightmares. This wasn't supposed to be my life anymore. I chose good, why was I still being punished?

With that the sound of skin connecting with skin carried up to the tree house and Ben and Evie had to physically restrain Jay from running back into Hell Hall that very moment.

"Wait, guys…" Mal glanced around her, "This was Carlos's tree house. The kid's a genius, he has to have something up here we can use. Quick, everyone look around and see if there's anything that could cause a distraction."

Inside, Jafar was kneeling in front of the battered boy.

"Now Carlos, this is so silly, why won't you just tell us where Evie and Jay and that little boy King are? We wouldn't have to keep hurting you if you just told us what we wanted to know."

"I told you, they're not here. I came back alone. I left Auradon because I missed being evil. I missed being rotten but none of them did so I stole the limo and drove back myself." Another thudding sound, and then coughing, a sure kick to the stomach. This time Cruella's voice was clear, "Listen to Jafar sweetie, you're only causing your own pain now. If you just told us where those little brats, have run off to, then you could have a nice little lay down in your closet and fluff some of mommy’s furs. All this pain can stop, we're just trying to help you see those children aren't worth it."

"No. No. Stop it. They're not here, I already told you I came back alone just let me go." My arguments were getting shorter and weaker, typically followed by muffled sobs and sharp slaps from one of the adults.

"I knew you were never strong enough to be a villain. Look at you a few light taps and you're a ball on the floor. Pathetic. We'll try again when you're feeling more cooperative. In the meantime, how about I take this vicious beast and start a new pair of ear muffs?" There was a scream and then silence.

Evie audibly gasped. Were they too late? Had Cruella finally gone too far? She glanced around the tree house all they could find were half finished projects I didn't get to take with me and piles and piles of papers of future plans and math problems. None of which were useful. Right as they were about to give up Ben uncovered a pile of metal chains and traps Carlos must have been saving for one of their many pranks.

"Perfect!" Gasped Mal and quietly as they could each teen grabbed an armful of the metal traps.

"Jay and Evie set these up at the back door. Anyone who tries to get out won't be able to run far. We should be able to handle them from there. Ben and I can take the front of the house." Mal whispered with the authority of someone twice her age.

"How are we going to get them to come outside?" Evie asked.

Mal responded with an evil smirk, "Leave that to me."

With that the two teams split up each setting up several traps at the foot of the doors. As Ben prepared the finishing touches Mal grabbed discarded bat from the lawn and weighed it in her hand, this would do nicely. Then with a fire in her that she hadn't felt before she climbed on top of Cruella's car. She took a deep breath, lifted the bat over her head with both hands and swung down onto the windshield has hard as she could. That was for all the times she could count my ribs while she checked his torso for new bruises and cigarette burns. She swung again. That was for all the times my whimpers in my sleep, dreaming of suffocating furs and my mother's laugh. She swung again. That was for stealing the innocence of a boy who never deserved to be on this island to begin with. As Mal raised the bat above her head a fourth time the Villains had finally come rushing out the door to find the cause of the racket only to find their feet stuck in the metal traps on the ground. Similar screams can be heard from the back of the house where Horace and Jasper had been told to look for any of the traitorous children trying to free Cruella's child.

At the front of the house Cruella attempted to claw her way forward only find her hand caught in yet another trap she had set the night before.

"Please, no leave my baby alone! She doesn't deserve it!" She cried.

"Oh… You mean, don't do this?" Mal played dumb for a moment as she swung the bat against the windshield again, shattering it completely. Jafar and the Evil Queen withered in pain torn between begging for help and attempting to pry the trap off their feet but it was nothing compared to gut wrenching scream that escaped Cruella's mouth.

Moments later Dude rushed out the door but Ben was quick to scoop him up and cradle him against his chest, wary of any other traps that may still be in the yard. Following the dog was Evie, her face pale against her blue locks. She paused only for a moment to stare at her mother. There were so many things she wanted to say. So many arguments that she had played out in her head before falling asleep. She wanted to scream and cry, this was the woman that had made her life torture and all she could do was look at her. Finally, Evie bent down ever so slightly and whispered, "Don't frown mother, it causes wrinkles."

With that she straightened her spine, smoothed her skirt and stepped over her mother. Jay carried a barely conscious me over his shoulder and ignored his father's pleas for help. Instead he focused on avoiding jostling me too much as he made his way through the yard.

Mal jumped down from the car eager to see her friends but not before give the side mirror an "accidental" hit with her bat. She tossed the bat aside and the 5 teens carefully made their way back to the limo.

If she was being completely honest, Mal was afraid to look at me. Auradon had softened her and the fact that I wasn't complaining was completely terrifying. On the isle you are trained since birth not to show weakness. Any weakness is like holding a sign saying "Please attack me, I'm begging you. Steal all my valuables!" So normally when I had been found at my mother's after a severe beating and wasn't able to walk particularly well I'd still complain if anyone so much as offered a supporting hand. But this was different. When Jay apologized for stumbling slightly on the cobblestone road I only replied with a slurred, "S'okay." This was different and different scared Mal.

Ben hung back for a moment and quietly grabbed Mal's hand. She jumped at first but slowed down to his pace.

"Why didn't you guys say anything?" He asked in nearly a monotone. The shock from Hell Hall clearly hadn't worn off yet.

"Huh?" Mal answered still distracted by her conversation with the other VK's.

"Why didn't you say anything when you came to Auradon about your living conditions? Does everyone live like that? If I had known I coul-"

"-Could have what Ben? That's just the way things are here. No one lives well. Granted, Carlos had the worst out of all of us. That's not to say Jay and I never had our fair share of beatings." Mal replied quietly, "And Evie, she had her own forms of torture that her mother inflicted on her. It's not something we're happy to think about but either way it happened and it's made us who we are. I know Carlos doesn't want your pity, none of us do but what did you expect? Your father put a bunch of villains and their children on an island so he wouldn't have to worry about them. And that's exactly what he did, he didn't worry, he forgot about us. I warned you, this place isn't just a bunch of mischievous kids playing silly pranks, this is the real deal. And don't get me wrong, Carlos is strong. He's quick on his feet, he's smart and can easily hold his own in a fight but he shouldn't have to, not anymore."

Ben was speechless, he had no idea how bad things really were and he didn't even know how to begin to fix them.

Finally they began to approach the limo. Jay carefully laid me across Mal and Evie's laps in the back seat while he climbed into the driver's seat. Ben sat across from the girls and closed the door behind him, still clutching Dude to his chest.

"Sorry." Mal spoke again, but this time much softer, "I didn't mean to be so harsh. I'm just worried. He doesn't deserve this."

"He doesn't. None of you did. But we're going to fix this and Carlos is going to be okay. Like you said he's a fighter and we have top of the line medical facilities in Auradon, we'll take him straight to the nurse and he'll be good as new." Ben replied carefully, there was nothing else that could be said.

They sat in silence for the rest of the ride and didn't even flinch when they crossed the barrier. Evie stroked my hair, which was now slightly pink from blood. Mal attempted to catalog my injuries, just like she used to, plenty of bruises, nothing broken except for a rib or two, a few gashes on my arms, bleeding wrists, probably from having my hands tied together too tight with rope. There were a few cuts and bruises on my face, with a black eye beginning to appear and a concussion was definitely not out of the question. The most sickening of the injuries to look at though were the small circular burns covering my arms and torso. Some were old and some had been acquired in past few hours. Mal tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she covered me with the old quilt from my closet. She promised me this wouldn't happen again, she promised she would look out for me and yet here they were.

She thought back to the conversation they had only a few day prior where she asked me if I ever missed the Isle.

she had lost herself in so many ways. It wasn't just the new hair and the pink dresses, she had completely forgotten about all the terrible things I had faced, all the terrible things they all had faced and she was ready to jump right back in. Mal shut her eyes as they burned. She aggressively wiped away tears. Crying doesn't help anything, she was going to do better and be better, for me and Jay and Evie because they deserve better.

The car was still rolling to a stop when Ben opened his door and jumped out. He had already called for the nurse from the car and was preparing to move me directly to her care.

It was hours before they were allowed to see me but the teens refused to leave the waiting room until they did.

"Physically, he's going to make a full recovery, he needs to be careful and not strain himself. He'll need plenty of rest and keep an eye on his concussion. He may get headaches and nausea for a while but if it continues longer than a week bring him back here immediately. Emotionally though, he may not… is there-"

"We know." Mal replied, "We'll be there for him." With that all four of the teens pushed past the nurse and into my room. I was awake but barely. My torn clothing had been replaced with a white hospital gown which made my freckles stand out against my unusually pale skin.

"How you feeling buddy?" Jay asks, forcing a smile.

"I've been better." I responded with a grimace.

"I'm so sorry Los, we never should have let you go off on your own. If we had just stayed with you none of this would have happened." Evie finally spoke, her voice breaking every so often as she fought and lost holding back tears.

"Evie it's okay, there was nothing you could have done. We all would have been captured if we stuck together. I- Just… Promise me. Please. Promise me we're never going back there. I can't do it again. Hearing my mother's laugh, being back in that house, it felt like I never left. I can't do it anymore."

"It's okay Carlos, you're okay. We're never going back, she'll never lay a disgusting slimy paw on you AGAIN! You have us and it's gonna take some time but we will get through this. Now get some rest Los." Mal responded walking over to gently kiss her younger friend’s tiny forehead, she was nearly in a panic, she just wanted him to be better. What if all the confidence he had gained in Auradon had been lost? No. She couldn't think like that. All she could do was be there for me.

"Nightmares." I moaned. I was clearly struggling to stay awake but Evie understood immediately.

"We're not going anywhere if you start to have a bad dream we'll be here. We're always going to be here for you Carlos."

Ben stayed late into the night until the early morning as Ben watched the four Isle teens curled up together on my bed, careful to still give me as much space as I needed. Evidently I had much more to learn about them then I thought, but for now I needed to let them do what they do best, help each other heal.

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The Wedding Date - Chapter 4

Snow White is getting married. Let the week-long festivities begin! Evie can’t wait to celebrate her sister’s upcoming nuptials. There’s only one little problem: she’s supposed to bring a date, and her mom's expecting a MALE date. Evie hasn't told her yet that she prefers girls (ok, she's afraid to tell her)! She’ll be damned if she lets Snow’s wedding be the moment that her mom finds out her secret and ruins Snow’s special day. So to avoid the issue, Evie convinces her friend Jay to join her and pose as her date/boyfriend to keep her mom off her back. That should be easy enough to fake for a week, right?

And it is, until two distractions show up. Namely, Mal and Carlos.

Chapter 1 on Tumblr is here

Chapter 2 on Tumblr is here

Chapter 3 on Tumbler is here

Also posted to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/23281867

The Picnic

“Evie, I’ve missed you SO much! I’ve been waiting all morning to see you and I’ve been watching for the horses to come in and YOU were the first one in so I found you SO easy! You look so pretty!”

Dizzy’s talking a mile a minute and won’t stop smiling. She’s hugging Evie so tight at the same time, and Evie can feel her tiny fingers digging into the base of her ribs, but it doesn’t matter. She can’t stop smiling. This little girl, her cousin Dizzy, is her whole world.

“You’re so sweet, Diz, thank you.” She beams at her, rubbing circles into her back. “I’ve missed you too, beautiful girl.”

Dizzy pulls back quickly and grabs her, leaning her body weight forwards as she drags Evie along. “C’mon! Snow asked me to save her a blanket, I have a place for us!”

Evie jolts forward and instinctively grabs Mal’s hand to take her along. They let Evie drag them, giggling quietly as they stumble along together until they’re standing in front of one of the blankets closest to the water. Evie stops to take in the beautiful image of the radiant sun beating on the water, sparkling on gentle waves. She closes her eyes for a moment, listening to the soothing swell of the ocean, and letting the gentle breeze tousle her hair.

“It’s so beautiful and peaceful here,” she breathes quietly, eyes still closed. But the silence is gone all too soon, when a nasally screech sends her and Mal spinning on their heels.

“Maaalllll!”

Audrey’s huffing and stomping her way over to them, cheeks pink and flustered. She stops right in front of Mal, who has her mouth clamped shut while watching her cousin approach them. Evie can see her cheeks puffing up, and she snickers when she realizes how hard Mal is trying to stifle a laugh.

“I told you to go save her, not disappear and not come back!” Audrey exclaims, arms flying up in frustration. “We had no idea where you went! Mom and dad have barely seen you all day.”

The smile fades from Mal’s face as she shrugs her shoulders. “Sorry Auds, I didn’t realize you guys were missing me. I was just making sure Evie got back safe.” She gestures to the bluenette, who smiles sweetly at Audrey.

“It was my fault Audrey, I’m sorry. She really saved me today, so I asked her to take me back and give me some tips on my form so that wouldn’t happen again. Thanks so much for letting me borrow her.” Evie smiles her kindest smile, complete with teeth and a flutter of eyelashes.

Audrey exhales loudly and rolls her eyes, tilting her head to the sky to make her gesture obnoxiously obvious. “Whatever.” She looks directly at Mal, hands firmly on her hips. “Are you going to eat with us then? Mom and Dad want to see you at least a little bit this entire trip.” She points over to the food, noting the line starting to build. “They’re already waiting, let’s go.”

As Audrey storms off towards the food, Mal turns to Evie, sighing sadly. “Sorry, I guess I’ll catch you later?” She grabs Evie’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

Evie’s breath hitches as she basks in the soft grip of Mal’s hand on hers. She fights the urge to look down and gaze at the interaction like a lovesick dope. Instead, she turns the corners of her mouth up slightly and nod, exhaling sadly as she feels Mal’s hand slip when she turns to walk away.

“Evesie?” Evie’s lips curl up when she hears Dizzy use her nickname. She turns to look at the bright-eyed girl. “I didn’t get to meet your friend.”

“I know, Diz. It’s ok. I’ll definitely introduce you soon. You’ll really like her,”

“Oh, for sure! Her hair is so pretty! So purpley and fun! She’ll fit in great with us.” She giggles as she grabs at her colorful t-shirt, pulling it out to show off the patches of fabric that cover it, all different colors and patterns.

Evie just laughs, shaking her head. “You know it, Diz.”

Loud chatter erupts from behind them. Turning around, Evie sees all the guests conversing as they walk towards the blankets, having returned from the ride and dropped off their horses. She spots Jay, walking with Carlos, Doug, and Chad. While three of the boys seem to be having a casual conversation, Chad is hanging to the side, only glancing at them briefly. His eyes are glazed over and he looks painfully bored. She does notice a flicker of excitement in his eyes the moment he looks up at the group, until she realizes he’s actually looking over Jay’s shoulder at Audrey. She and Mal are grabbing plates in line. With the way she’s shoving a plate into Mal’s chest, Evie can guess she’s probably still irritated with her.

She rolls her eyes at the thought, then turns back to study Chad. He’s gazing at Audrey with his head tilted and mouth hanging open, not hiding his longing for the brunette even a little bit.

Seeing Chad like this spurs an idea in Evie’s head, and she just can’t ignore it. It's too good. She normally doesn’t like to exploit feelings, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

That is, a desperate need to be with Mal, which, to Evie, is good enough reason for just about anything right now.

Just beyond Chad she spots Snow walking towards her, arms linked with their mother. Grimhilde has a sour look on her face, like she just sucked down a lemon. Evie cringes when she realizes it’s meant for her. She’s definitely not in any rush to face that scowl.

Now seems as good a time as any to set her plan in motion.

“Diz, I’ll be right back. Save a place for me, ok?” Dizzy nods, still smiling happily.

“Of course! I’ll grab food with Snow and Auntie Grimhilde and meet you back at the blanket. See you soon!”

Dizzy sends her a haphazard wave as she walks away, first stopping briefly in front of Snow and Grimhilde.

“Hello mother. Snow,” she says with a polite nod. “I’m going to grab food and see about my boyfriend, and then I’ll join you to eat in a moment, ok?”

“Of course!” Snow says, smiling sweetly.

“Excellent, dear,” Grimhilde agrees, nodding curtly at Evie. “You should check on Jay, that poor boy’s been abandoned for much too long today. You should spend more time doting on him. Better he get that from you so he won’t have to seek it elsewhere, hmmm?” Grimhilde smiles through pursed lips, and Snow mimics the smile to Evie also, eyes crossing quickly before their mother notices.

Evie fights back a smile to Snow and tips her head at Grimhilde. “Yes mother, I agree. I’ll see you shortly.”

With her back turned, she crosses her eyes back at Snow as she leaves, elliciting a quiet snort from her sister. She grins to herself, thankful for her sister’s presence in moments like this.

Evie saunters up to Jay and hooks her arm through his, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek.

“Hey baby. How was the ride? I missed you.” She turns to face him and fakes a precious pout, complete with a full bottom lip.

“I missed you too, Princess. The ride was fun, I had a great view. ” He says, saving the implication just for her. She grins and subtly tips her head toward Carlos with a wink to Jay. She then turns completely to face Carlos, Doug and Chad.

“How about you boys? Did you enjoy your horse ride on the beach?”

Doug just nods, but Carlos beams brightly. “It was really fun! I don’t get the chance to ride horses much, and I never have on a beach! It was beautiful! I would love to be able to do that again sometime.” He bounces giddily as he talks, and Jay can’t hide the grin on his face as he watches the boy’s bubbling excitement.

Chad stays rigid and stone faced as they talk, and Evie looks over to him curiously when she notices his disinterest.

“Chad? You’re not enjoying yourself?” He glances at her and shrugs, not making a sound.

“That’s too bad. I know someone that would have had a better time too if you had ridden with her.” His head shoots up to look at Evie, eyes wide.

“Wait, who? Who wanted to ride with me? ?” The poor guy sounds SO desperate.

Evie keeps a straight face, pushing down all urges to smile, and waves a finger to gesture in front of her. “Audrey. She was just saying how she’s barely seen you this week. She’s really hoping you get to spend more time together.”

The way Chad scrambles to stand up straight, smooth his hair down and compose himself is so laughable the chuckle escapes Evie’s lips before she can even think to suppress it. Luckily, Chad’s too lost in looking at Audrey to even notice. He gives Evie a wink before he marches towards Audrey, pausing when he notices his awkwardly eager walk, and then dropping his shoulders to relax, trying to act more cool and casual in his stride.

Evie's smile turns smug as she watches Chad approach Audrey. She looks to Jay, who has his eyebrows raised at her in a confused stare. She pulls at his arm to get him to start walking.

“Come on, let’s grab some food.” She leans towards Carlos and Doug. “He’ll be back in a moment boys. You should get something to eat too, before the line gets too long!”

“So, do you wanna tell me what that was all about? With Chad?” Jay asks as they walk to the buffet line, eyebrows still perked in curiosity. He picks up plates for them and hands one to Evie.

“You’ll see,” she says with a wink. “You could say I might be using him, just a little bit, but it’s all for a good cause.” She motions to her right, where Chad and Audrey are talking. They watch Chad’s meager attempts to be suave, as Audrey stands tense and annoyed in front of him. She finally relents and waves for him to join her and Mal as they get their plates. He practically skips behind them joyfully, and Jay lets out a chortle when he sees Chad’s goofy grin. But when he spots Mal’s irritated face glaring at Chad as he wedges himself between the girls, he deduces Evie’s plan and turns to her with a wicked grin.

“You are devious, Eves. I had no idea you could be so calculating!” She gives him a playful nudge and shakes her head.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, my handsome jock,” she giggles. “But let’s hope this plays out in my favor.”

They fill their plates quietly, in awe of the amazing spread in front of them. Jay piles his plate with a few different sandwiches, chips, and even adds some fruits and vegetables at Evie’s prodding. Evie happily fills her plate with salad and fruit. They both sneak a cookie, which Evie shovels in her mouth quickly, leaning into Jay and keeping an eye out for her mom. Jay leans back to keep her shielded as she gulps down her treat.

“It looks like Christian and Snow are dividing and conquering,” he points out to Evie. She glances over to Dizzy’s blanket and spies Snow and Grimhilde with her, while Christian is a couple of blankets over, waving at Doug and Carlos to join him.

“Are you suggesting we part ways again, sweetie?” She ponders coyly. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were interested in someone besides your girlfriend .”

He chuckles at that, shaking his head. “I might say the same about you, Princess,” he quips. Jay dips in close to her ear then. “Besides, best if I’m not around if and when your plan plays out, right?”

She nods in agreement, turning back to look at Mal, who’s now following behind Audrey and Chad to sit at her blanket with her Aunt Aurora and Uncle Phillip. She still looks very perturbed, and Evie’s stomach tightens with hopefulness for her plan at that sight.

“At least I can explain that away to mom since Christian is separate, too.” She drops a peck to Jay’s cheek and smiles close to his face. “Go have fun with Carlos, you smitten little dork.”

Jay just sticks out his tongue and touches her cheek with it, making her coil back in disgust and start rubbing her face with the back of her hand. He chuckles as he walks away, leaving her standing there red-faced and glaring at him.

-----

The first thing Evie hears is Dizzy’s high pitched chatter as she walks back to the blanket. The sweet girl is always so passionate about everything, and Evie finds it to be nothing less than completely adorable.

Right now she’s vigorously describing the rest of her school year to Snow, who is nodding as quickly as she can to each of Dizzy’s stories while Grimhilde keeps her lips puckered tightly, poking a fork lazily at her salad.

“And two weeks after our final tests, we’re going to have a graduation! For junior high. Which I know is not as big of a deal as high school or college, but we get to wear robes and they’re going to call our names and we’re going to each walk on stage and get a diploma! And I really want you and Auntie Grimhilde and Evesie to come because you mean so so much to me, and it would be so so special to me if you were there to see me walk...oh, Evesie! There you are!”

Dizzy screeches happily as she launches herself off the blanket and latches to Evie’s side for another hug. Evie balances her plate to avoid dropping it as she hugs the auburn-haired girl against her.

“We were just talking about my graduation! I really really hope you can come!” The girl squeals as she drags Evie down to sit.

Evie’s eyes light up as she looked at the girl’s eager expression.”Of course, Diz. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Dizzy beams at Evie, but jerks her head around suddenly when she feels a firm hand grip her bicep. “Dizzy, darling, outbursts like that are NOT appropriate. Let’s please act like ladies and keep our shouting to a minimum.” Grimhilde’s pinched mouth and flared nostrils do little to hide her contempt at her niece’s actions.

Dizzy’s demeanor turns sheepish as she curls in her shoulders and drops her head. “I’m sorry Auntie,” she whimpers quietly. Evie huffs as she wraps an arm around Dizzy’s shoulder. She avoids her mom’s eyes, and instead offers Dizzy a warm smile.

“Evie!” Snow declares, drawing attention back to herself. “Mom and I were just talking about all the wedding plans for this week. I told you what her and I talked about for the ceremony, remember? With the flower arches and matching bouquets?” Evie flashed a smile at Snow and glanced back to her mom, who...was... smiling . Grimhilde’s teeth, not sneering? That’s a rare sight.

“You girls do both have lovely taste,” she told them, practically beaming. “It will be an absolutely beautiful ceremony, I’m sure.”

Grimhilde turns to Snow, placing a hand over hers. “Snow, I’m delighted for you that you’ve found such a gentleman like Christian. Now that he’s taking on leadership responsibilities at the Naval Academy, he will be very well set to provide for you both. I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful future together.”

“Thank you, mother,” Snow replies, putting her other hand on top of Grimhilde’s.

Grimhilde turns to face Evie “I do hope the same for you, darling. You deserve a man capable of taking care of you properly. I think Jay will have real potential to be that for you. Tell me, what is he studying in college again?”

Evie’s grin spread wide. She couldn’t even be frustrated with her mom’s own archaic ideas of men at the moment. She was so damn proud of her friend, she loved to brag.

“Sports Sciences. He’s on a football scholarship right now, so he’s hoping to play professionally and then move to coaching once he retires from doing that.” She peeks over to his blanket where she can see him gesturing wildly at Doug for some reason, smiling to herself as she watches him.

“Very impressive,” Grimihlde replies, following Evie’s eyes to him. “Camelot’s team has been doing very well this season, and Jay has been their star player. I have no doubt he’ll easily go professional.” She narrows her eyes, still watching Jay. “And with his skill level and charisma coaching will come naturally to him, I’m sure.”

She finally pulls her eyes from him and looks back to Evie. “You’re a very lucky girl, Evie, if you can keep his interest. You’ll both have a very lucrative future together.”

Evie can’t deny that the thought of her and Jay growing up and being successful together in their respective careers gives her a warm feeling. Now that they’ve both decided the futures they want to pursue, they’ve been nothing but supportive of each other, and she’s so thankful they have that together.

But Evie has a feeling that’s not exactly what her mom was thinking when she made that comment. She keeps her eyes on Grimhilde, smile frozen in place, to wait for what’s coming. Her mom has not been nearly as critical of her life as usual in this discussion. Though it’s possible that the prospect of Jay could be distracting to her, Evie somehow doubts it.

“You know, darling, if you are able to snag him as a husband, you’d do best to drop that silly design business so you can focus on Jay’s career, and what you can do to please him.”

There it is . Evie is prepared at least this time. She fights back the tension in her jaw, does her best to unball her fists. There’s no point in trying to argue with her mom, she’s set in her mind of the need for her daughters to have a man to submit to, with no desire to see them succeed on their own.

Snow knows too, which is why she sits and remains painfully quiet, watching Evie and trying to radiate support through her looks, willing her sister to remain calm under Grimhilde’s scrutiny.

Evie exhales slowly, her smile never faltering. “Yes, mother. I’ll definitely consider that once Jay’s career progresses.”

Grimhilde’s mouth spreads into a smug grin, pleased with Evie’s response. “Very good, dear,” she replies, sitting straighter, chin tilting up in mild satisfaction.

A shriek has everyone’s gaze shooting to the next blanket, where Audrey is embracing Chad tightly. He’s hugging her back, face lit up with sheer joy. Dangling from her fingers is a shiny gold bracelet, a gift from Chad in an attempt to win her favor. Aurora and Phillip are smiling warmly, and they’re all chattering excitedly over the reunited couple.

Except, that is, for Mal. While she’s trying to mask her sneer, Evie notices her annoyance, arms crossed as she stares through the sickeningly affectionate pair.

She’s jerked away from the sight when a loud clap startles her.

“Oh!” Grimhilde exclaims with delight. “Audrey and Chad, they’re together! How wonderful. Aurora and Phillip must be so pleased. I have to go offer my congratulations. If you’ll excuse me dears, I’ll be back shortly.”

Grimhilde stands gingerly, carefully brushing off her pants and smoothing her blouse. She tucks loose hairs back into her bun with her fingertips, tipping her head at her daughters and Dizzy before sauntering away.

Evie breathes a sigh of relief, turning to Snow with a smirk. But she’s surprised to see a stern look on her sister’s face, aimed at her. Evie furrows her brow in confusion, meeting Snow’s gaze.

Snow leans forward to pat Evie’s hand. “You know I understand why we let mom go off on her tangents, but I’m starting to think maybe you shouldn’t let her.”

Evie’s mouth hangs open in shock. There’s no way she heard her sister correctly. Did she?

“W-why would you say that? You know there’s no point in arguing with mom. She’s never seen us as anything but future trophy wives, and she never will.”

Snow shakes her head, waving her hand as if to shoo away her sister’s point. “I know. But it doesn’t matter what she thinks. You really are amazing Evie. You’re already a successful fashion designer. Your clothes are so impressive. YOU, are impressive” Snow gently squeezes the hand she was patting, lifting it up to hold to her chest. “And I want so much for you to be happy. To be with the person that makes you happy, whoever it is. You deserve that. I don’t care what mom says, and neither should you. You should feel proud of who you are.”

Evie opens her mouth, eager to dismiss her sister, not wanting to face the excruciating debasement of her mother. But a tiny, desperate voice cuts in.

“Evesie? W-why can’t...you be happy?” Goodness , Dizzy looks so heartbroken it makes her stomach knot.

“It’s, complicated, Diz,” Evie explains, twitching a smile as she reaches out to run a hand through auburn curls.

“But, I don’t understand,” Dizzy looks up at her, brows knitted together. “You’re so brave and strong, and, you’re...creative and smart and so nice and good to people. You’re not afraid to be whatever you want to be! You’re...who I want to be like when I’m grown up. W-Why wouldn’t you...be happy?”

Evie quickly wraps Dizzy in a hug, tears pricking at her eyes.

“Oh my Dizzy, you don’t need to be like me! You’re going to do so many wonderful things because you are so brave and strong. You don’t need a role model, especially not a mess like me.”

Snow wraps them both in a hug, resting her arms on their shoulders. “You are a good role model Evie. Just, let yourself be happy. For you, for me, and for Dizzy. Think about it, ok?” Evie bobs her head in silent agreement.

They pull away from each other at the sound of a loud cough above them.

“Am I, interrupting?” Mal says, smirking. “I was hoping I could join you. I need a break from the... happy couple.” She looks over her shoulder at Audrey and Chad, her lips curling back in disgust. “I can’t even get a word in with Aunt Rory anymore since Grimhilde joined us.”

“Of course!” Evie shouts, louder than she wanted to. She shrinks back a little as she withdraws from Snow and Dizzy, patting the blanket next to her. “We’d love that.”

Dizzy perks up as Mal plops down on the blanket. “Hi! I’m Dizzy,” she smiles brightly, waving a hand at her.

“Oh! Mal, this is my cousin. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to introduce you.” Mal smiles as she shakes Dizzy’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Dizzy.” She lets go of her hand to point at Dizzy’s hair. “Your hair clips are beautiful.”

Dizzy raises a hand to her head and smiles, touching one of the bejeweled flower clips twisted into the crown. “Thanks! I made them myself. I’ll have a collection of them in my hair salon one day when I start my own.” Her eyes light up with excitement as she talks.

“Oh really?” Mal inquires, quirking her brow. Dizzy nods her head furiously, wrapping an arm around Evie to pull her close.

“I’m going to be a famous hairstylist, and Evie will be a famous fashion designer! She makes the best clothes and I can make anyone’s hair look pretty. Everyone will be begging us to style them.” Evie smiles and leans into Dizzy.

“Wow. Well don’t forget us little people when you become the glam team to the stars,” Mal quips, looking to Snow as she starts to snicker. Evie shakes her head and smiles at them.

“Oh, oh! You need to model for Evie! You and Snow! Wouldn’t they be great, Evie? Mal’s SO pretty.” Dizzy points to both, shaking her fingers eagerly.

“Yes, she’s very pretty Dizzy.” She smiles at Mal, throwing her a wink. A blush creeping up Mal’s cheeks leaves Evie tingling with satisfaction.

Snow, Mal and Evie listen intently as Dizzy continues to chatter about her hair salon plans, until a loud booming voice captures everyone’s attention.

“OY! PARTY’S HERE!”

A tall, muscular young man with tousled brown hair and piercing blue eyes is being greeted by Christian. They come in and hug each other broadly, finishing with firm slaps to the back. He’s dressed...almost provocatively, considering the occasion. Cotton pants grip firmly to muscular thighs and a tight rear end, while his red short sleeved button down doesn’t do much better to hide the rippling muscles in his chest and arms. And in case the implication of his build wasn’t enough through his clothes, he left the first 3 buttons of his shirt undone, exposing some of the cut definition in his pectorals.

Evie’s mouth hangs open in shock, but not from the young man’s borderline scandalous appearance. She already knows his face, very, very well. He was a big part of her life only three years ago. While she wouldn’t say their last encounter ended badly, the thought of the potential awkward encounters this week has her sucking in her breath, constricting her lungs to the point of practically bursting.

While she quietly curses, lamenting her luck, the man draws a girl to his side to introduce her to Christian. When Evie lays eyes on her, her brain starts shutting down. She can’t focus as she hears a low rumbling in her head, drowning out the sounds of the world around her.

The girl is beautiful, slim and strong-looking, with shiny, long dark brown hair with vivid teal streaks all over, pulled into tiny braids throughout her head. She’s wearing a dark teal v-neck shirt that complements her striking hair and dark jeans, which prompts a tiny smile from Evie. She used to tease the girl nonstop about her obsession with jeans. Well, at least she did, when they were still speaking to each other.

Evie is fixated on the couple, quietly watching as they follow Christian to his blanket. When Evie sees the girl start to look around, she freezes, waiting for her eyes to trail the crowd. She gasps faintly when deep, inky black eyes lock onto hers. The girl’s recognition has her smiling, showing perfectly white, gleaming teeth. She leans in to whisper to the young man, and then starts heading...to Evie’s blanket.

“Is that...who I think it is?” Snow looks at Evie, eyebrows raised. “Wait, both of them. They can’t be..?”

She jolts when she hears Snow’s voice. Evie almost forgot about everyone she was sitting with. Words weren’t coming to her, so instead she nods slowly, eyes never leaving the new arrival almost upon them. She’ll have a LOT to explain to Snow, but most of the story will have to wait until later.

“Princess.” the girl states flatly, as she stands right in front of where Evie is sitting. “It’s been a while.”

“Uma.” Evie tries her best to keep her voice steady and even. “It has been. You look...good.” She forces herself to swallow quietly, but the lump in her throat is SO dry.

Uma smiles cordially, exposing more perfect white teeth. “So do you. I guess this year’s been pretty good to you.”

“Yes. I mean, so far so good,” she says, urging a smile to her lips.

They both start to snicker, eyes locked on each other for a few seconds, allowing the sounds of their laughter die down to an...uncomfortable silence.

Luckily, Dizzy’s not one for uncomfortable situations.

“Hi!” She practically shouts, jumping between the girls. “I’m Evie’s cousin Dizzy. Are you her friend?”

Uma glances down at Dizzy and shakes her hand, chuckling as she turns back to Evie.

“Oh, yes! Dizzy, this is Uma.” Evie then twists behind her to point out the rest of the guests on the blanket to Uma. “And you know my sister Snow, and this is our new friend Mal.” Both girls wave cordially.

“Yes, hi Snow, it’s good to see you again. Congratulations.” Uma tips her head and smiles. “And Mal, it’s nice to meet you.”

Evie patted the blanket next to her, gesturing to Uma, who drops down to sit. “Uma and I met at Camelot freshman year. We had the same statistics class, and we joined the same study group. She was pretty much hopeless with statistics, so I had to spend a lot of time helping her.” Uma smiles and shakes her head. “But she paid me back with rides to class on her bike. We got to be...really close...friends, really fast.”

She hears a giggle as a hand grips her arm, and Evie shifts her legs to properly face Uma. Uma’s leaning towards her, and Evie balks back when she sees how close they are to each other already.

“Of course, Princess. The closest of...friends,” Uma agrees, smiling as her eyes dart over Evie’s face, concentrating on her as if she’s drinking in every feature.

Evie clears her throat nervously, averting her eyes from Uma’s examination. But once she turns, she catches Mal studying her and Uma, eyebrows perked. Evie’s unsure if her expression is one of feigning interest, or if Mal is genuinely confused as to what’s going on between the two girls.

“So Uma, how’s school going? Evie told me you transferred to the Auradon Naval Academy this past fall, correct?” Snow inquired, pressing her hands into the blanket to bring herself closer to the brunette.

Evie breathed a small sigh of relief, blinking up at Snow and offering a grateful half smile.

“Yes, it’s great!” Uma beams at Snow. “My major is Oceanography now. I love it. I’ve met SO many people at the academy that love the ocean, like I do. Like Harry.” She waves over to Christian’s blanket, pointing out her wedding date. “He’s been really great. And he really loves assisting Christian. Actually, meeting them in the Introduction to Oceanography class is what helped me decide on my major. They really love what they do.”

“And so now you’re dating Harry?” Evie scoffs, almost under her breath. It surprises her a little that she lets that slip, but she tries not to show it, forcing a cool expression as she looks up at Uma.

“Yes, I am.” Uma’s smile fades a little. “In the...loosest sense of the word.” She chuckles to herself, then puts her attention back to Evie. “Neither of us are really into...labels. We’ve tried that, and you know what? It’s never really worked out. For either of us.”

Uma’s look now has Evie’s face burning, and she drops her eyes to the ground as the flush creeps up her neck.

“Maybe we’re just not relationship people?” Uma cracks. “Well, whatever the reason, we’re doing really good. Just like this. If you want to call it something, what we have is...casual. We enjoy our time together, but we don’t get jealous. He can spend time with whoever he wants, and so can I. We’ve both had enough disappointment with regular relationships. We just want...to be happy. That’s all.”

Evie still refuses to look at anybody. The whole blanket is quiet, waiting for any response from her. Finally, Uma just sighs and stands up, brushing off her jeans.

“Well, I was told there’s not much time to eat, so I’m just going to grab something quick. I’ll be right back.” She gives a friendly wink to everyone, peeking at Evie quickly before walking away.

Snow, Mal, and Dizzy all continue to watch Evie as Uma leaves. After a minute of painful silence, Snow breaks it with a question she’s been dying to ask since the new couple arrived.

“Evie, that Harry...is it the one that, you...I thought he looked familiar, but it’s been a few years--”

“It IS,” Evie groans, burying her face in her hands. Snows puts a hand on her shoulder, rubbing gentle circles.

“Wait a minute.” Mal puts a hand up, trying to collect her thoughts. “Are you saying you know HARRY too?” Snow nods, Evie’s face still not visible. “How?”

Snow shrugs, still rubbing Evie’s shoulder. “That’s not my story to tell. If Evie wants to share her past, that’s up to her.”

Evie exhales deeply, dropping her shoulders. She turns her gaze up, meeting the looks of confusion and concern.

“I dated Harry.” She blurts out. Mal and Dizzy drop their mouths in shock, looking at each other before spinning back to Evie.

“Well, I didn’t see that coming.” Mal starts to snicker, but the distressed look on Evie’s face stops her abruptly.

“It was in high school, for two years. He was my first real boyfriend. My f-first...romantic, relationship...a-at all, actually.” Evie stammers out. She knows why she felt the need to make that clear, but she hopes Mal gets it, too.

She makes no expression of acknowledgement, but Mal is listening intently to Evie, chin resting in her hands as she keeps her eyes locked on the bluenette. She’ll take that as a good sign, for now.

“He wanted to stay together, after graduation. He asked me if I wanted to...to try it.” She sighs, glancing over to where he was seated, next to Christian. “But, I knew I didn’t love him. And he didn’t love me, not really. He was just...trying to be something h-he really...wasn’t.”

“What, was he trying to be?” Dizzy implores. Evie smiles at the girl’s wide eyes. Her naivety when it came to relationships has made her oh so curious.

“Monogamous,” she says with a smirk. “Honestly, this...casual relationship thing. With him, I’m not surprised. It seems like his...style. I’m just surprised he’s doing it with her .”

Evie chews her lip as she feels Mal studying her. Is it possible she’s figured out what Evie’s afraid to say?

Evie can feel a deep sense of longing creeping up into her chest, and she realizes, secretly, she wants Mal to figure it out. Maybe, if she found out the truth, it will save Evie from making any confessions that her mom might hear or find out about.

“So, why does that surprise you? About Uma?” Mal lifts an eyebrow, obviously curious. Evie starts to twist the sleeve of her red sweater between her fingers, clenching her teeth before she answers.

“Uma and I were really close for almost two years. We knew everything about each other. The Uma I knew was not about being... casual . She wanted--” Evie shuddered out a breath. “--love. She wanted to find love with... someone .

Mal was staring at her, silent, as if she was thinking. Behind her, Snow was biting her lip and looking on with concern. Evie straightens herself, shaking her head quickly. Sharing anymore at this point could be trouble.

“What do I know though? We haven’t talked in almost a year. She could be completely different by now.”

“You haven’t talked? What happened?” Dizzy’s shocked tone surprises Evie. “It just...she seems really nice. Why would you stop talking?”

“It was...we decided…” She huffs in frustration. “We had a fight, when she was deciding if she wanted to go to the Academy. I didn’t want her to leave m--. To leave.” Evie stutters. “When she did anyway, I was hurt. She was too, I think. Because I wasn’t being a-a good...a good friend. To her. Supporting what she wanted to do. So when she left, we just...stopped. No calls, no visiting. I don’t think either of us wanted to be first to apologize.” She laughs quietly. “And...here we are.”

Just then, Uma returns with a wide grin and a plate piled high with food, already shoving a roll into her mouth with her free hand. She chews her bite quickly and swallows it down with some effort.

“So, did I miss anything?” She asks, dropping down with her plate as she looks around the blanket.

“Nope!” Snow interjects loudly, popping the ‘p.’ “I’m just boring everyone with wedding planning talk. This week has been SO stressful.” She laughs and pats Evie on the shoulder. “My sister has been so patient, but now I’m dragging her friends into it too! If you don’t want to hear it anymore, please, stop me!”

“No, that sounds great!” Uma says, throwing a hand up. “Tell me, I’d love to hear what this week has in store.”

Me too , Evie thinks, flashing Snow a grateful smile.

-----

Jay watches the young man curiously as he approaches with Christian. He recognized the girl he was with right away, but he doesn’t seem familiar. Uma had walked off, probably towards Evie, and he was dying to know how she was handling it.

But before he can even glance her way, blue eyes are staring down at him, accompanied by a playfully wicked smirk. Christian comes up from behind and claps a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Guys! I want you to meet Harry. He’s a student at the naval academy, and I’ve been mentoring him this past year as a student teacher.”

Harry turns back to Christian and drops a hand to his shoulder. “And it’s been a wild ride, hasn’ it?” He speaks with a thick accent, that Jay decides must be either Scottish or Irish.

Christian shakes his head, smiling at Harry. “It has been, and with its fair share of trouble.” He laughs as he directs his attention to the rest of the blanket. “Harry’s one of my best students. He’s a quick learner. Now, if only he didn’t get into so much trouble.” He slaps Harry on the arm and laughs. “There’s not a rule he hasn’t broken at this point, I swear!”

Harry barks a laugh so loud Jay startles, quickly having to scramble to compose himself. Fuck, everything about this guy is starting to feel intimidating for some reason.

“I can’ help it now, can I? Ah’ve been gettin’ inta trouble since I was just a lil’ thing. It’s just a habit!”

Christian chuckles and waves for Harry to sit with him. He plops down on the blanket close to Jay and across from Carlos and Doug.

“Harry, this is Snow’s cousin Doug,” he points across from Harry, and Doug leans forward to shake his hand.

“Nice ta meet ya,” Harry smiles, giving his hand a tight squeeze. Doug winces and pulls his hand back, shaking off the sting. “So, ya must be Evie’s cousin too, right?”

Doug looks up at him surprised, nodding his head. “Yeah, you know Evie?”

“Oh yah, Princess and I go way back.” He smiles, waggling his eyebrows. “Ah’ve known tha’ pretty since high school.”

Doug bristles, taken aback byt Harry’s abrasiveness. He points a finger harshly at Jay. “Well then, maybe you should meet her boyfriend then. That’s Jay.”

Harry looks over to Jay, his brow raised in surprise. “Boyfriend, eh?” Jay nods. “Well then, good for you.” He grabs Jay’s hand, giving him the same tight shake. “Yer a lucky one. Yah’ve got a great girl there, lad.”

“Thanks…” Jay answers slowly, still wary of Harry’s reaction. “I know I do. She’s the best.”

Harry keeps staring at Jay for another moment after he drops his hand, eyes softening in thought. He smiles to himself, and Jay wonders what he could be thinking about, and if it had something to do with Evie.

Harry shakes himself out of his thoughts quickly, and looks up to seek out more new faces. His gaze lands on Carlos, and the wicked smirk returns to his face as his eyes slowly rake up and down the boy.

“An’ who is this adorable gent?” He locks eyes with Carlos, a fiery spark laced into his look. Jay can feel himself tensing his jaw, his lips involuntarily curling into a sneer.

Doug puts a hand on Carlos’ back, and Harry’s eyes flash to the movement. “Doug, is this yer beau? He’s lovely.” Harry hisses, leaning closer. Carlos starts to blink rapidly, stiffening his posture, but not moving away just yet.

“Harry, this is Carlos,” Doug seethes at him through clenched teeth. “He’s my roommate . I am very much straight.”

Harry nods, eyes never leaving Carlos. “I don’ think persuasion makes a difference with someone so pretty. How can ya not find tha’ sweet face appealin’?”

He extends a hand to the white-haired boy, who visibly swallows at the gesture. Slowly, he puts his hand in Harry’s to give him a friendly shake.

Carlos yelps when his hand is pulled and twisted over, Harry smacking wet lips over his knuckles, dragging his mouth over the skin as Carlos squirms and tries to wriggle away.

Jay starts to lunge at Harry, but Doug has already instinctively reached forward to yank Carlos’ hand away and pull him back, wrapping his arms around him as he sits him back upright. Carlos gapes at nothing, remaining motionless and painfully silent.

“It’s a pleasure ta meet yeh, Carlos. Very much so.” Harry’s wicked smirk is back, but he straightens up and puts space back between them.

“Harry.” Christian interjects, grabbing at his bicep. “It’s probably a good idea for you to grab some food now, if you’re hungry. They’re going to start setting up for the bonfires soon, and the buffet will need to be put away.” He gestures to where the food is set up, noting that servers were already starting to pack up some things.

“Aye chum, thanks fer that.” In one swift movement, Harry pushes himself to standing, taking a moment to adjust his pants slightly. “I’ll see you gents in a moment.” He tips his head, stealing a glance at Carlos again before walking off.

Christian chuckles lightly as he watches Harry leave. “That boy is a character.” He shakes his head, looking to Doug. “I know Harry can seem pretty...brazen, but I think you guys will really like him if you give him a chance.”

He shifts his glance over to Jay. “Can you all be sure to include him in stuff? He doesn’t know too many people here, and I want to make sure he and his date have as much fun as the rest of the guests. I just don’t want him to feel, left out.”

Before Jay can answer, Doug growls softly. “Only if he starts to respect people’s damn personal space .” He still has an arm draped over Carlos protectively.

"Doug, chill .” Carlos speaks up, shrugging off Doug’s arm as he stands up. “Harry’s harmless, and I can take care of myself. I’m not going to let him feel left out. This weekend would be the worst if I didn’t have you guys,” he adds with a wave around everyone seated with them. “Give me your plate, I’m going to clear out our garbage so they can start setting up for the bonfire.”

Doug hands him his plate with a huff, and Carlos collects the rest of the plates and garbage to run back to the cleanup crew.

Jay perks his head up when he hears Doug exhale loudly, and is surprised to see he’s already watching him with furrowed brows.

“I really thought YOU were going to be the problem this week,” he mutters.

Jay can’t stop the snicker that bursts from his lips, which only seems to anger Doug. He stares at Jay with narrowed eyes, but before he can jump down his throat Jay shakes his head, looking at Doug with a softened smile.

“I get it man, you want to keep him safe.” He peaks over at Carlos, who’s smiling brightly as he waves to the staff and starts his walk back to the blanket. “I want that too, trust me. I want him to be happy.”

Doug nods, mutely, shocked by Jay’s response.

“Look, I know you still think I’m trouble. I have NO problem proving you wrong, dude. You’ll see.”

Carlos arrives at that moment and drops back down next to Doug, grinning at him.

“Wait till you see how much CHOCOLATE they have to make the S’mores! And marshmallows for roasting! This is gonna be so fun. I can’t wait!”

“Oy then!” Harry’s voice bellows from behind them. He sits down with his plate of food, already shoveling bites in with his fork. He snaps his teeth at Carlos, earning a flinch and a squeal from the boy. “Carlos is ready, let’s get this party started!”

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years

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Commission - Harry Hook x Reader- do I love her? Do I love her not? - part 5

thank you to @musicarose for commissioning me to write this!!

It had been a long two and a half years for Harry Hook, two and a half years since his arrival to Auradon, two and a half years since he had met you, two and a half years since his biggest regret.

Hurting you was his biggest regret, he only wished he had told you the truth before you had ended up finding out through his arrest.

Then maybe you wouldn't hate him, then maybe he would still be with you in Auradon.

He sighed, laying his head on his window, staring out into the smog, the lights of Auradon glinting in the distance.

His heart ached for you, every time he closed his eyes, he saw your pain-filled eyes, your tear-stained face, staring back at him with such hate and sadness.

He would do anything to get that look off your face.

Harry sighed, sitting up from his windowsill and standing, beginning to change into his nightclothes.

He pulled back his sheets and curled onto his bed, closing his eyes.

Hoping to wake up to a world with you.

You sighed, putting your hair into a fishtail braid, letting it drape over your shoulder. It was Janes's birthday today, so you had to at least tidy up a little bit. You sighed, fingers drifting over the purple bags under your eyes, it had been hard for you to get a good night's sleep for the past couple years.

Ever since….nevermind.

You slapped some makeup on, shoving on your shoes and jacket and making your way to the enchanted lake.

You didn’t expect Audrey to be there, setting a sleeping spell onto those around her. You were far enough away for her not to notice you, so you dived into the lake, waiting till the pink smoke settled.

You gasped as you popped up form the lake, smiling in relief as you saw jane lift herself from the water.

“Jane!” she gave a soft jump, turning to see you, a smile blooming on her face.

“(y/n)!”

He was exhausted, the silver knight pressing onto him with a strength of Audrey's magic. He was losing his grip, losing his footing.

Harry yelped, his right foot sliding from underneath him as another knight swiped a dull blade under him.

He grunted in pain as he landed on his back, eyes widening as the vision of a sharp blade rose, aiming at his chest. He rolled onto his side, narrowly missing the blade, he hooked his hook around the hilt, and pulled it towards him, the knight lost its grip.

Harry quickly flipped the sword into his hand, rushing to stand and yelling as he swung the broadsword at the knight's neck.

It sliced clean through, the knight collapsing as its head tumbled to the ground.

He panted heavily, whipping around as he heard another knight step behind him.

He leaped away, avoiding a heavy slam of a mace. He let out a wince as he landed on his ankle oddly, his legs trembled, failing him and he collapsed to the ground.

“Harry to your left!” Harry couldn’t react, he was completely out of breath and his legs were jelly. He glanced to his left, seeing a knight about to bring a heavy hammer down on him.

Jay and Gil leaped in front of him, Gil blocking the knight's hammer and jay barreling into the knight's torso.

It stumbled back, crashing into the ground. Gil sighed, giving harry his hand and heaving him up to his feet. “are you oaky harry?”

Harry let out a low grunt of pain, nursing his ankle and leaning heavily on Gil.

Jay sighed, moving to Harry's other side, he didn’t like the pirate (after what he did to (y/n), but he couldn't just let him limp around and slow the rest of them down.

Jay and Gil helped move harry over to the entrance, setting him down behind the door. Harry winced, trying to move his ankle around, but yelped lowly as a sharp pain shot up his leg.

“shit” he muttered, leaning back on his hands, “I think I sprained it” Celia hummed, kneeling next to him, waving her hands over his ankle

“yeap” she chided, digging into her pocket and withdrawing soft purple powder. “sprained it, here ya go” the powder glowed as Celia dusted it over his ankle, disappearing as it touched him.

“witch doctor” harry muttered, wiggling his ankle once more “forgot ‘bout tha’” he stood, smirking as no pain came from his ankle.

“Thanks, runt” Celia glared, scrunching her nose, reeling her fist back and punching his shoulder.

“don’t call me that” harry sniggered, patting her head, raising his brows to see the knights defeated.

“tha’ was fast” he muttered, sighing as once again, Mal and Uma began to argue.

It was going to be a while before he was going to be able to apologize to (y/n).

He stared, unable to breathe, there she was, (y/n), standing only a few feet away from him.

Though she was focused on beast ben, that didn’t matter, he was finally in her presence once more.

He felt his heartbeat too fast for its good, anxiety tightening his chest and making it hard to breathe.

You turned, your form freezing as you connected your eyes with Harry's.

You frowned, turning back around and stomping over to jane, leaning onto her shoulder and pouting, she glanced at you concerned, catching sight of Harry and glaring, grabbing your hand and leading you away.

“she hates me” harry whimpered, Gil patting his back “she fuckin’ hates me”

“Why do you care” Jay snarled from behind him, Harry turned seeing jay with a set scowl on his face “you’re the one who used her for the wand”

Gil shook his head “he didn’t want to, he was going to tell her before uma made a rash decision and doomed their relationship”

Jay raised his brows, “are-what a minute so that big show of tears the day you left wasn’t fake” harry scoffed, brushing off Gil's hand.

“none of my feelings fer (y/n) were and are no’t fake, nor will they ever be, I love ‘er”

Your jaw dropped, the end of Harry's sentence catching your ears, jane seemed to hear him, though with her fae ears she heard him crystal clear and she turned to you with a beaming smile.

“hes not lying” you turned slightly, seeing Jay glare at Harry, obviously not trusting him. You felt tears burn at your eyes, but you force them away.

You would talk about this to him later, but for now, defeating Audrey took priority.

“(Y/N)!” Harry screamed, tears burning at his eyes as thunder resounded around him, he sprinted back to the cottage gasping as he entered the clearing. seeing Mal on her knees, sobbing her heart out, grasping Ben and Evie’s hands…that were made of stone.

“no….i didn’t have a choice! I didn’t want to! Please!” Harry staggered forward, eyes locked on you.

There you stood, encased in stone, eyes up towards the sky, fear still on your face. You had seen the bolt of magic heading toward you.

Harry sniffed, stepping in front of you, reaching up to brush his fingers on your cold stone cheek “oh love” he muttered, “im sorry, im so sorry”

He saw Mal stand from her spot on the ground, stumbling as she did. She turned to him, her eyes glowing a soft green.

“if your feelings are true for (y/n), will you help me kick audreys ass?” harry stayed silent for a moment, chest tight staring into your fear laced eyes.

“aye” he growled, stepping back and nodding to mal “ill help yeh but I won't forgive yeh for plannin’ on closin’ the barrier fer good”

Mal nodded, turning and making her way out of the forest. “understood" Mal started to run, Harry taking one look back at you and sighing, sprinting off after Mal.

Harry grunted as light pierced his eyelids, muffled voices surrounding him.

“hes waking up!”

“Harry please, come on”

“come on harry dude, you gotta wake up”

“Harry!”

He jolted up, the burry faces of Uma and Gil hovering above him.

“Harry!” Uma laughed breathlessly, collapsing on his chest “thank hades! I thought we lost you!”

“where are we?” Harry mumbled, sitting up with the help of gil, uma froze, shoulders slumping

“on the isle” she muttered, glancing around Harry's room “when ben sent his security to get hades, adam sent us back with them”

“jackass” Gil muttered, “I know we tried to steal the wand, but we still helped with stopping Audrey, shouldn’t we get some sort of quarter!?”

“ben tried, but he couldn’t get the council on his side to keep us in auradon” Uma interrupted, a slight growl to her voice.

Harry shuffled in his bed, hesitating before he spoke up.

“what about (y/n)?” Uma smiled, chuckling.

“she also tried to keep us there, even after all we did to her. I think if I had tried, the two of us could have been good friends”

Harry smiled, so (y/n) had tried to keep him in auradon, that’s good, it meant that maybe one day he could gain her trust back.

A knock sounded at the door, Gil stood from his seat, walking over to the door and opening it, gasping as he did so.

“Gil?” Uma started, slightly weary as she stood to get closer to him “who is it?”

Gil stepped back, turning with a smile “(y/n)!” Harry's breath stopped as you stepped through the door, slipping your hood off your head.

You were dressed in black head to toe, dark makeup, and messy hair. Ripped jeans and scuffed boots.

Fingerless gloves and dark purple painted nails.

And…and an opal necklace resting on your collarbone.

“(y/n)?” Harry whispered, standing from his bed and walking over to you, going to rest his hands on your cheeks, stopping just short.

“yer, yer here” he laughed softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear “yer really here!” you smiled, setting Harry's heart to beat 1000 miles a minute.

“yeah, I had to” you giggled, reaching up to run your hand through his hair, spotting Uma and Gil sneaking out of the room behind you.

“I love you” Harry's breath stuttered, tears brimming in his eye.

“i-yeh do?” his voice cracked “but after all I did?”

You nodded, leaning up and pressing your lips to Harry's. Harry wrapped his arms around you, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

You tossed your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss.

As you separated, harry picked you up, spinning you around.

“I love yeh too my bonny lass” he whispered, burying his face in your neck.

“I love yeh too”

---the end---

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captainharryhook · 6 years

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Roses

Pairing: Carlos de Vil x Fem!Reader

Request: An imagine based on Shawn Mendes’ song Roses - requested by @thatsmyspeciality

Words: 1,170

Warnings: None, I believe, but please let me know if I need to put a warning for something on here!

A/N: This is my first time writing anything Descendants, so I’m still getting a feel for the characters! This is also my first time writing something heavily based off of a song, so I really hope this is alright and that you all like this! If you would like a Part 2 let me know! Requests are Open!

“Look at her,” Carlos sighed as he leaned against his locker.

Jay groaned, throwing his head back, “dude, I’ve already looked at her seven times in the past thirty minutes.” Jay slammed his locker and put himself in front of Carlos, causing the boy to come back to earth, “look,” Jay placed his hand on Carlos’ shoulder, “you need to say something. You have literal heart eyes right now.”

Carlos’ eyes widened, “Jay, you do not know how much I can not do that.”

Carlos had found it easy to speak with you in class. He sat beside you, so most of the time he had no choice to talk to you. He would prefer to not look like a total doofus in your presence. But that seemed to be the only time he could talk to you. Any other time he felt his hands become clammy, his face redden, and mouth go dry. The thought of telling you he liked you made that much worse.

Jay rolled his eyes, “Carlos, it’s either stare across the room at her forever or tell her how you feel.”

“If I continue to only stare at her she has no chance at rejecting me.”

“She has a huge chance at thinking you’re weird though.”

Carlos knew he was right. Jay moved and Carlos’s line of sight moved from his friend and friend back towards you. He watched you looked through your locker, a look of confusion on your face. You were rummaging for something, and clearly unable to find whatever it was.

“You should go ask if she needs help,” Jay whispered, nudging his friend.

Carlos nodded and began to make his way towards you. As he neared you, someone ran up behind you, pulling you away from your locker and into a hug. You let out a laugh and Carlos could feel his stomach jump into his throat. He had never heard you laugh before, and in that moment he had wanted to hear it again.

Carlos stopped in tracks, not wanting to intrude on your or the boy who had just pulled you into his chest. He wanted to wait for a moment that did not seem so awkward to walk in on. The boy looked like he was about to pull away, and then gently kissed your cheek. Carlos felt his heart drop as you pressed your nose to the boy’s holding you.

He felt his stomach flip. He stepped back and turned around. He looked at Jay, who was staring at you in surprise. Carlos walked back to his friend, his head low.

“I don’t think I want to tell her how I feel.”

Carlos was sprawled across his bed, staring at the ceiling. Jay, Evie, and Mal sat in the dorm room, trying to help him feel better. Carlos was sure he would not feel better though.

“I wish Dude hadn’t eaten that gummy, I could really use it right now,” Carlos groaned.

“Hey,” Dude snapped from the bottom of the bed, “I wouldn’t be able to talk to you right now if I hadn’t eaten that! Anyway, you don’t need some truth gummy, you just have to have courage.”

Carlos sat up, “I know, that’s why I wanted that gummy.”

“Carlos,” Evie spoke gently, “you don’t need that gummy. I know it can hard putting your feelings out there, and making yourself vulnerable, but it could be worth it. You never know, she could feel the same about you.”

“Evie,” Carlos turned to his friend, “she’s with Hunter. He’s the son of a Demigod. He looks like he could throw me across this school! Anyway, she seems happy with him.”

“Do we even know if they are actually a thing?” Mal questioned Carlos, “I mean, I know you said he kissed her on the cheek, but what if they’re really good friends! And he’s just super sweet!”

Carlos threw himself back onto the mattress, letting out another loud groan. Back on the Isle friends did not walk around holding hands or kiss each other's cheeks. Maybe it was different at Auradon, but what if it was not? He did not want to wreck a relationship that you seemed perfectly happy to be in.

“I know you’re worried about Hunter, or upsetting Y/N, but maybe it would make you feel better to get this off your chest. This is clearly eating at you, saying something might help.”

“What if it makes things worse?” Carlos pouted, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.

“But what if she feels the same way?”

Carlos froze for a moment. What if you felt the same way? There was a chance you did feel the same. He sat up and looked at his friends, hoping they could help him further.

“How should I tell her?”

Evie clapped her hands together, “I think I can help you with that!”

You sat outside on the grass, your homework in front of you on a book and a snack in your hand. You placed your pencil on your lip as you examined the math worksheet. You tried recalling the formula you were told earlier.

You pulled your notes from your folder and scanned the pages.

“Why did I not write this down in in my notes?” You mumbled to yourself.

You scrunched your face, hoping you could remember what your teacher had taught you. Nothing seemed to jog back your memory though.

“Hey,” you heard someone speak from behind you.

You turned, your hand moving keep the sun out of your eyes. Once your eyes focused you saw Carlos standing in front of you. His arm was behind his back and he looked nervous.

“Hey,” you smiled up at him and patted the grass beside you, “you don’t happen to remember that formula we learned in math today do you?”

Carlos shook his head, “uh, no, sorry. I didn’t really pay attention today.”

You nodded, “oh, okay, that’s fine! Whenever I figure out I can help you. If you need any help, anyway.”

Carlos shook his head again, “I don’t think I’ll need help. Thanks for the offer though.”

You noticed he sounded different. You slowly nodded at him, wondering what he had needed. His hand was still behind his back and his eyes moved to the grass beneath him. You watched him as he swallowed hard and looked back at you.

He exhaled slowly and moved his arm from behind his back, revealing a rose. You looked at him in confusion for a moment but didn’t ask anything yet. He seemed to be gathering the courage to speak.

“I really like you a lot, and I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I just had to tell you.”

Carlos extended the rose towards you, his hand gripping the stem. You wrapped your fingers around the stem and gently took the rose from him, your eyes moving from the red petals and up to Carlos.

You paused, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips, “Carlos…”

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damndescendants · 7 years

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Guess Who’s Back

Writer - @damndescendants Requested - nope just something to start off the page :) Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants • Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader (she/her) Descendant of - Dr. Facilier Summary – Mal has left to return to the Isle. It’s up to (Y/N), Ben, and the other VKs to go and convince her to come back. The plan doesn’t go as smoothly as the group runs into (Y/N)’s long term boyfriend, Harry Hook. Warning(s) - threats, knives, harm/harassment hinted at

Dizzy was getting her pay for changing Mal’s light blonde hair to a light purple when the infamous son of Captain Hook waltz through the door.

“Fork it over, ya runt.” He commanded, hand stretched out, and the young girl had listened. His head tilted towards the cash registered to his left, tapping the metal table with his hook, “Now the rest of it.”

The daughter of the Evil Stepmother listened again, rounding the table and opening up the register and handing over the rest of the earnings. Harry Hook turned on his heel, heading out without even noticing Mal. The girl couldn’t stand there and watch the sweet Dizzy get robbed without saying something.

“You’re stealing without (Y/N)?” Mal questioned, his head whipped around hearing his girlfriend’s name, shocked to come face to face with the girl he love's close friend, “That’s a new one.”

“Well, Well, Well. Look-y who we have here. Just wait till I tell Uma you’re back.” Harry smirked, stepping forward to be nearly toe to toe with the girl, ”You’re never gonna get back your own territory.”

“Oh, well. that’s okay because I will be taking it.” Mal retailed, his words not phasing her for a moment.

“I can hurt you.” He said while skimming his hook through the newly dyed hair. Mal grabbed his hand stopping his motion; she took her gum from her mouth, sticking it onto the tip of the hook.

“Not without upsetting (Y/N).” Mal’s words caused a nasty expression to cross the pirate’s face before he force it to remain neutral. As he turned away, he took the gum in his mouth before he swiped jars off of the counter then with one final glance and a bow he was gone.

<<>>

“Mal’s gone back to the Isle.” Evie exclaimed as she burst to the daughter of Dr. Facilier’s room. King Ben was behind her, panic clearly written across his face.

“I’m sorry, what? Did I just hear you right?” (Y/N) asked as she stood from her bay window, the letter she was writing long forgotten already.

“Yes. Mal’s on the Isle and we have to go get her back.” Evie rushed. The girl’s heart could’ve pounded a tattoo into her rib cage as her thoughts ran wild. Her father, her old friends, all those on the island that hate her and the others, her boyfriend. No matter where her thoughts ran to, she came to a singular conclusion: get Mal back.

“Okay, I guess we’re going back to the Isle.” (Y/N) finally spoke, hands pushing her hair back out of nerves, she glanced to Ben who wore a well put together suit, “He’s going dressed like that? They’ll known immediately.”

“We’re heading back to my room to get him different clothes. You change, get whatever else you need and meet us in the back.” With that the two were gone.

(Y/N) didn’t hesitate, she immediately went over to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer, the clothing she had brought with her from the Isle all that time ago shoved in it. The girl quickly pulled out whatever she could throw together. Her outfit consisted of high-waisted, black ripped jeans, short black heeled boots, deep purple, s-neck shirt tucked into the jeans, red leather gloves wrapped around the palm of her hand as multiple rings littered her fingers and a red choker around her neck. She tugged on a black leather jacket as well.

As she was about to close the drawer, her eyes locked onto a dagger that was sitting at the bottom of the messy drawer. She froze for a moment before picking it up by its ornate handle, the fingers of the opposite hand gently rubbing against the blade, still sharpen. Her eyes had locked onto the large marks on her forearms, symbols burned into her skin by the shadows. Her left had a moon, the sun on the right, decorated and gorgeous. Although a painful reminder that deep down she was always going to be a little evil. She shook her head as if it would rid the thoughts as she made the rash decision to tuck the blade into a loop on her jeans, hoping she wouldn’t need it. She shut the drawer then left the room, a quick pace set as she rushed to the back.

As she rounded the corner, Jay and Carlos came into view as they stood at the balcony just as Ben and Evie also rounded a different corner. Without hesitation, the five rushed down the cement staircase.

“Jay!” Ben called out, pulling things from his pockets tossing them to the son of Jafar, “Keys, remote.”

“Wait!” Evie stopped them as they got to the bottom of the stairs, “Something’s wrong.”

“What is it?” Ben asked as he watched the blue haired girl stepped forward to him, fixing his hat.

“There.” She smiled.

“Shotgun!” An unknown voice called out, its source was Dude the Dog who had followed them down the stairs.

“Carlos. Why is the dog talking?” (Y/N) asked pointing to the dog on the steps, confusion on her face.

“I’ll explained later.” He said before turning to the small dog, “Dude, stay. The Isle is way too dangerous.”

After the shock of the dog speaking settled as much as it could, the five jumped into the limo. Jay pressing on the gas as soon as he knew everyone was inside.

<<>>

The limo had been hidden in an old abandoned garage. Ben, Jay, and Carlos began to cover it with a tarp as Evie and (Y/N) kept a quick look out. There was no one.

“I don’t like being back here.” Evie semi-whispered to the girl she called her close friend.

“We’ll be out of here soon enough.” She reassured her although she couldn’t reassure herself.

“Hey! What’s in here?” Ben called attention to himself as asked he looked down tunnel that led towards the docks. Memories began to flooded into the beautiful descendant’s mind. All the countless times she made the walk through that tunnel with her Harry. The hole in her heart aching badly.

“You don’t want to know.” Jay told the future king, tugging on his arm away from the tunnel that (Y/N) still stare longingly down, trying to hold back the tears that started to pool in her eyes, Evie noticed, rubbing her back in a silent reassuring gesture. The girl’s reaction didn’t go unnoticed by any of the others either.

“Let’s make this quick and stay low.” Carlos said drawing the attention towards him, “Last thing we need is our parents figuring out we’re here.”

The group nodded in agreement before quickly making their way through the Isle’s mean and gloomy streets. As they walked, Ben slowly learned how to blend in better as he stayed more low-key with the other four.

Just as he got the hang of it, he ran directly into Gil.

“Hey man!” Gil said turning towards him, a smile suddenly breaking out on his face, “Hey, I know you!”

“Uhh,” The four natives of the Isle all gathered around Ben when they noticed his presence, the King awkwardly responding, “No don’t know you either, man.”

Out of pure hope, the four all acted like they didn’t know Gil either, although they knew him. (Y/N) tucked herself behind Jay, who stood taller than her, in an attempt to hide from the son of Gaston. He knew her face well from all the times they were around one another. They couldn’t risk anyone knowing they were back on the Isle. If Dr. Facilier knew of his daughter’s return, Hell would break loose - literally.

“Uhh, yeah you do.” Gil pushed, “C’mon, really? Huh? I’ll give you a hint: my dad is quick, slick, and his neck,” Gil motioned his neck with his fingers, “Is incredible thick. C’mon ma-”

Gil cut himself off, eyes focused on something past their heads. The five turning to look back at what it was. Of course, to their luck, there was a poster of Ben and Mal behind them and even the thick headed Gil made the connection

“You’re King Ben!” Gil exclaimed loudly. (Y/N) knew she needed to jump into action now.

She pushed between Ben and Jay, stepping up to Gil with no fear. He was shoved backwards to the nearest wall by the girl’s left hand that was place on his chest, her other hand reached for the dagger, pulling it out and placing it his throat. She didn’t intend on hurting her friend but she needed him to pay attention, understand the seriousness unfolding.

“Listen Gil.” She spoke lowly and sternly, her normal beautiful eye color was replaced by glowing deep purple that matched her fathers, catching the boy’s attention, “If you’ve ever been my friend, if you’ve ever been Harry’s friend you won’t say a word that the King is here, got it?”

“You’re back!” Gil seemed to ignore her request. Just like his father, he was doing before thinking.

“Yes.” The girl stepped back, replacing the blade, “Now go.”

Gil didn’t listen, only stood there with a wide smile she hadn’t realized she missed until then, plastered on his face, “Harry’s missed you so much, he won’t stop talking about you just wait till I tell him you’re bac-”

“Go!!” Her raised voice cut him off, eyes glowing bright once again. Her chest heaved with the breathes she took as she tried to hold back the tears.

“Okay, time to go.” Evie said pushing Ben in the direction they were previously heading as Jay grabbed (Y/N)’s arm gently. Their footsteps quick once again.

“Oh wait, Jay, Evie, Carlos, you’re all here too! Hey guys!” They could hear Gil yell out then his footsteps went in to the opposite direction. “Uma’s going to love this!”

“Are you okay?” Jay asked once the group slowed to a walk. The girl only nodded in response, swiping the tear from her eye that fell over.

“Who’s Harry?” Ben asked unknowingly, gaze glancing between the group.

“Son of Captain Hook. Him and (Y/N) have been together a long time.” Carlos answered for the girl. For whatever reason, his words set the girl off as she stopped in her tracks before she turned towards the King, stepping directly up to him.

“Yeah, the guy I was promised I would be able to talk to through letters when I left for Auradon but your guards are too scared to deliver them.” The girl’s voice dripped venom as she spoke. Her eyes glowing purple, Ben’s expression was one of pure terror and intimidation.

“Okay, (Y/N). It’s okay honey.” Evie tried reassuring the girl once again, tugging her gently away from Ben. She wiped the tears that now spilled over.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” She guneinly apologzied to Ben.

“No, I’m sorry.” Ben stepped forward to his friend, “I wasn’t aware of any of that. If I was, I would’ve ensured those letters made it to him and vice versa.”

“I know you would’ve.” The girl gave him a small smile that he returned, she then turned to look at the other three before continuing, “In the letter I have gotten back he said he’s still on Uma’s crew, that she was crazy mad with us and wanted revenge, she hates Harry for dating me. If she finds out we’re all here, Ben’s done for.”

“She won’t find out.” Jay said confidenetly. They all nodded in hope before continuing their way to the VKs former hang out location.

The walk was full of giving information and advice to the Auradon native. Once they arrived Jay threw a rock at the sign and the gate door opened. Everyone wished an anxious Ben good luck and then he disappeared, leaving the four at the base of the stairs. Silence overtaking them. Evie and Jay leaned against different poles as Carlos sat on a barrel, (Y/N) sat on the metal steps.

“So they really don’t send the letters you write Harry?” Jay asked looking to (Y/N), breaking the silence.

“Yeah.” She admitted, head resting in her hands that were propped up on her knees, her eyes didn’t focus on any of her friends that stood near her, “Out of the time we’ve been in Auradon I’ve only gotten 3 letters. Who knows how many others there are.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” Evie said in a hushed tone.

She took in a shaky breathe, hands dropping as she looked the ground, “Honestly, I don’t know if I want to stay here or go back there. I know they won’t let Harry go but I can’t stay here with my crazy father constantly trying to raise things from the dead or get all the wealth he can no matter what.”

A silence fell over the four once again as the three didn’t know how to respond to her words.

“You know Harry wants what’s best for you.” Carlos said, the two locked eyes but (Y/N) could only nod. It was her turn to be the one who didn’t know what to say.

Suddenly, the metal stairs clanking filled the silence. The sound notifying the group that Ben was on his way back. They all stood to attention essentially as they looked to him, his expression wasn’t promising.

“So?” Evie asked, “Where is she?”

“She’s not coming back.” Ben said sadly, his head hanging low. The words shocked them all, (Y/N) leaned against the wall, pushing her hair back with her hands, her thoughts running quick once again.

“I’ll talk to her.” Evie went over to the microphone, the gate closing down, “M? Mal it’s Evie. Let me just talk to you for a second. Mal, c’mon”

“Go away!” Mal yelled back down, ignoring the desperation in her best friend’s tone. Jay gently grabbed the blue haired girl’s arm.

“Let’s just give her a couple hours to cool off.”

“Guys? Where’s Ben?” Carlos’ voice interrupted Evie’s agreement. (Y/N) lifted her gaze to see Carlos looking down the long corridor. With a light, scoffed laugh, she pushed herself off the wall going to stand next to him.

“Very funny, Carlos.” As the words left her mouth, she realized none of them could actually see him. He walked off when they weren’t looking.

“Ben? Ben. Ben!” Evie’s voice got louder with each time she said his name. (Y/N) took a few steps back to glance down the opposite corridor, hoping he just went around the block and was coming back.

“Ben. Don’t scare us like that!” Evie’s tone sounded relieved. A breath that (Y/N) didn’t realize she was holding escaped but it was immediately sucked back in when she heard his voice for the first time months.

“Don’t scare you? That’s my specialty” The mocking voice with an accent ran through her ears and she was frozen solid, a choked cry the only thing leaving her.

“What did you do with Ben?!” Jay maddened voice yelled out.

“Oh, Him? We napped him. Yep.” She still couldn’t move, this couldn’t be real she kept telling herself as he continued, “Oh and if you want him back have Mal come to fish shop, tonight. Alone. Uma wants a visit.”

Just as he was teasing Jay, the girl’s feet finally moved. She stepped back, a few feet away from the others. Her gaze locking on the boy in a red jacket as he barked at Carlos before he turned on his heel, beginning to head back down the corridor he came from. Finally, she found her voice as she watched him walk away.

“Harry?” Her voice caused his head to whip around, his expression morphing into one of surprise as he noticed the girl.

“(Y/N)? Is it really you?” Disbelief wrapping his words as his entire demeanor changed without him meaning it to, it just happened when she was around.

The girl could only nod her head as her feet carried her to him , the other three creating a path for her to pass through as they observed.

When she was close enough, Harry immediately engulfed her frame into his, picking her up with ease and spinning her around, “I don’t believe it.”

“I’m here, Harry.” The girl spoke softly as she buried her face into his neck, a comfort she missed deeply, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you more, my love.” Harry spoke as he set the girl down, his one hand wrapping itself to the nape of her neck in her hair, thumb rubbing against her cheek. His other hand placed securely on her waist, mindful of his hook in that hand. Her hands sat just below his jaw as she took in his appearance, memorizing it, “I thought Gil was seeing things we he told me you’re here.”

The girl let out a laugh, a genuine laugh, “He wasn’t.”

“Did you really hold your dagger to his neck?”

“Yeah, kind of.” She tilted her head to the side as Harry laughed at the comment.

“That’s my girl.” He nearly whispered as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. A moment they had been waiting for since the moment (Y/N) left for Auradon all that time ago.

“Are you okay? Nothing’s happened to you right?” (Y/N) asked, he nodded back at her.

“Are you? I’ve been so scared they’d change or hurt you.” Harry admitted quietly.

“I’m okay, Harry, I promise.” She smiled at him. The world, that had seemed like it was only them, closed back in and realization set in, him and the crew had King Ben. Her expression turned to one of desperation as she pleaded with him, “Please give us Ben back. He can give you permission to leave and come back to Auradon with us.”

“I’m on the council.” Evie added in, making a promise she could likely keep, “I can make sure you come back with us and have a place to stay.”

“Harry. We can be together without having to worry about our parents or anyone else.” (Y/N) tried to convince him but she only saw Harry’s face fall.

“If I don’t do this, Uma said she would hurt you. I can’t ever let that happen.” Harry said just above a whisper, “I’m doing for this for us, love.”

“Please just think about it, we can take on Uma, she has nothing on us.” The girl said trying to reason with him.

“She has a crew now. She’s out for revenge and she doesn’t care who’s in her way. Just make this easy and have Mal meet her. Please.” Harry started begging his girlfriend now. The girl only nodded, tears brimming her eyes as she buried her face into his neck as he pulled her closer to his body.

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, my love. I promise.” Harry said as he pressed a kissed to the side of her head, holding it there as he shut his eyes, attempting to stop his only tears from falling. She was the one to break their hug as they could hear the hollering coming from further down the corridor.

Harry looked at her, taking in her face, locking it into memory , “I’ll come back for you.”

“I’ll find you.” She promised him right back as he pressed his lips to hers one last time before he turned back and disappeared down the dark, looming corridor. Most likely heading to the docks.

The four stood there in silence as they watched his figure leave. (Y/N) not caring that tears fell freely down her face.

“Are you sure he doesn’t know magic and have a good twin who just replaced him.” Carlos tried joking, breaking the silence. They all let out a small laugh.

“Maybe.” (Y/N) responded, wiping the tears before turning back to the three, “We have to tell Mal.”

The three nodded, heading up the many stairs to the top floor.

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Hey! Guess who finally got around to proofreading/updating this imagine! I hope you guys enjoyed. I’m sorry again for the cliffhanger, part two is on the Masterlist that’s pinned :)

[edited 9/5/21]

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