#descendants oneshot

[heliads]

I love you writing and I was hoping you could write Ben Florian x VK!Reader the reader is Lefou's kid. A soulmate AU where the negative things you think about yourself are marked on your soulmate's skin. Reader only has one or two things because Ben is from Auradon and has a good life and family. While Ben has around half a dozen. Reader is the one who gives Ben the love potion. During the lake scene they notice Ben is their soulmate and tries (but fails) to hide it thinking he deserves better

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There really is no good place for a prince. They are political figureheads in every sense of the phrase— too young to actually rule, too old to be allowed to skip state functions. They sit in corners of expensive meetings and cut ribbons in front of newly opened buildings, but they can’t do a whole lot except smile and pose. 

Shame your friend seems so fixated on capturing one, then. It feels like you’ve just barely left the Isle of the Lost, only bid farewell to the entirety of your prior life experience hours ago, and yet already Mal is scheming about how to best tear down everything around you. If Prince Ben is the best way to fulfill her nefarious plans, then so be it.

The only problem is that you’re now involved in all of this, too. Mal wants a wand and so she’ll take a prince to get there, but as one of her best friends, you’ve been drafted into the plot to catch a prince. Ben won’t have any idea what’s coming. Shame, he would probably run if he had any clue.

Mal’s good at covering her tracks, though, she always has been. You can remember elaborate plans from when you were much younger to steal cookies or cloaks, spellbooks and shoes. At this point, hearing Mal tell you that she’s going to bewitch the crown prince of Auradon into falling in love with her shouldn’t surprise you, just the fact that she’s taken this long to come up with the idea.

Usually, you have no problem going along with Mal’s little adventures. They’re entertaining, at the least, a good way to pass a few days when you’ve already gone over every alleyway and hiding place on the Isle at least a dozen times in the last month. The issue is that you’re not on the Isle anymore, and maybe– just maybe– disrupting everything here isn’t entirely what you want to do.

Mal doesn’t know this, of course. None of your fellow VKs do. Every time they monologue and moan about how they can’t wait to get out of this place, you find yourself holding your tongue, biting back your real thoughts about how the school isn’t actually as bad as you feared. Sure, the constant judgment from the other children of princes and princesses isn’t all that fun, but Auradon Prep has its positives, too. For one thing, you think your soulmate might be here.

What a terrible thing for the child of a villain to prioritize. You’ve heard Mal scoff at the idea of a soulmate, and although Evie is certainly more interested in the idea than some of your other friends, you’re still not sure that you’d find a welcome audience amongst their ranks when it comes to tracking down your soulmate. After all, the odds of that soulmate being from Auradon and not the Isle are pretty high. They’ve all but told you that themselves.

All things considered, for a society with such control over magic and spells, it’s pretty difficult to find your soulmate. You’d always wondered why those in charge couldn’t shorten the whole affair to something more simple– a name on the wrist, perhaps, or an invisible string that only the two of you could see– but instead, soulmate magic went the complicated route. How lovely.

The story about the origin of the soulmate magic is convoluted and ancient, going back generations and changing with each family. The general consensus is that soulmates were created to preserve the sanctity of true love, with the idea that soulmates should be able to love each other entirely, flaws and all. So, when you think something negative about yourself, those very same thoughts will show up on the skin of your soulmate, something like a warning label for what they’re going to get themselves into.

This is all well and good for people with few negative thoughts, maybe they’ll have something here and there about a bad sports result or a poor test grade that their soulmate can chuckle over before meeting them. For you, though? You, the child of a villain, cursed to live forever on a too-small island with the other convicts and criminals, you have had more fears and hated things about yourself than most. Your soulmate must be covered in unhappy musings, which only makes you feel worse about yourself than before. A self-perpetuating cycle of the worst kind.

By contrast, the startling absence of your soulmate’s negative thoughts on your own skin makes you certain that they couldn’t be from the Isle of the Lost. There are only one or two fears on your skin, proof of loving parents and a stable home, and they’re minor things like a bad hair day or a fear of not doing their absolute best. These change, often leaving every few months to be replaced by something else insignificant.

What makes you most certain that your soulmate is the child of a royal is the one negative thought that has stayed on your skin since the very beginning. Your soulmate, whoever they are, is terrified that they will let down the king and queen. Only someone with close ties to the royalty could have such a fear, so it’s proof that your soulmate is somewhere here on Auradon.

So maybe you don’t want to leave this place, not yet. Not until you can learn who your soulmate is. It’ll be almost impossible to track them down on this information alone, but supposedly that’s how the whole thing is supposed to work. You learn about the worst parts of your soulmate, and then you get to love the best of them. The only problem is that you’re fairly sure that if your soulmate is a royal, they won’t want to love you at all.

It’s easier to ignore the whole affair. Easier to agree to Mal’s plan when she proposes enchanting Prince Ben. At least another one of your friend’s schemes will keep your mind off the soulmate affair.

That’s what you tell yourself, at least, but your conscience is starting to get steadily more vocal as the days go by. Ben is a nice guy, which hurts, surprisingly. Although the love spell may have been cast on Mal, as one of Mal’s closest friends, you’re around the two of them all the time. The boy you see is someone that you wish could be your soulmate. He may be a prince, and you may be a villain, but he makes you want to believe in love after all.

You certainly have the capacity for such musings. For some reason, the love spell didn’t take all that well, and although Ben is now compelled to stay with Mal more than he was before, it’s not like he’s totally obsessed with her as Mal had hoped. Mal claims it’s because love spells can never work fully due to the soulmate issue, like having a soulmate is a kind of shield to protect you against that sort of enchantment, but regardless, Ben has just enough independent thought that he can tell you jokes and try to make you smile like– well, like he tries to do with Mal.

The realization that Ben is a genuinely good person, and worse, someone you don’t want to trick, haunts you as you fall further into Mal’s scheme. You’ve been trying to push the whole thing from your mind, letting Ben join your soulmate in the depths of your mind you don’t want to touch, but your train of thought keeps circling back to him despite your best attempts otherwise.

Besides, it doesn’t help that Mal keeps trying to involve you in the plot. Right now, the two of them are at the Enchanted Lake, out on a cute little date. Mal had been making mock disgusted faces at you the whole time she was getting ready, but some part of yourself can’t stop whispering that this doesn’t seem so bad, actually, that the thought of being out here alone with Ben would make for a wonderful day instead of the tedious chore Mal is making it out to be.

Ben doesn���t know you’re here, though. Mal wanted backup in case something happened, so you’re lingering in the woods to keep anyone from stumbling upon the scene and also holding onto more magical baked goods in case Mal feels the need to renew the spell. It’s kind of like torture, strolling through this beautiful forest, knowing that Ben is so close and you are helping hold him under the thrall of this plot.

The storm in your mind must be thundering too loudly for you to think straight, because you lose track of yourself and accidentally walk too close to the lake. You weren’t supposed to be spotted, but before you can back away and melt back into the foliage, Ben looks up and sees you. You panic, immediately heading the way you’d come, but you hear footsteps after you moments later and Ben manages to track you down before you can go too far. Mal is so going to kill you for messing with her plan.

“Sorry,” you murmur, eyes wide when he finally catches up to you, “I didn’t realize the two of you were– I’ll go now.”

Ben shakes his head. “No, no, it’s alright. It’s not like we have a monopoly on the woods.”

He’s dripping water, most likely due to a recent dip in the lake, and you can’t seem to stop your gaze from following the path of the droplets as they cascade down his shoulders, across his hands, and, most importantly of all, over the swooping letters of the fears of his soulmates. 

Usually, Ben wears long sleeves or something else to hide them. You can see why now– there are many of them, many more than you, perhaps half a dozen in all. You can’t read all of them from where you’re standing, just snippets about how a villain’s kid shouldn’t have a soulmate, how they’ll never amount to much, things like that. Things like what you’ve been thinking recently.

Ben must catch on to your train of thought, because he smiles weakly, absentmindedly scratching at a sentence proclaiming that his soulmate isn’t worth the good luck they get. “Yeah, my soulmate’s a little stressed, I guess. Hopefully, I can talk about that with them soon. I want them to know that they’re worth it, wherever they are.”

It had never occurred to you that hating yourself would make your soulmate this obsessed. You have no proof that Ben is your soulmate but– 

But, as you watch, you can see a new fear appearing out of nowhere, wrapping itself around Ben’s left wrist. I’m not good enough for a soulmate this good. Just what you were thinking mere moments ago. It’s like proof.

Ben looks up slowly, and although you were never blessed with the ability to read minds, you swear you can tell exactly what he’s thinking right now. “Are you–” he starts, ends, tries again, “Do you know who your soulmate is?”

You can do several things at this moment. You can confirm what you’re mostly sure is true, you can lie, you can pretend you hadn’t heard him. You spot movement in the trees behind him, a flash of purple, and remember belatedly that Mal is still somewhere at the Enchanted Lake, waiting for Ben to come back and wondering why you’re holding him here for so long.

All of a sudden, the reality of the situation comes crashing down around your shoulders. This is not something that can happen. Ben is a prince. You are the child of a villain, and the friend of another VK who’s counting on you to continue fooling Ben so she can pursue her latest mad plan. There is no world in which this works out.

So, you force a smile, banishing all thoughts back into the deep recesses of your brain once more. “No,” you say, “I don’t know. I think they’re a VK, though.”

Ben’s face falls in a flash. “Really? Because I thought–”

You shake your head quickly. “I don’t– it’s not me. I think Mal is waiting for you, though. You shouldn’t keep her for long.”

Ben glances back over his shoulder in memory of the girl he’s left somewhere in the woods behind him, and when he looks back, you’re gone. You’re good at running. It’s a skill you’ve perfected over the years. You just never thought you’d have to use it now.

Prince Ben is your soulmate. Impossible. True. Mal comes back later that afternoon, tells you the date went splendidly despite your accidental intrusion. Ben must not have let the brief moment in the woods faze him for long. It hurts more than you care to admit.

There is only so much running a VK can do, try as they might to pretend otherwise. You avoid Ben at all costs, hoping that whatever foolish war is currently being fought inside your heart will come to a tolerable ceasefire if you just ignore it long enough. Mal tells you that the plan is going swimmingly, she’s never seen the prince more excited about the VKs and the upcoming coronation. You nod and smile and tell her that you’re glad everything is going to plan, but inside, you cannot seem to stop your mind from screaming. 

And then, all of a sudden, despite your best attempts to remain out of sight, Prince Ben finds you. It’s completely out of the blue, so casual that you almost don’t realize it’s happening until he’s sitting down at your table in the library and it’s too late to run. 

You feel like an animal caught in a trap. He’s just smiling like nothing is the matter. “I know it’s you,” he says by way of hello. 

Your heart is stuck in your throat. “What?”

“I know it’s you,” Ben repeats, “I know you’re my soulmate. I had the Fairy Godmother do a little spell so I could check for you, but I think I knew since that day at the lake.”

You frown. “You can do that?”

He shrugs, looking a little embarrassed. “Not everyone can, I think. But I, uh, insisted.”

You grin. “Prince privileges?”

“Something like that.” He’s smiling, though, maybe pleased that you’re not trying to run off this time. “But you knew even without the spell, didn’t you?”

That does shake your uncertain sense of calm. “Yes,” you admit, “but I didn’t think you— I didn’t think it would work out.”

The look on Ben’s face is genuinely heartbreaking. “What, just because I’m a prince?”

He says it so casually, it’s almost funny. “Yes, Ben, because you’re a prince and I’m a VK. I mean, my dad was Lefou. He literally tried to ruin the happy ever after of your parents, why would you want someone like me to be your soulmate?”

“Same reason you shouldn’t be afraid to want me. You’re not your father, Y/N, and I’m not my parents. We’re just us, and I know that I want you to be my soulmate. I have since the start. I was hoping you would tell me you knew, but after a few days went by and you still said nothing, I figured I had to take matters into my own hands. Even if that meant using a spell or two.”

You keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to laugh in your face and tell you it’s ridiculous to think that he would ever want a VK as a soulmate, but he doesn’t. In fact, you don’t think he ever will. As impossible as it seems, Ben wants someone who isn’t from a perfect fairy tale. He wants you. And that, lovely and wonderful and absolutely crazy, sounds like a fairly good happily ever after for you. 

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[melonsmysteriousmonarchy]

Father's Day 2022 ~ Hades daughter!reader x Hades

Father's Day. The one time a year where children get together with their mothers to celebrate a day all about their fathers. You know, the people who helped brought them into this world. This was 17th Father's Day with your father, Hades, and your mother, Persephone. Your little brother had already given him a present while you were waiting to give yours since you were still in Auradon. Your mother was getting ready to travel back to the spend 6 months there while you were packing up. Your little sister, Mal, had already visited and gave him a huge present. "Are you sure your going to be fine? Maybe I should come with you to be safe." Mal told you. "Mal, you already got to visit. Besides, nothing can go wrong. I'm going to be with Persephone." You told her, giving her a huge hug.

You finished packing up your bag before heading to where your mother was waiting. "This is going to be the best surprise ever! I haven't seen Father since before I headed to Auradon which was 3 years ago!" You told your mother, excitedly jumping up and down. "I know, honey, I know. Your father is going to love this surprise. After all, the best surprise I got was seeing you for Mother's Day." You had spent the whole day with your mother when she came to be with her own mother in Auradon. It was the best. Massages, a huge spa, amazing sweets, mani & pedis, and a such more. You had rarely ever gotten nervous because let's face it, you are the daughter of one of the most powerful villains of the whole island. Your father is a legend but that is why you were nervous. You wanted to make everything perfect for him today.

The limousine came fast and before you knew it, you were heading to the dreary Isle of the Lost. You looked back at the huge glimmering castle before leaning back into your seat. You smiled happily in your seat. The golden bridge popped up underneath you as you headed across the strait of Ursula. The magical barrier opened up before it closed back. "Your father will most likely be at his restaurant serving all of the father's on the Isle." Persephone said and you nodded. You finally arrived at the Hades' Souvlaki Restaurant and shut the door to the limo before looking at the huge restaurant ahead of you. The door opener opened the door and you saw your father in all of his glory. "You going to say hi to your wife and daughter or keep chatting, old man?" You asked, teasingly, and he turned quickly around. "Y/N?" He asked.

You immediately rushed over and jumped into his arms. "Papa, I missed you so much." He hugged tightly back and you felt like a little girl all over again. "I missed you too." He said, lifting you up, and spinning you around. His auburn haired wife walked over before hugging both of you. He wrapped his around both of you and put you on the ground. "What are you doing here, my little firefly?" He asked and you chuckled. "We're here to celebrate Father's Day, here's your present." You handed it to him. He opened up the present to see a new blue electric guitar in his hands. "This is wicked." He hugged you again.

For the rest of the night after your brother came in, you sat at home. Laughing, eating the annual meal you've always had, and watching the movie. Later on that night, you sat next to your father on the couch with a cup of steaming hot chocolate. Your mother was holding your little brother, watching the movie in front of you all. "Happy Father's Day, Papa." You leaned your head against him and he smiled. "Thank you, my little firefly." He was content at last.

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[hannahhook7744]

Bruno's little girl is all grown up;

Summary; Even in a world where Claudine didn't grow up on the isle, she and Lefou Deux were destined to meet.

Trigger warning; Kidnapping, implied racism, implied abuse, etc.

Inspired by and meant to be a sequel to @dragoneyes618 's oneshot au where Claudine gets her gift after being adopted by Bruno.

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Claudine Esther-Mary Madrigal had few memories of her life before the Madrigals. And all of them were vague.

A Creperie were she did all the work despite being too tiny to reach the stove.

A Church that turned away people who looked different. Turned away people who looked like her new family did.

A closet that was small even for a toddler-- more like a cupboard, actually--filled with crosses thay made her heart tighten.

A looming shadow.

A woman falling.

Another woman teaching her how to speak english and a few other languages in bits and pieces, warning her not to tell him.

None of them painted a pretty picture. Especially not when put together with the faded scars she had and her family's retelling of her 'surprise adoption'.

So it should be no surprise that Claudine never really went digging into her past. Nor should it that she never bothered asking. After all, who would want to know more about such terrible things when there was a high chance that it would only drudge up things that should stay forgotten? Things that they didn't want to know about... Things that they didn't want to remember.

But that didn't mean that she knew nothing about it. About where she came from.

When Prince Ben first made his proclaimation, word traveled fast-- even to the Encanto--and Her Papá had sat her down and finally explained just where he had gotten her.

Claudine had been in shock for awhile afterwards. Not quite knowing what to think about the whole thing.

What was one supposed to think when finding out that they had essitently been kidnapped from a villainous religious zealot who had been locked away among other villians who also had children? Children who weren't lucky enough to have been saved like she had been.

But once that shock wore off, she became invested in every thing to do with the isle. And had quite possibly cheered the loudest when the barrier had been brought down for good.

Which led into the current predicament her family was arguing about where little ears couldn't hear:

New people had come to the Encanto.

All under 30.

3 boys not much older than her (twins 20, lone boy 19).

1 not much younger (16).

1 only nine years old.

1 girl not much younger (15).

And 5 little girls (twins 7, one 6, one 5, and one 3).

All in bad shape, the oldests willing to work. All refusing to say where they came from or how they knew of this place.

Abuela, cautious as ever in her old age, didn't like it. Feared that their sanctuary could be fully exposed if they allowed them to stay.

No one else in the family agreed, even as she tried to get them to see her point of view. She even slipped up and asked Dolores to evasedrop on them, something she hadn't done since Claudine was little.

Of course, Dolores refused and (gently) reminded her that times had changed. And then everyone else had gotten a chance to argue their case.

Tío Agustín and Tía Julieta argued they couldn't stay hidden forever, which Prima Isabela agreed with-- sighting the fact that if these kids and her luv, Bubo, had found them that others would come after. Whether or not they liked it.

Primo Antonio and Camilo along with Prima Dolores and her luv, Mariano, that it was nice to see some new faces around. And that they could do some good for the town.

Luisa and Maribel just thought that they should give them a chance, which Claudine herself silently agreed with.

 Tía Pepa and Tío Félix then made the strongest point. Getting emotional as usual, which was certainly warranted in this situation.

"Mamá, they're your Bisnietos' ages and they clearly need help. How can you be suggesting that we turn them away! Isn't that what the Encanto is for? Protecting people"

Abuela cut in "It's for protecting our people--" but Pepa wasn't having it.

"The moment they stepped foot in the Encanto they became OUR people!"

Félix hastily added in his own two cents "and if the Encanto allowed them in, then they must really need the help. Besides, when has the Encanto ever let anyone dangerous in? How dangerous could a bunch of children even be?"

"We don't even know where they came from!" The Matriarch of the family protested, though it was weaker than it was.

Claudine looked over at her Papá to see what he thought, since he hadn't spoken up yet, just in time to see him stand. He said one thing and one thing only that would shock them all:

"They're from the isle of the lost".

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Abuela ended up letting the gaggle of children stay after that and few in the Encanto protested.

They all remembered what Claudine was like when Bruno first brought her here. And even if they didn't, there were things that convinced them not to kick up a fuss about the arrangement.

Things like the scars that varied in age that couldn't be explained away by falls and other bouts of childhood clumsiness that mirrored the faded ones Claudine herself had.

Things like the haunted looks in the older kids' eyes that Claudine saw every day in the mirror in her own reflection.

Things like the slowly fading bruises and the whispers of dead siblings and cousins who never reached adult hood.

Things like the broken arm the littlest boy had and the large hand shaped bruise on the youngest girl's cheek.

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Claudine wasn't sure how to feel about the new arrivals. Other than intrigued and sad, that is.

Would she had turned out as snarky and skittish and bitter as the oldest ones were had her Papá never came to save her?

Or would she have turned out worse somehow? Meeker like Carlos had first been? Quieter like her father had once been?

Or would she had died long before she got to thay point?

The possibilities haunted her, almost as much as the implications of what the new comers' had been through did.

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Claudine was a curious girl.

She was even what some would call nosey.

But she just preferred the term 'thorough In her research'.

Which is what she did when someone (a friendly and unsuspecting Luisa) was finally able to pry last names out of the new comers.

Leprince. LeGume. Bimbette.

Those were their last names. Or at least the ones they had given. And with those last names, 18 year old Claudine was able to find a series of documents that proved her father's words true.

As well as many of the rumors that had been flying around town since the children had gotten here.

Birth certificates.

Badly done School Records.

Medical files published by one Harry Badun.

A Kidnapping report on King Ben that named Gil as one of the ones who had nabbed him.

A report on what had happened during the 'Queen of Mean' Incident that named Gil as one of the people who had helped save Auardon.

Missing persons report on all of the kids that were currently in the Encanto.

And most horrifyingly of all, she found obituaries also published by Harry Badun for other relatives of the New comers. Siblings and cousins. Siblings and cousins who didn't make it to 18.

Nine to be exact.

Nine dead kids.

Six Boys.

Three girls.

Claudine wished she never looked.

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The LeGume-LePrince-Bimbette cousins settled into the Encanto rather quickly and were met with little resistance, much to their surprise.

They moved into a small, fixxer upper, 'work in progress' house with just enough backyard for the kids to be able to run around in and got to work.

Junior and Bronze became movers and mechanics.

Gil arm wrestled people and babysat for money.

Claire became a seamstress and a duel teacher.

And Lefou Deux or Lee, as he went by now, became a toy maker while their little cousins and siblings went to school.

All of them were less than enthusiastic about becoming high school dropouts but knew that it sadly had to be done. How else were they supposed to be expected to keep a roof over all their heads?

And sure, it wasn't the most glamorous roof-- being thin, uninsulated, and filled with holes. But it was a roof.

And sure, it was crowded since they all had to share rooms but it wasn't all that bad since they didn't have any furniture to crowd it more. And sure, it was so cold that they had to huddle together for warmth most of the time but it was better than nothing.

At least that's what they told themselves until they could get something better.

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4 months after the new comers had arrived in the Encanto, Claudine stood outside of the toy shop-- invisible to the naked eye, watching as the tallest and lengthest one ran around the shop. Fixing things.

It had become a habit of hers for reasons she could not explain. One that she wasn't sure her family knew of or would approve of.

She knew it was werid. And that some would even call it a bit creepy but she just couldn't help it.

The redhead worried about him. Had been worrying about him ever since she heard her Abuela and Tías fretting over how he needed to eat more about a month after he arrived in town.

After that, Claudine just hadn't been able to get how thin he was out of her head. So, she had gotten into the habit of following him around and sneaking extra food into his lunch bag and goreceries. And so far, he hadn't seemed to notice.

Which Claudine was thankful for, since she wasn't sure what she'd do if she were ever caught.

Probably turn invisible and stay that way until he forgot what she looked like.

Annnnnnnd she was starting to sound like a stalker, wasn't she?

Claudine swatted that thought out of her head, noticing that it was nearly the boy's lunch break and quickly snuck into the small shop. Making sure to keep a tight grip on her bag when--

WHAM!

Claudine fell back, becoming visible as the contents of her bag spilled everywhere. Mixing with toy parts.

All the color drained out of her face as she slowly lifted her head and spotted the new comer, who was clutching his now bleeding nose and looking at her.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry. I didn't see you there--" the dark haired boy stammered, quickly helping her gather the contents of her bag. Including the wrapped arepas that Claudine had been planning on sneaking into his bag.

Claudine was sure that she was probably as red as her hair by now and waited for him to call her out on being the one who had been sneaking into his bag, dreading it, but to her surprise he said nothing. Holding them out to her.

"Uh gracias. Muy apreciada" she muttered meekly, snatching it back from him and shoving it back into her bag. Where her rats were still hiding, thankfully already.

"No problemo miss. It's the least I could do after rudely running into you like that. I don't know how I could have missed you. I should probably get my eyes checked " He joked, fidgeting with his gloves. Clearly expecting to get yelled at.

Claudine's heart ached, remembering how quick she was to expect the same for things that weren't her fault when she was younger.

"No, no. It was my fault. I should have been paying better attention " she rushed to assure him, not liking the far off look he was starting to get in his eyes.

"I'm Claudine by the way. Claudine Madrigal" She held her hand out to him in invitation, silently hoping the change of subject would work.

It did.

He quickly accepted her hand, grinning widely in a way that gave her butterflies before introducing himself. "Nice to meet ya Claudine, I'm Lefou Deux LePrince but everyone calls me Lee".

Looking into his eyes, Claudine was sure of one thing;

She was doomed.

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[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Ben Masterlist

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[slytherwrites]

The Streets of Auradon

Summary: Mal and her thoughts, before Auradon Prep's summer vacation.

Warnings: None

Rating: G

Mal walks the streets of Auradon alone.

Kids here are told bedtime stories about villains to be afraid of and the horrors they enact, but the worst thing anyone here’s ever done has been miles away, on an island they’ll never see once again, with people they’ll never have to meet.

Mal walks the streets of Auradon alone, unarmed—because she’s the most dangerous one here.

There are no lights on the streets of Auradon. Nobody is out this late, sans the occasional policeman or teenager, looking for a bit of fun. Neither are Mal, who walks around for a different reason.

The school year is coming to pass. Summer break, as they’re calling it, is barrelling towards them. And with that, comes the one thing Mal hasn’t prepared for, separation.

Her and her crew. Jay, Evie, Carlos, and Mal herself, split off and watched over by Auradonians. In all honesty, she’d rather be sent back to the Isle, left to waste away and rot before being separated from the people she’d call family now.

Jay, after befriending Lonnie, will be joining her family, far off with the warrior Mulan and her husband, the esteemed General Shang. He’ll be put through the wringer physically, no doubt. But all of that exercise will be good for him. And being in a place where Jafar did no wrong to anyone who’d still be holding a grudge will allow him to keep his bubbling anger under check.

Evie heads back with Doug, to the people whom her mother cursed. But they seem to be alright with it, having offered to take her under their wing. Same goes to Carlos, who is staying with the Radcliffes, owners of the puppies that his mother tried to skin out of existence. None of them seem to be holding any hard feelings, since they reached out in the first place.

But Mal, she’s going back with Ben. And she isn’t sure if that’s a good idea.

Ben, the one person who loved her even after she royally screwed him over. Ben, who allowed her to make a mistake and see right past her. Ben, who cares for her, despite Mal trying to shake him off. And if it was only Ben, it wouldn’t be so bad. But with Ben comes a royal title and expectations from the entire world. Ben comes with his friends and family who were either personally victimized by the villains she was raised by, or were taught all of their life that people like her were to be feared and imprisoned. Ben comes with risks, complications, and liabilities.

And Mal is a smart girl. She knows that she won’t be accepted by everyone. No matter how hard she tries, no matter how good she is, she’s still the villain girl, the daughter of the great Maleficent. The daughter of a woman whom she bears the name of.

She’s a villain through and through. Through nature and nurture, both of which she got very little of, Mal isn’t supposed to be here. She’s supposed to be imprisoned and hidden away, leading a life of misery and mischief, away from a spare thought from the Auradonians.

Mal walks the streets of Auradon, alone and unarmed. All she has is her thoughts and an uncertain future, one which she can’t outrun. One that she won’t outlast. For her future is in the hands of people who hate her and the one boy who can see past all that she truly is.

#descendants oneshot #mal descendants

[descendantofthesparrow]

Thief - Harry Hook x reader - Oneshot

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“where is it? I swear I hung it up right ‘ere?” Uma stepped down into Harry’s cabin, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed as she watched her first mate run about his room, looking very confused and muttering about something.

“lookin’ for something?” Uma asked, tilting her head and smirking as Harry jumped at her sudden voice, his cheeks flushing as she chuckled at his cat-like tendencies. Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his head; messing up his already messy hair. “Aye, me jacket. It’s been missin’ fer like two days. I can’t find It anywhere!”

Uma snorted, and shook her head. “Harry,” he turned to her, raising his brow as he glanced about the room-wondering where the hell his jacket went. “if it ain't where you left it, and you can't find it anywhere?” Harry sighed, dragging his hand down his face. “someone took it.” He grumbled, now wondering who had his jacket. “And there's only two people stupid enough to do tha’.”

Uma smirked, raising her brows again. “Ooooh be careful what you say dude, or your girl ain’t gonna be happy being called stupid.” Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Aaand ye jus’ let me know who took it, though CJ couldn’t’ve taken it, she’s halfway ‘cross the world.” Harry mumbled, pushing past Uma and making his way off the ship, taking the short trip back to Auradon prep and speeding through the dorm building halls.

He smiled at the thought of you in his jacket, you loved the damn thing, you had told him if you could you would steal it and keep it forever. He just laughed, taking the red leather tailcoat off and draping it around your shoulders, smiling into his hand as you cuddled into the leather, messing about with the zipper on his sleeves.

Since then, whenever you could-you would just yoink his jacket. And he would find you just wandering about wearing his jacket, looking all too happy.

He hadn't told you he commissioned Evie to make a copy in your size(with some edits to the original design, such as a hood, and a detachable tail.) but it still filled him with all the warm feelings, knowing you loved something of his so much you would steal it.

He finally made it to your room, using the spare key you had given him to get inside, grinning as he spotted you on your bed-eyes locked onto your switch with his jacket on. It was fully zipped up, the tail flared out on the bed behind you as you curled into your lap, your tongue sticking out of your mouth as you focused on your game.

“Darlin’,” Harry cooed, chuckling as you jumped and nearly tossed your switch across the room, holding your hand to your chest as you whipped around to look at him. “Harry!” you breathed, closing your eyes and smiling at your boyfriend. “You scared the hell outta me!”

He just laughed, closing the door behind him and joining you on the bed, kissing your cheek and smiling against your skin as you giggled at the feeling. He leaned into your ear, whispering as you shivered at the feeling of him being so close. “ye hav’ somethin’ of mine, my love~”

You just gave a cheeky grin, and in a split second, you were off the bed and running out of the room, cackling as Harry gave chase. “it’s mine now!”

“Not fer long!”

-end-

I dunno, but DAMN do I want his D2 jacket soooo damn badly, so here have an x reader where (y/n) steals it :p

taglist~

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@thetrueghostqueen @littlewierdalien

#disney descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook descendants #mini fic #oneshot #I WANT THAT DAMN JACKET AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[descendant-of-evil]

Under Her Shadow| Gil LeGume

Pairing: Platonic!Gil x Mal's Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,667

Trigger warning: this story contains themes of emotional neglect and family dysfunction.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a one-shot, so please don't be too harsh on me...

Summary: Basically it's a sad & lonely-reader meeting and befriending the ball-of-sunshine that is Gil LeGume...

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

You stand in a secluded alley on the Isle of the Lost, watching as Mal and her friends wreak havoc on the poor inhabitants of this forsaken place. You are Mal's younger sister, but it often feels like you don't even exist to your own mother, Maleficent, who openly favors Mal over you, always praising her older daughter's every move and putting her on a pedestal. Meanwhile, you are left in the shadows, feeling invisible and unwanted.

You watch as Mal struts around with her new friends, Jay, Evie, and Carlos. They are now the most infamous gang of Vks on the İsle, known as the "Core Four", and Mal is the leader. They’ve been inseparable since going on that crazy quest (that you weren’t part of) to retrieve Maleficent’s scepter: The Dragon’s Eye.

As you see them all laughing and joking together, a bitter wave of loneliness washes over you (despite knowing that deep down, you'll never fit in with them, no matter how hard you try). You have no one to talk to, no one to confide in, and no one to call a friend.

You try to approach Mal, to see if she'll pay any attention to you, but she brushes you off with a wave of her hand. She's too busy with her new friends, and you're just an afterthought. As the day wears on, you find yourself feeling more and more isolated. You watch as Mal and her friends plan their next scheme, and you know you'll never be a part of it.

Eventually, you decide to wander off on your own. You find yourself in the docks, sitting on a barrel, feeling sorry for yourself. You can't help but wonder why your mother doesn't love you as much as she loves Mal. What did you do wrong?

As you sit there, lost in your thoughts, a shadow falls over you. You look up to see a boy standing in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. It's Gil LeGume, son of Gaston.

"What are you doing here all alone?" he asks, his voice surprisingly gentle.

You shrug your shoulders, not really knowing how to answer.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

You shake your head, tears threatening to spill over. "No," you whisper.

Gil sits down beside you, and you're surprised at how comfortable you feel around him. You've always been too disgusted by Gaston and his sons to talk to them, but Gil seems different.

"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice soft.

Trusting your instincts, you take a deep breath and tell him everything. About how Maleficent favors Mal over you, about how you feel invisible and unwanted. About how you're always left out and never included.

Gil listens intently, his eyes never leaving yours. When you're finished, he puts his arm around you, and you lean into him. It's the first time in a long time that you've felt comforted.

"You know," Gil says, "Blood-Family isn't everything. You don't need the approval of your mother to be happy."

You look up at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, that you shouldn't have to strive to be like Mal, for Maleficent’s approval. You don't have to follow in her footsteps. You can be your own person, and make your own choices. You can do whatever you want and be whomever you want to be… That’s what İ did and İ’ve never been happier."

You nod, feeling a glimmer of hope for the first time in a long time. Maybe he's right. Maybe you don't have to be in Mal's shadow forever.

Gil stands up, pulling you to your feet with him. "Come on," he says, "Let's go to Ursula’s Fish and Chips, I heard that the fries are on discount today."

You smile, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. Maybe today isn't so bad after all. And maybe, just maybe, you'll find your own place in the world, away from Mal's shadow.

As you and Gil walk through the Isle of the Lost, you start to see things in a different light. You notice people and places that you've never seen before, and you begin to realize that there's a whole world outside of Mal's group.

You and Gil sit on a bench, eating your chips and talking about everything and nothing. You tell him about your favorite things, like reading and drawing, and he tells you about his love for pirating and sports.

It's the first time in a long time that you've had a real conversation with someone, and you realize how much you've been missing out on.

When the sun starts to set, Gil walks you back to your home. You thank him for spending time with you, and he gives you a smile that makes your heart flutter.

As you walk into your house, you're surprised to see Maleficent waiting for you. She looks angry, and you feel a pang of fear in your chest.

"Where have you been, Y/N?" she demands, her eyes narrowed.

"I was just out," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Out where?" she snaps.

"Just around," you say, feeling a knot form in your stomach.

Maleficent glares at you for a few more seconds before storming off, leaving you standing there, feeling small and insignificant.

You walk up to your room, closing the door behind you. You sit on your bed, staring at the wall, feeling tears sting your eyes. You thought maybe things were going to change, but now you feel like you're right back where you started.

As the night wears on, you can hear Mal and her friends laughing and having fun outside your window. You try to ignore them, but their voices carry, taunting you with their happiness.

You pull your blanket up around your shoulders, feeling alone and forgotten. You try to remind yourself of what Gil said earlier, that you don't need to be like Mal or her friends, that you can make your own choices.

But it's hard to believe that when you feel so unloved and unwanted.

Eventually, you fall asleep, but your dreams are plagued with visions of Mal and Maleficent, both of them looking down on you with disdain.

When you wake up in the morning, you feel drained and exhausted. You don't want to face another day of feeling like you don't belong.

But then you remember Gil's words, and you decide to try to take his advice. You grab a notebook and start to write, letting your imagination run wild.

As the day wears on, you find yourself getting lost in your poetry, forgetting about the world outside your bedroom window.

You're surprised when you hear a knock on the balcony of your window. You look up to see Gil standing there, a shy smile on his face.

"Hey," he says, "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out again today?"

You smile, feeling warmth in your chest. Maybe things are starting to change after all.

Together, you and Gil explore the Isle of the Lost, discovering new places and things to do. You feel like you're finally starting to find your own place in the world, as your own person.

As the sun starts to set, you and Gil sit on a rooftop overlooking the Isle of the Lost. You talk about everything and nothing, and you realize how much you've come to value his friendship.

"You know," Gil says, "You're pretty fun to hang out with."

You laugh, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "Thanks," you say, feeling a happiness that you haven't felt in a long time.

As the night wears on, you and Gil walk back to your house. You say goodnight, feeling a sense of contentment that you haven't felt in a long time.

But as soon as you open the door to your house, that sense of contentment disappears. Maleficent is waiting for you, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

"Where have you been, this time?" she demands.

You feel a knot form in your stomach as you try to come up with an answer. "Out with a friend," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Maleficent glares at you, her eyes narrowing. "Out with a friend? Fool! Villains don't have friends, only allies… Your sister is a leader with three minions, why can’t you be more like her?" she says, her voice dripping with disdain.

You feel tears sting your eyes as you realize that nothing has changed. Maleficent still sees you as inferior to Mal, and nothing you do can change that.

But then you remember Gil's words, and you find a newfound strength inside of you. You stand up straighter, looking Maleficent in the eye.

"I'm my own person," you say, your voice steady. "I don't need to be like Mal to be happy."

Maleficent's expression softens for a moment, but then it hardens again. "You'll never be as good as Mal," she says, her voice cold.

You feel a sense of defeat wash over you as Maleficent walks away, leaving you standing there, alone and forgotten once again.

But then you remember the happiness you felt with Gil, and you realize that you don't need Maleficent's approval to be happy. You have your own interests and your own passions, and you don't need to live in Mal's shadow anymore.

From that moment on, you start to embrace your own identity. You spend most of your time with Gil, exploring the Isle of the Lost and discovering new things. You draw and read and write, finding joy in the things that make you unique.

And even though Maleficent still sees you as inferior to Mal, you now know that you don't need her approval to be happy. You have your own place in the world, away from Mal's shadow, and you've finally embraced the fact that you don't need to be anyone but yourself to be happy…

#descendants #disney descendants #descendants x reader #gil legume #the isle of the lost #gil x reader #descendants fandom #descendants fanfiction #reader insert #female reader #sister reader #maleficent #oneshot #imagine

[chaoticwriting]

The truth of white lies

(This is the concept of Dream using half of his power. It got scrapped a while ago because of the new lore)

Written by @anotherrosesthatfell

"So you were manipulating me this whole time?" Dream started blankly at Frieda.

His eyes was lifeless but now it full of rage.

The castle ground, it's cracking. It was cause by nonetheless, Dream.

He's finally using his power, the power of sun.

The sun grew brighter and it burn people's skin who stay on the outside.

"I did it for reasons, Dream..." Frieda got nervous, she is scared.

'This isn't supposed to happen! How did he found out... No... The little witch...!' Frieda thought to herself as she realized Hope has told Dream the truth.

"Dream your power is a threa—" Frieda coughed bloods up.

How? She isn't supposed to get sick, a child of God could never...

Unless it was cause by the sun, the child of the sun.

"hmm... Threat?" Dream crack a smile as he hold up his hand as glimmer of lights appear.

It attacks Frieda in full speed, she didn't see that coming at all! Her umbrella broke into pierces.

"Hehe... HAHAHAHAHA!!!" Dream laughed maniacally as he is satisfied that Frieda's weapon broked to pieces.

After all, her weapon was made by witches bloods. That includes Hope mother's bloods.

"Ha... Haha.." Dream laughed quiet down as he stares at Frieda. "You killed my family, the cause of prince Nightmare bad rumours, you killed Miss Fiona too...!" Dream said all the bad things Frieda does.

"THE WORST THING IS, THE LIST OF CRIMES YOU MADE KEEP ON GOING!" he doesn't plan on holding it back.

Not anymore

"ironic isn't it? You, the child of God... Do this kind of things... Seriously ARE YOU EVEN THE GOD'S CHILD?"

Frieda face turn red, she is offended.

"Of course I am child of God! Who are you to question my—"

"Then which 'God' do you serve." Dream smiles as he caught Frieda on act.

Of course, there are two Gods. Not many know about this but who are the most worship God....?

That's right, the God of light. In other words, the God of Sun.

"Answer me, dear 'Saint'. What God do you serve." Dream grin as he question Frieda.

He now knows. He can see everything, just like he is destined too.

Frieda can't see anything anymore. Her vision to see the future are gone, she can't predict what will happen...

"I—"

"You don't know, don't you?" Dream chuckles. "You serve the God of darkness, the God of moon... The weakest God." Dream smiles as he told the truth.

He look at the outside, the subordinates of Frieda are dying because of the sun.

"How lovely..." he chuckle. "I am not planning to kill you right away, Frieda... Because I am going to make you suffer. Just like you did to ME, HOPE, PRINCE NIGHTMARE AND EVERYONE!" he laughed.

The horrors in Frieda eyes eating her slowly. She is powerless now...

Dream summoned two guards, the guards from sun.

"Take her away, make sure she regrets for being born." Ordered Dream to the guards.

And at the last moment, Frieda get on her knees and ask for forgiveness.

"W-Wait, Dream please listen- AHH—!" her throats are burning, she feels intense pain.

Dream smiles as he enjoy seeing Frieda in pain. Frieda was dragged away by the guards and she was never be seen again...

#dream sans #evil lux au #Frieda Hanani #undertale au #sans au #destiny of sun descendant #ao3 #wattpad #quetov #writing #oneshot #old concept #writers on tumblr #ao3 writer

[raspberrysmoon]

this fic is just turning into an excuse to listen to hoziers music. i cant decide the title because i bave an option from like seven different songs. and four of them are hozier songs

anyway eddie fell first and charles fell harder 🫶

#IM LOSING MY MOND #WHY ISNIT SO LONG #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A ONESHOT #WHAT THE FECK #FUCK* #probably gonna use a lyric from I Found by amber run #for the fictitle #the chapters can have their own songs i guess #the Realization chapater gets 'if only' from descendants #tehe #raspy rambles #raspberry writes #golden treasure

[egginfroggin]

Lian and Emmet relationship (wtst).

They're fools, your honor.

Joking aside, I haven't thought too hard about it. Lian is pretty young, so Emmet would probably feel a level of protectiveness just due to how young the kid is. Maybe a little bit baffled at the fact that the Pearl Clan appointed such a young kid to be Warden to such a distant Noble, as Lian is quite, quite far from his home and family.

(Similarly, Emmet just gives Adaman the most disconcerting stare after meeting the tot that is Sabi. Like, bro, why, she is in what is arguably the most merciless part of Hisui and she's even younger than Lian.)

I do think they would get along, and could be considered friends, even though they might not interact too much, what with Lian being mostly in the Heartwood and surrounding forests while Emmet is off literally everywhere else in Hisui doing things for the Pokedex.

I do think that Emmet would enjoy listening to Lian ramble about Kleavor and all the various stones he's studied and found, though -- the kid's cute, oddly familiar, and listening to someone else talk passionately and at length puts Emmet at ease, for some reason.

Lian, similarly, likes having someone to talk to, and although Emmet doesn't say much, he is a very good listener. He's brought the boy stones before, when he's passing through -- ones from the other parts of Hisui, where Lian doesn't get the chance to rock-hunt very much, and rare elemental stones used for evolving Pokemon.

Yeah, I think they're friends. They deserve to be friends.

(There's an odd familiarity about Lian. Something about the hat and the hair, and the overall rather gruff and tough demeanor -- even though Lian is a bit too small to be a properly imposing figure, and he can get riled up easily. He is, after all, still a child)

(Fossils, Emmet thinks one day, entirely out of the blue -- the boy would probably be fascinated by fossil Pokemon)

(And there's a particular Pokemon he thinks would be helpful to Lian and his mining escapades. Small and short-furred, with big claws. It's familiar, and he thinks it gets much bigger when it evolves; regardless of what stage of life it's in, though, it is entirely capable of tunneling through earth and stone alike)

Thank you very much for the ask, Anon! I hope this answers your question, and that you have a very good day.

#asks #anon ask #warden lian #subway boss emmet #submas #wtst #eggin's writings #thank you for the ask! #he's thinking of drilbur and exadrill at the end #frankly they're very cute critters #and lian deserves them #he should have a cute little mining buddy #also emmet probably wonders if Lian will grow to fit the vague memories he has #I really want to write something with them now #I have a few ideas that I'd like to compile into a series of oneshots for wtst #and now I want to write both lian and emmet interacting #and emmet just taking one look at clay and struggling with the fact that while lian clearly did well enough in life to have descendants #lian is also very very dead by now #and some people are simply reminders of that fact #the fact that people emmet knew are dead now #even if he wasn't close to very many of them it hurts #and because he doesn't know what happened to lian #all he remembers him as is a child #so from emmet's perspective. even though he knows lian grew up. it's hard to not think of lian as a child #and therefore lian died far. far too young to him #and sabi died even younger #oh look more angst

[maeby-bby]

thinking of writing some descendants imagines so if there’s anyone you’d really like to see lmk! i’m thinking of some harry hook and maybe headcanons for the main cast!

#requests open #descendants fic #gender neutral imagine #x reader #fanfic #imagine #oneshot #fluff imagine #headcanon #pls send requests #disney descendants #mal descendants #evie descendants #carlos de vil #jay descendants #harry hook #ben florian #uma descendants #gil descendants

[heliads]

whilst requests are open I have an idea to put forth after years of us discussing this man. Harry Hook x reader based on 'the way I loved you' by taylor swift. Childhood friends to lovers, to strangers to lovers again mayhaps? idk babes. Love you though, I hope your requests don't get out of hand again so you can stay stress-free!

eva i love you for sending this in, please let me talk about harry hook. he's insane and i cannot get enough of him

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You are lying on your bed in a dorm room in Auradon Prep, and if you close your eyes, you can almost convince yourself that you’re somewhere else entirely. Your roommate hung a lantern in the window, and with the glass pane cracked halfway, the light sways back and forth on the ceiling, painting shifting golden silhouettes on the perfectly painted ceiling. If you let the present world fade into the corners of your consciousness, you can pretend there are flaws in the endless pristine magnificence. You could even pretend that you aren’t on the continent at all.

No daughter of a princess should ever be anywhere but in Auradon. That’s the way it should have been, but you ran the second you got the chance and ended up amongst criminals and sons of thieves instead of with other prettily polished girls. Is it a terrible thing to admit that you miss it more than anything?

You shouldn’t, that’s the worst part. You left them willingly. As time passes, though, you’re starting to think that what you thought was one great fight with the so-called lowlifes of this world might have been the greatest time of your life. It’s like fording a raging river; while you’re in the thick of the waves, you think you might drown, but when you’re safe on the dry shore again, all you can think of is the coolness of the water, how the flood had sparkled like a thousand sapphires.

You shut your eyes and then you’re back again, just a kid, happier than you’ve ever been and twice as free. It had been easy to leave, actually, easier than it should have been. In your family, there were enough siblings and cousins and relatives that just one girl could go unnoticed. It’s not that Ariel intentionally tried to blur all of her daughters together in her memory, but it couldn’t be helped. She was one of seven daughters, and you were one of many as well. It wasn’t her fault, no, but it was your excuse anyway.

It turns out that nobody bats their eyes at a mermaid’s daughter when she’s running headlong towards the surf. You dove into the waves and came up to shore miles away. Your mother was terrified of losing any one of her children to the endless sea just as her father lost her to land, so none of you were allowed to stray that close to the beach. Of course you would see how far you could go the second you were unsupervised. Of course you would push the limits just to learn where you would break.

You ended up scaring the daylights out of a boy in a small sailing craft not far from the limits of the Isle of the Lost. You hadn’t meant to go that far, but you were giddy with the feeling of doing something wrong and he was trying to escape as well. He’d offered for you to hitch a ride with him so long as the wind was good. You thought that suited you well enough, so you took the hand he gave you and listened when he introduced himself as Harry Hook.

He said his name the same way you did, emphasis on the first name and not the last. It’s the exact opposite way any child of a prince or princess does, and you think that might have been why you liked him from the start. The sun shone overhead, and you talked to him about running away and taking to the sea and all the things you wanted to do if you just had time.

Neither of you wanted to leave, not really, but of course all good things have to come to an end at some point. You watched the sun sink lower and lower in the sky with all the dread of a doomed man going to the gallows. You must have looked seriously unhappy, because you remember Harry laughing and saying that you could meet him tomorrow, if you wanted. You wanted that more than anything, as it turned out, so you eagerly agreed.

Harry took you as far as he could towards Auradon again, and watched as you dove into the water. You can still remember how he’d watched you go, the way his eyes had tracked the water as if he could look at you forever, even after you disappeared from view. He stayed there for a long time before finally forcing his ship to turn around again. You’d know; you stayed there on the ocean floor watching him back until he was gone.

The next day, you slipped away to meet him again, and the next day, and the next. When you were caught trying to go out to the sea sometime in the second month, you fought until you could find a suitable excuse. Your mother was perfectly fine to let you go to some private school by the coast, it would mean one less child to keep track of. The papers were signed and agreements made before you could so much as blink.

You, of course, never went to that school. Instead, you showed up on Harry’s ship just like usual and told him that you wouldn’t be going back. Harry had been talking about a friend of his, Uma, and how she was forming a crew of her own larger pirate ship. You wanted in, and he couldn’t be more delighted to take you home.

You think you replayed the memory of him introducing you to Uma about a thousand times over in your head, and you’ll do it again tonight. The slats of the dock had been slippery under your feet, but you knew that so long as he was by your side, you would never once fall. Uma had looked at you questioningly, blue-green hair cascading down her shoulders, but Harry had hardly been able to tear his eyes away from you.

“This is Y/N,” he’d said, “she’s my friend.” He’d imbued the word with all the hope and grief and joy you could ever possibly attach to such an idea. Harry smiled as he said it, took your hand, let his eyes open comically wide so you’d know he was just joking when he mentioned that he’d jump overboard if Uma didn’t take you on.

Luckily for him, Uma had no problems with you. She saw something in you, the same sort of restless troublemaking spirit the rest of them had in spades. Before you knew it, you were quite literally learning the ropes of how to help out on Uma’s ship.

From there on out, everything was perfect. You watched the sun rise and set from the deck of a ship you could call home. When the weather was good, you spent all night and day out in the grasp of the world, and when the storms raged on, you hid belowdecks with the best friends you’d ever had. They wanted you, not your mother in a younger form, but you. Just you. It was wonderful.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that you would end up falling in love with Harry. You were hurtling towards that fate as fast as you could, running and sprinting towards the inevitability of it all. No one compared. No one had half as much influence over you as him. And, when he finally managed to tell you how he felt, you thought you might be able to take over the entire world with the sheer force thrumming through your veins.

Perhaps you should have taken that as a warning. The universe doesn’t care much for happy endings, you’ve learned, even for its fairytale heroes. Princesses grow old and fade into obscurity. Princes forget how to save the day. Villains live out their days with fantastic dreams that will never be achieved. You learn how to deal with adequacy, and pretend that it is enough for you.

You loved Harry because he was wild, your untamed, brilliant boy, but then you hated him for it, too. Just once, you wanted to walk into a room and know what he was going to say before he said it. Every word from his mouth was a dagger in your chest. Some days, he was a hopeless romantic, others, he was mad and uncontrollable. He never hurt you, but at least the pain of a blow would be something you could depend on and understand.

Your mother tried to find you about a year or two after you took to the sea, and you used that as your excuse to break up with him. Harry found out you would be returning to Auradon at the exact same time as the rest of the crew. You think he might hate you for it still. You think he would have reason to hate you for a lot, actually, most importantly that you were never quite enough to match him.

So you slipped away from the ship with the worst kind of goodbye, one that you did not mean, and you never looked back. You greeted your mother and agreed when she said that it was time you took up your studies at Auradon Prep. You joined the endless number of would-be princesses and princes and pretended that it was all you had ever needed in life. If you woke up sometimes with the sound of waves crashing in your ears, or felt the steady rock of a ship beneath your feet as you dreamt, you ignored it. Such illusions only belong to the past, and they will never be yours again.

You still have a jacket of his in the corner of your room; you brought it all the way over here, anywhere you go. You never had the heart to give it back. You don’t know that you could if you tried. It still smells like saltwater and laughter and sun-bleached him, and you have absolutely no idea what you will do when that familiar scent fades.

Still, you weren’t able to completely erase his influence on you. Children of villains arrived at Auradon Prep, and instead of running away from them, you befriended them as quickly as you could. Mal thinks like you do, her and the rest. You laugh like them– not quite as polite as you should be, but loud and beautiful and real. You hang out with them all the time and, when they talk about how much they wish they were back on the Isle of the Lost, you lie to yourself that you do not agree.

You never told them the full scope of your exploits, but they know part of it, enough that one day Mal knocks at your door and tells you that she needs your help on a pirate ship. She needs to get something from the Isle of the Lost, a mysterious ingredient for a spell, but they have to keep it a secret so they can’t use the bridge. The next best option, then, is to sail. It’s not a far destination, so it would work.

A thousand memories of sun and surf flash through your head, and you find yourself agreeing before Mal can so much as finish trying to convince you to go along with her plan.

Mal blinks in surprise. “Really? You’re sure? I thought you would have mixed feelings about that time in your life.”

You breathe out slowly, trying to calm yourself. “Certain things scare me more than others.” Certain people, that is.

Mal winces as she leads you out of your dorm and back into the hallway. “Actually, we might have a problem with that.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

Mal casts you a nervous glance. “Before I continue, remember that you already agreed. I’m not letting you leave now.”

You laugh. “I’m starting to get worried. No, Mal, I’m not backing out. Just tell me already.”

Mal holds up her hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay. Never doubted you for a second. It’s just, well, we don’t have a ship at our disposal, obviously, so we’re borrowing one from Uma.”

You shrug. “I have no problem with that. Uma’s great.”

“Yeah,” Mal says, drawing out her syllables in an attempt to buy herself time, “but she insisted on having a skeleton crew present. You know, to make sure we wouldn’t run aground or something like that. That includes her first mate.”

Your head snaps up. “Harry’s going to be there?”

You can feel Mal’s gaze on you, but you refuse to look at her. Instead, you’re scanning the hallway, every door you pass, sure that he’s going to be waiting for you, leaning casually against a wall or peering out of a window or somewhere you could find if you just looked hard enough.

“He is,” Mal confirms, “is that going to be an issue?”

Yes. “No, I’ll be fine.”

You can’t really tell if Mal believes you or not, but then you’re rounding the corner and the rest of the VKs are in front of you, and the conversation must be dropped as Mal explains her plan. You’re going to join the four of them and Uma’s guys in piloting the ship over to the Isle of the Lost, where you’ll search for a talisman hidden somewhere on the island. Once the talisman is secured, you’ll head back. Easy as that.

Mal leads your group to a boathouse on the southern part of the shore. You take up a position in a corner of the room, hidden by the shadows. You suppose that’s why the pirates don’t see you immediately when they come in a matter of minutes later. You suppose you chose that place on purpose so you could get a good look at Harry without him seeing you.

He looks just the same. You don’t know why you thought he would change, that he would have to look different to explain how different you feel, but he’s the same. It makes a soft smile rise to your lips at the same time as the weight of all your memories pierces you through the heart.

Uma’s talking to Mal, doubt lacing her every word. “I hope you have a good idea of how to run a ship, because I don’t think any of your friends have the slightest clue what to do on the sea. That’s my territory, in case you forgot.”

“I know,” Mal says, temper just as strong as always, “that’s why I brought a friend.”

Harry arches a brow. “What friend?”

“That would be me,” you say, and step out of the shadows to face him.

For a moment, you swear that time stands still. Harry’s breath catches in his chest as he looks at you for the first time in months. He has never been one to show off weakness, always laughing off injury or claiming not to feel pain, but in this instant, you can see the shock lancing through his eyes, wracking his frame until he has no choice but to stand there and stare.

Uma breaks the silence, wrapping an arm around your shoulders with a grin. “Y/N, good to see you! I take it back, Mal. Y/N could captain a fleet of ships with her eyes closed.”

It’s easy, after that, to pull yourself together. Uma’s friendship is something familiar, a rock you can stand on. “I appreciate your confidence,” you reply, “good to see you too, by the way.”

“Of course,” Uma says dismissively, then adds somewhat unnecessarily, “Hey, Harry, look who it is!”

Harry swallows hard when Uma addresses him, tries to pretend he’s just like normal. “Yeah, I saw. Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey yourself,” you say quietly.

Evie looks at you nervously, then quickly speaks up. “So, should we get to the ship? We only have so much time before people start looking for us.”

Uma rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you guys are too popular, I get it. Ship’s docked outside.”

Harry takes this as his excuse to bolt out, and you watch him go with wide eyes. Evie heads over to you as soon as everyone’s attention is off you again. “Hey, is everything alright?”

“Perfectly fine,” you whisper back through gritted teeth. Of course it is a lie. You couldn’t be more affected by this.

You avoid Harry the entire duration of the trip over to the Isle of the Lost. It’s difficult, especially when you push off from the shore and the wind is on your face again and everything is just like you remember. You tug a few lines into place, tie them down with the knots he taught you, and race to the bow as soon as you’re free.

You forgot just how wonderful it is to sail. You laugh delightedly as the ship picks up speed, skipping over the waves as the wind snaps the sails almost to bursting. This close to the surface of the water, you can’t hear anything, but you sense something anyway, and that’s how you know to lean back up and look to your side to see Harry standing there, smiling as he takes in the sight of you.

Your laugh dries up in a moment and you feel frozen there, trapped in this moment with him. Someone calls your name a second later and you’re able to spirit away to safety, but you can still feel his gaze burning like a brand into your back every moment until the ship docks at the Isle.

Mal announces that you’ll be splitting up in pairs so you can properly canvas the island for the talisman. Before you can look at her or Evie, Uma suggests that you and Harry work together, and the rest are already partitioned into pairs before you can fight it.

Fine, then. You’re certain he’s put her up to this, but you won’t give him a scene if he wants it. Instead, you march resolutely towards your assigned location, and pretend that you’re just really invested in finding the talisman so you can’t hear him when he tries to talk to you.

Eventually, Harry has enough and puts his hand on your arm, trying to get your attention. You spin back around by reflex, dagger in hand and held to his throat before Harry can get so much of a word out. The Isle has always brought out a different part of you, more of a villain than any princess’ daughter.

Instead of looking afraid, Harry just laughs. Usually, this is the time at which you’d join in, but you narrow your eyes and hold strong.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he says when he’s finally able to get his laughter under control, “I don’t think your friends would like it very much if you killed someone on your little vacation to the island.”

You glare at him. “We’re not friends anymore, sweetheart, or have you forgotten that already?”

“When your knife is to my throat? Couldn’t forget that if I tried. Out of curiosity, why are we enemies again? I seem to remember you liking me very well just a couple of months ago.” Harry says, reaching up to tap your forearm where you still hold your blade.

You pull your dagger away but stand there still, thrumming with the urge to run. “We’re too different. You’re a villain, and I’m a perfect angel, obviously.”

Harry grins. “What, just because you’re the daughter of a princess? You’ve never let that come in between us before. You’re not Ariel, you’re Y/N, and I have always loved that about you.” Something like doubt flickers across his face. “Is that why you left? You thought you had to become more like her?”

You glance away from him, suddenly unable to look him in the eyes. “I left because I had to. We weren’t working out.”

“Why not?” Harry asks, and suddenly he’s the one in control now, he’s the one stepping forward until your back hits the wall and you have nowhere to run, “What was so wrong with us, Y/N?”

Your hands are shaking. Harry takes the knife from you, carefully sliding it back in the holster on your side. His hands linger there a second longer, and when he finally takes them away, you can’t tell if you’re glad of it or deeply unhappy that you can no longer feel him.

“We could never work,” you insist.

“Why not?” He replies, “Show me we could never work. Prove me wrong.”

Harry Hook has always been somewhat of an enigma to you, just as unpredictable as the sea that both of you love, but somehow you know it’s coming when Harry leans forward and kisses you. For a moment, you consider pushing him away, and then you realize that you do not hate this, not him, not in the slightest, not at all.

Surrender is not the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it’s like the release of a sail to the wind, the acceptance that even though you let a person go, they will always come back to you. You surrender the last of your inhibitions and you kiss him back. It is everything you missed, the fighting and the laughing, the good times and the bad all in one. It is all that you love about him and more, what you didn’t realize you held most dear until you were gone.

Harry breathes quietly against your lips and you breathe back, one small circle of in and out and together. He grins, says, was that really so bad? And you laugh and tell him to shut up, so he does, but only by kissing you again. The island can wait, the talisman and the life waiting back for you at school. You have your boy back, and you could not care about anything else.

requested by @thatfangirl42, i hope you enjoy!

disney tag list: @rogueanschel, @lovesanimals0000, @/thatfangirl42, @amortensie

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socially relevant

By hara_leah @adjective-object

On Archive of Our Own

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 3,479 words

Summary: Jay meets Mal several minutes after midnight when he’s trying to creep back into his father’s store {normally, he wouldn’t bother, he’d just find a corner somewhere and curl up, but it’s the middle of winter and the perpetual clouds over the Isle of the Lost look darker, which means snow, or sleet, or some other horrible thing}. She’s painting, and her hands are stained with still-wet paint. His eyes briefly roam over the wall, and he smirks.

My thoughts: You know what. Good for them. Go protest. Actually everyone should go protest.

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A light for nobody:

Requested by @captainthomasrobbie for my sad lyric/quote descendants writing challenge.

The Quote: Behind every sweet smile there is a bitter sadness noone can see or hear. It hurts to leave a light on for nobody.

The character: Chad Charming.

Trigger warning; child neglect, sadness, death, Cinderella and Kit being bad parents, etc.

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Behind every sweet smile there is a bitter sadness noone can see or hear.

It hurts to leave a light on for nobody.

Nobody knows this better than Chad charming.

He isn't the person most people would think of when they think of the word 'alone' or the word 'lonely' or the word 'unloved' but that was exactly what he was.

He hadn't always been that way, however.

Once when he was younger, he had, had it all.

A loving grandpa.

Loving staff in the form of Duke and Prudence.

Two loving uncles.

A loving fairy Godmother and her kids.

A loving aunt and four loving cousins.

3 loving mice.

A loving dog.

A loving horse.

A loving cat.

5 loyal and loving friends, and a sure way to college in the form of sports.

A loving little sister.

He had the world at his fingers as a child and hadn't even known it.

But as all things do, everything changed.

His uncle James was dragged off to the isle and then a few years down the line, Anastasia was too.

Then his grandpa died.

Then Prudence and Duke followed.

Then Fairy Godmother and Jacob started to notice just how much Chad stayed over, and started asking questions, and then he wasn't allowed to go over as often anymore because it upset his parents.

Which meant that he was trapped in the castle, left to notice just how often his parents took his younger sister out without even asking if he wanted to go.

Left to realize just how little his parents cared for him.

His friends started to drift away from him except for Audrey, leaving him to cling to what little remained of all their friendships.

Doug started to resent them.

Jane started to see a stranger.

Ben got busy.

Lonnie got tired of Auardon's bullshit.

Audrey got obsessed with Ben and her crush on him.

And Chad was left behind yet again.

He had to adapt or die, and adapt he did. Though not necessarily for the best.

He straightened his hair. Neglected his school work. Threw himself into his looks and sports, and began resenting his sick little sister who he knew his parents loved more.

He acted out, desperate for their attention. Good or bad.

He lashed out at his friends, driving them away further.

Chad was almost unrecognizable by middle school. The old him was gone and dead. Much to his uncle and Fairt Godmother's displeasure.

Audrey was his only confidante and was slowly spending more and more time with Ben, who soon became her boyfriend.

He became M.V.P of the swords and shields team, and the Tourney team. Colleges everywhere were looking at him, waiting for him to graduate and then the vks showed up.

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Behind every sweet smile there is a bitter sadness noone can see or hear.

It hurts to leave a light on for nobody.

Chad, at 18, wasn't proud of the person he became or how he acted towards the vks. But he knew that he couldn't change it.

And he knew that he'd never have his world back.

Now he had left the prince life behind and everything that came with it. Had vanished in the night to see how long it would take anyone to notice he was gone.

4 weeks.

It had taken 4 weeks and his 10 year old sister, Chloe, had been the one to notice when she had been reintroducing their aunt, Anastasia, and their cousins, and their uncle James (and his son Carlos) to the castle and everyone in it.

Chad knew then that he was never going to return.

Why would he when he wouldn't be missed?

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It hurts to leave a light on for nobody.

Chad knew this still at 24 though the pain had lessened as he had come to expect it.

It had been 6 years since he had left home. Since he had left Auardon. And he had slowly but surely made a life for himself as something other than a wannabe trophy husband prince.

He had stopped straightening his hair and and had let it grown out.

He had built a beautful little cabin in the woods and lived alone with his many pets.

And as he sat in a rocking chair on his porch, staring out at the sun set, Diamond (his cat) in his lap. Swiggles (his dog) asleep at his feet.His mice (Dagger, Cobalt, and Starlet) rocking in their own chairs across on his side, squeaking at his white horse, Colonel...

Gil chopping wood in the front yard.

Chad thought that maybe, just maybe.. it wasn't all bad. And that maybe. Just maybe... this could turn into something more.

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Harry Hook Masterlist

none yet!

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Untitled Werewolf!Carlos WIP

predictably, I have been thinking about werewolf!Carlos so

He’d been sure to hide the bite marks under long leather sleeves—but that was after the fact where Jay had appeared, swinging a bat; he’d cracked the wolf’s skull right open—pretended it was nothing, like he’d just happened to be out there, in fuck all nowhere… Oh, who was he kidding? “Jay,” Carlos sighs out in the present moment, eyes flickering aside to where the crickets have stopped chirping. “I know you’re there.” Jay doesn’t deny it. He meanders out from the shadows, thumbs hooked in his pockets and shoulders slack, but a certain tension in his jaw as he looks from left to right, then back to Carlos. “Hey,” he offers. “Whatcha doing?”

#descendants #carlos de vil #jay son of jafar #jaylos #werewolf!Carlos #descendants fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing #descendants fandom #I have written 1K of this #undecided if I want that to be a prologue or if I'm just going to keep writing and post it as a oneshot idk idk #I don't expect it to be very long so we'll see what happens #for now please accept this excerpt #tomorrow?? who knows