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The Bet

A Harry Holland mini series

Part 1 (the game begins)

Summery:

Tom bets Harry he can't make you fall in love with him.

Warnings: slut shaming, social anxiety, smut (thigh riding) cursing, boys being dumb, blood.

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Weekends at the frat were always busy. It was like as soon as five pm on Friday rolled around it was a revolving door of people. Some people the boys knew, some people they had seen but never spoken to, and some people that were completely strangers. None of them minded of course, part of being in the frat was throwing parties and they were determined to do it better than any of the other fraternities on campus.

Most of the occupants of the frat were sitting in an area they usually claimed as their own on nights like these. Talking to each other and ignoring the rowdy party goers aside from the occasional attractive girl that would saunter by catching their eye (or boy in Travis' case). Tonight was no different.

Harry always steered away from girls who were drinking, he had a very specific set of rules, no alcohol, no leading on, and absolutely no falling in love with him. He knew it was strange, but he had a rugby Career to think of, and he planned on going pro. So he was straight forward if he started talking to a girl, hence the no Alcohol rule. Which brings us to the particular topic of today's conversation amongst the boys.

"All I'm saying," Tom announced, "is that, you either suck in bed, or girls are really not into you," there was a collective round of oos from the other guys as Harry rolled his eyes.

"I tell them they can't fall in love with me from the get go, keeps them from getting all clingy," Harry reminded Tom with a smirk.

Tom sighed as he took a swig of his drink, "I'm just saying, I doubt you could get a girl to fall in love with you, you're too cocky," he told his younger brother.

True to Tom's word Harry just scoffed, "I could have anyone in this room fall in love with me," he chuckled.

Tom narrowed his eyes on his younger brother. "Wanna bet on that?" He asked with a smirk.

That caught Harry's attention. "Fine, what'll it be?" Harry challenged.

"If you can get a girl of my choosing to fall in love with you, you win bragging rights," Tom explained.

Harry nodded as he mulled the idea in his head but it wasn't him who spoke next. "That could take weeks," Sam pointed out with a worried expression, he always seemed to be the most level headed of the three Hollands (Four when they were back home).

"Maybe," Tom shrugged, "but Mr.cocky over here could probably get it done faster," Tom glanced over to Harry to see his eyes narrowed at him.

"Fine," Harry agreed, "who will it be?"

Tom's finger was up and pointing across the room before Harry had even finished his sentence.

Every boy turned to where Tom was pointing, and there you stood. A drink in your hand that was still full from when you had gotten it an hour prior, standing beside your cousin and flatmate, as you didn't know anyone else there. Harry had never seen you, and didn't know a thing about you, but Tom (who had been sleeping with your cousin Malory) knew exactly who you were and what had brought you here, and he knew that out of everyone in this room, you would be the last person to fall for his brother.

"Who is that?" Harrison asked, breaking the silence and causing all of them to turn their attention from where you stood.

"Mal's cousin, she just transferred here," Tom explained.

Harry watched you for a few minutes more before turning back to his brother and sticking out his hand. Tom grasped his with his own and shook. "Got yourself a deal," Harry announced before finishing the beer in his hand, and gearing up to make his move.

Meanwhile, you were as uncomfortable as you had ever felt. Malory had told you coming out tonight would be good for you, help you get out of the funk you were most definitely in. But the truth was, you didn't want to be here, you would rather be anywhere but here.

Mal was popular, so there wasn't a moment where she wasn't introducing you to another person, and socially you were drained. You didn't want to have to tell another person who you were, or that you had transferred over from the states, and you definitely didn't want to tell them why. You spotted a boy with curly red hair making his way towards the two of you, he was cute, with nicely styled Auburn hair, a cute smile, and a generous dusting of freckles on his cheeks.

"Nope!" Mal yelled as she pointed a boney finger out towards him, "turn your ass around Holland Jr. And go find someone else," she told him strictly.

His hands flew up to his chest as though he had been stabbed by her words and he feigned heartache. "Me? What have I ever done to you Malory?" He questioned as he walked up until he was directly in front of the two of you.

He cast you a grin, before turning back to Malory. "I'm serious Harry," she warned, "don't even think about it," she told him with a look that threatened death.

The boy, who's name you had just learned was Harry, nodded at her. "I was just coming to say hi, I've never seen you around before," he turned his attention to you.

"What about the other fifty people you have never seen around before?" Malory asked before you could even respond.

Harry shrugged, "none of them caught my eye quite like her," he told her before turning back towards you.

You had to give it to him, he was good, maybe too good, as though he had done this time and time again.

You smiled politely. "Y/n." You said as you stuck your hand out for him to shake.

He grasped it in his and brought it up to his lips, kissing the skin of your hand gently.

"Harry," he told you, though you had already gathered that.

"Ok, you introduced yourself, now go away. And tell that brother of yours to stay away from me tonight," Mal told him as she gave him a shove back towards a group of guys she had previously told you were the fraternity brothers.

A few to many people and an eternity later, you were standing alone, watching a sea of drunk people dancing like no one was watching. You had lost Mal about a half an hour ago and you weren't entirely sure what you were supposed to do. You wanted to go home, but the problem with that was you weren't sure how to get there or where exactly you were. You were the perfect victim for a predator right now you realized. "You don't look like you're having a good time," a familiar voice said. You turned to see the same curly haired boy from earlier standing beside you.

You shook your head, "my social clock stopped ticking, but I don't know where Mal went," you admitted.

"She and Tom ran off to his room," Harry told you with an apologetic smile.

"Oh," you mumbled as you looked at the ground.

"Are you going to be able to get home without her?" He wondered as he touched your arm.

"I uh, I don't know how to get there from here, and she has the car keys," you admitted, as you cringed at the idea that you were a sitting duck.

"I'll take you home," Harry told you like it was the simplest option.

You shook your head and glanced at his nearly empty cup, "you have been drinking," you pointed out.

He nodded and then chuckled, "I have, and I would never put you in a dangerous position, so I'll walk you," he said, "it's not to far from here, and I am all to familiar with Mal's place from how many times I've had to pick up a hungover Tom there the morning after," he told you as he lead you through the front door of the frat.

You stopped at the stairs and glanced at him unsure. This was a recipe for disaster, not only did you not know this guy, but you also didn't know the area, and your true crime loving brain was screaming at you to stay put and just wait for Mal, but something else was telling you you could trust this guy.

So despite every red flag you followed him down the stairs to the sidewalk. "Is that alcohol?" He asked as he gestured to the cup in your hands.

You nodded at him as you watched him take it from your hands and dump it into the grass beside you. "Don't want you getting in trouble for an open container," he explained.

You nodded and eyed him skeptically. He was handsome, that you could easily admit. And there was something about him. He seemed to have a cocky attitude, but you could see that maybe that wasn't all it was underneath, maybe this boy was as broken and damaged as you were, or maybe he was just a cute boy offering to walk a helpless girl home.

"Thanks for doing this," you said after a few minutes of walking.

He shrugged but smiled, "I'd rather you get home safe than feel partially responsible if anything happened to you," he explained.

"So what's the deal with Mal and -" you trailed off as you tried to remember the name of the boy Mal was most obviously involved with even if they did have real enemies to lovers vibes going on.

"I don't know honesty," Harry admitted, "Tom is- well Tom is Tom, and Him and Mal have some history, but it gets messy when they're together," he chuckled. "She poured milk on his mattress once and dragged it out in the sun so the milk would spoil, he says it's because he didn't take her out, but I have a feeling it was more than that," he told you.

You nodded as you wrapped your arms around yourself the brisk night air nipping at your skin.

"You're cold," Harry said as he slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders.

You couldn't help but giggle.

"Thank you," you said.

You were finally approaching an area you were vaguely familiar with and it eased some of the tension in your bones. That is until you saw the steps leading to your apartment building, and who was sitting on them

"Oh no," you groaned as you went to turn right around and flee, you would wait for Mal at the fraternity you didn't care how long she'd be, anything to avoid what was about to come.

"Y/n! Y/n! Is that you?" Markus called from behind you.

Harry could easily see the tension in your body at the sound of the man's voice. "You want me to tell this guy to kick rocks?" He asked you.

You weren't a confrontational person, in the slightest, you didn't like dealing with problems if they had the possibility of becoming heated. But in this instance, you couldn't take him being here. So you nodded at Harry, thankful he was there with you.

"Hey, how bout you come by another time buddy, she doesn't want to talk right now," Harry called towards where Markus was standing staring at the two of you.

"And who the hell are you?" He demanded stepping forward.

"No one, but the lady doesn't want to talk tonight, so go on and go home, yeah?" Here Harry was, dealing with your problems with no back story or explanation, just the simple fact that he could tell you needed it.

"That's really nice y/n, you ran off and hopped on the first dick you can find, doesn't matter that I'm the only guy you've been with, right. You said it yourself, your lacking experience," he spat in your direction.

Harry recoiled back at the words before shaking them off. "Hey listen mate, just get lost," Harry told him.

At this point Markus had started to get closer to the two of you, only standing a few feet away, you had your face hidden behind Harry, who you were practically using as a human shield. "Yeah?" Markus asked dryly. "So you can go sink your dick in the slut standing behind you? I don't think so,"

The noise of bone crunching, Is a very distinct one, of course followed by a howl of pain.

You jumped back ready to call the cops if Markus had struck Harry, but were surprised to see Markus clutching his nose in pain as Harry shook out the hand he had just used to punch him.

"First off, don't call her a slut," Harry spat, taking a step towards Markus who began backing up, "and second, she doesn't want to see you, so get lost," he finished as Markus grabbed his coat and fled.

You stood staring at Harry with your mouth agape completely unsure at what had just transpired. "I- wha-" you shook your head in disbelief as you glanced over to see Markus' car peeling out of the parking lot.

"Are you ok?" Harry wondered as he looked you over.

"Am I- what? Me? Are you okay?" You stuttered out. You glanced at his hand to see blood and instantly felt guilty. "Your bleeding," you stated.

He looked down at his knuckles and shrugged, "I'll be fine," he assured you.

You shook your head as you told your brain to kick back into action, "come on," you told him as you walked past him and grabbed his uninjured hand. "I have a first aid kit upstairs, and alcohol, because I need a shot," you admitted as you pulled him along.

"I figured you didn't drink," Harry chuckled from behind you.

You glanced back at him with your eyebrows pulled together. "Why would you figure that?"

"You had the same cup all night and you didn't touch it at all," he explained.

You were shocked he had noticed that, he must have been watching you most of the night to even put that together. You nodded as you pulled your keys from your pocket. "I um- I don't like to let my inhabitants down around people I don't know," you admitted.

You unlocked the door and pushed it open and let Harry in before you followed.

First step was a shot.

Second, a first aid kit.

You chose to drink straight from the bottle of peach flavored vodka, the cheap liquid burning all the way down.

"You don't know me," Harry chuckled as he pointed towards the liquor.

You nodded, "well you just punched my shitty ex in the nose without having any explanation of why I didn't want to speak to him. Guess that makes us acquaintances, " you smiled as you rummaged around the cupboards until finding the first aid kit.

"I can work with that," Harry chuckled as he watched you.

If he was being honest, he wasn't one to act with anger, rarely ever getting physical with people other than his brothers, or opposing teams on the field, But something about how sour the word slut had been directed at you made him react without a second thought. He told himself it was for the benefit of the bet, but honestly, he just wanted to protect you from that, and he had no idea why.

"Oh yeah?" You wondered with a grin.

"Mhmm," Harry said, "step up from strangers, and a step closer to friends," he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

"Friends," you chuckled. "right,"

"You're going to need some of those you know, uni is hard enough as is, having people to talk to makes it more barrable," he explained.

You nodded, mulling over the thought of being his friend. "Yeah alright, tell you what, we're friends," you chuckled at him. He smiled wide at you before you interrupted. "On one condition,"

He narrowed his brows at you but nodded. "Shoot,"

"It doesn't go further than that, ever," if there was one thing you were sure of it was that you couldn't take another heartbreak, and Harry.. well he seemed like the perfect boy to break your heart. You had to protect yourself after all, even if you were selling short an opportunity.

Harry's eyes widened as he looked at you. All too aware of the bet with Tom becoming a whole lot more difficult. "Deal y/n, friends and nothing more," he stuck out his hand for you to shake and you rolled your eyes as you grabbed it and pulled it towards you to clean.

"Now let's get this cleaned up," you mumbled as you wet a gauze pad with some rubbing alcohol.

"Aww shit," he hissed as you pressed it to his busted knuckle. "So now since we're friends, what was that guy's deal anyway?" He Wondered as he winced while you proceeded to clean his hand.

"Basic story," you sighed. "Highschool sweetheart, lost my virginity to him, thought it was forever, only to have my heart crushed when my best friend told me that they had been sleeping together for months," you ripped a bandaid open and sealed it over the split in Harry's knuckle noticing a bunch of partially healed cuts and scars along with callouses. "He begged me to forgive him, and explained that I was an idiot if I moved to throw away all the good years we had had over a few months. So I packed a bag, left a note that said I was an idiot and flew to Scotland for two months, then Mal told me she had a room open and I enrolled here for school, picked up and completely upended my life," you explained.

"You're not an idiot," Harry said sternly.

You nodded with a smile, "no I'm not, I just, I know what I'm worth, and it's a whole lot more than that," you grabbed the bottle of vodka again taking a swing before offering it to Harry.

He eyed you for a minute before shrugging and throwing it back. "So what now? You have given up on love all together?" He wondered.

You chuckled before nodding. "Something like that, it's not worth the pain, you know, it feels good for a while, but then to have your heart destroyed," you sighed as you stared at the wall, "no one deserves to feel that, like you weren't enough, or you were just some means to an end," you told him.

Harry cringed at that last statement. He wanted to call Tom and call the whole thing off, there was no way he could go through with this and risk you getting hurt in the crossfire, especially with you being so open with him, this wasn't worth bragging rights, hell it probably wasn't worth anything Tom had to offer. He pulled his phone from his pocket seeing a text from Tom that read 'I expect a full report in the morning lover boy,' and suddenly the idea of throwing the bet out the window went right out the window instead.

Harry would come to regret this moment, and he knew that without a shadow of a doubt. You deserved more than to be part of something so childish without knowing, but his competitive cocky nature made him headstrong, and that, that was his problem.

"So," Harry sighed, sitting back and looking at you. "only guy you have ever been with huh?"

You groaned as you grabbed the bottle of vodka and made your way to the L shaped couch. "Yup, 23 years old and I've only slept with one person, which either makes me extremely sad or extremely lucky," you shrugged as you took another swig of the drink. "Guess it just depends on who you ask. What about you?" You wondered, your attention turned back toward where he was leaning against the counter.

"What about me?" He asked with a grin.

"Come on," you chuckled. "You must get around with a smile and face like that," you teased.

Harry just rolled his eyes before making his way to the couch beside you. "Nothing serious," he admitted. "A few flings, but that's it," he told you.

You nodded, offering him the bottle again which he gladly took.

You spent the next late hours chewing the shit and becoming fast friends. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you that you couldn't deny, but there was no way you would ever act on it.

You yawned as you glanced at the clock on the wall, it was nearly 3 am and between the two of you guys, you had nearly finished the vodka. "We should get some sleep," you mumbled as you let your eyes fall closed.

"We've been friends for only a few hours and we're already having sleepovers?" Harry chuckled as he sprawled out on the couch, his arm draped around your legs. "How scandalous," he mumbled before his breathing got heavy and passed out.

Harry's head pounded as his eyes fluttered open the next morning, to a terrifying sight. Harry gasped as he sat up seeing a very angry Mal standing above him. "I specifically told you no," she warned.

"I didn't do anything," Harry protested, and he was telling the truth, he hadn't done anything, which in and of itself was not like him at all.

"She's not another mark on your bedpost Harry," she told him with a sigh. "She's been through a lot in life and she doesn't need any of the drama that comes along with a Holland,"

Harry looked at Mallory with a serious face before he answered. "We're not all Tom Mal. I just want to be her friend nothing more," the lie felt heavy on his tongue as he said it, but it seemed to be enough for her.

She nodded and then looked at you still fast asleep on the couch. "I'll kill you if you hurt her," she warned.

"I'll hold you to that," Harry said honestly, because suddenly he was worried hurting you just might break him.

You awoke to the smell of something delicious. You pushed up from the couch to find Mal standing at the stove. "Morning you floozy," you chuckled as you stretched your arms above your head.

"I can say the same to you," she giggled as she looked over at you with a funny look.

"What?" You wondered with narrowed eyes, and then last night came flooding back into your mind. You glanced over to the other side of the couch to find it empty.

"He left this morning when I got home," she told you as she turned back to the food she was cooking.

"Oh," you mumbled as you stood up from the couch.

"Y/n, I meant what I said yesterday," she sighed as she turned around to face you again. "The Holland's, they are bad news, and Harry is the worst of them," she told you.

You shook your head. "We're only friends Mal," you assured her.

She nodded, "well Tom and I aren't even that and look what he does to me," she grumbled.

You felt bad. Honestly you did. But you and Harry were only friends, and you had agreed to be nothing more. So what was the danger there?

As soon as Harry had gotten home Tom was all over him. "So?" He wondered.

"What? You think I have a fucking magic dick or something?" Harry scoffed.

"You used your dick then? Noted." Tom chuckled loudly.

Harry was tired, and more than a little irritated. "No actually, I don't have to lead with my dick to get someone to talk to me," he spat at his older brother, before bounding his way up to his room.

"Well maybe if you did this would go faster," Tom chuckled, ignoring Harry's obviously bad attitude.

"Yeah, whatever Tom," Harry grumbled before stripping his clothes off to get in the shower.

"Call it quits if you want mate, I won't judge you none," Tom called through the bathroom door.

Harry should have taken that out, he should have called it quits, because he didn't see an end where this didn't end in a disaster, but he couldn't, he couldn't back out now. "piss off Tom," he called through the door.

The next few days were a blur, between beginning your classes and trying to get a lay of the land you barely had a minute to yourself. You walked out of your creative writing class with the full intention to go home, strip off your clothes, run yourself a nice bath and relax.

"Hey you," you heard from behind you.

You turned to see Harry standing there, with a gym duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Oh Harry, hi," you said.

"I uh- I didn't get your number last weekend," he chuckled before holding out his phone to you. "Hard to get ahold of friends when you don't have a way to contact them," you smiled at him and took the phone from his hand, entering in your number.

"Here you go," you told him.

He looked over the screen and smiled "y/n/n?" He asked.

"My friends get to call me that," you winked before turning to head in the direction of home.

"Hey!" Harry called, running after you. "I was thinking, were having a party this weekend-"

"You live in a frat, aren't there parties every weekend?" You wondered.

"Touche," Harry chuckled. "Anyways, I'm not really feeling up to it and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go somewhere with me?" He asked you.

You stopped dead in your tracks and looked at him. "Go somewhere?" You squeaked.

"Yeah, just two friends hanging out," Harry clarified.

You nodded, his words not really easing the sudden ache in your stomach. "Um, yeah. Yeah that sounds fun," you lied. It did not sound fun, if anything it sounded like a disaster in the making.

"Cool," Harry sighed in relief, "I'll pick you up Saturday morning at 8," and then he was gone.

"8am?" You yelled after him.

"Bright and early sunshine!" He called back before disappearing all together.

Recipe. For. Disaster.

So there you were 7:45 on a Saturday morning debating on what outfit looked the best to spend the day with Harry. You had been texting non stop since you gave him your number, and he had told you to wear something casual that you didn't mind getting dirty.

Mal was nowhere to be found having gone out last night to do something. That something being Tom, you had no doubt about that.

Having no one to ask about your current outfit, you Snapped a picture and sent it to Harry asking him if was ok.

His response was immediate.

H- dare I say you look edible?

Y/n- Harry! You can't say that!

H- ohhh, ok. Then you look perfect y/n/n

H- pulling up now.

H- get your edible ass down here.

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your purse and made your way down to the entrance to your apartment.

Harry was out of the car and standing on the passenger side holding the door open for you as soon as you stepped out. "And they say chivalry is dead," you chuckled as you slid into the seat and buckled yourself.

"Whoever said that has obviously not met any of the Holland's," he teased back.

You let out a laugh before turning to him. "Do you know what is said about 'the Holland's'?" You asked.

He shot you a funny look before you continued, "you boys have a reputation for being bad news, absolute heartbreakers," you told him.

"Woah," he said as he turned onto a road you were unfamiliar with, "I'm very straightforward with all the girls I evolve myself with that they should not fall in love with me,"

You rolled your eyes at that, "it's not always that simple, sometimes it just happens and you can't even pinpoint when," you explained.

He nodded, "I guess I just wouldn't know, never been in love," he admitted.

You felt utter shock wash over you. "Never?!" You demanded.

He shook his head, "can't get your heart broken if you keep it hidden," he said. "Plus I'm a busy guy, between rugby and my classes, not much time or energy to keep a relationship,"

"Harry," you whispered, "that's kind of sad," you looked at him with his full attention on the road ahead of you, he nodded slightly before taking a deep breath.

"It may be, but I haven't had to try and pick up the pieces of my heart because someone else shattered it. If my heart gets broken, I want to blame myself," Harry admitted.

You sighed before sitting back into the car seat and staring out the window wondering where the heck he was taking you.

Eventually, Harry pulled the car off the road and put it in park in front of what seemed to be a giant canal, with an amazing view.

"Where are we?" You wondered as you unbuckled yourself and climbed out of the car.

"This is where I come, when I want to escape," he told you. "Come on, I have something to show you," he stopped at the trunk of his car before pulling out a large bag and then walking forward, grabbing your hand as he passed by.

The walk was short and when he finally stopped walking you were amazed. Underneath a bridge, that had a perfect shield of privacy all while still giving you a full view of the canal and all it had to offer.

"Wow," you said as you sat down on a large rock.

Harry nodded as he watched you take it all in, this was his place, the one he would come to anytime he just couldn't take it anymore and needed a way out. To be sharing it with someone felt so weird, but also right. He hadn't planned to bring you here, having a whole other day planned, but after the constant texts and getting to know you in the past week, he knew he wanted to share this with you.

"It's my favorite place," Harry admitted.

"You probably bring all the girls here," you teased with a smile.

Harry sighed, "actually, I've never bought anyone here," he told you. He rummaged around his bag before pulling out a few waters and handing you one. "I also made you a sandwich in case you get hungry," he told you.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you stared at him. A sudden onset of feelings you were not supposed to be feeling rushing over you. "Thank you," you whispered.

Harry nodded, before sitting next to you. "So," he said after a minute of silence. "Tell me something you have never admitted out loud," he told you.

You chuckled as you thought about it. There were a few options that came to mind, but most that were childish and not worth saying out loud, so you went with the one that had been eating away at you for the last few years. "I don't think I have ever had an orgasm," you admitted, staring ahead.

Harry's eyes flew open in shock at your words as he spit his drink out, effectively covering you in water. "I'm sorry, what?!" Harry demanded as he tried to help you wipe yourself off.

You shrugged, "you know how, like if your going to go to an amusement park, the day before your all excited because you have been hearing about this amazing ride, and you can't wait to ride it, and then you get there, and it's the carousel," you explained. "That's how sex always was for me, and I never have been able to get really into doing it myself," you admitted.

"So you don't know if you have? Or you never have?" Harry wondered.

You sighed as you thought about it. "I don't think I ever have," you laughed as you threw your head back laughing. "How sad is that?" You chuckled.

"Extremely," Harry chuckled before taking a deep breath. "I could uh," he looked over at you. "I could help you," he shrugged.

You felt your mouth drop open at that. Help you? With like… getting off? So you said the only thing that came to your mind. "Help me?" You wondered.

He nodded, "I won't touch you or anything, unless you ask me to, but yeah, I could you know, help I guess,"

"How?" You asked suddenly breathless with the situation at hand.

Harry's eyebrows shot up, "like you want me to show you?" He Wondered.

All you could do was nod. Stupid girly hormones.

Harry took a deep breath before nodding himself. "Just a friend helping a friend," he whispered to himself.

He grabbed your hands as he pulled you from where you were sitting on the rock and began to push you back towards the cement wall. You gasped as your back hit the wall and Harry's body was only a few inches away from you.

"I'm going to hold your hips to help you move," he told you with a husky voice, "but you're going to do all the work, I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, and if you want me to stop, say the word and I will," he explained. You nodded as you stared up into his warm brown eyes, an ache forming in your stomach. "I need you to say the word y/n/n," he whispered.

"Yes," you whispered, Harry kicked your legs apart with one of his before slotting his knee between your legs and pushing his thigh against your core, his hands firmly planted on your hips as he began to help you grind against him.

It was almost pathetic, because in all the times you had had actual sex it never felt as good as this did. You stared into Harry's lust filled eyes wishing he would lean in and kiss you, dear God did you want his lips on yours.

He pulled you against his thigh firmly and you let out a moan as your eyes drifted shut and your head fell back.

"That's it," Harry mumbled as he continued what he was doing. "Just relax and let go," he cooed.

You couldn't help the way his words made you feel, making the whole situation that much better, you felt yourself begin to loose control as your breathing increased and your legs tightened around Harry's thigh.

"Oh fuck," you moaned out as a sudden wave of ecstasy washed over you, and you knew for certain, you most definitely had never had an orgasm before now, and you had just had your first one riding Harry Holland's' thigh.

How. Embarrassing.

As you came down from the high you opened your eyes to see Harry staring at you, his own eyes full of lust and unspoken desires. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he admitted.

You felt yourself become all to aware of his thigh still pressed firmly against you. "Friends helping friends," you chuckled.

Harry nodded as he glanced down to your lips before shaking his head and backing up. "I need to- I need- give me a minute," he told you as he made his way out of sight, walking a little funny with an obvious problem in his pants.

You felt yourself exhale, completely shocked that you had let that happen. That happened.

Holy. Shit.

You shook your limbs as you made your way back to the rocks you had been sitting on before.

You could hear Harry mumbling off on the side he had disappeared off to. "Fucking div," he groaned. "Friends? Friends don't fucking do that. Fuck, friends don't look at you like that," he exhaled loudly before slowly returning.

You watched him as he rounded the rock to sit beside you. He took a deep breath before returning to you. "I have to be honest." He sighed. "I lied to you before," he admitted.

You felt your brows furrow as you looked at him, "about?" You wondered.

"Friends don't usually help friends like that," Harry explained.

You couldn't help the laugh that erupted from your chest. "Well they should," you teased with a smile.

Harry turned away from you with a smile before shaking his head. "So did I help you out? Or no?" He wondered with his bottom lip pinned between his teeth.

"You helped me out tremendously," you giggled.

He nodded before turning away to adjust himself.

"Fuck, tell me we can never do that again, for the sake of our friendship," Harry demanded.

"Ok," you whispered.

"Tell me now y/n, or so help me," he groaned.

"We can't do it again Harry, for the sake of our friendship," you told him with a smirk.

He nodded before looking at you shocked, "you didn't say never," he reminded.

"Didn't I?" You teased.

The next few weeks were spent together. When you weren't at class, you were usually with Harry, whether it be at the frat, your apartment, his practice, or your guys spot upon the canal, you had grown to be inseparable.

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sly-merlin · 3 years

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KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff) angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

words : ~4k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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A/N : this chapter marks the celebration of this blog surpassing 600 followers! thank you so much for all the support! also for minor readers, the sfw versions of nsfw chapters are given at the end of the masterlist so check those properly before reading.

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

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next update: Some day between 5-7 June.

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yan-twst · 4 years

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Hi yan-twst, I'm the one that sent the" dorm leaders going after Crowley's secret child " request. And I know you said choose one, but it was hard to choose one. So I narrowed down my choices to the one that abuse their magic or the one that abuse their power in status. And to be completely honest with you I'm completely ok with choosing between the two.(Like I said before I can't really choose).

context for this ask: the requester wanted a chill and fearless darling that the dorm leaders thought was magicless, but they’re actually Crowley’s child, and eventually grow tired of the boys’ manipulative tendencies so they take away their magic / something important and fly away.

i asked this dear requester to narrow down to one character so i could work with the prompt! and since i’ve been given these options, i’ll choose malleus- since he’d exploit both his magic and status ^^

warnings: general yandere themes, although the darling escapes in the end

It’d started off innocently enough- Malleus had taken interest to the odd, magicless student who’d for some reason been admitted to NRC. Crowley had been insistent that this student was absolutely magicless, skipping the magic mirror and sending straight to the previously abandoned dorm of Ramshackle, where Malleus liked to hang out. Of course, the fae was bound to meet with this newcomer because of this, and overtime, they grew close.

At first they were friends. Malleus hadn’t had many friends before, his life having been quite lonely and isolated, but this magicless student seemed to not fear him. They’d ask if they could touch his horns, to see demonstrations of his magic with a big smile- it drove his heart crazy. He wanted to be close to them, to see their smile... They were the only human- hell, the only creature aside from his entourage, to treat him so... Normally. It wasn’t long before Malleus determined he was in love.

It... was love, right? The tight feeling in his chest, the fluttering in his heart when he was close to them. The burning, acrid jealousy eating away at him when he’d spot his beloved talking to other students during the day; the desire to keep their smile to himself... He was surprised when they accepted his confession one night, when he finally decided it was time. As always, they smiled at him- they said they loved him too- and kissed him. Oh, Malleus hadn’t felt so warm in his life!

But the jealousy, the envy; those acidic emotions still ate away at him. It wasn’t enough to date his darling: their kisses, their hugs, holding their hand- no, it wasn’t enough, not when others didn’t acknowledge they belonged to Malleus. The dark fae would step in between his darling and their friends, cutting conversations short, whisking them away. He’d watch them from afar during classes, and stick around their dorm while they slept. He needed to be close to them, needed to make sure nobody was trying to take them away.

At first, he placed a tracking spell on them while they slept. He felt a bit guilty, doing this without their knowledge- but... How else would he keep them safe? A tracking spell evolved into spying on them with a magic mirror whenever they weren’t in his field of vision, to a charm to be able to hear whatever they said; well... If his magic was so powerful, it wasn’t wrong to use a few weak little spells to make sure his lover was safe, was it...? He knew it was wrong, deep down, but he couldn’t help it. He was a slave to his love.

“... Mal-mal, where am I...?” his darling’s groggy voice asked as they woke up in his bed. All his possessive behaviour had been leading up to this- he stood next to the bed, gazing at them. Finally... He’d snapped. It wasn’t enough to watch and intervene his darling’s interactions: they had to end. With a sleeping curse, he’d snuck them into Diasomnia- where he could keep them safe... Confined.

“Darling,” he said, cupping their cheek as they looked nervously at him. Not scared- his darling was never scared, but... Weary. Those eyes... Oh, he wished they weren’t so wary of him; he longed for the day when they’d gaze at him with love again, instead of being fearful at his actions. “I love you. I love you more than you can comprehend.”

“I- um, I love you too, Mal-mal, but where am I? Seriously?” they said, a bit nervous. They stirred in bed, looking around while Malleus took a seat on the bed to be next to them. “Your room...? Um, how did I get here- Malleus?”

“... I cannot stand it- how all those insolent humans and beasts stare at you. They look at you, touch you... I can’t take it. It’s driving me insane.” said Malleus with a sigh, locking eyes. “You, my dearest child of man... You belong to me. I love you- I cannot... I cannot permit anyone to have you.”

“Malleus, you’re... being weird.” his darling said, scooting away. They looked around nervously- the door was closed, was it locked...? “Let me go to my dorm, it’s late. I don’t want to play around, we have classes-”

“You will not have to worry over classes anymore. You’ll be staying here, where I can take care of you.” Malleus said, his voice making clear it was a statement, and not a suggestion. “I cannot allow you to mingle amongst everyone outside. You- you’re so weak; how can you possibly protect yourself without me by your side, child of man? What if one of those fiends cast a love spell on you? Hurt you with their magic? You’re weaponless in this world, my love, if I am not with you.”

“... Malleus. That’s enough.” his darling said, getting out of the bed. They were in their pyjamas, they noted- they’d been stolen right out their bed... “You- you’ve been getting too weird, and I’ve been trying to ignore it. But... This is my limit; I’m not going to let you keep doing this. I’ve had enough.”

“... You...” for a second, the dark fae looked crestfallen. Of course... Of course this would happen, he thought bitterly. Malleus Draconia is an unwanted beast, a fearful creature. Perhaps he’d been to foolish to think he’d be loved- but... He couldn’t just let his darling walk away. If he was treated like a beast, he’d act like one; he’d keep his hoard of treasures. “... I am not giving you a choice.”

Taking his magic pen out, Malleus cast a sleeping curse- if his darling was going to missbehave, he’d knock them out for a while. He’d been hoping that perhaps they’d at least agree to spend the night, so he could properly lock them in tomorrow, but... Well, he’d work with what he had; with a wave of his wand, he cast the spell on his darling. And they should have fallen asleep then and there- but instead, he watched with wide eyes as they called forth a magic pen of their own and countered his curse. What...?

“That- a magic pen...?” he asked, eyes wide. How- no... His darling, they- they were magicless! How could they do that; and even so, no normal student could ever protect themselves against a spell from him...! “How-?”

“... You’re a fool, Malleus.” his darling frowned, visibly upset. “I loved you- I really did... I thought perhaps people were wrong, that you were a good man, just misunderstood, but- god, you’ve been hexing me and spying on me, and... I tried to ignore it, damnit! I just thought you’d return to normal, but... I won’t take this, Malleus. You are a fucking menace!”

“You- how do you know about the hexes? Weren’t you magicless?” Malleus stared, wide eyed. They’d known all along... He could feel anger welling inside of him. So his darling thought they could play him for a fool...?! Even if they had magic- he was one of the most powerful mages in the land. What hope could they have to stand against him?!

“I did. I didn’t do anything because I’m supposed to be playing the little innocent magicless student- my father wouldn’t be very happy if he knew I blew my cover, but...” his darling sighed, clutching their magic pen. “This is absurd, Malleus. You- you’ve been... Trying to manipulate me, take away my freedom- you’re just a monster!”

“Enough!” Malleus barked, enraged. How dare this human speak this way to him?! He was heartbroken and enraged; all he wanted was their love, their unconditional love... So why was this happening?! He began to cast another spell, but his darling beat him to the punch, summoning a hard gust of wind that nearly knocked Malleus’ pen out of his hand.

“No, enough with you!” they cried, a fizzling sound filling the room. Malleus could recognize it- it was the telltale sound of a transformation spell going out. Soon, he could spot what his darling had been hiding: two large, black wings- almost inklike- sprouted from their back. Black wings, crow wings- could it be...? “Malleus- you’ve tried to take everything from me. I hope you like a taste of your own damn medicine!”

A swish of their pen, and suddenly Malleus was on his knees. No- he was Malleus Draconia, grandson of the great fae Maleficent- how could anyone just do this?! He groaned as a burning feeling spread through his body, the feeling of something being awfully wrong setting off alarms on his head. His magic- he could feel it draining away, like his soul was being ripped. A loud scream fell from his throat, pain coursing through him. Fae and magic were like one; taking it away from him like this, was like tearing off his limbs.

“YOU- WHAT ARE YOU- DOING?!” he barked, gnashing his teeth as he struggled to stand, body in immeasurable pain. For his darling to do this- this level of power, the crow wings... When did Crowley have a child?!

“I’ve drained your magic.” they replied, plainly. “I wish I could do worse- were you human, you’d be left without a drop of magic for months... But knowing your power, you’ll probably begin to get your magic back in a couple days.” said his darling with a scowl. “That’s too bad- you deserve more, but that’s all I can do.”

Turning their back to Malleus, who was still grunting in pain and trying to force his body to stand up- was it to attack them? Hold them back? They didn’t care to find out. Approaching the window, they gazed at the sky; Diasomina’s dorms were so high up, especially their leaders’... Putting a foot on the windowsill and spreading their wings, they spared one last look at Malleus.

He’d been so sweet before- before his obsession and jealousy turned him into the monster people thought he was. And there he stood, barely able to stand in pain, eyes wide with his pupils narrowed into slits as he struggled to stop his darling. They sighed, shaking their head.

“Now you know how it feels to be weak, Malleus.” they said, eyebrows furrowing. And with that, they took off- they’d have to report everything to their father.

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theholycovenantrpg · 3 years

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CONGRATULATIONS, MAL! YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF DAMIEN WARD.

Admin Cas: At long last, our Antichrist is among us! Mal, your application left me totally enamoured by the vicious, wicked, and beautiful creature you placed before us. As you pointed out, Damien is a being of halves — half human, half divine, half animal — and yet, nothing in his life has even been done in halves. You breathed such life into him, made him so much more than his epithet or his Vice. The way you used the Prophecy that still lingers, even as it’s been fulfilled, and injected that into your future plots was just so exciting! And, I have to admit, when you mentioned the way that he tugs at his gloves as a threat, as a flex of his power — well, that just felt so DAMIEN. I can’t wait to see what you’ll do with him, and I’m beyond excited to see what ruin he wreaks on the dash! Please create and send in your account, review the information on our CHECKLIST, and follow everyone on the FOLLOW LIST. Welcome to the Holy Land!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Mal

Age | 25

Personal Pronouns | They/them

Activity Level | I’m a full time student and have other general life obligations, but I’m generally fairly free on the evenings and weekends. In numbers I’d estimate my activity at probably a 6/10.

Timezone | EST

Triggers | REMOVED

How did you find the group? | I came across one of your beautiful promos in the lsrpg tag, if I recall correctly.

Current/Past RP Accounts | Jove

IN CHARACTER

Character | Damien Ward

What drew you to this character? | I had Damien’s bio lingering in the back of my head since I first read it, and then Admin Rosey kindly suggested he and I might be a good fit for one another, and I sunk my teeth in. The image of eight year-old Damien standing over a body with wolves licking blood from his hands stuck in me like a fishhook. He’s half-mortal, half-divine, half-wild creature. I am reminded of classical Greek heroes, defined by transgression, made great and made beautiful by the same things that make him monstrous.

He’s in a position with so much glimmering potential on the horizon. He’s fulfilled his purpose, in a sense, and yet the world remains rebuilt beneath him. Is it enough for it to lift him up as it has? He was not built for times of peace, and here he is living in one. This can only go on so long, and how could I not adore a character surrounded in so much tantalizing possibility?

Also, I am such a sucker for the fascinating family dynamics that surround him. His own mother, who willingly took Lucifer himself into her arms, could not bear the sight of what they’d made together. Damien was made for wild, inky shadows, to be at home among bloody-mouthed beasts. And yet, when hell opened it’s maw to swallow him whole, he found family. An Antichrist who is loved, who might wrestle with his sister like a wolf-pip and turn his face upwards to face the judgement of a mother, and care what she sees. The thought must have been so utterly foreign to Damien as a child, whose mother could not stir a single response from him, for whom he could never find reason to twist his mouth into a smile. And yet he offers Azazel everything she asks for, he listens attentively to his father and learns to craft words of bright silver. It is a remarkable thing, that one could look into Damien’s wild, inky darkness and learn to love him. Perhaps the only thing stranger is that he has learned to love back.

Also, he’s evil and sexy and I love him.

What future plots do you have in mind for the character? |

THE FORTUNATE SON | The family dynamics surrounding Damien are stunning, fire-forged and battle-tested, yet razor thin cracks grow along their obsidian surface. They are bound so tightly together, love each other with terrifying ferocity, yet even the closest of bonds can snap when struck from the right angle. They are all caught up in tantalizing possibility, but the crack most likely to become a fissure runs in a sharp, direct line straight from Damien’s ambition to Judas’.

Damine knows what his pseudo father is: The Great Betrayer. Damien is not blind to the fact that he is a dangerous man to share power with, even an invisible crown. But he took Damien in when he was a hollow and wild thing. The first creature whose eyes Damien found recognition in was a wolf. Judas was the second. Damien has killed with them both. Sons rising up against their fathers is one of the oldest stories in the world. Damien has already lived it, once. In dark, seething moments, he wonders if he may have to live it again. Is Judas, like the wolf, not a creature of his nature? Is placing his trust in his hands not akin to placing his head in the mouth of the beast? And yet... neither has failed him thus far.

(And yet, he thinks with a secret tenderness he knows may curse him, he loves them both.)

I can see either Damien or Judas turning against the other should the right leverage be applied to their deep yet delicate bond. A war between them would be a terror wrought upon the world and upon themselves. Conflict between them would be devastating and delectable, both to the characters and the world around them. It might seem nearly inevitable, two ambitions like theirs poised so keenly for conflict, and yet I just as easily see them united should they find another common enemy. Damien’s sights may turn towards Judas should he find himself unable to resist the ache in his jaw to destroy, yet should he be given something else tantalizing to gnash his teeth against, Damien may always find himself choosing the latter.

SEVEN DEVILS | Outside of his found family, the Vices, each carefully hand-picked for their own strains of terror, are Damien’s closest allies upon this earth. Though even then, loyalty, let alone trust, among demons is a dangerously fickle thing. Even the best of the creatures of hell are a ravenous, power-hungry lot, and Damien is not nearly foolish enough to think none of them might hunger for the power he wields as their self-appointed leader. Raum is the only among them he can truly trust, she who he plucked from obscurity and gave grand purpose, she who is the closest being to him not called family. Yet he chose each of his Vices for a reason, and each of them has unique value to him. I see him trying to craft an individual loyalty with each of them, tethering them all one-by-one to his ambitions.

This is not to say I can’t see him failing in this lofty task, no matter what he might think of his silver-tongue and the bone-chilling power of his mere presence. Damien is perfectly capable of overestimating the power of his own thrall, or of being too caught up in the affairs of his family to hear the whispers passed between them, or countless other faults that may make him vulnerable to those in his inner circle. I would love to explore what may happen should one or more of the vices turn against him, their united front fracturing. Damien believes that he is the one who raised them high, who granted them their lofty titles, and that he has every right to cast them away should they fail him, and I can all too easily see such a move back-firing spectacularly.

The seven of them create a complex web of loyalties, and as much as Damien prefers to think himself the clever spider at its centre, he is just as capable of being caught up in it as any of the others.

LIVING IN THE AFTERMATH | Perhaps more of an internal development than an interpersonal one, but I’m deeply interested in exploring how the events since Lucifer was vanquished continue to affect Damien. He never found a father in the Morningstar. The word family will forever evoke Judas, Abbadon, and Azazel before the woman who birthed him and the man who sired him, but the Devil’s blood still runs in his veins. So much of what he is, as acerbic a thought as it may be, is owed to the circumstances of his birth.

Seizing hell and sending Lucifer careening upward, outcast from the realm he once ruled, was the first step to ridding the Antichrist of his father’s shadow, but it would prove to be far from the last. Three hundred years longer, Damien had to wait with a pernicious, buzzing anxiety, for the last of the Morningstar’s light to finally fade from his eyes, and that too would not bring the end of his influence. Though he did not stand in the way of the search for the bodies of God and his Morningstar, speaking of the affair left his tongue dry and bitter in his mouth. Their time had come and gone. All that was left of them was dust. And besides, if mortal and demonkind so desperately sought what was left of the Morningstar, all they had to do was turn their eyes to his progeny. Lucifer’s blood thrums through his veins, yet they seek his crumbled remains instead? It defies Damien’s understanding.

The Heretics and their precious Sanctus Terra (a name that to this day he can’t help but feel a petty disdain for) only exacerbated his frustration. Going to war with them was delightful, yes, crushing their ranks between his teeth brought a dark kind of satisfaction he hadn’t felt since he’d seized the Morningstar and ripped him from his throne. Damien could have waged war for centuries, never tiring of the taste of mortal blood, of flexing his power against their generals. But too many others were not so inclined - and it was with disdain (and a fair bit of pressure from those around him) that he agreed to set the war aside to establish the Holy Land. His beloved Azazel being made Moon - though were it up to him, he’d have given her the whole piece of land to her to do with what she pleased - at least served as something of a consolation prize. Even on this so-called neutral ground, the power of his family has made itself known and respected.

Still, his resentment for the place has not entirely faded, and while he’s willing to at least tolerate most of what it has to offer, some of its residents make that ire come bubbling up to the surface. Namely, Estienne, who in all their lofty arrogance and sly demeanour has come to be emblematic of everything Damien hates about the place. Estienne is but a pale imitation, thinking a touch of plague-given divinity makes them his equal, who seems to seek a dynasty with his own sister not unlike the one Damien has with his. It’s petty, Damien’s disdain, yet powerful. I see Estienne managing to push all of Damien’s buttons, and as much as Damien would like to forget about them entirely, they remain a thorn in his side, with more influence over him than he would ever care to admit.

CUT FROM THE CLOTH OF FATE | Damien was born swathed in prophecy. Destiny’s shadow has hung over him and lingered behind him for the entirety of his existence. The Antichrist, born to eat the world. And he’s done it, hasn’t he? He has torn the Morningstar from his throne and bit out his throat, he has brought Hell itself to the surface of the earth. Civilizations have fallen to his wrath, cities crumbled under his touch, the world as it was once known torn to pieces and turned to dust. Yet what is destruction wrought when revival follows it like a shadow?

I see Damien at something of a crossroads. In one sense, his prophecy is fulfilled; he took the world between his teeth and crushed an age to it’s bitter end. Half the world is his in all but name (though Judas’ shadow lurks around every corner, he too crafting himself an invisible throne), but contentedness can not and will not come easily to Damien. Something stirs within him, something yet to be named, perhaps even recognized, but its roots have already taken root in the core of him. Restlessness stirs in his hounds, power festering from underuse, and a quiet, dull ache grows in the set of his jaw. He was made to destroy, not to rule, but he cannot deny that there is something delectable about the word ‘king’.

I see him in quiet, solitary moments turning the prophecy over in his mind. What is one meant to do, once he’s swallowed the world? There are moments he regrets letting it regrow so quickly, giving him so little time to bask in the ruination of his making, and there are moments when he wonders if his prophecy remains unfulfilled, still dark and beckoning. Every moment spent with Nerissa pulls it from him, makes his hands itch to rip off his gloves and feel ruin blossom under his touch once more, this time with no rebirth to follow. There are times still, when he thinks he ought to tear apart the prophecy itself with his teeth, render it as meaningless and obsolete as the ashes of the Old Testament. His father was a king. Perhaps it is time to claim a different kind of birthright.

I can see Damien turning his sights on The Holy Land and Caelum (and maybe - if those lands have somehow fallen to his wrath - Infernum itself) hungry for destruction at whatever cost it may come. Just as easily, I can see him looking to his invisible throne and the crown of shadows growing on his brow, and decide that it is time to make them something more tangible. I’m not sure Damien himself knows exactly what he wants, but I know it would be utterly delightful to see which direction the story and the other characters may push him in, and find out.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Yes. But if Damien is going down, he is going down in one hell of a blaze of glory.

IN DEPTH

Driving Character Motivation | The dark, beautiful thing about Damien is that if he were asked this question, I’m not sure he could give you a solid answer. Oh of course he wouldn’t say as much, his lips would twist up in something not quite a smile, and from his tongue he’d create something lovely and argent, perhaps ask what the earthquake’s driving motivation is to turn a city to dust, or what drives a pack of wolves to tear the stag limb from limb. It would be long after his shadow had ceased to fall upon you, after your bones had warmed from his chill, that you would realize he answered only with questions. That is, if he answered at all, and did not instead slit your throat for the presumption.

Damien is, above all else, inevitable. The trajectory of his life has forever been defined by what he is more than who. The line between them blurs beyond recognition. Damien is a force of nature, a wild animal, and a fatherless son all in the same breath. He is a creature of ferocious instinct, who knew that he thirsted for the sweet, metallic taste of blood long before he knew why.

All this is to say, Damien’s motivation is a fractured thing. One might call the thing driving his heart to beat and his hands to rend destiny or instinct or hunger, but in a word, I would call it ambition. Damien was born with grand purpose, with a dark, insatiable thirst. He was going to kill the world. Now he’s done just that, in a sense, chewed up the old world and spit it back out, only to watch his pseudo-father carefully tend to the remains. Something new has blossomed from Damien’s destruction and perhaps, were he anyone else, that would be enough.

Which path to carve forward remains unknown, even to Damien himself, but one thing remains certain: this is not where his story ends. He did not overthrow the Morningstar to live an idle eternity, to bask in even the chaotic peace of Infernum. He balances on the line between ‘prince’ and ‘king’ and yet is permitted to openly call himself neither. He looks to the north and sees wide swathes of earth that do not yet know his destructive trust. All the while, something inside him grows, inky shadows spreading where he stands. So many highs he has yet to reach, so many ways to wield his power against the world.

What does Damien want? The answer swirls like a storm building inside him, shapeless and impatient. If he really must name it, I believe he would choose a singular, all-encompassing word: MORE.

Character Traits |

Vicious: Full of vice. Is there a word that more completely sums up all that the Antichrist is? The word may conjure the traditional vices, but it is also a word for the wild, fierce cruelty Damien is capable of embodying so completely. He is vicious in that he is wicked, but also in that if he proclaimed he was raised by wolves one might believe him. Damien is a sharp, dangerous thing, and he bears each vice with pride, but none more than his self-appointed title: wrath.

Volatile: In certain environments, such as his childhood, one could be easily be mistaken in thinking the Antichrist scarce feels anything at all, cold and distant as he might be. The truth is something else entirely. It might not show on his face until the ice inside him has whirled into a blizzard, but without his gloves Damien’s power would act on its own accord. Damien feels deeply, quickly, and to those who know him well enough can seem almost childish in the changes of his mood. Especially now, when the path before him is so unclear, and Damien finds himself all but itching for his next direction.

Aloof: Cold is the first word that many think of when they encounter Damien. He walks into a room like the winter chill blowing in. And how fitting it is, that the distant, aloof child of the Morningstar could make even the fires of hell seem cold. Damien is a singular creature; he prefers to stand apart from most (with few exceptions made, for family and to an extent, the Vices). And how could he not, the only half-demon known to walk the Earth?

Eloquent: Damien came of age under the wing of Judas, the silver-tongued betrayer. He has learned to weave words from the best teacher one could desire. Yet, the Antichrist himself is not a creature of lies by his nature. He may employ them should they be needed, but Damien prefers those who look upon him to know exactly who he is. He barely spoke a word the first eight years of his life, silent as a shadow. Now, every word is chosen carefully, the beauty of his words a sharp contrast between the dread he invokes.

Passionate: How irritating he finds it, that language so often describes passion as a fire. Damien is a creature of ice and shadow. Passion, for Damien, is a blizzard, whiting-out everything in its path, a glacier, slow-moving and unstoppable, or the nocturnal beasts coming out of hiding at the fall of night, inevitable as it is fearsome. When Damien cares, he cares deeply, and with terrifying ferocity.

Dauntless: What does the Antichrist know of fear? Damien has never met an obstacle he did not hesitate to rise to meet, not even the Devil himself. As a child he looked down into the fiery mouth of hell and he found himself a home in its fires. Damien is bold, welcoming a challenge, particularly in battle, and does not do well with idleness.

In-Character Para Sample |

There’s something wonderfully fascinating about watching the effects of his presence before the affected even knows Damien lingers close by. Even creatures of hell can react like prey animals under the unseen gaze of a wolf, a mysterious chill creeping up their spines, hairs standing on end as they twist their necks in search of the source of their unease. The corner of Damien’s mouth ticks upward at the sight. It’s a rare thing in these languid days of peace, that he gets a chance to flex this particular muscle, lingering in the shadows of Infernum’s ever-ostentatious decor in a dark corner of a busy room. It will not last, the effect of Damien’s presence can only go unnoticed for so long. Sooner or later, the cold will seep deeply enough into someone’s skin to dismiss as a figment of imagination, and he will be given away. He’s only managed to escape notice so far because slipped in from a side-door, treading quickly and silently, and took a vantage point half-covered by a heavy velvet curtain, and, far more significantly, because the room’s attention is fixed on none other than Judas himself.

It’s a rare gift that Damien’s pseudo-father possesses, that silver-tongued charm that makes one believe that no matter what you may have heard about ‘The Great Betrayer,’ this time, you can trust him. Damien understands the mechanics of it, taught from Judas himself, exactly how to weave your phrases, the rise and fall that leaves a room full of creatures as wild as demons hanging on every word. Still, he has so few moments where he gets to watch Judas in his element while unobserved himself, watching with a hint of fondness as he sways opinions word by word. Typically, he would delegate one of the Vices, or perhaps someone below them, depending on the importance of matters, to keep an eye on his parental figure in his stead. Like Judas before him, Damien calls attention to himself by simply walking into a room. The dynasty that Judas, Abbadon, Azazel, and himself have carved out for themselves may not call themselves royalty, but the subjects of Infernum address them as if they wore crowns and carried sceptres all the same. Their power - much like what Judas displays now - is nameless, but it is palpable.

As much as he enjoys the light thrill of watching from the shadows as Judas works his political machinations, he did not come here just to watch. No, Damien has matters to discuss with his father of sorts, but the opportunity to glimpse him working his schemes unnoticed is not something he was about to turn down, even if the moment might be brief. Unfortunately, there’s nothing especially interesting about the conversation, mere political minutiae Damien rarely has the patience for. Judas reaches a pause and Damien watches a nearby demon shift uncomfortably on her feet, and Damien’s time to linger has come to an end.

“Judas,” he says, stepping out of his shadow-y corner. He cannot pretend it doesn’t bring him some satisfaction, the way the energy of the room so instantly changes. Eyes flit between Judas and himself, unsure where this goes next. There are precious few, who could get away with such an interruption, Damien one of them. He could wait, but why would he? He, too, wears an invisible crown. He, too, demands the attention of all that look upon. Sometimes, he thinks Judas ought to remember that fact. “My apologies for the interruption,” he says coolly. His expression betrays nothing, Judas likely the only person in the room who realizes that Damien has nothing especially urgent to say. Still, the room has come to a standstill, everyone else willing to wait on their two kings. Damien stands still as a sculpture, and watches with silent satisfaction the entire room stills with him, letting the long moment pass.

“A moment of your time?”

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Headcanons |

Though he adores the infernal terror of Azazel’s hellhounds, Damien has his own hunting dogs - a pack of wild wolves that came to him almost unbidden. He dotes on them, a reminder of the first wild creatures whose eyes he ever saw himself reflected in, but they are from domesticated. Though they may seem docile under Damien’s touch - lounging at the foot of his imaginary throne - but they are wild, vicious things, far quicker to show their anger than their master. The first sign of Damien’s displeasure is often not a hint in his body language, or even a look in his eye, but the low growl of the wolves at his side.

Serpents and birds of prey flock to Damien as hell, seeming to crawl out of the woodwork when he’s around. He’s open to their presence, but doesn’t dote on him the way he does his wolves. Still, it isn’t unheard of to see Damien with a hawk perched on his shoulder, or with some venomous snake casually curling itself around his ankle.

Usually, Damien doesn’t mind his lack of wings. It sets him apart from his demonic kin, a reminder to everyone around him that even in the realm of Infernum, he is something else, otherworldly no matter where he might make his abode. That only changes when - for whatever reason - he is in need of fast transport, and must rely on some other demon’s wings. He will not, under any circumstance, admit this out loud, and does what he must with all the animalistic grace that eternally characterizes his movement, but it is - to be frank - rather embarrassing.

Sometimes, as a threat, Damien will tug on the fingers of his gloves.

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blazerina · 4 years

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A/N: I’ve got Mal on my mind these days and this little scene came to me. Can’t wait to see what Blades as in store for us tomorrow…but until then, enjoy this fic! xoxo

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Mal crept into Raine’s room without making a sound. He was incredibly proud of himself and desperately wanted to announce how adept he was at figuring out how to make his way into any room at any time, but he bit the inside of his cheek instead, knowing he needed to remain quiet. He had great plans for this morning before the group departed on yet another journey.

It wasn’t lost on him how ironic it was that only a few weeks ago he was stealing physical objects like gold, weapons and sometimes food, yet now he was focused more on stealing moments alone with a certain young woman’s heart. He had never pictured himself to be one so easily be smitten. But somehow he found himself here, before the break of dawn, sneaking into her room hoping to steal her away for a secret adventure meant only for the two of them to share.

The room was dark, but he was skilled enough to make his way through without issue. As he approached the bed, he made note of how fast his heart was beating within his chest.

“Good morning, kit.” Mal let the words roll off his tongue in a soft whisper as he leaned in closer to the lump in the bed.

He waited a few moments before speaking again.

“I know it’s early, but I have a surprise for you…” he was hoping she was as excited to be spending time with him as he was with her.

However, the longer the silence continued, the more worried he became.

“Unless that surprise is mead or some kind of food, you’d better be on your way, lover boy.”

Threep’s head popped out of the blankets covering the bed, a sly grin on his face.

“She’s gone.” He yawned, stretching his limbs above his head.

Looking at Mal, Threep began to giggle uncontrollably, sitting up a little more. He used a paw to wipe away a few straggling tears from his eyes as they began to water from laughing so hard.

“Oh! If you could only…see your…face…” He continued, now in a full-on fit of laughter as Mal stiffened.

“Curses! You mongrel-hybrid, good-for-nothing…” he muttered, walking towards the door.

“Have a good laugh, we’ll see who’s enjoying life once they’re stuffed in a bag for hours on end.”

With that he slammed the door, a little too loud for this early in the morning and made his way straight outside.

Mal could not help but be disappointed. He had a grand plan, and already the day was not cooperating. Perhaps he should have told her about this adventure the night before, he scolded himself. Feeling dejected and down-trodden, Mal continued on the path he had found by accident the day before.

As the path wound its way up a small hill to a beautiful lookout spot surrounded by rocks and greenery, he sighed. Keeping his head down, he kicked a few small stones out of the way and ran his boots along the edge of the path, through the dirt. It was still dark as the sun had not yet risen. He didn’t know how much time he had left before dawn would break.

“I’m probably better off on my own anyway…” he said out loud, deciding to look out over the vast countryside.

Mal knew this would be a beautiful place to watch the sunrise and he had attempted to share it with only one other person, but now just like everyone else in his life, she was gone.

“Well that was an awfully dramatic thing to say.” Her voice called out from behind a tree.

“Raine?” Mal asked, turning around as if he were on a swivel.

“What are you doing here?” They both asked each other at the same time.

Mal’s face lit up at the sight of her, and she responded accordingly, smiling broadly back at him.

“I actually was going to see if you…uh…” suddenly he was nervous. Scratching the back of his head and now finding himself unable to make eye contact with her, he stumbled over what he was trying to say.

“Isn’t this place magical? No pun intended.” Raine rolled her eyes, knowing that Mal was about to call her on it.

“I found it the other day when I needed a moment to myself, and I knew I just had to come up here to watch the sunrise.”

She was spinning around in the early light of daybreak like some sort of princess in a fairytale.

Mal stepped back, a little surprised. “Are you okay?” He asked, arching his scarred eyebrow.

“I’m great! Never been better.” And just like that, she was the one who now seemed nervous.

“You do know that I am extremely experienced at reading people, right? You’re not acting normal. What’s going on?”

Raine bit her lip and sighed deeply.

“I knew that you wanted to bring me up here and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it so I decided to get up early so you couldn’t come get me and now I’m here and you’re here and it’s awkward.”

She winced as those words spilled out of her mouth all in one breath.

“What?!” Mal pretended to be incredibly shocked, trying to bring a little levity to the situation. His hand on his chest, his mouth hanging open.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not awkward, kit! There’s nothing awkward at all about two friends, sneaking off together in the dark, to a secluded and incredibly romantic spot, if I do say so myself, to watch the sunrise!” Mal moved closer to her as she turned to face him.

“Mal. Please. Be serious.” Raine asked him, honestly.

He was about to protest and say something else slightly humorous, but he closed his mouth and listened intently.

“I found this spot and saw your boot tracks. So I knew that you’d been here…and then I overheard you telling Tyril that you had a plan to spoil me today…I got nervous and tried to take control…and I would just hate it so much if I hurt you…”

She seemed genuinely concerned and reached out to him, brushing a stray curl of hair from his forehead.

He reached out to her too, taking both of her hands in his, looking her in the eyes. When he held her gaze like this, he was reminded of just how far he had fallen for her. He swore to the gods he could get lost in her blue-green eyes forever and that he didn’t care if he never saw another mug of ale, barrel of mead or pouch full of gold for as long as he lived, as long as he had Raine by his side.

“I am so proud of you.” He beamed, his chest swelling with happiness.

“You tracked my footprints to find out I’d been here and hid in the shadows to listen to my conversation with elf-boy?” Mal smirked, knowing that he was needling her in the best of ways.

Raine didn’t respond, but looked up at him from beneath her dark, thick lashes.

“Look, kit, it’s always okay to be honest with me. You know that right?” Mal still held her hands in his as their faces got closer and closer together. His voice still barely above a whisper.

“I may not be an honest man by trade, but I expect honestly out of the people I lo—” he stopped himself.

Raine’s eyes grew wide, a smile spreading across her face. It quickly faded as she tried to keep her composure, while a small blush crept across her neck and cheeks.

Mal cleared his throat in an unexpectedly loud manner, and continued.

“Look, the point is, you can tell me anything and the last thing I ever want to do is make you uncomfortable. I guess…and this is hard for me to admit…” he exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

“Maybe I misread you, I could have gotten the signs all wrong…” he trailed off and shrugged his shoulders, returning his gaze to her eyes once again.

An uncomfortable silence fell over them both, still holding hands, still looking at each other. Neither one wanted to be the first to look away. Mal was almost daring her to speak, using only his eyes.

“You didn’t…I’m just…” Raine swallowed hard, working up the courage to finish her sentence.

“…scared.”

“Scared? A strong, bold, powerful warrior like you, scared?” Mal tipped her chin up to him as she had looked away upon admitting her vulnerability.

“Hey! You missed an adjective there. You didn’t say beautiful?” Raine said confidently, looking him right in the eye.

Mal was about to interject when beams broke through the low-laying clouds and sunlight covered the hilltop where they both were standing. It was a glorious site, one that took the breath out of both of their lungs.

“Mal! We missed it!! We missed the whole sunrise because of me…and my ramblings…and my stupid insecurities...” Raine was whining, still feeling awful.

She had turned to look at the scene in front of them but Mal’s eyes were still fixed on her.

“I don’t know what you’re taking about, kit. I didn’t miss anything.” He said, almost breathless.

“I set out this morning on a quest to find a gorgeous view, and I’ve found one.

Right here.”

#blazerina bables #mal x mc #mc x mal #mal volari #mal gals unite #think mal gals will ever catch on?#me either #worth a shot #mal gal pals #haha

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edda-blattfe · 4 years

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Hello, the dorm leaders reacting to Coco and Finding Nemo please ? Ps: I really love the way you write the characters.

You really wanna see those boys cry, huh? Sorry it took so long to answer, had to find time to sit and rewatch both of these masterpieces. Hope y’all enjoy!

Finding Nemo

- Azul takes a personal interest in the marine life displayed in the film. Occasionally slips some fun facts in about the different kinds of fish and oceanic biomes. Nerd. Gets all of the fish jokes.

- Not even five minutes into the film and Kalim is already tearing up because MARLIN LOST EVERYTHING EXCEPT HIS LIL BABY AND OH MY GOD WHY WOULD YOU START A MOVIE THIS WAY?!?! Everyone else is shaken, and oddly impressed by the writers’ bold choice.

- Marlin: *is being an ass, telling Nemo there are things he just can’t do*

Nemo: I hate you.

Leona: Oof, shots fired!

- *Nemo gets kidnapped*

Idia: This is why you should never leave home...

- *Dory is introduced*

Riddle: Short-term memory loss?

Azul: It’s like those times when you walk into a room but forget what your going for, except all the time.

Kalim: Do I have short term memory loss?

Vil: No.

- Azul: *narrows eyes at the first scene with the aquarium scene* Is this a representation of how living in the confines of a small enclosure without enrichment deprives animals of their basic social needs, thus leading to these mentally unstable fish?

Leona: They’re crazy fish! It’s funny! Stop over analyzing everything and watch the god damn movie!

- *Darla pic appears*

Vil: *shudders* Are they sure that little gremlin didn’t eat the fish after shaking it to death?

- *scene when Marlin watches the baby sea turtle get back to the current on his own*

Malleus: Children have got to be free to live their own lives.

Vil: Did you just quote from “The Little Mermaid”?!

- Kalim and Riddle are literally screaming when Marlin thinks Nemo is dead and have pillows clutched to their chest. Then papa clownfish leaves Dory after she literally told him that he helped her remember stuff and she didn’t want to forget anymore and they were freaking sobbing! After the second time Nemo nearly died the two of them needed to rehydrate.

- Idia likes the “just keep swimming” ditty. Hopefully Ortho will learn it and sing it to him whenever big brother starts stressing out.

Coco

- Miguel: “Sometimes I think I’m cursed.”

Malleus, Idia, and Leona: Same.

- They all have mad respect for Mama Imelda. Man left her, but did she cry and lose hope? Nope! She worked her ass off and established a family business focused on shoe making, of all things! She could stand to loosen up when it comes to music tho...

- The focus on Dia de Los Muertos in the film really gets Idia’s attention. It’s nice to see a culture that honors the dead instead of fear them, as many do, especially in such a beautifully bright way!

- *Abuela smashes guitar*

Azul: *gasps in horror* How could she?!

Malleus: Not even the original villains were that cruel!

Leona: I don’t know, Triton was pretty bad too, if I recall.

- *Miguel enters the spirit world*

Leona: *whispers* I see dead people.

- Kalim loves the close relationship Miguel has with his family, even the ones who’ve passed on. It kinda reminds him of home, you know, in that bittersweet way. He’s probably gonna be a little homesick after this.

- Leona, on the other hand, thinks Miguel needs to cut ties with the fam and strike out on his own. If they won’t support his dreams why stick around, right?

- Mama Imelda: “ That devil box tells you nothing but lies! *proceeds to beat computer with boot*”

Idia: Hey Mal, it’s you!

Malleus: *unamused*

- Vil is amazed by all of the detail the animators put into every single scene. It’s such a stark contrast to their earlier works, you can really see the refinement of their skills. Pretty boy just really appreciates the hard work that led to the completion of this beautiful film.

- You know that scene when Hector’s friend has his final death as the moon shone across the water, and Hector played him a song for the last time? Yeah, no one is forgetting that scene anytime soon.

- Riddle is the one who really gets into the music, something about the tune gets straight to his heart. Heartlabyul better be prepared to have mariachi music playing for the next month.

- Hector: *big reveal about how De la Cruz stole his songs*

Everyone: *gasps*

Azul: Does that mean that Hector could be Miguel’s great grandfather?

Everyone else: 😶

- No one expected that twist!

- Leona: That makes way more sense than his great grandfather running out on Imelda. Who could leave such a nice peace of-

Idia: *jumps out of emo corner* Respect the dead, you thirsty hoe!

Leona: 0_0

- *they finally figure out that Hector and Miguel are related*

Azul: Knew it!

Riddle: Stop spoiling the movie!

- I don’t care how hard your heart is, there isn’t a soul alive who doesn’t tear up when Hector sings “Remember Me” to his baby girl, and these kids are no exception! Kalim is clutching to a pillow while Riddle is holding onto his arm, balling their eyes out. Vil is dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief. Leona had buried himself into the couch cushions so no one could see that he has a soul. Idia is hidden in his hoody. Meanwhile, Azul and Malleus simply sit there misty eyed.

- *Mama Coco remembers her papa*

Everyone: *sobbing*

- Kalim: *with snot running down his face and tears streaming down his cheeks* Ma-*hiccup*-ma Coco got to see her papa again and Hector got to live and they’re all so happy! *ugly crying*.

Vil: Don’t get that on the carpets..ugh, here *hands a handkerchief*

Kalim: Thanks...

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #ask #finding nemo #coco

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Purely because I can and because no one can stop me, the Diamond AU version of this post...

Sans (Undertale): Blue Diamond’s court is very relaxed and casual. Not many stand on ceremony and there’s a lot of free-floating Pearls and Sea Glass that don’t particularly belong to anyone and are just sort of snagged by whoever needs them and then dismissed when they’re done. You’re one such Sea Glass, plucked up at random by a bored Blue and told to do...whatever it is you do best, just go for it. You’re almost frozen by nerves for a moment, but you do your best to get over it and perform your talent for your Diamond...who promptly falls asleep. You spend a solid week thinking yourself a boring failure and awaiting a dismissive shattering, but the next time Blue Diamond picks out a gem to entertain him, he chooses you again. On purpose. Apparently, you’re not boring, you’re lulling, and there’s nothing your Diamond loves more than sleeping. You guess...you’ll take it???

Papyrus (Undertale): You’re at a gala hosted by the illustrious Orange Diamond... or at least, you’re supposed to be. It’s the first ever party he’s thrown and no one’s quite sure how to act, what to do, how much fun, precisely, is allowed to be had... Even the highest ranking aristocratic gems are uncertain wallflowers, to say nothing of the servants like you who have so much more to lose by accidentally offending. Orange Diamond doesn’t look particularly pleased by the hesitance either, though, or the feedback-loop of anxiety that seems to be causing in everyone else. You suppose it’s chance that in a sweep of the room, it’s your eyes he meets. He marches straight to you, his physical form lighting up and beginning to change, shrinking around his gem, and by the time he reaches you said gem fills up his entire rib-cage but he’s your size...holding a gentlemanly hand out to you and asking if you’d care to dance. You can’t possibly refuse-- and seeing a Diamond dance with a simple Sea Glass certainly sets a standard of what’s ‘allowed’ at one of Orange’s balls. It may be your first dance, but it’s far from the last.

Sky (Underswap Sans): Yellow Diamond is always so busy, poring over budgets and reports and communications from all the other Diamonds, answering all kinds of questions, figuring out what to do and how the best way to do it is... It’s complicated stuff, lots of moving pieces, but he stays on top of it, for the bright future of the Empire! He has Pearls to assist with the minutiae anyway, plus fellow Diamonds to consult for the big stuff and he figures that’s probably about all he needs. He’s not sure how to take it, though, when a gem in a mostly unnoticed menagerie pipes up one day, unprompted, that he looks tired. You certainly have his attention when you say as much and you only double down when he picks you up to see you better. As a Sea Glass, you insist, you have a good sense for these things-- when’s the last time he took a break? Well, he................ Huh. You’ve got him there and as soon as he realizes it, he starts to laugh. Yellow Diamond is a straight-shooter who appreciates your brand of frankness and he thinks that maybe you’re the kind of gem he ought to keep around...? He’s been looking for an excuse--any excuse-- to go visit some more of Homeworld’s gardens and arboretums and you may be just the little enabler he’s been looking for!

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): As far as Diamonds’ niches go, Green Diamond’s isn’t necessarily a glamorous one, but it’s one he’s proud of. Gems need working warp pads and well-maintained spires, after all, and maybe most in his position wouldn’t actually go check on the status of repairs personally, but... Well, even he wants to get up off his rear-end occasionally, and he finds it reminds the people that he’s around and invested, which is always good to do. He’s only cursorily looking things over on one such visit, half-listening to the Peridot reporting to him on the status of repairs when a much louder voice pulls his already distracted attention elsewhere... to you, a poor, frightened looking Sea Glass getting screamed at by your Malachite. He can’t quite figure out, from all the yelling, what it is you were supposed to have done wrong, but the longer he listens, the less he cares. Your Malachite looks utterly horrified when he makes his way over and they start apologizing profusely for the unseemly display, but he’s never been big on the whole punishment thing. He’d rather just...right the wrong. For you, that means being plucked up by a Diamond and settled on his shoulder, casual as anything as he announces, “this one’s mine, i’m takin’ ‘em.” So... you guess that makes you... Green Diamond’s now??? This is...probably going to take awhile to process...

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Red Diamond doesn’t have much of an entourage when it comes to non-combat-specialized gems. He’s always refused Pearls and cited the rough and tumble nature of fighting on the front lines to expand the empire as the reason he won’t even keep a harem of Sea Glass for entertainment. One Sea Glass is more than enough for him and that’s you, your Diamond’s tiny treasured favorite. You are utterly spoiled for your gem type and you know it, spending most of your days lounging on the small army of pillows he’s amassed around you to keep you safe, even if you should somehow poof. It would be easy to write yourself off as his pet... if you hadn’t seen firsthand how attentively he watches you when you perform for him, or the way he only really relaxes when he’s alone with you, stroking your back or telling you jokes or asking you to glow for him. As crazy as it seems, you’re pretty sure that Red Diamond’s heart is truly yours... and maybe someday, you’ll actually work up the courage to ask him if that’s true.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Black Diamond has many Sea Glass and a handful of Pearls to attend him. You’re among their number and you’ve started to notice something. Something... upsetting. In public, all his other servants and entertainers seem to have free rein when it comes to his person-- they’re allowed to stand by his feet, to hop into his open palm, even to perch up on his shoulder! But not you. Whenever he sees you, you’re promptly picked up and held like a doll in his closed fist, forbidden to roam about or stand where you choose and you have no idea what that means. Does he...not trust you? Does he think you’re the type to run away? You certainly can’t do much to entertain, held like that, so does he...not want you to perform where others can see? Are you an embarrassment?! You spend a lot of time fretting about this, worrying yourself to be inadequate, before you finally understand it. Black Diamond’s brought you to a war meeting, holding you in his gently closed fist as always, and you watch a fusion of quartzes-- enough to be more than half the height of your Diamond himself--run in with urgent news. Carelessly, they run into a Sea Glass and you flinch to see the poor gem poof and then shatter under their feet... and when her owner starts to squawk in outrage, Black Diamond’s hand squeezes around you. “THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU LEAVE PRECIOUS THINGS OUT TO BE TRAMPLED,” he says to quiet the other gem before demanding the update from the quartz. The war meeting continues on all around you, but protected there in your Diamond’s grip, his thumb idly stroking your hair... you start to feel warm.

Mal (Swapfell Sans): The gem who made you is not your master. You don’t know that you’d want the Ametrine with wild and unpleasant mood swings to be your master, but you also don’t particularly love your situation because you’re meant to be a gift for the luminous Purple Diamond...a gem who’s never once taken a Sea Glass and who only begrudgingly allows an assistant Pearl. The Ametrine seems confident that you’re well-made enough to be an exception, something that will win her a Diamond’s favor, but when the moment comes that you’re to be handed over... Purple Diamond hardly seems impressed with you. You kind of want to run and hide as he stares you down and the Ametrine just keeps talking about what a good gift you’ll be and how much you’ll enrich his life and you really just want her to shut up, but she won’t and you are genuinely starting to fear for your future at this point. And then Purple Diamond’s Pearl speaks up, saying... well, all manner of unkind things about you and how you’re unnecessary, just a knockoff, bootleg Pearl that is obviously not needed in the presence of the real thing. Apparently, this is your saving grace: as you come to find out later, Purple Diamond isn’t all that fond of his Pearl--mostly because he hates to be spoken for--and nothing in that moment made you quite so appealing as the opportunity to be contrary. He reaches down, offering his hand for you to step into as his Pearl sputters and protests and just like that, you are a Diamond’s Sea Glass, exactly as planned. ...You wonder how it’s going to pan out.

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): You never expected to end up alone, on a colony-in-progress, standing over Violet Diamond’s gem. The organics were supposed to have been driven off and no one had thought they had the power to dissipate a quartz’s body, much less a Diamond’s. The rest of the entourage had already scattered, not wanting to stay and find out what these lifeforms could do to lesser gems if they could take down the most powerful among them. The Sea Glass like you, you could understand, but the soldiers and guards you cursed out vigorously for leaving you here alone, with organics closing in on you. You...probably should’ve run with the rest, but... Violet Diamond was always kind to you, holding you carefully and letting you rest in the hood of his cloak and showing you interesting and usually fuzzy things from each new world he explored... Those fond memories wouldn’t let you leave him defenseless, and even though you’re only one fragile Sea Glass, you find the strength somewhere in your gem to summon something to defend yourself with. Luck is on your side and you don’t have to fight for long, Purple Diamond and a whole host of troops arriving to drive back the little rebellion and all you can do is stand there shaking and clutching your rudimentary weapon. Violet Diamond reforms quickly and when Purple tells him what you did, he looks at you with...the softest and most sincere smile you’ve ever seen. “guess i know who my real friends are, huh?” he muses, scooping you up into his hand. It takes a lot of shushing and soothing before you can calm down, but he gets you there. You feel like there’s been a shift in your relationship, though...and it feels like a good one.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): You’re the first-- the prototype for a new kind of gem, a Sea Glass. You’ve gone through all the preliminary analyses and tests and now you’re being presented to Gray Diamond to decide if your type is viable. His expression is too hard for you to read as he looks down at you from his impressive height, asking quiet questions to your handlers about your cut and specs and purpose. You’ve never been more scared in all your four or five planet rotations than when he picks you up in his massive hand, using his other to carefully tug at your limbs and nudge your face this way and that to get a better look at all of you. “...cute,” seems to be his final judgment, and then looking you right in the eye, “woulda loved to’ve been there when you formed. bet it was a real sight to see.” It’s...it’s probably the most flattering thing anyone has ever said about you, and the fact that it’s your first compliment ever doesn’t cheapen it at all. You’re flattered, happy, and totally beyond your control, you start to do something you’ve never done before: you glow. It surprises everyone, most of all yourself, and Gray Diamond looks at you with one wide eye-socket, practically awed (which does not make your glowing problem lessen at all). “think i’ll hold onto this one,” he tells the engineers. “try ‘em out, see if we could use more.” There are many more Sea Glass made after you, but you’re the only one kept by Gray Diamond.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): You’re a cracked Sea Glass. If there’s one thing gems in your situation aren’t, it’s ‘in short supply,’ so you are only one of dozens sitting in Brown Diamond’s research facilities. Nobody’s ever really explained to you what they’re trying to do here and it’s never been your place to question, but neither are you stupid and you realize, sitting beneath all their scanners and nodes and experimental devices, that the technicians here are trying to fix you. You can’t imagine how beneficial that research would be to the Empire-- to more important gems than you, especially-- so you continue to comply with all the tests and treatments obediently, understanding your purpose as a guinea pig; the coal-mine-canary. Brown Diamond himself comes to speak to you one day and he’s kinder than you expected him to be, even shapeshifting himself smaller to talk to you easier. He seems unduly concerned with your comfort levels and you feel compelled to assure him that you don’t mind experiencing pain or unpleasantness if it’s to find out how to fix broken gems like you. He looks at you strangely, like you said something silly. “You Don’t Need To Be Fixed,” he says. “You’re Not Broken, Just Hurt.” And to your surprise, he goes on to say that you and the others like you aren’t expendable in all this research, like you’d thought-- in fact, everything stops if it looks like a treatment may hurt you or damage your gem any worse than it already is, no matter how promising it is otherwise. “I Want To Help Gems Here,” he explains, “Not Hurt Them,” and just like that, in that one moment of moving empathy... you think you may have a crush on a Diamond. Much as you’d very much like to not be cracked anymore, you hope that it takes the scientists a long time to figure out this healing thing, so you can see him a lot more often...

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hetalialoverwrites · 4 years

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Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Part 14

First - Previous - Next

After dressing up in suitably semi casual prep clothing, you and your friends went to Family Day. You all had arrived just as Ben and the others finished up their song, so the crowd was still packed together. Evie, Jay, and Carlos held politely move people aside so you and Mal could get through to a decently open area, though going between the tables required some maneuvering. Managing your ways over to the snack table, you watched as Mal grabbed a strawberry curiously and bit into it. She practically melted at the taste and you smirked a little, "Wow Mal... It looks like you want to marry that strawberry." You teased her. She moaned in delight, "I do. Sadly, he won't make it to the wedding." "Gives a whole new meaning to the term black widow." Evie teased with you. Mal playfully scoffed and rolled her eyes, sending the three of you into quiet laughter. Evie noticed something out of the corner of her eye and saw Ben waving to you. "(Y/n). Ben is trying to get your attention." She told you. You turned around and smiled at him, waving and giving Evie a small thank you.

Walking up the path to the gazebo Ben and his parents were taking a picture at, Ben walked down and held out a hand to you. "(Y/n)! (Y/n), I want to introduce you to my parents." Ben said, slipping his arm carefully around your shoulders as to not hit your wings. He could feel your wing's warmth as it hovered around him protectively. Turning the two of you to face his parents, he smiles at them and introduces you. "This is (Y/n), from the island. My girlfriend." Belle didn't look too pleased and it caused your wings to shake with nervousness as she tried to be polite. "Hi!" Belle greeted, obviously having not expected you. You gave her a shaky smile, "Hi..." King Adam waved awkwardly at you before Ben spoke up. "I was thinking maybe she could join us for lunch," Ben said, hoping for a yes. "Of... Course. A-Any friend of Ben's...?" King Adam asked. "Oh, I came with my friends and my sister." You told them politely. "Well, you should invite them." Belle looked even more uncomfortable and Adam reluctantly agreed. "Because the more the merrier!" Belle added with a shaky laugh.

"Oh, okay thank you. I'll go get them." You were about to pull away and go to your friends when King Adam spoke up. "Uh, how about a game of croquet before lunch?" He offered. Ben grinned, "You're on." He fist-bumped his dad before turning and waving at his parents and going off to get the others with you. "Have you ever played before?" Ben asked quietly. "No." You told him in a panic. You didn't want to embarrass yourself or Ben in front of his parents. Ben chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll teach you." Once the game as set up and your friends informed, King Adam, Queen Belle, you, and Ben were playing a game. The two parents calmed down a little as they watched Ben teach you how to play and you both were laughing and playing around as you kept missing. After a bit, though, you were able to get the hang of it and Ben went to go take his turn. You were waiting and watching in hopes to learn by observing when you felt a woman approach you.

"Hello there." The woman greeted pleasantly. You were relaxed and at peace in the sun and since there weren't a lot of people on the field as to not block the game, so you responded in kind, "Hi." You gave the woman a smile. She stood next to you and you took care in making sure your wings were away from her, "Now, have we met?" The woman asked, crossing her arms but staying pleasant. "Um, no, I don't think so. I'm a transfer student." You told her gently. She nodded in acceptance before Audrey walked over and they spoke, surprising you at the woman's identity. "Grammy?" You echoed, shocked. Audrey's smile fell into a scowl towards you, "Sleeping Beauty's mother?" She told you before rolling her eyes. "Come on Grammy. You shouldn't be talking to her unless you want to fall into another thousand-year sleep." You were more shocked at the incorrect information than Audrey's biting tone. 'Thousand-year sleep? They never went to sleep... Aurora did for a day before Mother woke her up. What is going on?' You thought to yourself in confusion before Queen Leah gasped in horror and backed up, drawing people's attention.

"YOU!? H-How are you here? And how have you stayed so young?" Queen Leah asked, looking over you. You opened your mouth to correct her when Ben came over, holding your shoulders and pulling you to his wide protectively. "Queen Leah, it's okay. Maleficent is still on the island. This is her daughter (Y/n)." Ben introduced, trying to reassure the old woman. You felt irritation growing in your chest and your friends could tell you were agitated as they came over. "Don't you remember my proclamation to give the new generation a chance?" "A chance to what, Ben. Destroy us?" Queen Leah asked as if she were scolding a child. Your stomach felt sour and Ben felt you bristle in his arms. Queen Leah continued to speak, and Headmistress Fairy Godmother was trying to soothe her. "Come on, you remember. The poison apples. And the spells?" Queen Leah spoke to the King and Queen who only dropped their heads. "Spells..." Queen Leah's voice had venom dripping from it as she looked at you. "My daughter had to be raised by fairies because of your mother's curse. So, her first words, her first steps... I missed it all!" Queen Leah yelled accusingly at you, making you want to vomit. She crossed her arms and turned to Fairy Godmother, "You mustn't trust her." She whispered to the Headmistress.

You could feel your face heat up as you felt rage engulf your body. Ben looked down at you in concern as Mal came and took your hand, feeling just as upset as you were. Through gritted teeth, you opened your mouth to retaliate when Chad stepped in front of you, "Go away. Stay away from her." He said, standing in front of Queen Leah. "Don't do this Chad." Ben stood up for you. "What? They were raised by their parents, Ben. What do you think villains teach their kids? Huh? Kindness? Fair play? No way, okay? You stole another girl's boyfriend." Chad glared at you accusingly. "Hey, hey!" Ben stepped up, giving Chad a warning look as he moved on. "You enjoy hurting people." Chad pointed at Jay. "And you... You're nothing but a gold digger and a cheat." Chad spat to Evie. Your resolve snapped and you pushed away from Ben, who stumbled back as your wings also forced him back. You glared at Chad, your eyes glowing amber and making him shrink back. "THAT IS ENOUGH!" Your voice bellowed out it's command before quieting once more, though still easily heard by the onlookers around who gasped and backed away.

You turned to Queen Leah, growling, "First of all, let's get a few things straight. My MOTHER only cursed your daughter because your husband chopped off her wings to become king!" You hissed bitterly at the woman. "After her curse, she was content to sit back and watch what happened. You could have kept your daughter in your stupid castle the ENTIRE TIME AND ACTUALLY RAISE HER, but you didn't! So that is your own fault! And those fairies that took care of your daughter almost killed her multiple ways because they were INCOMPETENT!" You yelled furiously at her before counting down everything you could remember from your mother's stories. "Starvation because they tried to feed a baby raw carrots and radishes pulled directly out of the ground. Being killed by wild animals by forgetting her outside! FALLING OFF A CLIFF A FEW FEET AWAY FROM THEM! And you never fell into a thousand-year sleep! The curse was only against Aurora and she was asleep for less than a DAY!" You hissed at the Queen before turning to Chad.

"Now that is settled, let's move onto your accusations." You bit at him, stepping forward and watching Chad scramble back. "Jay has never once enjoyed hurting people in his life! He used to because that is how you survive on the Isle!" You snarled at him; your eyes glowing red as they had been slowly changing over time. "Evie never cheated on any test, exam, or slip of homework. The only time she has ever not known the answer and got it correct before is in since class when Mr. Delay decided to mock her by asking her a question on material that hadn't been covered in class yet." You remembered something and grinned cruelly. "Oh, and I remember something else too! Isn't Headmistress Fairy Godmother investigating you and Mr. Delay on charges of theft of a priceless family heirloom? Evie's priceless family heirloom that you stole after she wouldn't do your homework for you?" You asked, tilting your head and laughing bitterly as his face paled.

"That's what I thought. And lastly, I am only going to say this once, so you better listen. Ben and I are dating now. I didn't steal another girl's boyfriend. And for the record, I had only been here for about two weeks and I could already see that Audrey was treating Ben like he was her property and her right to own." You glared at Chad and making Ben's parents gasp. Huffing after all of that, you walked back to your awaiting friends and shook your head. Laughing bitterly once again, you finished, "You know what...? For people who are supposed to be so nice... And so good... You people are worse than your so-called villains." And with that, you left with Evie and Mal trying to console you as you cried and let all the stress of the day out. Jay and Carlos shot another glare back to Chad and the others before following swiftly after you.

Lunchtime later that day was silent as your tears had dried and you were consoled. Jay and Evie thanked you for sticking up for them and Mal and Carlos told you that you were completely in the right, defending yourself. Sitting at the lunch table, you could see Ben walking up to you five. "Hey, guys. How is everyone?" He asked, receiving silence once again. The day had put a damper on all your spirits. "Yeah...? Hey, listen. Forget about it. Alright?" Ben told you all, going to stand behind you and carefully doing where he thought your wings would be. Putting his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you, he continued, "Forget about it. Alright? It was nothing. Let it go. Tomorrow after the coronation everything will be okay." Ben promised before leaning down as no one had looked at him. He whispered in your ear, "I've got to go..." And then he squeezed your shoulders and walked off. You and Mal shared a look, not appreciating Ben's words. But he was right. Everything would be better after the coronation.

Doug, noticing the prince was gone came up to the table. "Listen Evie, I want to talk about earlier today, I just--" "Doug!" Chad called. Doug ignored him and looked back to Evie, who was looking up at him hopefully. "Doug!" Chad called again, giving the boy a look. "What!?" Doug asked before having a staring match with Chad and losing. "I'm sorry..." Doug mumbled to Evie before sitting at the next table with Chad. Evie pushed her tray away, losing her appetite. Audrey walked behind you with Jane, coming very close to the backs of your wings. "How long does she think that's gonna last?" Audrey asked Jane. "(Y/n)'s just the bad girl infatuation." She smirked. "Yeah, I mean... It's not like he's ever going to make a villain a Queen." Jane sneered, leaning closer to you before getting whipped in the face by your invisible wings. Yes. You hit her with them. She stumbled back and almost fell on the table form the force before you looked over your shoulder at Audrey, your eyes glowing amber once again.

You had a cruel and amused smirk as you looked at her, "It would almost sound like you are bitter that I took away your ticket to the crown of Auradon." You simpered at the girl. Audrey gasped, "How dare you! I--" "You know, after what I pointed out today... About your obvious use of Ben as if he were some little toy or a piece of property, I highly doubt that your little trick is going to work on anyone ever again. They might not believe me now, but it will sit in the back of their minds. And the next time they see it, they will know instantly what you are trying to do." You tittered in amusement. "What do you know? You're just the nothing daughter of a no-good villain!" Audrey hissed at you. You laughed and turned more towards Audrey as Mal got ready to undo Jane's hair spell. "You know Audrey... You're talking a lot of shit for someone within spelling distance."

She didn't look convinced and you stood up, turning around without hitting her. "Do you think I'm joking?" You asked, holding up a hand of your sparkling amber magic. Mal stood up and called her own green magic, "Reverse." She commanded it, flicking her hand. Jane's hair sparked with Mal's magic for a moment before turning back to how it used to be. Audrey, realizing that yes, she was within spelling distance, ran away with the other preps You turned to the others and smiled, noticing Evie and Carlos had stood up as well. "I'm really looking forward to tomorrow." You and Mal spoke together, giving each other an amused look before walking off with your friends behind you. Any thoughts of staying in Auradon were left at the abandoned table.

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Set it Off - Stiles x Descendants!OC

A/N: Yeah, you read that right. I’m going crazy, okay?!

After a small bought of chaos-causing, Mal, Evie, Carlos, Jay and I were rounded up by Maleficent. I was less than pleased to have to deal with the mistress of evil, but Maleficent basically ruled the Isle, and anyone who disobeyed her word would pay the price.

“You five have been chosen to go to a different school… in Auradon!” Maleficent declared to us.

Jay and Carlos immediately turned around and began to run, but were caught by Maleficent’s goons. Evie and I did our best and freed the boys from their grasp and managed to get them on their feet and facing Maleficent once more. Once we had settled, Mal turned back to her mother.

“What?!” Mal asked. “I’m not going to some boarding school filled to the brim with prissy pink princesses!”

“And perfect princes!” Evie added with a dreamy look in her eye.

“Evie get it together,” I shushed her.

“Yeah, and I don’t do uniforms… Unless they’re leather, you feel me?” Jay added with a chuckle and looked at a very worried Carlos.

“I read somewhere they allow dogs in Auradon,” Carlos asked Maleficent, whose smile was morphing into a wicked grin. “Mom says they’re rabid pack animals who eat boys who don’t behave…”

Jay quickly snuck behind Carlos and poked his sides with a loud bark in Carlos’ ear.

“Jay, flirt later, this is serious! There’s no way we can be shipped off to Boreadon,” I said.

“Yeah, mom we’re not going!” Mal said to her mother.

“Oh, you’re thinking small, pumpkin! It’s all about world domination…” Maleficent said and ushered us all back into the tower where our parents were gathered.

I looked at Evie nervously and saw that not only was my mother there, but my aunt Drizella and my grandmother Tremaine had decided to join in on the apparent meeting. Evie sat next to Queen Grimhilde, Jay stood with his father Jafar, Carlos next to his mother Cruella and I was beckoned by my grandmother to sit with them.

“Now, pay attention, you five. You will go, you will find Fairy Godmother and you will bring me back her magic wand. It’s the only thing that has magic powerful enough to work on this cursed island,” Maleficent declared.

I sighed and listened to Mal concede to be Maleficent’s puppet for the destruction of Auradon and decided that I may as well start packing what little I had in a bag to take to my new school.

“Anastasia, did you bring your daughter’s bag?” my grandmother asked my mom.

“Yes, Dizzy packed it,” my mom said.

Suddenly a car horn was heard and the five of us shared a small worried look. I walked down with my friends to the car and saw my cousin Dizzy standing in awe next to the shiny vehicle. I walked over to her and held her hand. She and I had been through so much together and I felt very protective of her given that I was older than she.

“It should be you going, Diz,” I told her sadly.

Dizzy sighed, “I think you need more help than me.”

Cruella seemed to be the only one not wanting to let her child go, and Carlos made a mad dash for the car with a trash bag full of his items. The five of us piled into the limo quickly and we started our journey.

“Are you okay, Abs?” Evie asked me.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” I said to her and looked at Mal, whose face was expressionless and whose eyes were cast out the window. I looked up and saw that the limo was headed straight for the edge of the bridge. I gasped in fright and our attention was turned to the front of the vehicle, where we could see the edge of the bridge.

“It’s a trap!” Evie screamed and the five of us braced for impact. My heart was pounding and I thought about how we were going to get out of this alive. Jay pulled Carlos and me close to him while Mal and Evie clung to either side of our huddle. The five of us squeezed our eyes shut in preparation for impact, but it never came. Instead, a gold light shone and my eyes opened to find that we were crossing the ocean safely on a bridge.

“It must be magic!” Evie exclaimed. Mal turned to the driver.

“Hey. Did this button open the magic barrier?” she asked him.

“No. It opens my garage,” he said and then held up a different button. “THIS one opens up the magic barrier. And this one…”

He pressed a button above his rear-view mirror and the partition closed, which left the five of us to our own. Jay and Carlos’ hands were intertwined and I looked at them with sympathy. The two had been in love since they first met, which was hard for them both because the Isle wasn’t a place where dating was commonplace. With their parents being two of the most notorious villains in the land, their reputations needed to be protected or else the wrath of Maleficent threatened their very existence.

“It’s going to be okay, guys,” I reassured everyone.

“How can you say that?” Jay asked lowly.

“Because, Jay, when our parents take over, we can do whatever we want! Including date,” Mal said in a hushed tone.

I nodded. “I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when we get out of this car.”

Evie and I shared a laugh.

“We have to do this and do it right, guys…” Mal said in a serious tone. “It’s a chance for us.”

After about a half an hour, we arrived at what the signs were saying was Auradon Prep. There was a crowd in the front of the school that held up several “Welcome” signs and a band was playing right where the limo stopped. Jay and Carlos were the first to step out of the vehicle followed by Mal, Evie and I. The band stopped playing and we were approached by a group of five people. The shorter brunette woman in a powder blue dress spoke first.

“Welcome to Auradon Prep! I’m Fairy Godmother, headmistress,” she introduced herself with a slight curtsey.

“Well that was a freebie,” I mumbled to Carlos, who hid a smirk.

“THE Fairy Godmother? As in, bibbity-bobbity-boo?” Mal asked.

“Bibbity-bobbity. You know it,” Fairy Godmother said with a nod.

“I always wondered what it felt like for Cinderella when you just appeared out of nowhere… With that sparkling wand, and warm smile… and sparking wand…” Mal said.

“That was a long time ago. And as I always say, don’t focus on the past, or you’ll miss the future,” Fairy Godmother responded and accented her words with a gesture of her hands.

A boy about our age stepped forward and closely behind him was a girl who wore a pink dress with a blue cardiagan and a gold necklace.

“It’s so good to finally meet you all. I’m Ben,” the boy addressed us while standing closest to Mal.

“PRINCE Benjamin… Soon to be king!” the girl interrupted and squealed out.

“Oh god,” I muttered to myself.

“You had me at Prince… My mom’s a queen, which makes me a princess,” Evie stepped up and curtsied to Ben.

“The Evil Queen has no royal standing here… and neither do you,” the other girl said with a sickening smile.

I could tell Evie was taken aback by her comment, and Ben quickly said with a reluctant and awkward smile, “This is Audrey…”

“PRINCESS Audrey… His girlfriend! Right, Benny-boo?” she said.

At this point, I deemed her obnoxious enough to comment, “Chin up, sweetie. Insecurity doesn’t look very good on you.”

Carlos and Jay chuckled at the girl’s fallen and shocked expression towards me.

Ben brushed off the interaction and smiled in my direction gently. I smirked at the girl who had clearly never been spoken to so bluntly and I could tell Evie was grateful for my intervention.

“Ben and Audrey will show you around. I will see you all tomorrow,” Fairy Godmother said. With theatrical proclamation, she spoke, “The doors of wisdom are never shut! But the library hours are from eight to eleven and as you may have heard, I have a little thing about curfews.”

Fairy Godmother led the remaining band members out of the courtyard, but two boys remained behind Ben and Audrey. They were approximately the same height with one having black hair and a rather uneven jawline, and the other had a mess of chocolate brown hair with a mole-speckled face and honey-brown eyes. I felt myself looking at him for a little bit too long and pulled my eyes from his features. There was a small moment of awkwardness, and Ben spoke up.

“It is so, so, so good to finally meet you all,” he said and approached Jay, who held out his fist and collided it with Ben’s shoulder. Jay seemed to be impressed by Ben’s resilience and smiled at the prince. Ben got the message and moved on with his speech and shaking each of our hands. “This is a momentous occasion…” Ben shook Mal’s reluctant hand and then moved to Evie, who he held onto a few seconds longer. “And one that I hope will go down in history—chocolate..?” Ben shook Carlos’ hand and licked the small amount of confectionery off of his thumb. “As the day our two peoples began to heal.”

“Or the day you showed five peoples where the bathrooms are,” Mal interjected. Ben briefly took my hand in his and it felt odd to shake his hand. He made eye contact and smiled at me with a hopeful look. I didn’t smile back, of course, and withdrew my hand quickly. Audrey passed by me and I raised a challenging brow at her and she neglected to say anything, then Ben spoke again.

“A little over the top?” he asked us and Evie nodded with a small smile.

“A bit more than a little…” she said and he looked at her with a warm smile and kind eyes.

“So much for my first impression,” he said to her.

Evie shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

Ben smiled and then turned to the two boys standing behind him and beckoned them over. “This is Stiles, by best friend and soon to be the captain of my knights. Stiles is Slightly’s son, a former lost boy. This is Scott, who is a fantastic resource to have and is Sleepy’s son.”

My eyes were drawn to Stiles. The Lost Boys were somewhat of a legend around the Isle, but mostly for their moral greyness when they arrived from Neverland, but were determined to not have any true ill-will so they stayed in Auradon. Both of them smiled at us, but Stiles made eye contact with me.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. Ben and Audrey have to leave here in a few minutes, so we’ll show you guys around,” Scott said.

“I believe bathrooms are the first stop,” Stiles said. As he spoke I swore I heard music. I felt sick to my stomach and like I either needed to puke or eat, but either way, I wasn’t pleased with the reaction I was having to this boy.

After an extensive and boring tour of the castle converted to school, we were handed a class schedule. Scott took Carlos and Jay to their room, and Stiles took me, Evie, and Mal to ours.

“I hope everything is to your liking. If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask!” Stiles said with a smile and left the three of us to unpack.

“Good god, this is a lot of pink,” I remarked. The room was extremely spacious and had three large beds complete with canopies and dressers for each of us. “I don’t think even the Isle is this sexist. Watch Jay and Carlos have a blue room.”

“That would be awful… It’s too bright in here. We’re going to need so much sunscreen,” Mal said to me with a small grin.

I nodded and claimed the bed to our left, then closed the curtain closest to it.

“I think some vandalism is in order,” I suggested after examining the curtain with a deep frown. Not only was the fabric a salmon colored pink, the floral pattern made my eyes hurt.

“Yeah, I wish. We have to stay long enough to get the wand, though. We can’t get it if we get kicked out,” Mal said. I looked over and spotted Evie grinning ear to ear as she looked at her bed. I was glad that she enjoyed it so much. I had always thought Evie maybe belonged in Auradon—she had the poise and grace of a princess with looks to match. She loved pink and different colors that weren’t black (unlike what Mal and I preferred) and had a sense of propriety about her. I didn’t care what Audrey had said—Evie was a princess to me, and the only one I respected.

“Once the sun goes down, let’s head out and find Jay and Carlos, then grab the wand and get the hell out of here,” I suggested.

“Good idea,” Mal agreed with a nod. It seemed that things were going to move quicker than I thought and I shouldn’t have packed as much as I did.

~*~

“Way to go, Jay! Now we have to go to school tomorrow!” Mal complained as the five of us ran from the museum after a botched attempt to steal Fairy Godmother’s wand from where it was being kept.

We all snuck back to our dorms silently. With an exasperated sigh, I fell onto my bed and kicked my shoes off.

“Well, at least now we know where it is and what it’s protected with,” Evie said.

“Yeah, but no way of getting it out,” Mal groaned.

“They do security pretty well, gotta say,” I said. “Wasn’t expecting that.”

The three of us managed to get some sleep and awoke to our alarms going off. I hadn’t slept terribly, which was a first for me. The mattress was comfortable, and the blankets kept me at a good temperature throughout the night. Once the three of us were ready, we began our first day at Auradon prep. The only class that had all five of us together was Goodness 101 and it was our first class. We all arrived a few minutes late and found that, of course, we were the only ones in the class. There was a table in the middle of the room that was set up for five students and Fairy Godmother stood at the head of the classroom and was writing on the chalkboard.

We each sat in a chair and looked over the various notebooks that were placed at our desks. Fairy Godmother turned at the noise and smiled at us.

“Welcome to goodness class! You may remember, I am Fairy Godmother and I will be your guide through your time here at Auradon Preparatory School,” she said.

Throughout the lecture, we were asked various ethical questions and were asked to choose an answer. Mal and I figured the game out and managed to get all the questions asked of us correct. Jay and Carlos showed very little interest, and Evie did her best to mask her intelligence.

“Just pick the one that doesn’t sound like any fun,” Mal said after getting another correct answer and a compliment from Carlos.

I nodded in agreement with Mal. Next, Evie and I had chemistry together while Mal, Jay and Carlos had gym. When we walked into the classroom, everyone stopped at the board and then found their seat. I rolled my eyes and sat in the back of the classroom. Evie gave me a sly look and found her own seat towards the front.

“Um.. I think that’s my seat you’re in,” a cautious voice said to me.

“That’s so weird, I don’t see your name on it anywhere,” I told the brunette girl who had approached me.

“Lannie, you and Jane can sit where we were going to sit,” Stiles said after quickly approaching. I smirked and watched as she turned and sat down with another girl who looked equally as concerned and afraid.

Stiles sat down next to me and gave me a small smile. “Don’t like assigned seats, huh?”

I looked at him with a raised brow. “I don’t like being told what to do, period.”

Stiles nodded. “Well, I don’t think anyone likes that. Mr. Deley is a stickler for rules, though, so fair warning.”

I eyed him carefully. “Why aren’t you scared of me? Everyone else seems to be.”

Stiles shrugged. “Probably because my dad’s a lost boy. I know what it’s like to be… lost.”

I said nothing and faced the front of the classroom and watched as Ben sat next to Evie and the two struck up a conversation with ease. I smiled slightly and hoped Evie wasn’t just trying to impress her mother—Ben seemed like a nice guy.

After class, Mal, Evie and I met up at the lockers. We heard Ben and Stiles talking to what sounded like Audrey and someone named Chad.

“Those kids are trouble…” Chad said.

“Hey,” Stiles said in a warning tone.

“Come on Chad, give them a chance,” Ben pleaded.

“No offense, Benny-Bear… You’re just too trusting! I know your mom fell in love with a big, nasty beast who turned out to be a prince, but with MY mom? The evil fairy was just the evil fairy… that girl’s mother,” Audrey said in a hushed tone and gestured towards Mal. Mal’s face fell slightly. “The evil queen terrorized Scott’s dad, Jafar made Lydia’s mom almost marry her, Cruella literally wanted to kill puppies, and not to mention Chad’s mother was abused by HER whole family!”

“Hey, knock it off, Audrey. They’re not responsible for that,” Stiles said sternly and Audrey sighed.

“I think you’re wrong about them. See you later,” Ben said and began to walk towards us.

“Excuse me, I have plotting to do,” Mal said and left Evie and I to converse with Ben and Stiles.

“Hey, how was your first day?” Ben asked Evie.

“It was great,” Evie said sarcastically.

“You guys are in some pretty advanced classes, it’s impressive,” Stiles said. “One day maybe you guys can help me with my homework.”

I smirked. “Why is it impressive? Aren’t you in the same classes?”

Ben and Stiles shifted uncomfortably. “Well, um.. It’s just we know education isn’t the same on the Isle,” Stiles said.

I nodded, “Ah, I see. So you assumed we’d be dumb?”

The boys looked nervously at each other and Evie and I giggled.

“We’re just teasing you,” Evie said. Stiles looked at me and I shrugged with a small smile. He smiled at me and I felt my cheeks heat up. I had only been in Auradon for 24 hours, but the place was starting to rub off on me.

“Hey, so… There are tourney tryouts in a few minutes and I think Jay and Carlos are going. You guys wanna come, too? To watch and get into some school spirit, maybe?” Ben asked with his eyes on Evie.

She smiled and looked absolutely elated. “Yes, I’d love to.” Ben smiled at her and Stiles looked at me.

I sighed. “Wish I could, but I think I’d better check on Mal…”

Stiles’ smile fell to a look of compassion and understanding, and the four of us split up; I went off to find Mal and Evie went to cheer on Jay and Carlos with Ben.

I assumed Mal went back to the dorm and headed there quickly. I thought a lot about how Stiles treated me as an equal and it felt nice to not be feared, but that could only last for so long. The five of us were expected to obey Maleficent and snatch the wand at the first opportunity.

When I walked into the room, I found that Mal was on her bed and a girl in a powder-blue dress was talking. Mal seemed disinterested, but I knew she was listening.

“Hey Mal,” I said as I walked into the room. I eyed the girl in the dress and scowled at the stranger on my bed.

“Oh, Abby, this is Jane. Fairy Godmother’s daughter,” Mal said pointedly. I raised my eyebrows and flattened my lips from their previous frown.

“Fairy Godmother’s daughter! Jane, of course. Hi,” I greeted her. Jane seemed to be frozen in place and then nodded to me. “Please, don’t let me interrupt.”

“Jane was just telling me about how her mother doesn’t use her wand anymore, but Jane wants to use magic to make herself prettier,” Mal explained to me.

“Yeah, like Mal did for my hair!” Jane chirped up. I looked at Jane and felt sorry for her. She was a beautiful girl and didn’t need magic. As much as I wanted to tell her that she was good enough, I knew Mal had a plan to use Jane to get to the wand.

“Oh, that’s so sad… Mal did such a good job on your hair, I’m sure with that wand she could do a whole lot more,” I said and sat on my bed next to Jane.

“Totally,” Mal said.

After a few hours, Jane went back to her dorm and Evie returned.

“Where have you been?” Mal asked.

“Jay and Carlos made the tourney team, and I snagged myself several conversations with a prince,” Evie giggled.

“You know, you don’t need a prince, Evie. You’re fine by yourself,” I said. Evie sat down and nodded.

“I know. You’ve always told me that… But it just feels… nice,” Evie responded. Mal sighed and nodded.

“Well, I guess we’ll be here a while longer than we thought…” Mal groaned.

~*~

A few days later, I sat on the bench of the tourney game with Mal and Evie and we watched and cheered on the boys.

“Jay’s pretty good at this,” Evie commented.

“Yeah, he and Ben seem to work well together,” Mal joked with a sly smile at Evie.

“I hadn’t noticed,” Evie lied.

“That Scott guy is kind cute, huh?” I said with a smirk, which earned me a wide-eyed look from Mal.

“Why would you say that..?” Mal asked.

I laughed. “It’s okay, Mal. It’s just a crush. It’s not the first you’ll have.”

“It could be the last though. This is Auradon—land of true love at first sight,” Evie teased.

Mal shook her head and closed her eyes. “No! No, that’s not it at all.”

Evie and I smiled at each other and patted Mal’s back. We watched the team run up and down the field and I saw Ben look out to the crowd and point to Evie, which made Audrey glare in our direction.

“Looks like he’s maybe got a thing for you, E,” I joked with her and stuck my tongue out at Audrey. I heard a laugh and spotted Stiles looking at me from the bench and his eyes and smile shone with his laughter. Seeing his smile made my stomach warm up and twist in an uncomfortable but good way.

~*~

After a few weeks, it was starting to feel more normal in Auradon. Evie, Mal and I went to almost every tourney practice and game to support Carlos and Jay. Stiles and I had struck up a friendship of sorts, and I enjoyed his company immensely. Scott and Mal had been seen together more, and a lot of girls around the school had asked Mal to put spells on their hair to make it anything they wanted. I could tell Mal enjoyed helping people feel good about themselves but made a point to explain to us that it was only a manipulation tactic.

Jay walked into our dorm with a newly printed tourney jersey with his name on it. He displayed it and Carlos greeted him with a hug.

“I’m so proud of you!” Carlos gushed and made Jay blush.

Mal smiled and continued to flip through her spellbook.

“So, no luck on the wand yet, huh?” Jay asked her.

“Do you think that I would be going through every single spell in this book if I hadn’t completely struck out?!” Mal snapped.

“Someone’s in a bad mood,” I mumbled from across the room.

“My mom’s counting on me! I can’t let her down,” Mal said in a nearly panicked voice.

The room fell silent and the looming realization that their comfort in Auradon had to end. I thought about how Stiles would feel if he knew what the ultimate plan was.

Jay spoke up, “Guys, we can do this if we stick together.”

“And we won’t go back until we do,” Mal continued. “Because we’re rotten…”

“To the core,” we said in unison.

“Oh yeah, I found out that Fairy Godmother blesses Ben with the wand at coronation and we all get to go… I have nothing to wear, of course,” Evie said with a sigh. There was a knock at the door. We all looked at each other and Mal answered it to find Ben standing there with a smile on his face.

“Hey, Mal…” he said, then looked around the room and smiled widely at Evie. “I didn’t see you guys today and I was wondering if you had any questions or if there was anything you needed.” His eyes fell to Evie’s and she blushed slightly.

Mal turned to us and shrugged. “Not that I know of…”

“Mal didn’t you just have a question..? Like weren’t we JUST talking about something that you were confused about that Ben would know the answer to?” I hinted not-so-subtly.

Mal raised her brows and smiled at Ben. “Yes! Um, is it true that we all get to go to your coronation?”

Ben smiled and nodded. “Yeah, the whole school goes.”

“Wow… that is beyond exciting,” Mal said. Ben smiled wider and darted his eyes to Evie for a moment.

“Do you think that it’s a possibility that the five of us could stand in the front row next to the Fairy Godmother just so that we could… soak up all that goodness?” Mal continued with a conniving tone.

Ben’s face fell. “I wish you could… Up front it’s just me, my folks, and my girlfriend…” I noticed his gaze purposefully avoiding Evie with his last statement.

“Okay, thanks, bye!” Mal said and shut the door in his face.

The five of us shared a look, then all eyes were on Evie and Mal.

“I think it’s time ‘Benny-boo’ got himself a new girlfriend,” I said and raised a brow at Evie.

“Now I need a love spell,” Mal said with a thoughtful look.

The five of us headed to the kitchen and whipped up the love spell into some cookies and went over the plan.

“So, before the tourney game tomorrow, make sure Ben eats this and make sure you are what he’s focused on when he eats it, okay?” Mal instructed Evie. Evie nodded.

“Okay…” Evie agreed with a serious look on her face. I could tell she was slightly torn, but we all knew there was no choice for us.

~*~

I went with Evie to greet Ben before he went off to the field. Luckily he was alone as Stiles had made his way to the locker rooms already. After a brief conversation with Audrey, Evie caught Ben’s attention while the rest of us stood close by.

“Hi, Ben,” Evie said to him. Ben smiled at her and walked over.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“I just made some cookies! Do you want one?” Evie offered the small bag to him.

Ben’s face fell. “Oh, I don’t usually eat before a big game… I’m sorry. Next time, though!”

Evie nodded. “That’s okay! It’s smart to be cautious. I get it, I am a villain kid after all…”

“Wh-Wait, no, that’s..” Ben began, but Evie continued.

“I mean, I bet every kid in Auradon knows not to take treats offered by villains, especially when their parents are known for poisoning food,” Evie said in a slightly sad tone. Mal and I shared a look of respect and impression by Evie’s clever remarks.

“Oh well. More for me, I guess,” Evie said and opened the bag and went to eat the cookie. Ben suddenly snatched it from her hand and took a huge bite.

“No! See? I totally trust you,” he said with a small smile. Evie’s smile turned slightly sad and the four of us approached them slowly.

“How is it?” Evie asked and looked into Ben’s eyes.

“It’s great! I mean, it’s chewy… sweet… Are those walnuts? I love walnuts…” Ben started slowly while chewing. The rest of us started to slowly creep forward. “Evie, have you always had those gold flecks in your eyes..?”

Jay put his arm around Ben’s shoulder and asked, “How ya feeling… bro?”

“I feel… I feel like singing your name! EEVIIEE!” Ben began to sing loudly and Jay quickly covered his mouth. I quickly took the cookie from Ben’s hand and looked at Mal with wide eyes.

“Okayyy…” I said and replaced the spell back in the bag.

“Hey! Ben, Jay, Carlos! There you are! Let’s get ready!” I heard Stiles say from behind the boys. Ben’s eyes were glued to Evie and he only looked away when Carlos and Jay dragged him around the corner.

At the tourney game, Evie, Mal, and I watched the players and reveled in the excitement that the crowd had. I spotted Stiles on the field and noticed how good he looked in the uniform and how much he seemed to make a point to include Jay and Carlos in the plays when he could. As the game was starting to time out, Jay, Ben, and Carlos made a move that allowed Ben to score the winning goal. The crowd went wild with cheers and Evie shook my arm with a huge grin on her face.

“Yes! He won!” she screeched and cheered for him.

I smiled at her and clapped a few times. I saw Stiles take his helmet off and smile directly at me. I smiled back and sent him a thumbs up. He smiled a cheeky grin at me and before our silent conversation could continue, Ben’s voice was heard over the speakers.

“I just want to say something!” he started. The crowd went silent for a moment, and Ben shouted, “Give me an E!”

The crowd and cheer squad responded, “E!” This repeated until he had completely spelled out Evie’s name.

“What does that spell?”

Me, Mal, Lannie and a few other girls that surrounded us looked at Evie and responded, “Evie!”

Evie looked at Ben with a gaping smile. Her face was one of astonishment and a hint of something I couldn’t quite identify.

“I love you, Evie. Did I mention that?” Ben said into the microphone.

“What was in that cookie?!” I laughed to Mal. The crowd split and allowed Ben to come and approach Evie.

“Will you go to the coronation with me?” Ben asked her. Evie nodded.

“Yes,” she said into the microphone.

The next day, Fairy Godmother allowed us to have a video conversation with our parents. It didn’t go very well to say the least. Maleficent kept pressuring Mal to hurry up and get the wand, my mother looked at me with disdain and the entire conversation ended with the five of us feeling guilty and uncomfortable and our parents arguing like children. After the call ended, I looked at Mal.

“What do you think is going to happen if we can’t pull this off…?” I asked her as we headed out of the room to our next classes.

“I think they will be quietly disappointed, but know that we did our best,” she said.

“Really?” Carlos asked.

“No, we are definitely goners.”

Evie and I walked to the science room in silence that day and I took my seat once we arrived. I found Stiles was already in his.

“Hey, you got here early,” I observed as I sat down.

“Yeah, for once,” Stiles joked.

“Good game yesterday, by the way,” I complimented him. He looked up at me with a surprised smile.

“Wow! Um.. thank you. Are you okay?” he asked me.

“I’m peachy,” I said sarcastically and opened up my book.

Stiles was silent for a moment and then spoke up in a small voice, “You know… It’s family day on Sunday. You should come and meet my dad... I mean, if you want to.”

“Isn’t he the sheriff? As far as I know I haven’t done anything wrong here,” I said flatly while not looking up.

“No! It’s not that… I just think that maybe you’d like to talk to him,” Stiles said.

I let out a breath and looked up at him. His warm eyes were shining with hope and it was nearly impossible to resist him.

“How come?” I asked him.

“You’re from the Isle of the Lost… he’s a lost boy…” Stiles said.

I smirked and shook my head. “Alright, fine.”

At the end of the day, Evie and I were in our room while Mal was off with Scott on a date. I kept thinking about what Stiles had said to me and the comparison he made about me and his father. If the Lost Boys were good, why was I similar to Slightly in Stiles’ mind? I was supposed to be a villain, like my mother or worse. The harder I tried to convince myself that I was supposed to be bad and evil, the worse I felt about everything. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be bad anymore. I looked at Evie across the room, who was working on her dress for the coronation in a few days.

“Eve..?” I asked in a small voice. She looked up from her sewing machine with furrowed eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

I frowned and bit y lip. “Do you ever think… maybe it’s not so bad here..?”

Evie got up and sat next to me with a sigh. “All the time.”

I wave of relief washed over me as she said that. “I just… I know we don’t have a choice—our parents will literally kill us if we don’t do as we ask of them, but… I don’t know that I like being bad anymore…”

Evie nodded. “I don’t think any of us ever did, even Mal.”

I scoffed and shook my head, “Yeah, but there’s more pressure on her than any of us…”

Evie and I sat in silence for a moment. I spoke first, “We can’t bring this up to her, can we?” Evie shook her head. I nodded. “She needs us.”

“She does.”

“Then we’ll stick together and be rotten to the core even if we don’t want to…”

~*~

Family day was held in the vast courtyard. Ben and Evie were seen walking about and holding hands and laughing with Belle and Beast with the other guests. Carlos and Jay had decided to raid the food table, and Mal and Scott had gone off to play a game of cricket, which left me to myself. I sat at a table alone for a while and drank my bubbly drink and enjoyed watching my friends so happy and dreading the coronation tomorrow.

“Hey, I thought I might find you being a loner,” Stiles teased from beside me as he approached. My lips turned upward despite my terrible mood.

“And what’s wrong with that?” I asked and turned to him. He was sat down next to me at this point and had a cheeky grin on his face that sent butterflies to my stomach and tingles to my fingers and toes.

“Nothing at all. I think it’s kinda cute,” Stiles said. I felt my cheeks get hot at his comment and I noticed that he wore a nice suit in Auradon’s colors, with the primary color being the royal blue and gold and white accents. He looked very good in blue, I thought. He cleared his throat and then spoke again, “Um, I’d like to ask you something, if that’s okay?”

I nodded with a small smile, “Sure.”

Stiles licked his lips. “Will you go to the coronation with me? Like, as my date? It’s kind of a thing, there’s a dance and party afterwards… And I know it’s short notice, and I’m sorry about that. I was looking for the right time, but then it never came, and now I’m stuck with this awkwardness, but… Would you like to be my date tomorrow?”

I smiled wider and nodded. “I’d love to.” Stiles beamed with excitement.

“Great! I’ll, um... I’ll stop by your room. We sit kind of towards the front, I hope you don’t mind,” Stiles said and I nodded.

“That’s fine.”

“There you are, Stiles!” a male voice came from behind me. A man with darker blonde hair and blue eyes approached us and I recognized the man to be Slightly, Stiles’ father.

“Hi, dad,” Stiles said and stood up to greet Slightly.

“It’s so good to see you, my boy! Now, you said you had someone for me to meet? Is it a girl?” Slightly asked with a grin and a raised eyebrow.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Dad, I want you to meet Anastasia Tremaine’s daughter, Abby. She transferred here from the Isle of the Lost.”

Stiles motioned to me and I stood up to face the infamous Lost Boy with an undoubtedly nervous expression. Slightly looked at me and smiled, then stuck out his hand for me to take.

“Pleased to meet you! I’m Slightly,” he said.

I smiled and took his hand and we shook hands lightly. “Nice to meet you, sir.” The afternoon was spent with the three of us playing a game of cricket and eating food. Stiles was even more adorable when his dad would embarrass him with stories of Stiles growing up. At various times throughout the day, Stiles would give me a gentle pat on the back or an affectionate rub on the shoulder, and each time he touched me, I felt like I was floating.

At the end of the afternoon and the parents were being sent off campus so the festivities of tomorrow could prepare, Slightly was saying good bye to his son. I smiled at them and started to walk away, feeling awkward by just standing there.

“Hey, Abby!” I heard Slightly say, and I turned to find him stepping away from his son to shake my hand again. “You know, you don’t have to be your mother. And I don’t think you’re anything like her. Just something to think about.”

I was completely dumbfounded and nodded as he walked away. Stiles stood next to me and when they were out of sight, he turned to face me with earnest eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. Um, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

Stiles smiled and nodded. “Can’t wait.”

I headed off to my room as the sun went down and found Jay and Carlos had already arrived.

“Where’s Evie?” Carlos asked.

I shrugged and looked at Mal, who also shrugged.

“It’s nearly nightfall, we have to get this figured out,” Mal said and started pulling various things out to go over.

“Hey! Sorry, I came as fast as I could—Ben’s parents really like to talk,” Evie said as she came through the door and then quickly shut and locked it.

“Okay! Now that we’re all here, let’s go over the plan,” Mal instructed. Honestly I was only half-listening, but I understood what I needed to do. After Evie grabs the wand, Mal, Jay, and Carlos would get the car ready and Evie and I would run out the door with the wand. After we knew what we were doing, we all went to bed to prepare for tomorrow. I couldn’t sleep, though, and I was amazed to find Mal and Evie sleeping or at least resting.

I headed out of our room and took a walk through the campus completely lost in thought. What Slightly had said to me rang through my head on loop, and I thought about what Stiles would think after our plan unfolded. I ended up sitting on a bench in the courtyard and I felt an intense ache in my chest that made me feel like I was sinking. I didn’t want to do this, but I thought about the threats from my mother and how my friends would feel if I didn’t… I felt empty and lonely and my vision blurred as tears fell from my eyes in rivers.

“Abby…?” a faint voice said from beside me. I didn’t look up or pay it any mind, I just sat there and held my face in my hands. I felt strong arms around me and I heard Stiles’ voice speak softly to me. “It’s going to be okay.”

My body shook with my quiet sobs and I clung to Stiles like a lifeline. I had no idea where this was all coming from, but I knew I didn’t like feeling so vulnerable, especially in front of Stiles. I pulled away from his embrace after a few moments and looked up at him with watery eyes. His expression was gentle and compassionate as he held me close to him. His hand touched my cheek lightly and he wiped my tears away with his thumb.

“How did you find me…?” I asked.

“I was out on my balcony and saw you… What’s going on, darling?” he asked while stroking my cheek. I blushed at his gesture and looked at him with sorrowful and pitiful eyes. “Was it what my dad said?”

I shook my head. “No, no… Your dad was wonderful to me.”

Stiles frowned and sighed. “Is it me..?”

I shook my head again. “I… I can’t say.”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

“Both, I guess…”

Stiles nodded and pulled me close to him. “Listen, I know things are pretty crazy right now with you being away from home, but… I think you belong here. I think you’re a good person. And I know that’s got to be strange to hear, but I believe it. And no matter what, I’m going to be here for you, okay?”

More tears fell from my eyes at his words because I knew that they were only going to be true for a little while longer. I wanted to be as good as he thinks I am, I wanted to belong… But I couldn’t because my life depended on it. I felt truly awful at this point, but being held by Stiles made things more bearable. He smelled sweet and clean and his skin was soft. Of course, the butterflies returned in full force when he held be so close, but I wanted to revel in the moment a while longer.

When we finally did part ways, I had probably been out of my room for close to two hours, so I snuck back into my bed and tried to sleep. I managed to calm myself by thinking about Stiles’ arms around me and his kind and loving words. I woke up and felt sick to my stomach. Mal, Evie, and I shared a look of worry and sadness. We all got ready for the day and tried to look on the brighter side of things as we complimented each other on hair styles, dresses, and makeup.

“You look like a princess, Evie,” I told her. She smiled with a sad look in her eye. Just as we were finishing up, a knock at our door alerted us to the arrival of our dates. Evie was closest, so she opened the door and there stood Ben, Scott, and Stiles looking handsome and formal in their tuxedos and royal attire.

“Wow…” Ben breathed out when he saw Evie. Evie smiled and blushed, then waved goodbye to us as she took Ben’s hand and they left to line up for the parade. I slipped my shoes on and looked up to find Stiles looking even better than he did yesterday. He wore a formal royal guard uniform and his hair was perfectly messy. He smiled brightly at me and offered his arm.

“Hey…” I said to him with a smile.

“You look stunning…” Stiles said after looking me up and down. I took his arm and we headed down to the processional. I smiled at him and enjoyed the time I had left with him. When we got into the carriage in front of Ben and Evie, Stiles held my hand in his. I smiled at the gesture and felt, for once, more than friendship from another person. It was a good feeling, and it made what I had to do all the worse.

It was finally time for Ben to walk in. Stiles and I stood a few feet from Evie, Belle, and Beast. Fairy Godmother’s wand was released from its glass enclosure and Ben was ready to be blessed. I could hear nothing but the sound of my own pulse and I tried my best to stay calm so Stiles wouldn’t notice my anxiety. Suddenly, Evie lunged forward, but the wand wasn’t grasped by her.

Audrey held the wand in her hands and a burst of light came from the end of it.

“It should be me, up here with you! Not HER!” Audrey roared and pointed the wand at Evie. Acting purely on instinct, I lunged forward and tackled Audrey to the floor and the wand fell from her hands. Evie quickly ran from behind Ben’s protective arm and grabbed it, then stood in the middle of the carpet that Ben had walked down, a few feet from him, wand at the ready.

“Get off of me!” Audrey screamed. I scoffed and looked back at Evie, who had tears in her eyes. Just then, Mal, Carlos, and Jay came up beside her.

“Come on, let’s go,” Mal said.

“Revenge time, you know..” Jay muttered. I got off of Audrey and stood with my friends, Evie and I sharing a look.

“Evie, give me the wand…” Ben said calmly. “Whatever this is about, we can figure it out…”

“Stay back, Ben,” Evie said through tears. I looked over at Stiles, who was closer to Ben now and facing us.

“I told you so!” Audrey yelled, and Evie and I turned to her, ready to attack if necessary. She screamed and Stiles pushed her back to the crowd.

“You really want to do this?” Stiles asked in disbelief while making eye contact with me.

“We have no choice, Stiles!” I said with an exasperated sigh, tears threatening to fall down my face.

Evie continued to Ben, “Yeah, our parents—"

“Your parents made their choice… Now you make yours,” Ben said. Stiles looked at me with hope in his eyes. A tense moment passed as I looked at Evie, then turned to Mal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Scott looking in Mal’s direction with hope and concern. Mal looked at all of us, then held her gaze at Evie’s tearful form.

“Mal..?” I asked.

“I want to be good,” she said in a small voice after a pause.

“Me too,” Evie said through tears.

“You ARE good!” Ben said with a small smile.

“How do you know that?!” Mal snapped. I noticed Carlos and Jay’s hands were clasped together, and I looked at Stiles, trying to hold back my remorseful tears still.

“Because we can see it. In your eyes… When I look at you, all I see is a good and pure heart,” Stiles said to me and took a step forward.

“Evie, I fell in love with you because of how kind you are, and how smart you are… You are a GOOD person, a true representation of everything a princess in Auradon should be. You’re not your mom. None of you are your parents,” Ben said.

I looked at the four other tearful VKs next to me. “Mal, you’re so much more that a puppet… You can be your own person here. Jay and Carlos—you two can be happy together here! You can have a life together the way you deserve. Evie, Ben’s right… You’re truly a princess, which is what you’ve always wanted to be. We can be anything here, we can CHOOSE… And I choose to not betray the friends we’ve made and the people we’ve become. I choose good.”

Evie let more tears fall and she nodded. “Good.”

“Hell yeah!” Jay said. Carlos nodded and began to sob into Jay’s chest.

Mal looked at all of us and nodded. “Good it is then.”

“Our parents are going to be so pissed!” Jay laughed as he held Carlos.

“Yeah, we’re definitely going to get murdered,” I said with a small laugh and wiped away a tear from my cheek.

“Your parents can’t get you here,” Stiles said and Ben nodded. “You’re safe from them.”

Evie smiled and handed the wand back to Fairy Godmother. “I’m sorry.”

Fairy Godmother smiled and nodded at Evie. “You’re forgiven. And you all get an A in goodness class!”

The five of us laughed and smiled at our newfound hope for the future. Ben took Evie’s hand and led everyone out of the door to greet his people, who were unaware of the events that had just unfolded. I felt my hand being grasped and I looked to see Stiles beaming down at me.

“I really have to stop crying in front of you,” I said to him and wiped my eyes. He chuckled and shook his head.

“Happy tears are better than sad ones, I’ll say that much,” he said. I let my face fall and I took both of his hands in mine.

“I’m sorry I lied to you. I hated it, but I guess I just... didn’t realize that I was safe here. That I was free from her,” I told him. “I hope we can still be friends?”

Stiles smiled and pulled my hands to his lips and gave my fingers a gentle kiss. “I’d like to be more than friends, if that’s alright with you.”

I couldn’t help but let a smile spread across my face and I nodded. “I’d like that.”

We all headed towards the castle’s ballroom where music was playing loudly and food and drink were being served. The sun had begun to set, and the room lights shut down to reveal colorful projections on the walls that served as illumination of the room. Stiles looked at me and gestured to the dance floor with his head, and I took his hand to join our friends. Stiles twirled me around and we danced with our hands clasped together, and I suddenly heard a large boom outside. I jumped into Stiles’ arms and he laughed.

“It’s just fireworks. Come on, let’s watch them!” he said and followed the crowd outside to see the show.

I looked up and had never seen such beauty in the sky before. The booming sounds startled me less and less and I felt Stiles’ hand wrap around my waist. I smiled to myself and looked up at him.

“Is this okay..?” he asked me. I nodded and put my arms around him in a soft and meaningful embrace. I felt his arms encase me against him. When I pulled away to look at his face, I felt our cheeks brush and the butterflies that I had come to know so well returned. Our faces were close enough for me to feel his breath hit my skin and I smiled up at him. He gently placed his hand on my cheek and leaned in. When he closed the space between us, our lips molded together and I felt like I was floating. I kissed him back gently and when we both pulled away to breathe again, we smiled widely at each other.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said to me. I smiled wider.

“Me too.”

#stiles x oc

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Let the Tides of Change Come

Part 1

Pairing(s): Carlos de Vil/Jane/Oc, Ben/Mal, Evie/Doug, Gil/Jay

Word Count: 2,062

Summary: Sometimes the power to rewrite things comes in the form of jumping right into the Descendants universe and giving everyone a piece of your mind.

Doug’s stereotypical nerdy band kid shtick? Out the window it goes. The adults not knowing how to do anything right? Not on my watch. Kids being stuck on a prison of an Island? You’re all coming with me now.

For Micha, they’ve taken on the grueling task of heading to the surface to help teach the kids of Auradon and the Isle that it’s okay to talk things out and to not give into the rules and expectations of the older generation.Will someone at least give these teens a moment to breath in between saving the kingdom please? Jesus.

A/N: A few notes before we get into things: "Michael" is pronounced "MI-kha-ehl" "Micha" is pronounced "MI-kha" and "Marius" is pronounced "MA-ree-oos"

Having been a long way from any civilization, it took a while for Micha and the stranger (whose name they found out was Marius) to maneuver through all the vegetation and ruins. It seemed that because the Atlanteans were so focused on surviving they never truly stepped out of their city limits and stayed within its walls. Which, Marius remarked, was the reason why the two of them had ventured out so far initially; to search for any other clues behind their people’s past and possibly find more resources.

While the two moved along (albeit very slowly as Micha were getting slightly distracted by everything around them.) Micha had come to some conclusions:

The first thing was that they would take on the name of “Michael”. Or as Marius had called them, “Micha” for short. It’d be easier to take on a new name instead of trying to convince others that they were someone else. And seeing how they were stuck in this body for however long, they’d need to get used to the name change.

The second thing they found was that though they’ve never actually worked out in their previous life, the muscle memory for their current body was strong. Whenever it came to dangerous ledges or crumbling stones, they were able to instinctively get over any obstacle in their way. Climbing rock walls was easy without having to breaking a sweat. And if they wanted to, they could have gone up a couple flights of stairs with the energy they had left. Just from feeling the firmness of muscle on their body showed how often the previous Micha probably exercised. It was kind of scary, not gonna lie.

It was like they were thrown straight into a storybook. One where the main character got transported into a new body in a whole different universe. Which was kind of cool but also made them question a few things like: Where did the original soul go? Did they switch bodies when they were underwater nearly drowning? Did Micha straight up die in their sleep like all the other protagonists? Was this just an Atlantis plotline or some sort of weird Disney multiverse universe? How did all this work anyway?!

All these questions ran through their mind like race cars on a track crashing and swerving into each other. Just trying to pick them out from each other gave Micha a huge headache. So, they decided it was best to not think about it anymore and just kept their eyes on the trail. For now, it was best to decide what they were going to do from here on out. Lightly scratching their chin, they began to think of what others did in similar scenarios. Ah yes. What would that one anime protag do?

“Would you stop acting like a dazed fool? We’re here.” Marius called out to them. Snapping out of their stupor they hadn’t realized they had even passed into the city. They really needed to start paying attention to their surroundings.

Looking up, they saw Marius standing in front of a pair of doors. On the door there was a large engraved spiral going outwards from the center with door handles that were stone carved heads. Though it looked to be worn down with age, you remembered it that same exact door leading to the throne room in the movie. There were even guards standing next to the door who weren’t telling the two of them to go away. Not understanding why they were there, Micha gave Marius a weird look. Was he some sort of hot shot or something to be able to go to the throne room? But he said they were going “to Mother and Father.” Wait. Did that mean he was a part of the royal family? Were they a part of the royal family? Are they even siblings?

With no further explanations Marius nodded to the guards to open the door. He righted himself and stood with his arms behind his back like some sort of official. Not knowing what to do exactly Micha stood beside him awkwardly. “Stand up straight. It’s not good to slouch in front of the King and Queen.” He chided them, not even looking their way as he did so. They could only roll their eyes and did as he said, trying to push away the slight anxious feeling down in their gut.

With the doors fully opened, Marius sauntered in. Micha on the other hand, couldn’t help but lag behind to take in the wonder of the throne room. “Mother. Father. We’re back.” He went to formally bow but was stopped by a man with an American accent.

"You know you don't need to be so stiff with us, right?" The American called in a teasing tone, coming closer to the two of them. Before them was Milo Thatch who didn’t look a day over 30. He was still lanky like before, but they could see he had grown some amount of muscle required to live here in Atlantis. "My own son, bowing down before me. Come on! Give your old man a hug." He stood Infront of Marius with his arms spread wide, a warm smile on his face. Marius looked like he wanted to resist, but Milo’s smile was too bright, he could only hesitate before slowly sinking into his father’s arms with a face full of embarrassment. Micha almost let out a laugh at the sight, but the daggers sent their way made them look away like they hadn’t seen anything.

Without anything really to look at, their eyes naturally landed on the older yet still charming Kida Nedakh. She hadn’t seemed to age as much either and retain much of her beauty. It felt like there was more of a mature aura around her now, and her hair had grown past her waist. She hadn’t lost the gleam of adventure in her eyes, but her posture told them that she had many years of knowledge under her belt. It must have been the magic of the crystal. Since it helped the Atlanteans be near immortal it must have cause them to physically age at a much slower rate as the years went by.

Kida was so beautiful that when she went to chuckle at the two men, Micha actually felt themselves blush. Feeling flustered they immediately looked down at the ground to avoid eye contact. For people they once thought were fictional, the couple were pretty breath taking to look at. It felt kind of wrong to look at them both for too long. How were you supposed to talk to breath taking people? Heck! How were you supposed to talk to breath taking heroes who were once cartoons? Oh god this was starting to get to real. Reality was starting to crash into them. They took in a shaky breath and held their head to try to regain some sort of ground.

"Michael?" Kida’s smooth voice called above them, bringing them back. Before they had realized it, Kida had made her way in front of them, a look of concern on her face. Usually when the two children would come into the throne room, Micha would always jump in at the prospect of Marius’ embarrassment and join in on the fun. It was odd that they were just standing there looking like they were out of sorts. It worried Kida a bit. “Is there something wrong my dear?”

Realizing their probably out of character behavior, they straightened themselves out and quickly shook their head. They didn’t want to speak out loud incase they’d say something else out of character. Though that probably wasn’t hard because who knew what the previous Micha was like before.

At Micha’s sudden muteness, Milo unwrapped his arms from Marius and went to kneel in front of them. “Are you feelin’ alright pumpkin? Usually you can’t wait to jump on your brother.” He reached to touch their shoulder, but the quick moment had Micha stepping back a bit. Not knowing what he did, Milo looked to be a little hurt by their action. They cursed at themself. Milo was a good guy, but Micha was just thrown into a whole new world with strangers that they didn’t know, and they weren’t really feeling touchy feely right now.

"I…" Micha began. They tried to find some way to explain themselves. Something to possibly relieve the tension, but things were coming up blank.

Seeing their troubles, Marius spoke up, “Michael almost drowned themselves today at the cove.” When the couple gasped in shock he further explained, “There was nothing wrong with them physically. However, they have been acting strange ever since.” Of course, he had to make the situation worse. What did they expect? Since they’ve first met, he’s only been a jerk to them and now, he had to open his big dumb mouth. They gave him a dirty look, hoping it could somehow beat him over the head or something.

Before Micha could look back to see the older couple’s reaction, they were suddenly embraced and cradled like a baby. Kida pulled back enough to try and find any injuries while Milo took to crying in their ear about the thought of his child almost drowning. “Oh, my baby! That must have been horrible! Daddy’s so sorry you had to go through that!” He whaled as his embrace tightened.

“Please… let go.” They squeezed out.

Not hearing them, Milo proceeded to only hug them tighter. So much so that their face started turning blue. Thank god Kida smacked him over the head to let them go or else they would have popped like a balloon. “Can’t you see that they’re suffocating? Let go already.” Realizing his mistake, he gave an awkward laugh and let go.

He stood up besides the two and scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry. Force of habit.” Kida gave him a nod and brought Micha closer to her, rubbing small circles in their back as they gathered their breath.

“No Father. Do go on. I don’t think Micha’s been squished enough.”

“Well if you say it like that, I’d have to say someone else needs more hugs than Micha right now.”

“I prefer to disagree.”

“Aw come on. Not even for your pops?”

“Especially for you, your highness.”

“So cold.”

“Enough you two.”

With all the chaos going around them, Micha didn’t know where to focus exactly. The Nedakh family were so comfortable with each other that they could bounce off each other like pin balls. It made it hard for them to try to interject. They had questions that needed to be answered, and though this little family back and forth was funny, they needed the information now. With renewed confidence they shot out a question on top of their head.

“Are… Are you guys my family?"

…

Oh my god! Micha smacked themselves in the head. Really? The one question to start out with and that was the one they just had to pick? Fuuuck! I’m so screwed.

While Micha was screaming at themselves silently, they hadn’t noticed the room fall silent. It wasn’t until Milo threw his hands up in hysteria that they noticed.

“Oh my god! They don’t remember us! What are we going to do?!?” The room filled with his panic like the world was coming to an end. He grabbed onto Marius and began shaking him wildly back and forth as he dissolved into crazy ramblings. Being the unfortunate victim of his father’s chaos, Marius tried to calm him down but was thrown here and there by Milo’s mysterious strength.

Ignoring the commotion behind the two of them, Kida knelt down on her knees and gently touched Micha’s shoulders. She searched their eyes for something. When she couldn’t seem to find it, her face melted into something of concern and something else that was unreadable.

"Do you really not remember who we are?"

There was something in Kida’s clear blue eyes that made them want to tell the truth, but at the same time they couldn’t. There was no way of telling how all of them would react. What if they thought Micha was some sort of crazy person? Would they be locked up forever because of it? Of course, they knew that Kida and Milo were at least going to hear them out, but would they actually believe a small child?

Micha’s expression scrunched more and more with all the heavy thoughts weighing down their mind. They were so lost in what to do. And they had only just came to this world not even an hour ago.

Seeing the intensity in their face, Kida squeezed their shoulders to get their attention again. She brushed a stray hair behind their ear and without missing a beat she looked them in the eyes and gave the gentlest smile. “Whatever is on your mind. I will listen. Anything you have to say, I will not judge you for it.” The words filled Micha with warmth. Kida was trying to reassure them, and it was somewhat working. Her touch seemed to ground them, calming their nerves and helped them drown out everything else.

Kida and Milo believed in each other to find the truth. And when they found it, they protected it with everything they had. The two of them wouldn’t judge a person just because they said some improbable things and would absolutely listen to them all the way through. Not to mention if Micha wanted to get through this whole situation, these two were probably the best help they could get.

Micha only hesitated for a second longer before gathering up all the courage they had. With tightly clenched hands, they began. “Have you ever heard of reincarnation?”

There was a confusion in Kida’s eyes. It didn’t occur to them that with the crystals help, their people had rarely died out and tended to live for long periods of time. So of course, she had never heard about reincarnation before. In their effort to try to explain it somehow to the older woman they hadn’t realized that things had gotten quiet around them.

"You mean like a rebirth of a soul into a new body?" Milo interjected, suddenly kneeling down besides Kida to join in on the conversation. There was an unseen sparkle in his eye.

Give it to the man who’s a linguist, cartographer, and plumber to also know philosophical concepts. Micha nodded their head, glad to know at least someone knew about what they were talking about.

"Father I don't understand." Marius called behind the two.

"Well, it's a philosophical and religious concept that non-physical essence of a living being starts a new life in a different physical form or body after biological death." Milo began, turning to Marius like he was an audience member. "It's a central tenet of Indian religions, namely Jainism, Buddhism, Sikhism and Hinduism, although there are Hindu groups that don’t believe in reincarnation but believe in an afterlife." God it was like he was a Wikipedia article listing off all the information like a machine. Before he could completely lose himself in his history lesson, Kida cleared her throat to bring him back on track. He coughed awkwardly and faced Micha again, giving them a somewhat serious look. Behind his glasses they could see the scholarly look he had and there was something else behind it too. "Usually reincarnation happens after death, but there have been cases of near-death experiences triggering some sort of past life memories."

It took Kida a bit to catch on, but as she pieced things together her eyes slowly drew back to Micha. A look of astonishment crossed her features. "So, Michael almost drowning-"

"Could have been the trigger for such a thing to an occur, yes." Milo finished.

Marius frowned. "That would explain the amnesia and personality difference."

Giving then all a moment to figure it all out, Micha couldn't help but be surprised on how well they all were taking it. Granted Milo was an exception because he was a history nerd and he liked going deeper into unsolved theories. But they couldn't shake the feeling of guilt. The whole thing about transmigration was that the original host had to die for them to use the previous owner’s body. Meaning they had basically lost their own flesh and blood and was now met with a stranger wearing their skin. Just the thought of it all made them feel sick to their stomach.

"Micha, my sweet child." Kida called to them, pulling them into her arms with a warm embrace. The sudden hug gave them a start and on reflex their whole body stiffened. As you've probably guessed, they were never one for close contact. Whether or not that was the social awkwardness from their previous life or just the fact that they were guilt stricken, they just didn't know. Though the longer they were in her arms, the more they seemed to relax. It didn't even take two minutes before they just accepted it and leaned into Kida's touch. "No matter who you are, whoever memories you possess, or whoever you feel like being, I will always love you to the absolute core." She held them with a delicate firmness, careful to let them break free whenever they wanted to but still showing that she wanted to be as close as possible. She was so close in fact, that they could smell the remnants of the sea in her hair mixed in with a dull scent of bitter incense. She had been nothing but kind to them since they've shown up and it really moved them. They could hear the sincerity in her words as they hit their heart. All in all, it almost made Micha want to hug her back. And they did. They slowly yet surely snaked their arms around her waist and returned her hug, earning them a soft chuckle from the older woman.

"Yeah! It won't change the fact that you're our little troublemaker. And heck we'll just have to spend more time with each other to get to know one other better." Milo cheered as he ruffled their hair. At the amazed look they gave him, he laughed and gave them a quick side squeeze before wrapping his arm around Kida's waist.

Milo and Kida shared a look before they turned their attention to Marius, who was staying in the back with his arms crossed. It wasn’t surprising he was distant. He was the closest in age to the original “Micha” and probably spent the most time with them before the incident. To his stand-offish attitude, Milo and Kida began a physic chat with him through only their eyes. It wasn't until he gave a heavy sigh that they knew he had lost. He came over and knelt in front of Micha, putting his finger right on their forehead. "You may not have been "Micha" before, but you are "Micha" now. We're family now and will be for a long time." He pushed his finger hard enough on their forehead to make a mark and chuckled when Micha grumbled in pain. He looked away triumphantly when his mother gave a scolding look. Even though the poke had hurt a lot, Micha couldn’t help the smile that spread across their face. They didn't want to admit it but right from the beginning he had already acted like their big brother through and through. Just the thought made them burst out in laughter.

Their laugh was infectious and soon everyone was laughing along, filling the atmosphere with a relaxing warmth. Micha took the opportunity to look at each of their family members, taking them in. It felt right to let them into their walls. The journey was quite a hard one, and maybe just maybe they could get through it okay with their family by their side.

When the laughter died down Milo gave an excited grin, holding out his hand for Micha to take. “Now that we’ve got things straighten out, how about we go sit down and talk more? We could even show you around to get used to the scenery and everything!”

Micha gave one look at his hand and grinned. Grabbing on with a firm grip, they looked up at him smiling ear to ear. “Let’s go Dad.”

One couldn’t hear it, but Milo’s heart seemed to explode from the cuteness that was Micha. He couldn’t help but cover his chest and take a breath before slowly leading them off. The others following close behind.

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Her Royal Highness - Chapter 2

Mal spent the rest of the day hiding far from home. The last few hours, in particular, were under the bridge she'd planned to vandalize that morning. In between the steel supports for the bridge was a small hole about twice the diameter of a car tire. It grew narrower the further back it receded and was about two and a half feet deep. The end of the hole was rounded so if she tucked her legs up she could fit snugly into the dirt. When passersby walked above her, their footsteps would shake the dust from above her. She could hear snippets of conversation float down. Mal had wondered vaguely at first if she'd hear Jay, Carlos, or Evie walk above her, but so far, she hadn't heard anything.

In the dark, Mal chewed on her hair, a nasty habit of hers she'd started a few years ago, and twiddled her fingers around each other as she fumed. She was so mad she couldn't even think. All her life she'd wanted two things: freedom, and her mom's support. Mal wasn't even allowed to use her mother's full name since she wasn't evil enough. And truth be told, Mal didn't know if she'd ever be evil enough. Ever since her failed plot to force Evie to sleep for 1000 years back when she was twelve and Evie was sixteen, she'd known there was something different in her that set her apart from everyone else on the Isle. Something she didn't particularly enjoy, that made her more attached to her gang members as more than just pawns and that kept her up at night listing all the things she could change if only she would be given the chance. She just wasn't sure what to call it.

At twilight, the dirty river started to smell different as the temperature outside began to drop a little. Pollution in the air underneath the barrier caused extreme temperature changes on ground level. She turned her head to watch the light levels change over time. There was dirt down the back of her jacket and in her hair and in her shoes. She wondered if her mother was right and if there might already be palace guards surrounding their house, ready to execute her to free the prince from any blood obligations. On that note, she had no idea how the palace would react. Did they still do the death row? That seemed awfully dark for a country full of heroes. Then again, they did imprison everyone who didn't fit into society onto an island for them to battle it out amongst themselves. They didn't seem overly concerned for any children on the Isle, even though she knew many of them were recorded with, recognized and noticed by the crown.

The shadows under the bridge grew sharper and Mal began to uncurl herself. She crawled through the small hole and grabbed the underside of the bridge to haul herself out the rest of the way and then swing her body up. She grabbed the rusty railing and pulled a numb leg up. She couldn't feel her entire lower back. Once she wasn't dangling up above the smelly water, she stretched her arms up above her head and arched her back.

Mal took her time going home. After all, the sooner she went home, the sooner she'd have to face the idea that her life was about to either change forever or end entirely. And that wasn't an easy pill to swallow. She took the back ways home and soon found herself raising a hand to twist the doorknob when a thought occurred to her.

Her mother was delusional, after all. There may be a likelihood that she had simply made up cursing the prince and whatever had actually happened in Ben's interview with the Fairy Godmother was a fluke completely unrelated to a curse. Maybe, despite what the palace had said, Prince Benjamin was sick? After all, how could Maleficent have cursed the crown when she was sent to the Isle months before Belle and Adam had ascended the throne?

Mal twisted the doorknob and entered. Everyone in the room looked up at her. She stopped momentarily at the attention, then did her best to draw a half-lidded, bored sort of blank stare. Evie, Jay, and Carlos all rose to their feet at once, and that's when Mal noticed all her things had been packed into a ragged purple suitcase and her one-strapped backpack. The sight chilled her more than she could admit. She wondered who'd done that.

"M?" Evie asked. Mal's eyes shot back to her and took in the concern in her blue-haired friend, who wore a blue t-shirt and a blue plaid skirt.

"Sup," Mal said. She looked away from Jay and Carlos and instead turned to examine her dirt-clogged nails.

"Stomp your feet off." The Evil Queen said softly. None of the villains were meeting her eyes. Mal felt a heavy weight fall on her shoulders. They thought Maleficent was serious. The back of her throat grew hot as Mal began to feel angry. This wasn't fair. Maleficent had no proof of what she'd done… yet.

Mal stomped her feet off and brown dirt fluttered out of her hair and jacket. She scowled and shook her head. "I'm going to go change." She snapped and stormed past Evie.

"Your clothes are down here," Jay called after her. Mal stopped mid-march, turned on her heel, unzipped her suitcase and pulled an outfit out before she began to march straight upstairs. No one called after her.

Upstairs, she shook all the dust out of her clothes and hair. She rinsed her hands off in cold water and then got re-dressed in a new, not dirty outfit.

She stalked down the stairs quietly and paused to listen outside the room everyone else was still in. There were whispers, but they were too low to make out. No one was stupid enough to let their voices carry in the room. She walked around the corner and observed the scene before her. Everyone was whispering amongst their parents in separate little groups of two. She walked over to the dining table and took a seat on it, whipping a chair around with her foot to use as a footrest.

"Where's my mom?" She asked Jafar, who was closest.

He wouldn't meet her eyes either.

"Napping," Cruella answered for him. Evie took a seat at the table.

"Mal," She started. "What's going on?"

Mal rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna be honest, I think it was a fluke. I mean, how could mom have cursed the crown when all the heroes were keeping an eye on her? And why didn't they find the curse twenty years ago when he was born?" She shrugged. "She may have just imagined cursing it. Mom's a little wonky anyway."

Carlos and Evie were nodding along to her words, but everyone else remained still. The muscles in Jay's arms were taut. Mal knew he was worried, but it wasn't as if he could tell her that with the villains so close by. Jay was the oldest partner of the four. He'd been with her since the beginning.

The thing was, this whole mess could really swing both ways. Maleficent could have dreamed it all up. Or, this could have been her backup plan all along. There was no way to tell until the palace themselves confirmed or denied it. But Mal didn't want to believe it.

She was her mom's daughter, a villainess. They wouldn't toss her out to the heroes, right?

"Besides," She started up again, her voice growing bolder and bolder. "Mom wouldn't sell me out like that. She needs me here to keep everyone in check. And she cares about me, in her own crazy way. Mom wouldn't just throw me out."

A loud and harsh knock echoed around the room. Everyone's eyes shot to the door. It was only a knock, but with such strength that it sounded like someone was trying to break in. Mal's throat went dry and doubts began to form in the back of her mind, but she quickly swept them away.

Maleficent appeared at the top of the creaky spiral staircase, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Answer the door!" She hollered. Carlos jumped towards the entryway and undid the bolt before he turned the handle. The door knocked against the wall with a rattle and a clang. Outside was a tall man with a neat orange mustache who was dressed in royal blues and another man, equally tall, with dark sunglasses.

"Evening son." He directed this at Carlos. "May I please step inside?" Carlos wilted away from the tall man and his hard, angry eyes. Evil Queen, Jafar, and Cruella all stood to stare at the man. Mal felt her heart slow down and began to panic as the man ducked under the frame of the door and came to stand in front of the table. A gun rested on his hip and the floorboards shook when he stepped. His accomplice followed him into the room with his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. Outside, more soldiers were standing. Mal stared at them with wide eyes as the edge of the table broke off under her vice-like grip. Maleficent cackled in excitement as she hurried across the floor. Thump, thump, thump, across the floorboards. Hopefully, the neighbors wouldn't mind.

"Glorious! I was expecting you here tomorrow, but tonight will do." She pushed through her villainous counterparts and spread her arms wide as if welcoming the strangers to their very small apartment. The man only glared.

"Maleficent," He spat. "I am here to collect your daughter by order of the crown." The man's eyes darted to eye up both Evie and Mal, as if to see which one she was. It was dreadfully obvious, as Evie had an apple charm in her hair and the back of her shirt was inscribed with 'The Fairest of Them All'. The man stared at Mal with contempt.

"Yes, of course, of course!" Maleficent sang as she walked around Mal and put her hands on her shoulders. She kicked Mal's footstool out from under her as she walked past and Mal almost fell forward in shock. "Here she is, right here, and her things are over there." Maleficent took a hand from Mal's shoulder momentarily to point towards Mal's still open suitcase before she went back to holding onto Mal's shoulders. Mal suspected her mom thought she would run. Instead, she felt like she was going to throw up.

The man in sunglasses frowned and examined her. Mal's lower lip quivered. He took the shades off. He had dark brown hair and an oblong face shape. Clean-shaven, but with neat sideburns. He seemed to be a second-in-command of some sort.

"Lovely." The red-head spat. He snapped his fingers and a man emerged from the hall in the same uniform, but with less insignia. He went and picked up Mal's backpack and suitcase, pausing only to zip her suitcase up. They obviously were not very heavy to him. Maleficent pushed Mal off of the table and spun her around. She kissed both of Mal's cheeks with sickening joy.

"Bye, sweetie!" She cheered and shoved Mal forward. Mal stumbled through Jafar and Evie and stared at the imposing man in front of her. He glared down his nose at her. Evie hugged Mal from behind, and Mal became aware that Evie's face was very wet as the taller girl buried her face in Mal's shoulder and sniffled once before leaning back. Jay hugged her too, but Mal was too numb to hug him back. She could scarcely remember to wrap her arms around Carlos before the white-haired kid stepped back.

The guards stood stone-still and looked around. "Any other goodbyes?" The second-in-command asked. No one moved. After a few seconds, the two men moved forward and planted their hands on Mal's arms. One on each elbow, one on each shoulder. They began to march her to the door.

Mal whipped her head around and called: "Mom." The guards didn't stop, and Maleficent only waved with a sickeningly sweet smile on her lips. "Bring home the gold!" She crooned, holding up two fingers to her eyes and making a motion like she was watching Mal. Soon, they'd walked out the door and out of sight of her mom. The man holding her things was last out the door. Soldiers fell into formation on every side. In front of her, behind her, everywhere. Many had narrowed eyes as they examined her ratty hair and the smudges on her face. For the first time in her life, Mal felt more like facing the ground than looking at the world around her. Her chin felt heavy as she internally begged herself to keep a stiff upper lip.

They marched her down to the area in front of her house, where two pristine white limos were waiting atop the broken street. People had gathered in the square and were shocked to see Maleficent's daughter, pale-white with fright, being led to the vehicle. Mal's head whipped around to stare up at her home, and she watched as the now seven residents looked back at her with stony expressions. Evie was trying to stay her tears without touching her face and ruining her makeup. Carlos was trying to not cry. Dark shadows covered Jay's face so much should couldn't read his expression. Her mother looked gleeful. Mal set her jaw so her teeth wouldn't clatter together.

One soldier with a large gun stepped inside the first one as everyone headed towards the second. It was clear they had all expected a little more of a fight. The two guards holding her shoved her into the limo and the door locked from the outside. A deep, closed-in feeling settled around her chest. At the same time, it felt like a knife had cut the skin above her ribs. Not enough to draw blood, but only to sting. That's when she realized that this must be what betrayal feels like.

The soldier sat on the opposite side of the limo with his gun held at the ready. His finger was braced over the safety switch. Mal swallowed, sank back into the seat, and did her best to ignore him as she heard the sounds of car doors closing. The car began to move. Mal imagined she could hear her mother's cackle and clenched her fists. If wishes came true in Auradon, Mal swore on her name that her one wish would be revenge on her mother for this horrid plot.

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They hauled her out of the car to stay in some ruddy hotel overnight. Apparently, Auradon city was much further away than it looked from the Isle. Mal didn't see the two commanders, but the soldier company escorted her in and out. Mal fiddled around in the back of the car and nibbled on some candies they had back there because she was sure she was going to starve to death before they let her actually meet the royal family. Finally, she figured out how to roll down the little screen that separated her and the guards in front who were driving. There were only two. The second car was in front of them.

"Hey." Mal drawled in an exhausted tone, leaning into the driver's compartment a tad. "How long does this trip last?"

For a moment, they both ignored her, and then the man in the passenger seat sighed and turned around to face her a little. It was the dark-haired man with the sunglasses. "It's only a two-hour trip from the Isle to Auradon. But the gates to the palace close at nine and open at seven. Safety reasons. We were sent out at six-thirty to get you. They were closed before we got off the Isle. That's why we stopped for the night. We'll be at Beast Castle's Gates in about 15 minutes."

"15 minutes?" Mal asked, alarmed.

The man nodded. He observed her panic with a curious look, so she quickly masked her expression. "That means less than thirty minutes before we meet the royal family at the palace doors." He told her as she curled her nails into her palms. They still had dirt underneath them from the day before.

Mal sat down so they couldn't see her face and took a few seconds to compose herself. Before she rolled the window back up, she leaned back up and said: "Hey, thanks."

"No problem." The man said, even though he didn't turn around to see her again.

She rolled up the window and moved around in the small space. She noticed another window leading to the outside and wandered over to inspect it. It was unlocked. Mal rolled it down and peered outside. Fresh air spilled into the car, and she gasped. She hadn't ever smelt air like this before. There were beautiful trees and plants outside and pretty houses with porch swings and decorated mailboxes. She examined her reflection in the car rear-view mirror. Her hair was messy, and there was dirt smudged on her cheek. Mal tried to rub it away, but it only smeared.

The window connecting her to the drivers rolled down and a hand appeared holding a handkerchief. She blinked at it for a few seconds and then moved over to grab it. She wiped at the area where the dirt was and then handed it back up. "Thanks again." She told the man in the passenger seat as he put on a pair of wire-rim shades.

"No problem." He repeated and tucked the handkerchief into his pocket. She returned to her spot by the window and let the wind tangle her hair even more.

So, they were going to let her meet the royal family after all. Surprising. She wondered what their plans were. It was still doubtful the king and queen would allow their only son to be openly married to a villainesses' daughter, even if it was required for him to ascend the throne. Doubtful even more so that they'd give her any sort of power to bring her mother over. And even if they did give her any sort of power, Mal wasn't sure she would ever bring her mother over. Why would she? It sounded like the perfect response to her mother burying her in this mess; leave her to rot and descend into madness even more. Mal examined her nails. A hole had formed in her heart, and she wanted, needed even, to move on. In her head, she labeled Maleficent as a thing of the past and went back to wondering about the future.

She wondered if they would marry her to him in absolute secrecy and then kill her directly after the ceremony. Entirely possible, though she still didn't know if Auradon had the backbone to kill people. She frowned and moved once more to the driving window. She rolled it down and drummed her fingers for a few seconds before she cleared her throat.

"Hey?" She asked the guy in the passenger seat. He moved his head, acknowledging he'd heard her. "Um," Mal began. "Does Auradon do death row?"

The confusion the two guards shared was palpable. The passenger seat guy turned around and pushed his sunglasses down his nose as he studied her while the driver adjusted the rear-view mirror to see her. It was the same tall, mustached guy from last night.

"Why do you ask?" The helpful one asked.

"I'm… just wondering." Mal trailed off. "Like, are they gonna execute me?"

The guy took off his shades and blinked at her. "You're sixteen." He said. Mal shifted uncomfortably. "They're not going to execute a sixteen-year-old, especially after having to remove her from an extremely dangerous island in a mission that took over ten hours in all. If they wanted you dead, they would have hired a sniper. Except Auradon doesn't do death row. Or assassins. They just send them to the Isle of the Lost."

Mal sighed. "They can't exactly do that to me." She twiddled her thumbs.

"Yeah." The guy said. He slid his shades back on. "To be honest I don't know what their plans are. If it helps quell your nerves at all, I'm pretty sure there's a line in your mom's spell that outlines your safety, briefly though."

"Really?" Mal asked. So, Mom had at least thought of Auradon possibly executing her. That was comforting. Sort of. Still, Mal wasn't going to do anything for her mother.

"There's a line in Auradon's wedding treaty about that too." The driver said in an extremely gruff tone.

Mal sighed and turned to face away from them. She slid down the wall of the diving screen. "I don't want to think about that." She moaned as she unwrapped a small chocolate from the limo stash.

Passenger seat guy slid his shades off again and began to fiddle with the arms of them. "How much of this do you know about exactly?" He asked Mal. "You seem as confused as everyone else."

Mal shrugged. "I sorta found out yesterday." She admitted.

"Yesterday?" The driver asked in disbelief, looking over his shoulder for a second incredulously. "Your mom's had this thing going for almost twenty-five years and she told you yesterday?"

"How much do you know?" Mal snapped back. "I didn't exactly get the full run-down before she threw me to you lot."

There was no answer. Mal sighed and put her head down in her hands.

"Wow." The driver said after several long moments of silence. "That seems a little too harsh."

"Yeah," the other guard agreed. He slid his sunglasses on and took a deep breath. "Don't worry about it anymore, kid." He told Mal. "Hopefully we can figure something out and you can go back home soon."

"If the palace doesn't kill me, Mom will for coming home empty-handed." Mal blurted out. Neither of the guards said anything. After a while, she moved to the outside window again for the last time. The driver rolled up the dividing window, which was fine with Mal since she didn't want to talk to them anyway.

The car interior was nice with grey seats that were squishy and firm. It smelled like soap and there were little cupholders beside each car. Underneath the window was the collection of candies in small glass dishes that Mal had been snitching from. If she'd been on the Isle still, she would have stolen them and pawned them off for something of real use. Mal filled one of her cupholders with hard, fruit-tasting candies and chocolates, which she snacked on as she watched the outside world pass by. One of the guards kept a careful eye on her from the side-view mirror. She ignored him.

All too soon, the scenery changed and there were no more little houses with pretty swings and mailboxes. Instead, the world became acres of well-maintained trees and flowerbeds. Mal knew instinctively they were coming up on the palace. The outside world lost its luster after that. She rolled up her window and ate her candy in silent misery, stuffing her pockets full of bits and pieces to horde.

The windows, while heavily tinted, were still see-though. When she felt the car begin to slow down, she glanced through the foggy glass and saw a number of figures outside. It looked like the royal family had brought an army. Or the other car had already unloaded and the company of soldiers was waiting for them. She groaned softly and wiped a finger on the outsides of her mouth to make sure it was clean.

The car stopped. She heard the two soldiers up front get out of the car and moved to stand in front of the still-locked door. The door opened and she was momentarily blinded by the sun shining in her face, but then the two guards reached in and pulled her to a standing position and the sunglasses one effectively shielded her from the sun.

In front of her was the crown prince, dressed in a long-sleeve, button-up blue shirt, and black slacks. Four guards stood at the ready in case she wanted to try anything. He looked very surprised to see her. His mouth was open a little and his eyes were flickering up and down her frame. He looked handsome enough. Sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, a nice tan. He gave her an awkward smile that held something in it she'd never seen on the Isle before. Behind Prince Benjamin was Queen Belle, dressed in a yellow air dress, and King Adam, in a suit. Around them were many, many loitering guards with big guns and lethal glares.

Mal steeled her back and crossed her arms as the prince came to his senses and shook himself back to reality.

"Um, hi," He began flatly. Many of the guards exchanged glances and chuckled. Mal raised her eyebrows and averted her gaze. The prince's cheeks took on a red tone. "It's nice to meet you..." He walked a few paces past his bodyguards and stuck out his hand as he tried to meet her icy gaze without freezing.

"Hm, Mal. Best of circumstances, of course," She gave a sarcastic little half-smirk as the nicer guard released her right arm, so she could shake his hand. She noticed when he held on for half a second longer and snatched her hand away to rip him from his daze. The hand on her arm was promptly replaced. She sighed inwardly.

Prince Benjamin cleared his throat awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess it could be better. I'm Ben." He shrugged.

"No Benjamin?" She asked. He shook his head. Mal tilted her head and continued her half-smirk. "I hope you don't have a speech planned, because I need to use the bathroom."

The Prince opened his mouth, but no words came out. Instead, his father piped up. "Did you have a nice trip?" He asked.

"Oh, splendid." The smirk vanished from Mal's face. She began to frown. "Ripped away from my home and my life gone down the drain in less than a day." The two guards shifted uncomfortably, almost simultaneously.

King Adam didn't appear sympathetic in the least bit. He was fixing her with the exact cold, heartless look she'd imagined him wearing as he locked the villains on the Isle of the Lost. She'd seen it once on TV as a kid and never again since. "Well, hopefully, you and your mother will think about that next time."

Belle swatted his arm and frowned without removing her eyes from Mal. The older queen looked confused, to say the least. She seemed to be trying to take everything about Mal in. "Wasn't she supposed to be a bit older?" She whispered to no one in particular.

The commanding officer who held Mal's left arm in a vice grip cleared his throat. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, she appears to know as much as we do, if not less."

This appeared to be news to the entire guard and royal family, who all wore varying degrees of shock on their faces. The officer continued: "She told us her mother informed her around the same time we arrived to take her away."

Belle finally spoke up, voice wavering slightly. "She had no knowledge of the curse?" She asked.

"It would appear that way." The guard replied.

King Adam still appeared skeptical. "What do you say to all this?" He boomed at Mal.

Mal was not to be intimidated by the former beast. "Is it going to be any different for you to hear it from me instead of him?" She asked.

The king looked extremely annoyed. "Goodness gracious-" He began, but Belle shushed him.

The second guard laughed. "She's quite spunky. Interesting personality." He patted Mal's arm, lessening his grip a great deal.

"I can tell." King Adam responded with a glare folding his fingers together and popping all the joints in them at the same time.

"Dear." Belle snapped at him. It appeared she was still conflicted, trying to pick the right side when she couldn't be sure if Mal was lying or not.

"One more thing before we leave." The nice guard continued. He moved his arm to slide his shades down his nose. As he peered over the rims, he said: "She was very concerned you were only bringing her to Auradon to execute her."

Mal wished he hadn't have said that. She immediately turned her gaze skyward and pretended to be bored. Bored is the hardest expression to see through. If all they wanted to see was a villain, that was all they would see. That was all she'd let them see.

"Execute her?" Belle repeated, sounding horrified.

"Oh, we don't do that." The prince said directly to her. She moved her gaze to his collarbone and watched his mouth move out of the corner of her eye. "That's something the villains do." He continued. Mal made a sound that was a cross between a snort and a scoff. The prince and guards looked at her curiously.

Belle pulled her arm out from her husband's elbow and drifted closer to Mal. "You don't have to worry about that, dear. We're just trying to reach a, um, compromise." She motioned for the guards to remove their hands from her. They did, and Mal rubbed her shoulders.

"We're going to break the curse and then you can go home." King Adam growled.

"My mother will kill me if I go home," Mal responded automatically. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, spitting that out in front of the royal family.

"Not… really? Would she?" Ben asked in disbelief.

Mal rolled her eyes. "Are those words going to mean anything other than what I said if I repeat them?" She asked. Ben looked too shocked to answer.

Belle tried to salvage the situation. "We'll figure something out." She said, even though she didn't sound very sure. She looped her arm through Adam's. "Gentlemen, you're dismissed. Honey, we need to show Mal to her room."

"Yes, of course," Adam grumbled. He made a motion for Mal to follow them as they began to walk back to the castle. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure she was following and then refused to look at her. Most of the crowd dispersed, and only seven guards remained to follow her as she trailed behind the King and Queen. Prince Ben hurried to walk beside her.

"Is there anything we can do for you, Mal?" He asked as he gained a comfortable stride to match her pace.

"Again, a bathroom would be lovely. Also, not being magically bound to you and still being without a death guarantee would be nice. No offense." She smirked at the tall blonde beside her.

"None taken." He replied with a small smile. "To be honest, I feel the same way. Unfortunately, it's not that simple." He jumped to open the door to the castle for her and his parents.

Mal glared at him and furrowed her brow as she slipped through. One of the guards rushed forward to hold the door so Ben could rejoin the group. "What do you mean?" She asked in a hard tone.

Belle cleared her throat awkwardly as she led the group up the stairs in the main entryway. Mal's eyes flitted left and right to briefly take in the elegant entryway, but she was too engrossed by the conversation to take it in much. "We've already been in contact with the Fairy Godmother," Belle said softly. "She has arranged a team of people trying to rip the curse apart, but they've already admitted they don't even know where to start. The curse has many layers and is very complicated. As of right now, it's a hopeless cause." At the top of the stairs where a large doorway was, a hallway ran parallel to the room. They turned right and soon the front doors were out of sight.

A deep feeling clouded Mal's head. She felt like she was going to be sick. "So, we're stuck?" She asked and started to bite her cheek. She felt very lightheaded.

"Unfortunately, yes," Belle responded. She didn't sound nearly as angry as King Adam about that fact. Mal looked up and met the queen's brown eyes as the older woman studied her. She swallowed.

"What's the plan, then?" She questioned her shoes.

"We, um, were hoping…" Queen Belle responded uncertainly. However, she was abruptly cut off by Ben.

"Here we are!" The prince announced in a high voice. He gestured to a large door, but Mal was not to be distracted.

"You were hoping… what?" She narrowed her eyes and examined each of them, digging in her heels and straightening her stance.

The entire royal family was looking distinctly uncomfortable, and Mal had the feeling it was entirely her fault. Belle cleared her throat again. "We admit, we weren't expecting someone your age who had been equally hurt by Maleficent's curse. Much less someone who wasn't bent on becoming queen. On the contrary, we thought we'd have to hold you off of him, hence the guards." Belle gestured to the few guards who'd followed them up and were busy pretending to not be listening in to their conversation. "We were hoping to marry you quietly and grant you impartial rights to the kingdom so you couldn't bring your mother over while we scrambled to undo the curse."

Mal felt genuinely betrayed. How unfair. "You're actually going to make us get married? Doesn't Auradon have things to protect against this?"

King Adam jumped to defend his country's integrity. "The curse is over 20 years old and is technically hereditary. That means-"

"It's 200 times harder to break." Mal sighed. She looked away from everyone and examined the end of the corridor. The rules of curses and enchantments had been recited to her one too many times.

"Yes." Adam agreed. "How much do you know about magic?"

Mal snorted. "I live on an Island with a Magical barrier around it. My mother is insane and unstable and recites magic laws in her sleep. The most she and I can do is light our eyes up. Believe me, we've tried." She crossed her arms and dug her toes into the carpet as she leaned against the wall.

Ben looked extremely awkward as he rubbed his shoe against the floor. "Technically, you don't have to marry me. Except then I wouldn't be able to be king and we'd have to make a public explanation of some sort." He coughed and retreated a little.

"This is barbaric!" Mal protested with a frown. She balled her fists up and bit her lower lip. "Doesn't Auradon have laws to protect against this?"

"They're not specific enough," Ben answered immediately. "But in the future, we should definitely enforce regular spell checks to ensure that things like this don't slip by unnoticed. I'm not sure why we didn't start out doing that-" Ben suddenly clamped his mouth shut and looked very embarrassed. "But Mom and Dad did do a great job helping Auradon startup. It sure wasn't easy to do everything they did."

"This is so unfair..." Mal sighed as she turned away from the family.

"Tell that to your mother," Adam muttered under his breath.

Mal glared at him. "Sure." She snapped. "I'll let her know as soon as this whole thing is over and I'm sent back to your orchestrated prison so you never have to think about how I'm costing you your throne again. Maybe I'll be able to get the words out before she slits my neck or bashes my brains across the sidewalk for not bringing her over because believe me when I say I'm leaving her to rot!"

Belle opened her mouth again as Adam swelled with rage. "We'll have to go back to the drawing board, as they say." She rested a hand on Adam's shoulder. "We truly weren't expecting someone who wasn't planning on riding this curse to its full effects." There was an apology in her tone, and this was what Mal latched onto.

Adam jumped in, however, and Mal felt a headache form. Did the king and queen have to be such polar opposites? "Do think about it though. We know it's not the best situation, but the kingdom is already rampant with rumors, and-"

"Don't trouble her with any of that." Queen Belle commanded quietly. "This isn't something that should concern the kingdom. This is her whole life we're talking about. She needs to make her own decision." With these words, Mal finally garnered the courage to look up and examine Belle.

Mal had never met a woman like the queen, who was willing to put aside differences and first meetings to help console a teenager whose life was being rearranged. Mal managed a smile at the queen, who seemed surprised, but smiled back anyway.

"We'll try and come up with new ideas of course." King Adam babbled on as Belle started to lead him away.

"Of course we will," Belle said. "And now Mal can be a part of the proceedings. But let's go now. Mal needs to use the restroom, and probably shower too."

"Thank you, Ma'am," Mal said softly. The queen smiled softly and turned to lead her husband away by his elbow. All of the guards followed without order or gesture.

Ben moved out of the doorframe as Mal moved closer to the door. Before she could turn the knob, he began to speak. "Y'know, I won't hold it against you if you choose to not marry me. I'll understand."

Mal blinked. The young prince refused to meet her eyes as pink filled his cheeks. "You know…" She began with a sarcastic smirk. "…in most places they would call that a guilt trip."

Ben's eyes flitted up and met hers. There was no magic in that proverbial contact. "No offense, I'm kind of surprised to meet a villain kid like you."

Mal furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?" She questioned.

He held up his hands in defense. "Not interested in taking over the world for starters. How did Maleficent raise a kid like you?"

Mal chuckled dryly, and it was about that time it occurred to her that her throat was unbelievably dry. That must be why she felt so light-headed. "Usually I'm interested." She admitted as she licked her lips. They were beginning to become chapped. "But forced marriage to the crown prince is slightly more important, you know?" She pinched her fingers together to exemplify exactly how minutely important this was.

Ben laughed, which startled Mal because so far, none of the royals had thought her sarcasm was funny. "Yeah, I guess I can see that." He chuckled.

Mal cocked her head at him and examined his stance. The way he clung to the wall and searched her hostile stance made her furrow her lips in thought. "You're not very confident in yourself, are you?" She asked.

Ben shrugged and looked overall uncomfortable with the question. "I dunno." He trailed off. "I'm still learning the rungs, you know."

Mal watched as he shifted his weight from foot to foot and let his gaze flicker between her eyes, her collarbone, and the floor. "Yeah. Whatever. Anyways, I need to take a shower now." Mal reached for the handle.

"Right!" Ben reached out and opened the door for her, narrowly avoiding hitting her in the nose. "Bye." He waved with a small, embarrassed smile as she ducked under his arm.

"Bye." She waved in return and stepped inside.

The door swung closed, and she fell against the heavy wooden entrance in exhaustion. On the other side of the door, she heard a soft whisper of: "Nice to meet you too." Before footsteps carried the speaker away. She laughed a little. The remark hadn't been mean, or angry, only intrigued. Mal turned and couldn't stop an odd smile that spread around her mouth as she pressed her ear to the door, wondering if she'd hear more muttering from the Prince. There was none, but Mal was still intrigued. What an interesting collection of people.

#descendants #ben and mal #fanfic

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writer-dreams · 5 years

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Polyjuice Potion (Part 2) (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Hiiii! This is the second installment of the Polyjuice Potion fanfic.

Part 1 / End

@bennie-badeend (Here's your little update tag)

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: You choose

Note: Angst? Possible swearing, friends being arses. The reader is female (she/her). This story occurs waaay after the first part to the Half Blood Prince. I am aware that Dumbledore died near the end of the year but I'm gonna change it so it is around mid-year. I also know that the Death Eaters fled after Dumbledore's death but I'm gonna change it so that Draco stays behind because he needs to finish his studies. Draco also acts totally normal afterwards because he knows that if he acts different, people will notice and begin to suspect something is up with him.

Word Count: 1,253 words

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Third Person POV

Harry couldn’t believe his eyes, what the hell did he just witness?! He recalled Dumbledore’s body falling off the astronomy tower and Snape’s cold, apathetic eyes as he struck Dumbledore with the Death Curse. He was angry with himself for ever trusting Snape and thinking that he was a decent person. Harry sprinted down the halls, searching for his friends to tell them what he had saw and to warn them. Hell, if (Y/n) knew how dangerous Malfoy was, would she break up with him? He couldn’t stand the thought of someone he deeply cared about being in the hands of someone so…foul. Someone like Draco Malfoy. As he entered the Great Hall, he sighed in relief as he saw Hermione and Ron sitting at the Gryffindor table. Someone came up behind him and elbowed him out of the way. Harry looked up to see Malfoy sneering down at him.

“Watch where you’re standing, Potter.” Malfoy snarled. Harry watched Malfoy strut to the Slytherin table, where (Y/n) was already waiting for him. Harry felt sick, he was still in shock and the sight of one of his best friends with his worst enemy was a horrific sight. He sighed and rushed to the Gryffindor table, where his friends exchanged confused looks as to why he looked so tired and upset.

“Harry, is something wrong? You look upset.” Hermione asked.

“M-Malfoy is a….a…..D-Death Eater.” Harry managed to stutter out, “He-e was s-suppose to k-kill D-Dumbledore but S-Snape killed him i-instead.”

Ron and Hermione shared shocked looks as they stared at him.

“Are you sure?” Ron said, uncertain.

“I saw the Dark Mark.” Harry confirmed.

“So…Malfoy is a death eater and Dumbledore is dead. Great. What else can go bloody wrong?!” Ron said.

“(Y/n)’s dating a death eater. She’s in danger. Malfoy is loyal to Voldemort now, he could easily take her to Voldemort or something. Or worse, he’ll kill her.” Harry warned.

“You’re right. Malfoy’s dangerous.” Ron nodded.

“I have an idea.” Harry proposed, “Polyjuice Potion. We all know that (Y/n) won’t break up with Malfoy so I think that someone uses Polyjuice to change into her and break up with him. It has to be done tonight though. The sooner the better. Plus, (Y/n) is busy doing her homework in the library. She won’t be back for hours.”

“Are you insane, Harry?!” Hermione nearly shouted, “This is our FRIEND! Why should we be the ones deciding who she dates or not?! Who are we to invade on her privacy and her life?! Who are we to control her?!”

“She’s in DANGER, Hermione! Can’t you see that?! We need to do this so that we can protect her before something really bad happens to her!” Harry cried.

“Come on, Hermione. Do you really want to see (Y/n) hurt because of Malfoy? Or even worse, dead?” Ron pressured.

Hermione could not express in words how she felt. There were so many emotions swirling inside her; anger, shock, horror, confusion among other things. She felt nauseous as she thought over the plan Harry had suggested. It was so wrong…so so wrong. She couldn’t stomach the thought of ruining her friend’s life. However, Harry did have a point. Draco Malfoy was a death eater and that meant danger for (Y/n). He had already almost killed multiple people at the school. He hexed Katie Bell, poisoned Ron and almost killed Dumbledore if Snape hadn’t done it instead. She couldn’t imagine seeing (Y/n) dead on the floor, killed because of Malfoy. All of this finally pushed her towards her final verdict; “Fine. I’ll do it.”

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The smell of a polyjuice potion was never pleasant. However, when the golden trio has last made this potion, (Y/n)’s smelt wonderful. It had smelt of pleasant (favorite scent). Now the potion was a dark, mucky brown instead of the pretty (f/c) it was last time. It smelt of smoke and other unpleasant scents that Hermione would rather not describe. It was as if the potion itself knew that this was wrong. Hermione stared at the potion in her hand, hesitant to carry out the plan.

“Well, go on then. Drink up.” Harry ushered.

“We need to do this. For (Y/n).” Ron said.

Hermione nodded and gathering up all of her courage, she tilted the vial back and swallowed the potion. Instantly, she felt sick and rushed into of the bathroom stalls as she felt the changes occur. Her brown, bushy hair changed into a (h/c) (hairstyle). Her brown eyes changed into (e/c) eyes (Ignore this part if your eyes are already brown). All she could think of while these changes occurred was how she was going to beg for forgiveness from (Y/n).

The changes finally stopped and Hermione stepped out, looking exactly like (Y/n). Harry and Ron nodded and gestured for her to follow them out the door.

“Let’s go find Malfoy.” Harry said.

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They had found Malfoy relaxing in the Slytherin Common Room, watching the fire intently. The trio hid behind the door to the room.

“Alright Hermione. You know what to do.” Harry pointed to the door.

Hermione sighed and entered the common room. She walked up to Malfoy, who turned to her with joy in his eyes.

“(Y/n)! You’re back! I thought you were studying! I missed you so much, you spend more time with books rather than your own boyfriend!” Malfoy smiled. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, giving Hermione a rather tight hug. Hermione felt tears prick her eyes at what she was about to do. She shoved him back, watching as concern flashed in his eyes.

“(Y/n)? Love? Is something wrong?” He asked hesitantly.

Hermione turned to him, tears spilling onto her cheeks. She had to do it. She had to. For (Y/n).

“Mal-Draco….we need to talk. I’m breaking up with you.” She said quietly.

“What was that, Love?”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

Hermione could see that Malfoy had froze….shock written on his face.

“Y-You’re breaking up with me?” He repeated.

Hermione nodded. She could clearly tell that the young Malfoy had silver tears in his eyes but refused to let them fall.

“Why?”

It was a heartbreaking question. One that made Hermione wish she could take it all back. However, she was too far into the plan to just play it off as a cruel joke.

“I can’t tell you.” She answered finally.

Malfoy’s eyes hardened. He glared daggers at her, his face twisting into a scowl. Hermione quickly averted her gaze to the ground, not wanting to look at those hate-filled eyes that were full of joy just mere moments ago.

“I see….get out.” He said.

“What?”

“I said ‘get out’ you filthy blood-traitor.” Malfoy repeated angrily, pointing to the exit of the Common Room.

Those words struck at Hermione like a slap to the face. Even though the words weren’t targeted directly at her, she felt so much guilt and regret build up as she raced out of the common room, past Harry and Ron and straight to the bathroom. Harry and Ron quickly chased after their friend and found her sobbing uncontrollably on the bathroom floor.

“It’s done. I broke up with him as (Y/n). I went so low as to impersonate my best friend and break up with her boyfriend just to keep her safe. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I listened to you! Are you happy now?!” Hermione shouted.

Harry and Ron felt shame take over their bodies. Nothing was said, nothing could be said. They only let their thoughts run free, all of them thinking the same thing; How was (Y/n) going to react to this?

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Hey everyone! This was the second part of Polyjuice Potion. This is not the end, I planned for there to be at least one more part. If you have any requests, feel free to ask. Until next time.

-Jade

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ussjellyfish · 6 years

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dragon queen, 5

one night stand and falling pregnant au

oh nonnie, pregnancy fic is totally my weakness, thank you.

Alice, Robin and Maleficent have a conversation. Kind of fluffy and all found family. (I love Alice, she’s precious).

Dragon Queen and Curious Archer, though it’s mostly just Alice and Mal making friends.

“One of the best things about parties here is buffet gets all mixed up. This bit, with the fish, that’s from Arendelle, and these funny cakes? they’re straight out of Wonderland, minus the magic powers, I think. I hope.” Alice balanced another cake on top of the first and smirked. “Guess we’ll find out.”

“If I end up miniature, put me somewhere outside before the magic wears off, I tend to return to form all wings and scales.”

“Well that’s an idea, a wee little dragon.” Alice chuckled, imagining a palm sized little creature breathing fire. “Cakes unfortunately make you bigger, so we’d have to hope you were in a good mood before the castle got squashed.”

Maleficent raised an eyebrow. “Can’t say I’ve ever been accused of stepping on a castle, burning one, razing…” She raised her hand in a submissive gesture.

Did she have pointed teeth? She couldn’t really have pointed teeth. Maleficent had totally normal teeth. She was human. Human-ish, human right now.

“These cakes aren’t magic, I promise.”

“Then the castle should remain intact.” Maleficent handed Alice a napkin. Such a mom thing, of course, she was a mom, some kind of dragon mom and she did hang out with Regina a lot, which made sense because Regina was totally a mom.

“Champagne?” Alice offered, holding out the flute. “I hear it’s the good stuff.”

Maleficent took the drink and gestured towards the tables. Somehow they’d ended up together: Papa, her Nobin, the dragons, and some lovely dignitaries from the Realm of Untold stories. They seemed to have stepped out of some sort of Eastern European fairy tale and they only talked in Elvish. Robin thought it was maybe Lithuanian, because she’d been through there when she was cursed and backpacking.

As they sat down, Lily looked at her mom, eyes wide. “Mom!” she hissed.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing at all. Thanks for grabbing me some more champagne.” Lily’s glass was full, but she downed it, guilping it all like cold tea.

Robin’s eyes got big and Papa looked from Maleficent to Lily as if he knew something. Papa was really good at figuring things out. When there were things to figure out, which it seemed like there was. Interesting.

Was this a thing? It was just a diplomatic dinner, something where Regina would give a nice speech and there would be food. Why wasn’t Lily letting her mom drink her champagne?

“Is this sushi?”

“I don’t know what sushi is, dear. It’s a salmon dish from Arendelle, one of my favorites.”

“Which you–” Lily stopped again, learning in. “Really shouldn’t be eating because it’s raw, you know that?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”

“I put the app on your phone, I told you how to use it. Smoked fish isn’t cooked and you really shouldn’t–”

“My phone’s somewhere safe.”

Alice leaned in close to Robin, her lips brushing her cheek. “I bet she’s got it in a cave or something.”

“She doesn’t have a cave.”

“She does, it’s underneath the library, Auntie Regina trapped her there for decades.”

“Well that’s romantic.”

“They’re so not romantic.”

“Uh-huh,” Robin rolled her eyes over her champagne. “Tell her what romantic might look like, Detective.”

“Oh no, I prefer to be left out of this,” Papa said, shaking his head. “Whatever has occured between the Good Queen and the dragon is between them and none of our business.”

Alice raised both her eyebrows. “So something did happen? They got all flirty with fireballs and stuff?”

“We don’t pry into the private affairs of others, Starfish.”

Alice shot a look at Lily and Maleficent, who were still arguing and paying know attention to anyone else. “It’s not exactly private if they’re discussing it in front of us.”

Robin stole a cake from Alice’s plate and shrugged. “Mostly they’re arguing about where Maleficent should keep her phone.”

“You said it was precious,” Maleficent insisted, eating the salmon she wasn’t supposed to eat.

“Phones are expensive,” Lily started, waving down the waiter for more champagne, because she seemed to need it. “But it’s really of no use to you if it’s in your horde somewhere.”

Robin nudged her, whispering, “Told you she was hiding it.”

“Well, they are a little jewel-like, I suppose.”

Maleficent rolled her eyes. “If someone needed me, I’m easily summoned. Any idiot with half a brain and a–”

“Mom, don’t announce how you’re summoned.”

Now that was interesting. You could summon a dragon? “Sorry, pardon me for butting in, you can really be, like, summoned? What’s that like?”

Maleficent stopped arguing with Lily and turned her head, looking right at her all predatory. “It tingles a little.”

“Do you know who summoned you? Is there like, a message?”

“I don’t think it’s like texting,” Robin said, because she knew more about magic.

“It’s not that specific, most of the time.”

“So having a phone would be more useful,” Alice offered, taking out her own and holding it up. “See, here’s Robin telling me to get marmalade at the store yesterday. If she just summoned me, I wouldn’t know I needed to go to the store, just that she wanted me to come home.”

The dragon lady took her phone for a moment, and her smile grew. She twisted her fingers and a fresh jar of marmalade appeared in front of Alice’s plate. “I concede that your messages might be useful, but, so is magic.”

Grabbing the jar, Alice opened it with a grin. Marmalade would go brilliantly on her cake. “All right, you can have a point for that.”

Robin tried to help. “What would you do if you needed someone to know something specific, like…you wanted to tell Lily something. Can you summon her?”

“Nah, she’s not a mythical figure from fairy tales, I don’t think she gets her own summoning spell,” Alice piped up, spreading marmalade on her cake, because why not? It was going to be better with marmalade.

“So what would you do?”

Maleficent set down her fork and dabbed her mouth with her napkin. “Inhabit a reflective substance near her and tell her what I needed to.”

“You could just call me.”

“It’s not my way.”

Lily looked up at the ceiling, as if somehow the great wooden beams could help her. “You lived without magic, you’ve used tools. Phones are a tool. Part of this world, and they’re really helpful. You can learn a lot from having a tiny computer in your pocket.”

Staring at her daughter, Maleficent’s eyes grew soft, almost liquid blue. “Living without magic was a cold, lonely hell.”

“This isn’t without, it’s in addition.” Lily reached for her mother’s hand, wrapping their fingers together.

Alice’s eyes stung a little. Parents and their children got to her way too fast, especially when they were good to each other. She could just hear Nobin teasing her for being soft.

“You get to keep your magic,” Lily continued, “But you get the bonuses of the modern world too. Indoor plumbing, Netflix. Apps that answer all the questions you might have about the weird shit that’s going to happen.”

Robin mouthed “weird shit”? And Alice shrugged, they shouldn’t be listening, but it was really hardly a private conversation, and she was curious, dreadfully so.

“I’m getting more food, just think about it, okay?” Lily stood, touching her mother’s shoulder. “I’m sure you can use magic to make the damn phone fireproof so you don’t have to worry about melting it.”

Standing up a moment after Lily, Papa leaned down and kissed Alice’s forehead. “I’ll talk to her.” That promised, without a word.

That left the three of them and the Elvish half of the table. Alice wasn’t supposed to ask, Robin was going to make that face as soon as she did, but she couldn’t help herself. Not that Maleficent seemed to care about privacy. Maybe she needed a chance to talk about it as much as Lily did.

“So, why can’t you eat raw fish? Is that a dragon thing?”

The sharp pain was Robin kicking her ankle under the table but Alice smiled and ignored it. Robin was too tentative and never found things out.

“In dragon form I ate nearly everything raw, perhaps scorched on the outside. This body is more picky, but no, the restrictions are rules from this world. No drinking, no raw fish, no coffee.”

“Do you like coffee?”

Maleficent tilted her head, like the iguanas did at the zoo when they were about to be fed. “I do, it hadn’t reached the Enchanted Forest yet, though I’d had it in the far south. Here, everything’s so easy.”

“Couldn’t you just magic it up if you wanted to?”

“Never turned out right. Rather like wine. Some things are better if you let them grow and age instead of pulling them from the air.”

“So you must miss it?” Alice started to ask why she couldn’t have it but Robin squeezed her hand, stopping her.

“You can have one cup a day, usually. I mean, you’ll want to talk to someone.”

What did Robin know? How did she have this figured out? What did she know about coffee and dragons and stuff?

“Who would she talk to?” she demanded, looking from her to Maleficent. Both of them ignored her, having some kind of conversation beneath their words.

“That obvious?”

“My mom was a fake midwife, before she became a real one. Kinda heard a lot about everything.” Robin grabbed the coffee pot from the middle of the table and filled the mug in front of Maleficent. “Lily’s not exactly subtle.”

Midwife. Pieces clicked together like she’d finally seen why the chess pieces were where they were. Dragons got pregnant, apparently, and Lily worried about it.

“She’s concerned.”

“She loves you.”

Maleficent took a breath and smiled, really smiled, all bright and happy. “I’m not accustomed to anyone trying to protect me.”

“It’s a little freaky. You’ll have to give her some time to get used to it.”

Yeah, it bloody well would be freaky if your mom got pregnant when you were Lily’s age. Not really unheard of, everyone’s age was all messed up. Papa was young, Queen Regina was apparently at least fifty years older than she looked, so was Zelena, and the Charmings.

“Who’s the father?” Alice asked over her champagne. “Are you excited?”

Robin’s elbow slammed into her ribs.

“Ouch.”

“You can’t just ask that.”

Alice began to protest, but Maleficent’s warm hand settled over hers. “It’s all right. I don’t mind. I haven’t told the father yet. She’s been very busy.”

“She?” That was far from the weirdest part of this conversation, but it was kind of cool if some kind of magic existed where two women could make a baby. Did one of them have to be a dragon? Did that mean she could have a little baby who would look like Robin some day?

“Zorro.”

“Zorro? Zorro’s a girl? That’s brilliant.”

Robin chuckled. “All the fairytales have to have a twist.”

“Anyway, congratulations, before I forget.”

“Thank you.” Maleficent squeezed her fingers before wrapping both of her hands around her coffee. “Lily’s right about the app thing, whatever that is, isn’t she?”

“They’re useful, if you have questions, or if you like tracking things. There are even cute things where it compares the size of your baby with a fruit or a cookie or something.”

“Why would you want to compare a baby to something edible?”

“Makes it less scary.” Alice offered. “Compare it to a marmalade sandwich and suddenly it seems like you can handle it.”

“I think that’s the idea,” Robin agreed.

“So, what’s Zorro like? All swashbuckling and mysterious?”

“She can be.” Maleficent stared upwards, towards the head table and Regina, Snow, David, Emma, the other version of Papa, and Henry. “Kind of brash, really, the first time we met, she wandered into my castle, brave enough to face the dragon.”

“No wonder you liked her. It really means something when someone isn’t afraid of you.”

Robin nuzzled her cheek and whispered. “I’ll never be afraid of you, Tower Girl.”

Blushing a little, Alice took Robin’s hand. “So you haven’t told Zorro?”

“We haven’t had the right moment.”

“Is there a right moment?”

“It’ll never be perfect,” Robin said. “You just have to be brave.”

“Is that what you did, dear?” Maleficent’s smile went soft and indulgent.

“We both had to be brave enough to work it out, luckily for us, it was all true love and rainbows,” Alice teased, and Robin rolled her eyes.

“There were rainbows, but it definitely wasn’t easy.”

“It never is. All kinds of love and complicated. Even when it’s true, or as simple as the love of a mother for her child. Lily grew up far away from me, and since I found out about this little one, I can’t help worrying that somehow I’ll lose this one too.”

“No, no, don’t think that. We’re at the end of the book now, everyone gets a happy ending. Look at Regina, she was evil, now she’s good, and we all love her. She won’t let anyone take your little dragonling.”

“Auntie Regina’s pretty trustworthy that way, I promise, if you tell her, she can help,” Robin added.

Something shifted behind Maleficent’s eyes and she blinked twice, but that didn’t stop a single tear, running down from her left eye. “She’s found her place now, hasn’t she?”

“She’s happy.”

Alice grabbed her napkin and passed it to Maleficent. “It’s okay.”

“Thank you.”

“It’s really going to be okay,” Alice insisted, starting to ramble about how much they’d all overcome to get here, this crazy mashed together realm, but Maleficent knew that. She knew things were different now. Everyone, even formerly villainous dragons had a chance at their happy ending. “We all work together on things here, so, if you need a village to help protect a little wee dragon, then consider yourself family.”

Arms went around her quickly, strong, warm arms that smelled like a campfire on a cozy evening.

Hugs were apparently a thing that they did, and as far as hugs went, it was a strong one, tight and heartfelt.

“Everything all right?” Papa asked as Maleficent eventually let her go.

“Just getting to know each other,” Alice said, smiling at him.

“Turns out these two have a lot in common,” Robin said gently.

Lily’s concerned took a little longer to settle, but she sat, slowly losing the tension in her posture. “Making friends?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I guess we did.”

“Okay.”

Maleficent touched Lily’s cheek. “It is, dear.”

Robin leaned in close enough that only Alice could hear. “Did you just volunteer us to babysit a little dragon?”

Giggling, Alice shrugged. “I might’ve.”

“Just checking.”

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the unshakable mountains we blew to pieces

Summary: "What had happened tonight had shaken them all to the core. It was a blow straight to the heart. It worked so well. They hadn’t seen it coming. Even Dick hadn’t seen it coming, and Tim knew from experience that Dick prepared for the worst." Missing scenes from S2 ep 9: Darkest

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“Can you make it to shore with Nightwing?”

“Yeah, I’ve got him.”

“No heartbeat!” Conner yelled as he and Mal dropped down next to Nightwing’s unconscious form. “He needs CPR right now!”

Mal cursed under his breath and started pushing down on Dick’s chest. Conner handled the rescue breaths. They were at it for almost a minute before Dick suddenly jackknifed, water spilling from his mouth. Conner and Mal sprung back to give the younger hero space as he expelled the water from his lungs, hacking and coughing as he tried to breathe.

“Nightwing,” Conner breathed, relief touching his voice. “You’re okay.”

Dick tried to moan, but it turned into another round of coughs. Besides a few cuts and bruises, he looked relatively fine, but that didn’t mean that he was.

Mal caught his gaze. “What should we do?”

Shaking his head, Conner let out a shaky breath. There were only a few options here, even less with the remains of Mount Justice right next to them and authorities on their way. “We need to get him out of here, first. Did you call for backup?”

Mal nodded. “The moment I saw the mountain explode. We’re stretched thin, though, so only the Flash and Green Arrow responded.”

“Anyone from the team?”

“Not that I know of. I only called the Watchtower, so—Hey!” Mal called out, as Nightwing groggily attempted to push himself up. Mal put a hand to Nightwing’s chest, forcing him to lie back on the sand.

Honestly, Conner wasn’t surprised. He’d had known Dick for over five years now, and his resilience still impressed him. Nightwing wasn’t even close to being invulnerable, but every time life threw him down—figuratively or literally—Nightwing got back up again with barely any regard to his own well-being.

Well, it wasn’t going to fly this time. Conner put his own hand to Nightwing’s chest. “Dick, stay down. You’re hurt,” Conner told him. “The Flash is going to be here soon.”

Nightwing, who didn’t look all that coherent, just moaned again, his head tossing from side to side as his breath rattled in his lungs. All in all, it wasn’t looking good. They really needed to get him out of here before he developed a chest infection. Or worse.

A gust of wind blew by them, and when Conner looked up, the Flash was standing there, his face grim as he stared at what remained of the mountain.

“What happened?” the Flash asked, looking towards the two still sitting by Nightwing. “Is everyone okay?”

Mal looked at Conner, suddenly looking very nervous.

“It was Aqualad,” Conner growled. “He and a bunch of his new friends decided to blow up the mountain. I was unconscious for most of it, but I know Nightwing and Sphere got us out before it exploded.”

“Was there anyone else with you two?” Barry asked.

Conner shook his head. “Beast Boy was supposed to be in the Cave, too, but I don’t hear anybody else’s heartbeat close by, and Nightwing would have gone back for him if he’d known Gar was still in there.”

“So, he’s either dead or they captured him,” Mal whispered.

“I’ll go look for him,” Barry said quietly. “If he’s here, dead or alive, I’ll find him. If he’s not, then there isn’t anything we can do for him right now.”

“What should we do with Nightwing?” Conner asked, looking over his friend. His breathing was still harsh and uneven, and Conner didn’t like listening to it. The only plus side was that he was breathing at all. “It’s not like we can just bring him to a hospital, and the Zeta tube was blown up with the mountain.”

Barry sighed, looking indecisive. “Beast Boy’s a priority, but from the looks of Nightwing, he needs medical attention. If we can get him to the Watchtower, he’ll be okay.”

Conner frowned. “I can carry him to the nearest Zeta tube. You look for Beast Boy.”

The Flash nodded and zipped off, searching the debris for Beast Boy. Conner turned to Mal, who looked unsure of what to do.

“Stay here with the Flash,” Conner told him as he gathered Nightwing up in his arms. Other than a slight hitch in his breath, Dick barely reacted. “If he finds Gar, and Gar’s hurt, he’ll need your help.”

“And if he isn’t?”

Conner grimaced. “Let’s just hope he’s alive or missing.”

Mal sighed, running a hand over his head. “Right. Just…take care of Nightwing.”

“Don’t worry,” Conner said. “I’ve got him.”

Tim wasn’t asleep when the call came in, but he was pretty darn close to it.

He and Batgirl had done a light patrol—just a sweep of the city before calling it a night. With Dick at Mount Justice finishing up a few things, both he and Barbara had decided to take it easy.

Not to mention, Tim had a bad feeling, and after sharing it with Barbara, they both agreed that it was for the best that they laid low. After a while, especially living with the big bad Bat, Tim had learned to trust his gut when it came to these types of things.

Just as Tim was about to drift off, there was a knock on his bedroom door—well, the bedroom he used when he slept at the Manor, which was a lot more often than not lately. Tim blinked awake, and he stared at his door, the bad feeling in his gut intensifying.

“Master Timothy?” Alfred called when Tim took a moment too long to respond.

“Come in, Alfred,” Tim said, sitting up and pushing back the covers when Alfred opened the door. He didn’t like the grave look on the butler’s face. Tim swallowed past the lump in his throat. “What happened?”

“I’m afraid there was an incident,” Alfred said, his expression the only thing betraying his distress. “According to Mr. Kent, there was an explosion. Mount Justice is no longer there.”

No longer there. It was gone?

“Wait what?” Tim cried, his limbs feeling like dead weight as he climbed out of bed. His mind was reeling. Mount Justice was gone. And on top of that, hadn’t Nightwing been at Mount Justice? Tim felt sick, but made sure to meet Alfred’s heavy eyes. “Is Dick okay?”

Instead of answering, Alfred just held out the Manor’s main phone. “If it suits you, sir, Mr. Kent is still on the line. He wishes to speak with you, and maybe Mr. Kent can reassure you of Master Dick’s well-being.”

Tim took the phone, shaking hands slowly raising it to his ear. “Hello?” he asked.

“Tim,” Conner said through a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. When you didn’t answer the usual way I thought-”

“I’m okay,” Tim cut in. It was a bit early, not even midnight yet, but Tim’s communicator was down in the BatCave, and his phone was on the other side of the room charging. Conner had to have been freaking out. “What about Dick? Is he alright?”

“He’s stable. There’s more to it than that, but over the phone probably isn’t the best way to talk about any of this. You should get to the Watchtower.”

Tim nodded, even though Conner couldn’t see him. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

When Tim hung up the phone and passed it back to Alfred, the butler raised his eyebrows. “Do you need anything, Master Timothy?”

“Call Barbara,” Tim told him, sidestepping Alfred and making towards the door, despite the shakiness in his steps. “See if she can get to the Watchtower asap.”

“Very well, Master Timothy,” Alfred said. “Send my well wishes to your brother.”

When Tim Zeta’d to the Watchtower, he was a little overwhelmed by the activity. The Atom, Captain Atom, Bumblebee, Mal, Zatanna, Green Arrow, and Black Canary were all gathered, talking, arguing. It was general chaos, and if Batman were there, he would have put a stop to it immediately.

As it was, Batman wasn’t there, and the only thing Tim did was meet Black Canary’s eyes briefly, watch her tilt her head towards the med bay, and take off down the hallway, leaving the chaos behind him.

When he got to the med bay, there was a lot less chaos, but Tim wasn’t sure that was altogether good. Dick was laid up in bed, breathing mask over his face and completely unconscious. Tim didn’t know what that meant, but from the looks on M’gann’s, Barry’s, and Conner’s faces, it didn’t seem like everything was okay.

Tim swallowed, taking a hesitant step towards his brother. “Is…Is he okay?”

Conner, who had probably heard him coming from the moment his name was announced to the Watchtower, didn’t look surprised to see him, but Barry and M’gann both jumped at his voice. Good to know he was getting better at the stealth thing, and if Dick were awake, he’d be ruffling his hair with that goofy smile on his face.

But he wasn’t awake, and Tim didn’t know what was going on.

“Tim,” M’gann said, recovering quickly. “Why are you here?”

“He has a right to be here, M’gann,” Conner said, a scowl on his face. “It’s not fair to exclude him.”

M’gann didn’t say anything, though, and the two stared at each other. Tim left them to argue telepathically and approached his brother’s bedside, still shaking slightly.

Dick looked horrible. That was Tim’s first thought. His second was that Dick would be horrified at awful he looked. Whether he admitted it or not, Dick was kind of a baby about his appearance. He was pale, and there were shadows growing under his eyes. His breath rattled dangerously in his chest, and Tim couldn’t help but wince at the sight. He looked like he would break apart at the slightest touch.

Tim even hesitated a moment before resting a trembling hand on Dick’s unresponsive one.

“What’s wrong with him?” Tim asked quietly.

Barry, the only one in the room paying attention to Tim at the moment, sighed, running a hand through his uncovered hair. “He went too long without oxygen. We’re not sure exactly how long, but it was probably more than two minutes.”

“So, you’re guessing brain damage,” Tim guessed, his eyes sweeping over Dick. “Has he woken up?”

“Briefly, but he hasn’t been coherent enough to get anything substantial out of him.”

“He’s got a bump on the back of his head,” Conner added. “Probably a concussion, but we don’t know how bad it is.”

“So what now? Do we just wait for him to wake up again?” Tim asked, looking up to meet everyone’s eyes. “And why is he breathing like that?”

“He had water building up in his lungs,” M’gann said, placing a comforting hand on Tim’s shoulder. “His oxygen levels are still low, and with his concussion, it’s hard to say when he’ll wake up again.”

Tim’s shoulders slumped. “You mean if he’ll wake up.”

M’gann’s face was pinched, and Barry looked like he wanted to be sick. Conner, though, just sighed, walking around Dick’s bed to stand opposite to Tim and M’gann.

“Look, Tim,” Conner started, “I know things don’t look good for him, but Dick doesn’t give in that easily. And we caught the pulmonary problems before it got too bad.”

“He’ll probably have pneumonia, though,” Barry cut in.

Conner sighed. “The point is, Dick’s not going to let this get him down. He’ll wake up, and we’ll figure this all out together.”

Tim nodded and tried not to feel like he was falling apart. “Right.”

“Is everyone accounted for yet?” Barry asked after M’gann took her leave.

Conner knew that M’gann was still reeling over the fact that Gar was missing, and now they were doing a check to see if anyone else was missing, too. As far as Conner knew, it had only been him, Nightwing, and Beast Boy in the Cave, but he’d been unconscious for most of the time, and he didn’t even know how Mount Justice had even exploded, let alone who was in it.

They had decided to assume for now that Beast Boy had been taken, like Lagoon Boy had. Just until Nightwing woke up and they could figure out what happened.

“We still haven’t heard from Impulse, Blue Beetle, Captain Marvel, Rocket, Wonder Girl, Batgirl, and Red Arrow.”

“And Beast Boy’s still missing,” Barry sighed, running a hand down his face. “This is getting out of control.”

Tim was looking at them, his face pinched with concern. He held Dick’s hand loosely in his own, but it was obvious his attention was on their conversation. “Does anyone want to tell me what’s going on?”

“Beast Boy, Nightwing, Wolf, and I were the only ones supposed to be at the Cave tonight,” Conner explained. “But we were attacked. One of the Terror Twins put an inhibitor collar on me, and I ended up passing out. Somehow, Nightwing and the S-Cycle got us out of the Cave before it exploded.”

“So you were attacked,” Tim said, “and they blew up Mount Justice?”

“Yes.” Conner nodded, keeping his expression calm, but inside he was reeling. It shouldn’t be this hard to talk about. It was just a mountain. Just a Cave. But it was also his mountain. His Cave. His home. “They blew it up.”

“They probably used a bomb,” Tim speculated. “If it was Aqualad, it wouldn’t surprise me if it were the same type he used to blow up the Kroloteans. But you said Beast Boy’s missing. He didn’t get out with you guys?”

“Not that I could tell. He wasn’t with there when Mal rescued us,” Conner said.

“We’re doing a check to make sure everyone else is accounted for.”

“Well, I just got an update from Agent A a few minutes ago,” Tim told them, “and Batgirl isn’t able to get out of the house. She’s fine, but the Commissioner came home early.”

“I’ll go update Black Canary and Captain Atom.” Barry gestured to Dick. “Keep an eye on him while I’m gone. If he wakes up, try to keep him calm. Hyperventilating won’t do his lungs any good.”

Both Tim and Conner gave him an affirmative as he walked out of the med bay. The two fell into silence, watching Dick just lie there, and Conner couldn’t help but feel a familiar ache of old anger as he did. He pushed it down, though. Now wasn’t the time to get angry. There wasn’t anything he could do for it now.

“This is so messed up,” Conner said.

Tim winced, and whispered, “A little.”

It was past midnight by the time Dick was coherent enough to stay awake. Once Conner had left for a bathroom break, Tim had given up all hopes of sitting by Dick’s bedside, and had instead, crawled up next to his brother, curling up next to him. He was careful not to disturb any of the medical equipment monitoring Dick, but he was too tired of watching his brother’s pale face.

And then Dick groaned.

It had happened a couple of times in the past two hours, so Tim didn’t really get his hopes up, but he pushed himself into a sitting position, still on Dick’s bed, and waited with bated breath.

Dick’s mask was off now, something Tim made sure of as soon as he was reassured that Dick wasn’t going to die then and there, so Tim watched as Dick’s face scrunched up, his eyes squeezing tight.

“Dick?” Tim murmured, gently placing a hand on his forehead. “Can you hear me?”

The mask was still strapped over Dick’s face, so Dick’s words, even though they sounded like gibberish anyways, came out muffled, but a few seconds later, bright blue eyes were opening to look up at Tim, and Tim let out a breath of relief. He sent Dick a shaky smile.

“How’re you feeling?” Tim tried again.

Dick reached up and tugged at the mask, pulling it away from his face only after a few tries. “Timmy,” Dick rasped. “Where’m I?”

“The Watchtower. Conner brought you here after Mount Justice exploded. Do you remember what happened?”

Dick’s face crumpled and he reached for Tim’s face. Tim let him cup a hand over his face and run a gentle thumb across his cheek. Dick looked so distressed that Tim had no doubt that he remembered exactly what had happened and hadn’t figured out how to process it just yet. His concussion probably wasn’t helping much.

“He took them,” Dick whispered, and Tim covered Dick’s hand with his own. “He took them, and I dunno why. Why did he take them?”

“Aqualad?” Tim prompted. “Did Aqualad take Beast Boy?”

Silent tears were falling from Dick’s face. “I don’t get it. Why did he have to take them?”

“Dick,” Tim urged, bringing Dick’s wandering attention back to him. “Dick, I need to know what happened. Who took them?”

Tim didn’t know who “them” was, but he was smart enough to guess. And he was smart enough to realize who was behind this entire attack in the first place. But he needed a confirmation, even if it was from a concussed Nightwing who barely had an inkling of what was happening around him.

Dick swallowed dryly. “Aqualad. It was Aqualad. An’ the Terror Twins. An’ Junior. An’ Tigress. They had a bomb. And they took us all down with barely a fight. We weren’t ready. An’ I don’ think we were s’pposed to be.”

“Tigress” was a new name. That wasn’t one Tim had heard before, and it wasn’t in the Batcomputer, so either the name was new or the person behind the name was new. Neither boded well. The last part didn’t make a lot of sense, either, but Tim filed away the information for later, when Dick wasn’t concussed and he could actually get some semblance of organized information from him.

“Who did Aqualad take, Dick?”

“Blue, Impulse, an’ Beast Boy,” Dick listed, his eyes drooping. “They didn’ need us, though. They needed those three, but they didn’ need us. What were they tryin’ to do?”

Tim felt dread settle in his stomach. So, it wasn’t just Gar that was missing. Blue Beetle and Impulse had been at the Mountain, too. At least Wonder Girl and Red Arrow weren’t part of that list, even if the two were still unaccounted for.

Tim ran his fingers through Dick’s hair, hushing the older teen when he tried to say something else. “Go back to sleep, Dick. I’ll wake you up in an hour to check on your concussion, and we can talk some more then, okay?”

Dick finally settled down after a few more moments, but he was still crying, even after he closed his eyes. Eventually, he drifted off and the tears stopped, but it didn’t change the fact that it was probably one of the scariest things Tim had face in his life. Dick was supposed to be this unshakable mountain that stood before him, and to see him practically in pieces along with Mount Justice was a lot harder than Tim had expected.

What had happened tonight had shaken them all to the core. It was a blow straight to the heart. It worked so well. They hadn’t seen it coming. Even Dick hadn’t seen it coming, and Tim knew from experience that Dick prepared for the worst.

Which meant that this had been even worse than the worst. And what that said about their odds, Tim didn’t even want to know.

So, instead of dwelling on it, Tim stayed on his brother’s bed, held his brother’s hand, and didn’t think about what tomorrow would bring.

#young justice #dick grayson #tim drake #conner kent #mal duncan #season 2 episode 9: darkest #the unshakable mountains we blew to pieces #i love this title #camryn writes

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