#jays like you KNOW i would’ve come with you. and mal’s like that’s exactly why i didn’t say anything

[itsalwaysforyou]

one day i will write my fic idea where jal are kind of weird towards each other after the cotillion drama has died down. and they end up having a very convoluted conversation about why mal didn’t tell jay she wanted to go back to the isle…….

[science-fantasy-superheroes]

PE AU: Scene 9-17

Scene 9:

Chad: “Those kids are trouble.”

In the distance, they see Evie and Mal.

Evie: “Bye, Mal.”

Mal: “Bye.”

Ben shifts uncomfortably. All they’re doing is waving goodbye to each other; they can’t have that?

Ben: “Come on, Chad. Give them a chance.” He’s almost pleading.

Audrey: “Oh. No offense, Bennybear, but you’re just too trusting.” His eyebrows furrow as his frown deepens, not looking at either of them. “Look, I know your mom fell in love with a big, nasty beast–” she doesn’t notice him getting further bothered by her description of his dad– “who turned out to be a prince. But with my mom, the evil fairy was just the evil fairy. That girl’s mother.”

Ben knows how they were raised, but he also knows they shouldn’t have been left on The Isle to be raised that way to begin with. And it’s not fair to push them out now by treating them like they’re horrible until they lash out.

Ben: “I think you’re wrong about them. I’ll see you later.”

He hurries away before they can stop him, but now he’s also worried people have been pushing them around and decides to see how they’re doing.

Ben: “Hey!”

Mal: “Hey.”

Ben: “How was your first day?”

Mal: “Super.”

That’s a relief for him, but that takes his mind off his worries enough to notice the blatant vandalism.

Ben: “You should really think about taking this talent off the locker and into art class. I could, uh, sign you up. What do you think?”

Mal: “Way to take all the fun out of it.”

Ben: “Huh.” He realizes, though they may not be dangerous, that doesn’t mean they’ll exactly get along. His plan’s going to be a lot more complicated than he imagined…

[He doesn’t lean against the lockers like a Cool Kid™ because he would’ve been taught it’s impolite and bad manners to lean against strangers’ lockers.]

Scene 10 (Mal talks to Jane in the bathroom) is all the same.

Scene 11:

Evie: “Any chance he’s in line for a throne? Anywhere in line?”

Doug raises an eyebrow, then realizes what she means and looks dejected. Until he looks to see who she’s talking about and immediately gets annoyed.

Doug: “Chad. Prince Charming Jr., Cinderella’s son. Chad inherited the charm, but not a lot of there there. Know what I mean?”

Evie: “Looks like there there to me.”

He gives her a look of pity before shaking his head and going back to his notes.

Mr. Deley: “Evie.” He startles her and Doug, and the rest of the scene plays out the same. Except, when Chad notices Evie and they swoon over each other, Doug just disgustedly rolls his eyes.

[The dialogue is the same, but the reactions are slightly different. Why will be further explained after the next scene.]

Scene 12 (Carlos meets Dude) is all the same.

Scene 13:

Chad meets Evie behind the bleachers and gets her to do his homework. Doug watches him leave with a glare before his attention goes to Evie.

Doug: “I couldn’t help but overhear—”

Evie: “Are you stalking me?”

Doug: “Technically, yes. I… Chad is… not the most trustworthy… So, if you have questions about Fairy Godmother’s wand, I can answer them. The answer to your first question being: yes, they always leave it at the museum. … Oh! Except for during Ben’s coronation.”

Evie: “Are you saying they use it in the coronation?”

Doug: “Yes—”

Evie: “Can we– me and my friends– go?”

Doug: “Yes. I think. Anyway, no need to hang out with Chad anymore, right?”

But she didn’t hear his question, already running off to he has no idea where.

[Doug had (past tense) a crush on Evie, but liking Chad is a red flag to him. So– though he doesn’t dislike her now, nor does he want Chad to take advantage of her– he (currently) no longer has romantic feelings for her.]

Scene 14 (Lonnie asks Mal to do her hair like Jane’s) and 15 (Jay learns about teamwork) are all the same.

Scene 16:

The VKs discuss what to do, Evie reveals the wand will be used at Ben’s coronation and everyone’s invited, then they hear a knock at the door and Mal goes to answer it.

Ben: “Hey, Mal. I didn’t see you guys today. I was just wondering if you had any questions or anything that you needed.” His smile and expression are noticeably stressed.

Mal: “Not that I know of.”

Ben: “Okay. Alright.” He has that same relief as before. “Well, uh, if you need anything, just, uh…” He cuts himself off when she starts closing the door. Taking the hint, he turns to walk away.

Mal: “Oh, wait!” She pulls it back open. “Um, is it true that we all get to go to your coronation?”

Ben: “Yeah, the whole school goes.”

Mal: “Wow, that is beyond exciting. Do you think that it’s a possibility that the four of us could stand in the front row next to the Fairy Godmother? Just so we could soak up all that goodness.

Ben: “I wish you could. Up front it’s just me, my folks,” his smile fades, “and my girlfriend.”

Mal: “And your girlfriend?”

Ben: “Yeah.” He shakes his head and focuses back on her. “I’m sorry.”

Mal: “Okay. Thanks, bye.”

Ben: “Oh, but, no, there’s plenty of—” He tries to offer another solution, but she closes the door on him.

Mal: “I think it’s time that ‘Bennyboo’ got himself a new girlfriend.” She smirks at Evie, who lights up with joy. “And I need a love spell,” she sighs, going back to flipping through her spellbook.

[Again, same dialogue, different reactions, but in reference to what I already said about Ben and Mal being platonic for now.

The change to the reactions with Mal’s last line isn’t wholly necessary, but I wanted to make it clear to the imaginary young audience that Mal is not the one intended to be Ben’s new girlfriend, and this is the most natural place to bring it up.]

Scene 17 (the love cookie) is all the same.

[This is pretty long, but the part before the first Content Warning is relevant to the AU, and there's a summary at the end:

There’s a reason Mal says the love spell she chose, “gets the best ratings.” Partly because the only ways to break it are the antidote, death, and the target declaring that they don’t want the victim to be in love with them anymore (and maybe pre-established true love’s kiss). But also because the spell is as evil as the target (which is usually the person who used it on the victim).

Initially, the spell gives the victim a crush on the first person they see (heightens their positive feelings of them, and makes them appear prettier; not like a glamour, like how we’re inclined to see kind people as more attractive, but intensified). The spell is a bit extra potent the first day or so to “set the romance in motion” (hence Ben’s R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S song). They still have their mind, will, and desires intact and can communicate them, so the victim can refuse things if they want to. If the spell broke, their feelings may change, but they wouldn’t feel like they were out of control.

That, of course, is the stage Ben stays in. [Disclaimer: This isn’t to say that makes it “okay” for the VKs to use the love spell, I just didn’t want to traumatize Ben. This choice was for his sake, so he can sleep easy at night, not the other way around.]

[CW: everything past this involves increasing levels of depersonalization/dehumanization]

But if the target pushes them to do what they want anyway and the victim starts to fall out of love with them because of it, the spell will make the victim ignore the target’s faults and believe they’re right. They would still have their mind and be able to have other relationships, but they wouldn’t have personal desires anymore. If the spell broke, they would remember everything, perhaps some of it in a haze, but they’d feel like they were acting under extreme duress.

Escalating past that stage depends on the person, as some people stay in a state just before the final stage where they’re not exactly a mindless slave, but they’re not themselves either. Breaking the spell then would leave all their memories in a haze, but they would remember all their hurt feelings by the target.

[CW: complete loss of self and obsession on the victim’s part]

And, finally, if the target is downright cruel to them and makes themselves entirely unlovable, the spell will completely take over the victim’s mind. They’ll live to serve the target and think of nothing else. But this is also when the target begins experiencing drawbacks as, considering the victim is functionally no longer a person, they take all their commands literally. And as they can literally do nothing without them, they become obsessed with being around them and refuse to be away from them. If the spell breaks, they wouldn’t remember anything, but they would know they were under a love spell and who the target was.

Memories are affected by how long a person is in each stage. A victim may jump to the final stage if forced to fall in love with their worst enemy and have literally no memories of what happened. Another victim may have already had a crush on the target and it takes a while for them to realize how awful they are to reach stage 3, so they’ll remember stage 1 and parts of stage 2 with a new perspective.

A victim can return to previous stages if they’re able to forgive the target, but that doesn’t mean the relationship goes back to normal. The exception possibly being if a victim gets to stage 2 and the target later assures them they don’t have to do whatever they want, so they return to stage 1. (The exception is most likely in the case of a victim falling in love with a target who doesn’t know they’re under a spell.)

To summarize the effects on the victim:

Stage 1: lowered guard and would remember everything

Stage 2: low/no boundaries and would have a vague memory

Stage 3: complete loss of self and would have no memory]

Masterlist

[qiqi-media]

Audrey turns back time: Audrey stops Ben from eating Mal’s cookie

Audrey’s mind flashes back to this exact moment before she met Ben at their lockers. She recalls trying to talk to Ben about Mal’s use of magic possibly causing an addiction. She chuckles as she recalls Mal’s reliance on magic and Jane’s later melt down. Nobody even tried to hear the words she was saying and look how they turned out.

                 As Audrey walked up to Ben she sees Mal and Jay talking as a sea of girls below the lockers blushed and batted their eyelashes at Jay. He is stunning, but he’s on Mal’s side unfortunately so that makes him the enemy. After going through the plot Audrey really couldn’t understand why the three of them followed Mal around, hell she thought Mal did things to them on the same level as what she did to her maybe even worse. It’s of little matter now their plan will never work with her knowing every single step they will take, idiots. 

           “Benny-boo we need to talk.” Audrey leaned up against  the door of her locker while staring down at Ben. “I think this whole magic thing that Mal has going on needs to stop and you’re the only one who can do it.” Ben’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion hands in his pockets facing her “What’s the harm?” He asked chuckling. It’s certainly harm to you, you naïve fool, Audrey could deny it all she wanted, she wasn’t just protecting Ben for her own gain she still had feelings for him. Or else she would’ve found a way to expose the VKs as soon as possible but yet, she couldn’t she knew this was his dream and wanted to take the band-aid off the wound as soft as possible. She couldn’t rip it off and then rub sea salt all in the wound.

“It’s gateway magic.” She started but was cut off by Ben’s next question  “What are you wearing? It’s so different you look great.” Audrey’s eyes narrowed in defense, he always just told her she was pretty before but, the words never reached his eyes. Now his eyes were sparkling like the moon surrounded with stars in a pitch black sky. “Of course you do,” Audrey snarled angrily “Because I just looked so boring before, didn’t I?” “What are you talking about?” Ben asked concerned  “You’ve always been beautiful Audrey even when you tried to hide it by wearing those frilly dresses your Grammy always picked out. I never cared about the clothes I was looking at you.” Audrey was taken aback by the sincerity in Ben’s eyes and voice.

“Anyways, it’s gateway magic you brought them to Auradon because you wanted them to give them their chance to live here like us. If she’s too reliant on her spellbook to even do something as simple as make friends she won’t be able to live without it besides, it’s unfair to the other kids.” Audrey turned the conversation back to Mal

“How is it unfair to the other kids?” Ben asked shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his pants. “Who else is using magic in Auradon? Fairy godmother someone who’s been trusted with it. Why is it fair that Mal could use an, I don’t know speed reading spell while everybody has to take the time to study? Didn’t think you’d be that kind of king.” Audrey laughed airily

“What kind of King?” Ben let the frown set deeper on his face, it was a touchy subject for him. He was taking the throne so young yet nobody actually respected him or his ideas as King.

“That in your quest to make the VKs feel welcome that you’d give them special rules over your own people.” Audrey leaned her back against the locker casually looking up at Ben. “Thought you wanted to merge us together not push us further apart.”

“The Vks are my people and of course I care about the citizens of Auradon it’s just...”Ben looked down in confusion. He knew Audrey's words made sense it was hurtful not only to the other kids that Mal used magic but also to herself, she wasn’t relying on her own strength to survive here. “You’re right I’ll talk to her about it.” He decided, he didn’t know exactly how much magic she was even using, he just knows she was selling hair spells to the other girls he didn’t see a problem with it.

“Great, you can talk to her now before the game. I’ll see you afterwards.” She cheered quickly pecking Ben on the cheek and turning to walk away. As soon as her back was turned to him her eyes turned Icey. Now we can start the sooner this is over with the better.  Audrey walked away about twelve feet before hiding behind another set of lockers. She saw Ben walk over to Mal after she called him over. Jay stood not too far away as she watched Mal laugh and offer Ben a cookie. She then slowly began to make her way back over to the two of them and as soon as she saw Ben take the cookie she jumped and snatched it out of his hands.

“Oh cookies, Double chocolate chip my favorite!” Audrey squealed as she chanted a spell in her head “She’s caused enough pain to make a man cry take this spell and run it dry.” After she was sure the spell was gone she lifted it up to her lips while looking Mal right in the eyes and took a bite of the cookie.  

   “mmm, delicious. You try some Benny-boo.” She handed Ben the cookie as he chuckled and took the cookie eating the rest himself. “Yummy right?” She used a high pitched voice taking his arm. “Yes it’s very yummy, thank you Mal.” He replied placing his other hand lovingly on top of Audrey’s while looking towards Mal. “Yes thank you Mal it was very nice of you.” Audrey added. Mal stood shocked and confused it didn’t look like the spell had worked How! and why the fuck did Audrey come back? 

                    Jay walked over confused himself that they both ate the cookie “How do you feel bro?” He asked Ben behind Mal. Ben looked at him confused “Uh I feel fine thanks for asking.” He laughed confused. Audrey gripped Ben’s arm tighter and began pulling him away from danger. “Oh my goodness look at the time we’re going to be late let’s go together now. Thank you again for cookie Mal see you at the game.” Audrey spoke turning around with Ben’s arm in her hand. Ben gets the hint and walks away with Audrey after expressing another round of gratitude towards Mal himself. As they ventured further towards the locker rooms he smiled down at Audrey happy she was making an effort with the vks.

Ughhh I really wish I could write this all I love this AU just a little draft scenario

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💖 dramatic

this is an excerpt from a rangi/kyoshi one-shot i did recently: 

Rangi’s exhalation is loud in Kyoshi’s head, but perhaps almost silent in the world. “I used to see you guys around the mansion,” she confesses. “I would… watch you two. It was my duty, of course, to watch him. But not you.”

This isn’t exactly news to Kyoshi. Rangi has spent lifetimes saving her from herself and the world. Her bodyguard before she knew she needed one.

“I know.”

“You wanna know what I thought?” Rangi shakes her head, a strangled bit of laughter escaping her lips. “When I saw the way he’d admire you? I thought… The Avatar and his servant… what a pathetically tragic way to love. So caught up in the power imbalance of it all.” 

“Rangi -”

“And then,” Rangi stares up at the sky now, squinting into the brightness of it all. “I fell right into it myself. Only you’re not the servant, Kyoshi. You’ve never been the servant. It’s me. In love with the great and powerful Avatar. Hopelessly and endlessly lost in the difference between duty and pleasure.” 

That is absolutely wrong. If nothing else, Kyoshi knows that. “You’re not.”

“In love with you?”

No. That’s probably true, even if Kyoshi still doesn’t know why.

“You’re not my servant. You’ve never been, and you never will be.” 

Rangi finally meets her gaze, and Kyoshi is surprised to see a glassiness there, reflecting in the bronze of her irises. She reaches out and runs a hand along the girl’s jawline, gently tracing every scar, every ghost of pain.

“Whoever made me the Avatar was really, really stupid,” she whispers. “You would’ve made a better one.”

“I’m not Earth Kingdom.”

“I don’t care.” Kyoshi knows how the cycle works. And she still thinks the Era of Rangi would outshine any past or future Avatar.

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💖 comedic/light-hearted

 this is an excerpt from a jay/carlos de vil one-shot: 

“You have a crush?”

Carlos whipped around, staring at Jay who had just come up the stairs. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

“Uh -” Jay blinked, pointing down the stairs. “Downstairs? Look, someone said you go ... oh, you found a friend.” His gaze fell on the cat.

“He’s my new best friend.” Carlos was only half joking. “You’ve been demoted.”

Jay feigned hurt for a moment. On the whole, he didn’t look as drunk as Carlos would’ve expected. “So, this crush of yours,” he said at last. “Is he the reason you agreed to come?”

The irony wasn’t lost on Carlos, and if he weren’t too busy wishing the earth would swallow him whole, he might’ve laughed. “Uh - I don’t -”

“Come on,” Jay laughed. “I won’t tell anyone. Not even Mal. What’s he like?”

Carlos made a face. “The one time you’re not hammered at a party, huh? Just my luck.”

Jay shook his head. “Come on, man! Just give me a hint!” 

Carlos mimed zipping his lips. 

Jay is here. With you, his brain whispered unhelpfully. Not downstairs. Maybe you have a chance. 

Jay smiled, oddly genuine. “I get that parties aren’t your thing, ‘Los. Must be one hell of a guy if he’s worth all this.”

“Yeah, well,” Carlos mumbled, picking at a spot on the carpet. “He looks cute when he says please.”

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💖 alternate universe/timeline adjustment 

this is a sneak peak of an unpublished equalist!asami/korra fic that i’m currently working on :) so stay tuned for more of this: 

“Miss Sato,” a voice called from beyond the reinforced door. “You have a visitor.”

Her father, surely! Or one of his associates. But when door slid open and someone stepped inside, it wasn’t Hiroshi.

Asami turned towards the wall. “I don’t want to talk to you.” 

“Asami, wait.” Korra didn’t try to get any closer. “I just -” 

“Just what?” Asami muttered. Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “Wanted to see me put away? Make sure they’d gotten the right girl? A non-bender standing on the sidewalk at night is so dangerous, see. Glad you’ve got the police force cracking down on the issue.” 

She could feel Korra’s frustration and revelled in it. She liked being able to get to Korra. 

“No! That’s not! Ugh!” Korra paced, her footsteps heavy. “I don’t have much time! I just wanted to ask you to meet me! Away from anyone listening! Under the Silk Road Bridge.” 

“I’d love to, but you see,” Asami gestured around her cell. She still hadn’t dropped the cynical act. “I’m kinda busy at the moment.” 

“Your father is already trying to buy your way out,” Korra told her. “You’ll be released before most of Republic City wakes up. I know you, Asami. You wouldn’t… you’re not -” 

“Not what, Korra?” Asami finally looked at her. Hard. “Like the rest of the non-benders? One of the good ones?” 

“You betrayed us!” 

“And you couldn’t save those people from being rounded up like animals!” 

Korra opened her mouth, but no words came out. She threw back her head in frustration. “Fine! I’ll leave you alone! But tonight, at midnight, I’ll be under that bridge. I hope you will be, too. I just want to talk.”  

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💖 angst/pining

this is an excerpt from a casey/izzie fic: 

Casey couldn’t breathe. 

She was used to the breathlessness that came with running, the burning and tightening of her lungs as she demanded more from them. But when her feet skimmed across the pavement, racing, racing, like her heartbeat, it didn’t scare her. Rather, she relished it, craved it. The way her whole body felt alive, how she could feel every tingle in her arms and legs, how everything seems to still and grow quiet around her - she loved it. 

This was different. 

Her vision tunneled, entirely swallowed by Izzie and the boy in the corner who had his tongue in her mouth. The people around her suddenly felt too close and the music too loud. She wished she had Sam’s noise canceling headphones. 

Casey wasn’t even trying to inhale anymore as she stared, watching the girl whose lips she’d taken a chance on kiss a boy - a stranger. She could feel her chest burning, could feel the rest of her body screaming at her to take a breath, to do something. But she couldn’t. She could only stare until the need for air became too much.

She gasped, her feet moving against her will. The room smelled like too much weed, stinging her eyes and nose. Casey began to back towards the door.

It wasn’t that she was heartbroken; no, she knew what heartbreak felt like, and right now, that space was occupied by Evan. 

This was on her. She’d decided to break off something good and consistent and wonderful to chase after someone who played hot and cold like Evan played video games. She had no one to blame but the person in the mirror. 

Somehow, after being jostled around by several other bodies, she made it to the hallway. It was quiet, thankfully, the noise of the party muffled to the pulsing of the base inside the hotel room where she knew Izzie was still liplocked with that tall stranger. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

How could she have thrown away something so good for this? 

She wanted to go back to being normal; to the time when she looked at Evan’s eyes and didn’t see Izzie’s reflecting back at her.

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💖 hurt/comfort 

this is an excerpt from a nico minoru/karolina dean fic: 

“You’re still glowing.” The words came out low. Nico’s eyes flicked up and down her girlfriend’s illuminated body, taking it all in. She knew Karolina could control her light now, which could only mean one thing.

“I wanted you to see it,” Karolina admitted, ducking her head. Now that Nico’s eyes were open, she could see just how much fear flickered behind Karolina’s warm glow. She had removed her arms from Nico now and twisted her hands together in front of herself anxiously. “I needed you to see it.”

Nico swallowed hard, unable to pull her eyes away. The light brought so many emotions flooding back. The first time she’d seen Karo glow. Early nights at the Hostel when the power would short out and Karolina walked around like a glowing flashlight. All the times Nico ran her hands down her hips and kissed her neck and watched her glow brighter than all the stars in the sky. 

“I see it,” Nico promised. 

“You’re not scary,” was Karolina’s response.

They were words Nico had said many times to Karolina, but never had anyone said them to her. 

“Then why am I… like this?”

“Nico.” Karolina shook her head. “Your darkness isn’t evil. It just… is. And I know you can master your magic without the Staff. You’re more than its power.” 

“Am I?” Nico didn’t know what she was. She’d been trying to figure it out for a lot longer than she cared to admit. 

She was the Dead Girl’s Sister. She was That Goth Bitch. She was a loner, an outcast, a freak.

“You’re Nico Minoru,” Karolina said quietly. “And that’s… that’s enough.”

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💖 fluff

this mal/evie moment is an excerpt from longer fic titled In Loco Parentis:  

Evie had really outdone herself. She’d managed to put together a figure cutting, sapphire satin dress that fell off the shoulders in the most tasteful way possible. With her dark makeup and striking updo, Evie could’ve passed as at least twenty-five. And Mal had never wanted to kiss her more.

“I’m proud of you,” Mal said during a quiet moment, rubbing the other girl’s shoulders gently. “You look great. You did good.”

“Well,” Evie laughed, tipping her head back. “I did well.” 

“Whatever, princess.” Mal’s voice had gone soft, her chin resting on Evie’s shoulder. Unable to help herself, she pressed a gentle kiss there, glancing up to see if she’d overstepped. But Evie didn’t look upset; on the contrary, her eyes were wide and her cheeks pink.

“So that’s what it’s like when a girl kisses you,” she breathed, tucking Mal’s hair behind her ear.

“Believe me,” Mal purred. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” She waited for Evie to correct her grammar again, but instead, the girl pulled Mal gently out from behind her, capturing Mal’s lips with her own. 

And just like that, Evie was kissing her.

“You’ve got lipstick on your face,” Evie whispered as she pulled away, doing her best to wipe it off.

“I don’t care.”

“I can’t fail you today.” Evie tugged at the hem of her dress, sighing. “I can’t. Mal, this means so much to you.”

But for the first time in a very, very long time, revenge on her mother was the last thing on Mal’s mind. Evie’s eyes and lips and voice took up all the space, blooming in her chest. “You can’t fail me,” she promised.

And that was the sheer and utter truth.

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💖 single character-centric

this is an excerpt from a catra-centric exploration:  

She’s lost count of the nail marks. 

When Hordak first threw her in this cell, Catra resolved to count every single tally Shadow Weaver left on the walls. But now that she’s fifty-two marks in - or maybe fifty-three? - her determination is beginning to waver. 

She also doesn’t remember Shadow Weaver being locked up for fifty days. Maybe the nail marks don’t represent days at all - or maybe the old lady is as crazy as she is evil. 

Lowering her gaze to the green glowing shackles around her hands, Catra tries - not for the first time - to wriggle out of them. Their buzzing is growing increasingly irritating.

How dare Shadow Weaver leave? Did she stop to think what would happen to Catra? Did it even cross her mind that she might be thrown in this cell as her replacement? Or maybe she did and just didn’t care? 

Catra’s face twists in a grim smile. Of course her own fate hasn’t given Shadow Weaver any pause. She got what she wanted.

She tries to think back, to find the place where she went wrong - a single moment she can pinpoint where her plans went to shit. But the pieces just don’t fit. Nothing adds up. 

Because Catra has done everything right. She’s climbed the ranks. She’s done her job well. She’s accomplished everything Adora could have and more. She’s surpassed even Shadow Weaver’s authority! 

And yet, here she is. In chains. Awaiting punishment. 

Adora always comes out on top. Hasn’t that been beaten into her since day one? Adora gets to walk away unharmed, with her new best friends and glowing hair. Adora gets Shadow Weaver, despite being a defector, a traitor, a failure! 

I would’ve stayed for you.  

Catra kicks out with her back foot and pushes away the tray someone delivered to her earlier. She’s not that hungry anyway - and certainly not for brown ration bars. 

The tray makes a satisfying clatter as it skids across the floor, and Catra bares her teeth in a halfway smile. If she’s going down, she’s going to go down fighting. She’ll make it as difficult and as painful for Hordak as she can - right until the very end.

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💖 second person

this is an excerpt from a summer/tessa fic i wrote by request: 

She’s happy now, you know. 

She’s brighter and happier and just really fucking in love. 

You can see it. You can hear it in the way she talks and the way her eyes light up when she walks into the room. You notice how she perks up when her name is dropped during casual conversation and how she makes a point of talking about her at every possible offhanded moment.

And honestly, you’re happy, too. You’re happy for her. You’re happy for them. Because they’re just so cute, and everyone says so. 

And if you notice that Tessa is wearing her sweater - the one you used to wear because it made her mad and got those sparkling eyes to fix on you for just a few more seconds -  you don’t say anything. 

Because it wasn’t like the sweater belonged to you or was anything other than a polyester cardigan with a small hole in the elbow. 

It’s not like when you draped it over your shoulders, she would roll her eyes and grumble and demand you give it back. Your heart wouldn’t jump, and your mind wouldn’t rush with the adrenaline that came with shooting a snarky response. 

It’s not like you memorized the way she used to scoff - that sound in the back of her throat - or how she’d wave her hand dismissively while you wondered what it would be like to hold it and never let go.

 It’s not like you’ve ever wanted anything from her - attention or otherwise. 

It’s not like that sweater gave you an excuse to touch her shoulders, to catch a whiff of her perfume, to pretend the old sleeves were a good substitute for her arms. 

When words finally do form in your mouth, they’re not the ones you want to say. They’re snarky or sarcastic or snide. They’re perfectly in-character for you, the airhead, the fair-weather friend, or just The Bitch. 

Plain and simple. Easy to categorize and even easier to overlook. 

You won’t think about what it feels like to hug her or how comforting it is to rest your head on her shoulder for those brief, world-stopping seconds - so close you can smell her shampoo and whatever else she uses to make those curls behave themselves. Those moments are meant to be locked away, to be kept safe, where they can’t become anything they shouldn’t. Because the two of you have come so far, but nowhere near far enough. 

Yeah, you’re not my type. 

It’s confirmation of a dead end.

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[royaldescendants]

the darkest little paradise

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Chapter 1

Hades sat in his living room, turning off the TV. His own kid was getting engaged, and he hadn’t even been able to meet the kid she was planning to marry.

He chuckled, wondering how things would’ve gone down if this had been way back when. The kid would’ve had to ask him, and if he’d gotten that far Hades would’ve said yes.

On the condition that the kid was the one to tell Mal’s mother of course, because there was no way Hades was getting in the way of his wife potentially crying over their daughter ‘growing up too fast’.

He had seen the tears when Mal started walking. And when she started talking, when her first word was ‘mama’? He had had to call her best friend to console her. Probably why gods weren’t typically too involved, he mused, the heartache of not knowing if your kid was immortal or not was excruciating. 

He drank from the skull flask he’d traded for with the faux-pirate crew. Had to keep up the aesthetic somehow, and it wasn’t like he was able to get anything stronger than a weak ale. It was the only thing that kept for a long time, wouldn’t make you sick, and had some semblance of hydration. 

He wondered if Mal remembered that she used to have to drink it too, or if she’d gotten so used to drinking lemonade and sodas, or whatever else they drank on the mainland. He didn’t really know, and didn’t have the energy to care anymore. She looked healthier, happier too. That’s all he needed to know about her new life.

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A few hours later, Mal was collapsing on her bed. She was tired of her father’s antics, tired of having so much pressure to both conform to Auradon’s standards yet stand up to the treatment that everyone on the Isle was given. She hated the decision she proposed, but no one else had come up with literally any other solution to the problem.

She reached over to her nightstand for her water bottle, and finding it empty, she threw it in the trash can that was currently full of tissues. Nightmares hadn’t been kind lately. 

She froze as the plastic bottle hit the soft bed of long dried, tear and snot-stained tissues. 

Kids on the Isle don’t get clean water, and here you are, contributing to pollution.

She went to the bathroom to wash up for the night. 

Remember the cold saltwater that Mother always shoved your face in, eyes open? Remember the taste of lye soap?

She finished quickly, ignoring the accusing voice. Closing the barrier was best for everyone, it made sense. Da- Hades almost escaped today, what could happen next time? 

You idiot. There’s always two sides to a story, you of all people know this.

The faces of the kids, trying to hide away as her father threw a fit about going home, being a god…..

The eyes haunted her the most. Dead, void of hope-

Hope you could’ve given them.

Void of anything but despair.

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The way the sun shone into Kore’s apartment in the mornings should have been considered a crime. It was bright, it was overbearing, and it was way too early. 

For Kore, it didn’t really matter anymore. She got up before sunrise every day, and had been for the last sixteen or so years. 

In this case, as far back as she could remember. 

She made her way to grab her jacket and gloves, ready to start sorting and gathering the ripe fruits and vegetables to be sent to the kitchens, just like every other day.

Hands pausing in tying her shoes, she realized that she’d never had to get new ones.

Strange, every other worker had gone through two pairs every other year. 

But it was better if Kore didn’t dwell on it, of course. She wasn’t supposed to, that wasn’t her job.

She didn’t get paid to think about shoes, she got paid to tend the grounds the way nobody else could. 

And this year, teach an elective about ‘plants, fae, and nymphs; the natural world of magic’.

It was a small summer class, but it was better than nothing. 

Kore hurriedly made her way to the greenhouse, snapping her fingers after the doors closed, and summoned all the fruits and vegetables to the great big basket at the front. 

Sorting out some stray carrots that got mixed in with the potatoes, she sang a mindless tune, not knowing how she knew the words.

“And I’ll sing you to sleep, and I’ll see you tomorrow

Bless you with love for the road that you go-”

The door opened. “Kore? Is that you singing in here?”

It was King Adam. “I was just passing by, your voice is lovely by the way. I haven’t heard that one, do you remember where it’s from?”

“I don’t think so,” Kore said, frowning over an oddly bent carrot. It reminded her of some sort of flame…. “I just started singing it out of boredom, I think. Do you think it’s some sort of lullaby I used to know?”

King Adam smiled thinly. “I don’t know if it’s best to dwell on it. I’m sure it’s nothing bad, but we don’t want to take any chances, now do we?”

Kore shook her head.

“Excellent. Now, these look positively splendid, I’m sure tonight’s potato soup will be excellent, all because of you, my dear.” 

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After tending to a sick flowerbed around one in the afternoon, changing into a pair of overalls and a breezy cotton button down (and no shoes) sounded really nice. Kore then made her way to her new classroom, with her new keys. Unlocking the door, she decided that she should probably look over who was in her class so far. 

“Hey, you’re Lady Kore, right?”

Kore jumped, not having realized that a few kids had entered the classroom, or that the bell to dismiss the previous period had rung. 

“Well I suppose I must be, you can just call me Kore though, I don’t have any titles, your majesty,” she said, nervously. Kore recognized the kid immediately. 

Not knowing who Ben Florian was, was absolutely impossible, considering he was the king at this point. 

“Oh, you don’t have to say ‘your majesty’, it doesn’t make sense, especially considering you’re the teacher here,” he said sheepishly.

“Alright then, should I call you Ben? I’ve heard you prefer your nickname over your full name.”

Before he could answer, the door banged open again. “Ben, you won’t believe what I just did- oh, I didn’t realize you weren’t the only one here.”

“It’s alright Evie, I was just talking with Kore here. We both don’t like titles, it seems,” he said in a relieved manner.

“It’s not that, it’s that I really don’t have one, Ben.”

He turned back to her. “How do you not have a title, but you’re teaching this class? I thought all the teachers had some sort of speciality and political say over it?”

Kore laughed, as more students followed Evie in and sat at the back of the small room. “It’s complicated, I’ll tell you in a minute.”

As everyone seemed to be settled, she decided to grab the clipboard with the class list on it. “Alright, if you hear your name say here, if I mispronounce it please let me know, and if your name is not called please let me know at the end. Ben Florian, I was just talking to you. Jay of Agrabah?”

“Here.” The voice came from the boy wearing blue and yellow leather, with a red beanie. Good luck working in that, a voice whispered, recognizing that leather and plant magic didn’t always mix well. Kore had no idea how she knew, but she decided that it must have happened before.

“Carlos De Vil?”

“Here.” A boy with a red and black flannel said, quietly. He doesn’t have the gift, how will he do this class? Wait- how do I know this?

“Evie Grimhilde?”

“Present!” What is it with these kids and leather?? At least this one has some shapeshifting magic, Kore thought, absentmindedly recognizing the way Evie’s eyes seemed to shift colors with the light, making her look more innocent. Just the way a student would want to on the first day of a new class.

“Jane Fae?”

“Also present.” Finally, someone who is dressed properly! The light blue shirt would probably get some dirt on it, but the jeans and tennis shoes, all noticeably with no wool, leather, or iron included, would work perfectly. Wool wasn’t necessarily taboo, but unless you were working with animals, it didn’t give any advantages.

“Doug Dwarfson?”

“Here.” Oh god. Dwarfs and plant magic? This’ll be interesting. Ah well, jeans and a casual t-shirt are better than- oh no, iron in the shoes. That’ll be reactive.

“Mal…doesn’t have a last name?” 

“Yeah, the system erased it. I’m here, though.”

“Perfect. Alright, that’s everyone, time to head out. Leave your stuff here, it’s the last class of the day for a reason.”

Without another word, she grabbed some materials and books, and marched out of the room, only stopping and looking back when she realized none of them were following. 

“Guys? We have to go to a better place for this, you know…”

“Uh, Lady Kore-”

“Just Kore, Ben.”

“Right, my bad. Kore, I thought this was more theoretical, take notes on what’s possible, kind of class?”

Kore snorted. “I don’t mean to laugh, Ben, but if that were the case, they wouldn’t have delayed teaching this for so long. Finding someone with nature based magic, someone willing to teach, and someone who knows plants intimately? Harder to find than you’d think.”

“Haven’t you been here for years though?” Jay interrupted, coming to the door.

“I have. Unfortunately, I don’t have any claim to a title, so they didn’t realize my qualifications until this summer. Shall we proceed?”

Making their way outside, they chatted amongst themselves as Kore was deep in thought as to where to go. 

“Alright class, this is Greenhouse 13. It’s mostly empty right now, but it will be where we go from now on, unless I tell you otherwise. If something changes at the last minute, I’ll try and put a note on the door so you know to go to the classroom.”

Unlocking the door, it creaked open with Kore’s push.

“The iron in here is less than it is in the other greenhouses, can anyone tell me why that matters?”

Evie chimed in. “Because iron causes burns and injuries to fairies.”

“Correct. They do prefer to be called the Fae, in some cases, exactly like Jane’s last name. If they refer to themselves as Fae, you need to be very careful. They can twist the truth very easily, and they have lots of stories about them for a reason. However,” she paused, turning on the lights at the back of the greenhouse. “That doesn’t mean you should automatically be suspicious of them or their intentions. Many Fae in this day and age don’t really care about all the things they used to, they generally mind themselves and how they phrase things.”

“What was my mother?”

The class looked at Mal, who had suddenly become very invested. “Before her banishment, or whatever.”

“Maleficent was an interesting case,” Kore bit her lip, not sure how she knew. “She was a fairy, yes, but some of her actions would suggest that she could be classified as Fae. However, she was under……” This was where Kore cursed her lost memory. Only knowing the last sixteen years, when she had been working at the castle was perfectly inconvenient for moments like this. 

“Under what?”

“Call it a sort of jurisdiction. Forgive me, my memory isn’t all there, though of course Ben might know?”

All eyes turned to the teenage boy, who was sitting against a wall, ready for the class to start. “Uh, I think you’re right. I can’t remember who though, it’s not common knowledge.” He chuckled. “Honestly I’m surprised that you know, Kore.”

“I think I must have worked on something before working here, something with…...whatever it was. Ah well, shall we get started?”

[dizzydizney]

Mevie + Cake for anon. Rated G. 1478 words. More cutesy fluff. Read on ao3!

“M, wait up!”

“No, E, you hurry up!” 

Two shadowy figures hurried through the night, leaving behind the brightly lit, lively banquet hall they’d just exited, and made their way across a candlelit cobblestone pathway through the gardens outside. The owner of the first voice lagged behind a few steps, much more cautious with the stolen contraband she was carrying. Whereas her accomplice clearly didn’t have the same worries.

“You’d be moving faster if you wore more sensible heels, E. Or, y’know, a nice pair of flats.”

“Mal, bite your tongue!” she gasped. “Besides, I can run just fine in heels. It’s the cake I’m worried about. One wrong step and suddenly I’m feeding it to the lawn instead of to you. And you need to be more careful, too,” she cautioned.

“Evie, come on,” Mal laughed, slowing down and turning to face her friend. She wasn’t laden with anything but a dinner knife, that she twirled deftly between her fingers almost as if to tease Evie with it. “It doesn’t even matter if I drop the knife. I mean, we can have cake without a knife. If we just had knife without a cake, then what even is the point of all this?”

“And if you stepped on a broken cobblestone and fell over and stabbed yourself, then we’d have to spend all night in the emergency room. And then no one would get cake!” Evie shot back. She only managed to keep her serious composure for about two seconds, before they both dissolved into a fit of giggles. They kept up their playful bickering as they headed further from the party.

With enough space between them and the banquet hall, surrounded by the lush gardens, the two were finally able to have a moment to themselves. They found solace on a bench beneath a blossoming cherry tree. Behind them, they could just barely hear the noises from the party. Music, talking, laughter, all blending together and creating a hum that was much more tolerable now that they weren’t in the middle of it. Ahead, a perfect full moon lit up the sky and reflected off of the clear pond nearby. Fireflies blinked around them, and crickets chirped to add to the white noise effect.

Of the two young women, Evie was without a doubt the party girl. Not in the sense that parties took up the majority of her social calendar, or that she was uncontrollably wild when attending one. Just that she was the bigger fan. Planning them out, getting dressed up, dancing, being surrounded by people - Evie thrived on it all. 

Not Mal, though. She was the opposite. Mal, who sometimes seemed allergic to fancy clothes, makeup, or even hair products. Mal, who went into full blown panic mode when faced with too many decisions. Mal, who was much more at ease when surrounded by only two or three close friends at a time. About the only chance someone had of dragging her out to a party was to tell her about the food and drink that would be available. And if that failed, a sweet smile and a bat of the lashes from Evie, and Mal would be agreeing in no time. Even if she regretted her choice later.

Only this time, there wasn’t exactly a choice being made, since the party was basically in Mal’s honor. Of course it was expected she attend. But Evie was nothing if not prepared. When booking the venue, she’d made sure that there would be an escape route if Mal got overwhelmed. A place they could get some quiet, some fresh air, and get away from the crowd. The vast gardens were the perfect place for that. 

The escape was premeditated, but stealing the top tier of the cake certainly wasn’t. While Mal was usually the more impulsive of the two, it’d been Evie’s idea to double back while everyone was distracted on the dance floor and sneak the sweet treat for them to share in private. And now she was certainly pleased with her idea. Mal had her peace, she had her partner, and now she had cake. She certainly couldn’t ask for anything more.

“God, I’ve been looking forward to this for so long,” Mal groaned, practically drooling as she cut into the cake.

“Ah, I see. So I’ve just been an afterthought this entire time?” Evie asked, feigning offense.

“Oh, please,” Mal snorted. “As if you’re not at the forefront of my mind 24/7.” She carefully picked up the little square of cake she’d cut, holding it up to Evie’s lips. “See? I’m giving you the first bite. If that’s not proof of how much I love you, I don’t know what is.”

Evie smiled at that, keeping her eyes on Mal as she leaned forward a little and parted her lips. Mal fed her the cake, watching as Evie’s lips closed around the bite and she pulled back, chewing and swallowing it down before a smile spread over her face. “Oh, wow, that is delicious…”

“I knew it would be,” Mal replied proudly, since the cake had been her choice. “Can’t go wrong with strawberry.”

“Definitely not,” Evie agreed, letting Mal have the rest of the first piece and grabbing the knife to cut a square for herself. She looked out over the pond as they ate, taking her time on her piece while Mal scarfed hers down, then got another. When Evie looked back at her, she couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of frosting smeared over Mal’s lips.

“What?” Mal asked through her last mouthful of cake, swallowing before attempting to speak again. “Did I get some on my face?”

“Just a little…” Evie said, reaching up like she was going to wipe it away with her thumb. But she just grabbed Mal’s chin and leaned in for a kiss, playfully licking over her lips to clean up the mess of frosting. Mal smiled at first before the kiss turned more serious, and she reached up to cradle Evie’s jaw and kiss her back. They both just melted into it, holding one another as close as they could while there was still a half eaten cake tier on the bench between them.

They didn’t even hear anyone approach, until someone cleared their throat and startled them both. They broke the kiss and whipped around to see Carlos smirking at them. “Well, well, well. Thought I might find you two out here.”

“What do you want, de Vil?” Mal demanded, a little flustered at being interrupted during such an intimate moment, but trying her best to cover it up. 

“Everyone’s wondering where you two went.” Carlos walked closer to the bench, perching himself on the arm. “Jay and I decided to look. He was convinced you’d be off hooking up somewhere,” he chuckled. “We even bet on it.”

“Well if you were a few minutes later, Jay totally would’ve won the bet,” Mal retorted. She plucked one of the strawberry slices off the top of the cake and chucked it at Carlos, who managed to catch it as it bounced off his chest and just popped the fruit in his mouth, grinning at Mal. 

“I was gonna say it’s time to go cut the cake, but it looks like you two already did that,” he said, leaning over Evie to swipe his finger through the frosting and get a taste for himself.

“Well, I’m getting out of here before either of you get strawberry goop on my wedding dress,” Evie said, gently pushing Carlos aside so she could stand up. 

“Great,” Carlos smiled, getting up as well and sucking his frosting-covered finger clean. “Because you still owe me a dance. And Mal, you still owe Jay a dance. And Jay owes me ten bucks.”

“Why don’t you go collect on that?” Evie suggested. “Let him know we aren’t fooling around in a janitor’s closet somewhere. We’ll be right behind you.”

Carlos took the hint, as well as the cake and knife, and headed back up along the path to the banquet hall. Mal stayed on the bench just staring straight ahead, until Evie moved to stand in front of her and she glanced up to meet her eyes.

“Ready to go back?” Evie asked softly. 

“Yeah, just… give me a sec,” Mal replied, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. 

“You know…” Evie said after a moment, a mischievous smirk on her face as she looked down at her new wife. “After the cake, and after the dances, we get to throw our bouquets. You know what that means…”

“We get to watch all the girls rip each other to shreds in the hopes of catching one and being the next bride?”

“Exactly.”

“What a stupid tradition,” Mal laughed, getting up from the bench. “Let’s go!”

[justauthoring]

More Or Less [H.H.]

Request: Hi hey hello!!! I love your work so much it’s so well written!! Could you do and one set during D3 where Hook and (y/n) are in love and the Knights of “Knight Fall” wind up taking (y/n) back to Audrey as a bargaining chip for the VK’s and Harry. Harry gets angsty and really pissed, The VK’s try to calm down Harry but Harry is ready to meet any of Audrey’s demands and there’s possibly an argument with the VK’s where he finally admits he loves (y/n). Flash forward to the fight scene and instead of Celia, Audrey has a unconscious (y/n). Long story short, Mal wins, and Harry RACES up the tower to get (y/n). He’s worried she won’t wake up, then she does. And all is well.

A/N: okay so i didn’t even realize until i’d written the entire thing, but i strayed from your request a little. its still basically the same, but she gets taken in a different.

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 2,531

You couldn’t believe your own eyes.

The sight before and around you, it was... it was unlike anything you’d ever seen. Having grown up on the Isle, Auradon seemed like a far-away dream that it would never come to life. And yet, here you were, stood amongst greens and blues and pinks and just every colour that seemed like a dull imitation back on the Isle.

Then, something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye and with a gasp, you rush towards one of the bushes. With hesitance and a gentle hand, you let your fingertips trace along the object that managed to catch your attention. The beautiful pale blue colour was what had caught your attention at first, but upon closer inspection you realized it was so much more.

There was so much detail within the small thing. Things that looked like leafs protruding from the middle, and when you leaned in, you were hit with a pleasant smell.

With sparkling eyes, you turn to Evie; “what is this?”

Evie turns to you, brows furrowed before her eyes fall on what you’re gently holding. Then, her gaze softens, almost turns pitiful and she smiles warmly your way; “it’s called a flower.”

“A flower,” you whisper, biting your bottom lip.

It was beautiful...

Just then, a hand falls on your lower back, causing you to turn and meet the eyes of Harry. “Look,” you exclaim brightly, eyes twinkling with delight as you gesture in the direction of the flower. “It’s the colour of your eyes.”

There’s a brief moment where Harry just stares back at you, as if caught off by your compliment. But then, his gaze warms and he smiles down at you, pulling you closer. It’s then you notice the hand tucked behind his back. “I brought ye a gift,” he whispers, pulling his hand out from behind his back and presenting you with something coloured green.

Brows furrowed, you pause; “what is it?”

“Apparently, it’s a grape. A fruit.”

“A grape,” you mumble softly, taking the piece of food and popping it in your mouth. You jump slightly as it pops in your mouth, but then, you’re overwhelmed by the flood of juicy-ness that hits all your taste buds. Again, unlike anything you had ever tasted before. “It’s delicious.”

“I know,” Harry grins, smirking down at you. 

“Now I see why my sister kept me locked up on the Isle,” you tease lightly, meeting Harry’s gaze. “I’d just eat all their food.”

“Well, now, you can.”

Smile faltering slightly, you move to grip the collar of Harry’s vest, tugging him closer to you. Your eyes wanders absentmindedly towards the others, noticing that they’re all too busy to even notice you and Harry have wondered off a little. Your eyes lingering on your sisters for a moment longer, regrettably, before you blink, turning back to Harry. “Do you think this is finally it?” You question, your voice quiet as you’re scared of the answer. “We’re finally off that island?”

Harry inhales deeply, eyes flickering around before settling on the edge of his hook, stuck in thought. “Maybe,” he finally shrugs, glancing over his shoulder. You know exactly who his eyes fall on. “I just don’t trust her.”

-

When you finally got over your initial shock and Mal made it clear you needed to start getting down to business, the lot of you split.

Of course, you’d gone off with Harry. Even if you hadn’t wanted to, which of course you did, Harry wouldn’t had let you go off with your sister anyways. He wanted to keep an eye on you, and even if realistically you would’ve been with Uma, he’d professed it wasn’t the same as personally being there. Thus, that left you with him and Gil and Jay and Carlos left searching for Ben.

“Ben!” Carlos bellows, though his voice really fades to the back of your mind.

You hate to admit it, but your mind just keeps wandering. It’s just different here, compared to the Isle. Of course, you’d always known that. But you’d never known what the other side looked like, and now, being able to compare... It made the whole sting of being left behind by your very own sister ten times worse. How could she never come back for you after she saw what this place looked like?

When she saw how much better it was? Even if you had Harry, still.

“Boy!” Carlos’ talking dog, Dude, exclaim, causing the lot of you to pause. “Something stinks. And this time, it wasn’t me.”

You pause, glancing around before you find yourself jumping at the sound of a loud roar. Your head snaps upwards, eyes landing on... something furry? It’s almost comical at first, but then it lets out another loud roar and swipes it’s hand out in front of itself, causing the lot of you to jump backwards. A hand presses against your stomach, pushing you back and glancing up, you find Harry standing in front of you protectively. 

“Stay back,” he whispers, to which you nod, eyes turning back to the danger that loomed before you.

Jay taps Harry on the shoulder, warning him and allowing him to duck in order to dodge a hit to the face. Then, he lashes forward with his hook, managing to knock the beast back slightly. Only, that reinforces his attention on you.

You freeze when his eyes zone in on your own.

“Y/N!”

With a gasp, you duck, just barely managing a hit to the face, letting out a small scream. You glance back up, trying to gauge where the beast is headed. When he see him moving towards your right, you quickly leap to the right, falling into Harry’s arms as he pulls you back. For a brief second as the beast jumps back, feeling threatened, Harry turns to you, hands cupping your cheeks. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod, breathless.

Turning back to the beast, Harry huffs; “you need some serious nose adjustments.”

“I’m not so sure,” Carlos mumbles, brows furrowed as he extends his hand out towards him slowly. “Ben? Did Audrey do that?”

Ben? The King?

“Huh,” Jay pauses, “I thought I recognized those pants.”

Just then, the beast, or Ben, glances down at his hand, letting out a soft whine. “Oh, he’s got a booboo,” Gil realizes, “that’s why he’s so cranky.”

You instinctively move to reach for Carlos when he takes a step forward, still hesitant. But he doesn’t seem faze, maybe just a little nervous, and continues inching forwards, hands held out before him in surrender. “Ben?”

Just then, a branch cracking somewhere behind you catches you attention. Your head snaps around, still on high-alert, before your eyes settle on... some sort of animal? Mind fading from the conversation at hand, you take a step back from Harry without thinking, trying to think of the animal before you. It almost looked... unicorn like.

Was that what it was? A unicorn?

You glance back briefly, noticing that nothing seems necessarily wrong anymore given that Carlos and Jay have identified the beast as Ben. So, turning back to the unicorn, you let a smile fall on your lips, eyes sparkling. You’ve only ever heard about unicorns in the ripped, torn books that were left on the Isle. None of them had pictures, but it was everything you always imagined it to be.

Inching closer to the animal, you barely notice how far you’ve distanced yourself from Harry and the rest. “Hey,” you call out softly, hands held out before you cautiously. “Hey, it’s okay.”

Two more steps, and you’re finally close enough to touch it. It stands up a little straight, alert, as you hesitantly and slowly reach out for it. But, eventually, your hand falls on the back of it’s neck, your fingers running through it’s mane. “There,” you coo softly, lips curled into a bright grin. “See? I’m not so scary?”

It leans into your touch causing you to let out a soft giggle.

“Well, aren’t you just the cutest?”

A moment passes by, your smile brighter then it’s ever been, before something just feels wrong. It’s sudden, quick, but something inside of you seems to just scream wrong.

The unicorn disappears before your very eyes.

You gasp, hand falling by your side as your eyes widen in horror.

“Aweh.”

Spinning around at the new voice, your eyes fall on a face you don’t recognize. But her eyes scream evil to you. Not to mention, she’s holding your mother’s Scepter.

“Little naive, aren’t we?”

-

“Forget it. We can’t do that.”

“She’s your sister!”

“Harry, you know we can’t.”

Harry scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. All he can see is red, and their words aren’t making it any better. Not to mention, his heart is racing like crazy with worry.

“We can’t simply just let her take Auradon,” Mal sighs, shaking her head. “I mean, i’m worried too. But we’ll get Y/N back another way.”

“Another way?” Harry roars, eyes blazing. “Yer sister is stuck somewhere with that lunatic, and ye barely give a damn!” Harry can’t help it, with each word he says, his voice just pitches louder and louder. He can barely hear himself think. All he knows is that he needs to find you and now. He doesn’t care about Auradon or frankly anyone else, in that moment it’s just you.

He should’ve kept a better eye on you. Shouldn’t have let you wandered off like that. It was stupid of him and now he was paying for that mistake.

Because who knows where you were or if you were okay? He didn’t know what that girl was doing to you or what she planned to do to you. All he knows is that there was a way to get you back, right now, safe and sound, and if it meant giving up all of Auradon to do it. Then so be it.

“Harry,” Ben calls, taking a step towards him. Harry feels his anger intensify. “I understand you’re worried about Y/N, but we can’t trade Auradon for one girl--”

“Don’t but me, King,” Harry interrupts, his voice ice cold. He sets his hook on the King’s chest, a silent way of warning him not to take another step forward. Harry doesn’t know what he’ll do if he takes another step forward. He’s already not thinking clearly. “Ye never given a shit about us Isle kids. Ye think yer a hero for bringing over four? Yer not. And now, when ye actually have the chance to prove ye do care, ye do nothing.”

“Harry--”

Harry’s quick to turn, eyes falling on Mal. “And ye. Y/N’s yer sister, or did ye forget? Oh, that’s right, ye have. Because ye left her on the Isle and now’ll yer leaving her again.”

Mal’s eyes widen, lips parting; “I--”

“Harry,” Uma calls out, taking a step forward. Harry feels his anger lessen slightly at the sight of his long time and trusted friend. Surely, she’ll agree with him. “They’re right. We can’t give up the chance of everyone on the Isle being free. We’ll get Y/N back the original way, through the plan.”

Harry feels a sting of betrayal hit him. Eyes narrowing, Harry turns to Mal, gesturing to her with his hook, “ye really think they’re gunna let us all out? Like they’ve had any plans on doing it from the’ beginning?”

Mal’s face says it all.

But Harry decides to push it. “Tell me i’m wrung,” Harry hisses, stepping towards Mal. “Tell me yer actually going to save all those kids and i’ll do it yer way.”

Mal says nothing.

Turning to Uma, Harry lowers his voice, “i’m going to find Y/N, with or without ye. Because I can’t lose her.” Then, pausing, Harry swallows thickly. “But i’d feel a lot better having me captain by me side.”

-

“Y/N!”

Harry doesn’t stop. He doesn’t really think. His foot just moves in front of the other and all he can think about is you. All he can see is you, unconscious, body limp.

When he finally does reach you, he meets Mal’s eyes briefly, some sort of understanding passing between their gazes. Reluctantly and part of Harry hated to admit it, your sister had saved you. It was her in the end who defeated Audrey. And without her, Harry wouldn’t be able to pull you in his arms like he is now. He’d never be able to hold you again or tell you that he loves.

Because he does. Harry realized that the moment he might lose you.

Brushing back strands of hair that had fallen into your eyes and face, Harry’s touch is gentle as he coddles you against him. He lets his hook fall by his side, suddenly not so concerned with it and rather you as he cups your cheek, praying for your eyes to open.

“Y/N?” He calls out, voice soft. It’s odd to hear his voice so soft. Harry didn’t even think he could sound so... gentle. “Y/N, come on, love. Wake up.”

When he glances up, the others are surrounding him. Waiting, just like he is. He meets Uma’s eyes who only frowns down at him, not sure how to help. He knows she wishes she could, but Audrey was gone, the spell should’ve warn off by now.

Yet, it hasn’t.

Letting his fingers trace your cheek, Harry swallows thickly. “Y/N?”

Moments go by. Each passing minute feels like an eternity to Harry, like his growing hell. He can’t lose you.

But then, your eyes flutter open and his widen. “Y/N?” He calls out, voice louder, desperate, hopeful. “Y/N, it’s me. It’s Harry.”

Your eyes take a moment to focus, but eventually they fall on his own. The panic that had been in your gaze, obviously confused, fades when you find his blue ones on your own. “Harry?” You mumble, your hand falling to your head. “What the hell happened?”

“Audrey happened,” Harry explains, “but... yer better now. Mal... saved you.”

You blink, as if puzzled by his words, eyes flickering to your sisters as she smiles hesitantly down at you. Biting your bottom lip, you smile back at her before turning back to Harry, letting him help you up to your feet. “My head hurts,” you groan, causing the others to laugh.

The only one who doesn’t is Harry.

“Harry?”

“You had me losing me mind, love,” Harry confesses softly, voice breathy. Your lips part, eyes softening. “Don’t do that again.”

Cupping his cheek, you smile up at him; “I won’t.”

You move to hug him, but before you can, Harry is pressing his lips against your own. It causes you to still, the action surprising. You and Harry might be close, past the friendship line, but you’ve never kissed before. It’s everything you’d hoped it to be, and honestly, you didn’t even know Harry was capable of so much love until you feel him hold you close and tight and mold his lips against your own.

When he pulls back, you grin; “that your way of telling me you love me?”

Harry shrugs; “more or less.”

-

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[unapologeticallyjaylos]

descendants 12 days of holidays: holiday parties

title: this right here (with you)

pairing: jay x carlos 

warnings: a few curse words

this was for yesterday’s prompt and i apologize for posting this a date late :) 

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“I don’t go to parties.”

“I am the goddamn party.”

Jay and Carlos spoke at the same time, staring at Evie who was holding out two invitations. She raised an eyebrow, her gaze flicking back and forth between the two.

“Glad you’re on the same page,” she said wryly, handing Jay one of letters and Carlos the other. “It’s not being thrown by me - trust me, it would be a lot better if it was - but everyone is talking about it.”

“Oh, yeah!” Jay glanced over his invitation with a nod. “The guys on the team have been talking about it all week! Apparently it’s a pretty big rager.”

“Rager?” Carlos wrinkled up his nose. “Gross. No.”

“It’s alright,” Evie smiled at him. “You don’t have to go. I thought I’d just pass along the message.”

“Come on, Pup.” Jay ruffled his hair. “Just come for a little bit? Please? It’ll be way more fun with you there - I promise!”

Carlos wanted to say no. Carlos should say no. But Carlos had an unbelievable, indisputable, completely pathetic soft spot for Jay. So instead of shaking his head and promising to help him get ready, Carlos nodded.

“Alright, fine.”

Shit.

---

The bass was shaking the ground at least thirty feet in front of the actual party venue. Evie looked perfectly festive in black leather boots and red dress; Jay had cleaned up nicely, and even Mal looked more presentable than usual.

Carlos pulled at his white sweater, furrowing his brows. God, why did he let Jay pressure him into coming? He’d so much rather be back in his room with Dude working or reading or… doing anything other than this.

“Come on,” Jay grinned. “I can smell the booze from here.”

Evie raised an eyebrow. “Make good choices.”

“When has he ever made a decent choice?” Mal shot back, earning herself a jab from Jay.

They walked towards Chad Charming’s house - an off campus living space purchased for him by none other than Cinderella and Kit of Charmington. Privately, Carlos thought it was ridiculous for their son to have a space all to himself; it only invited trouble. For a moment, he wondered how the boy managed to keep it all clean, but once he walked in, he realized that Chad just… didn’t.

Beer bottles, half strung lights, bags of chips, and boxes of pizza littered every surface. The walls and the floor and the furniture vibrated with the force of the music volume and there were people everywhere.

“Holy shit,” Carlos muttered under his breath, his feet stalling in the doorway just long enough for the party behind them to bump into him.

“Keep moving!” one of them barked, shoving past Carlos to make a beeline for the alcohol.

Carlos inched towards the corner. He’d always thought holiday parties consisted of hot chocolate and eggnog and soft music and presents, but apparently, those were too calm. The entire school preferred this… rager.

“The island parties are still better,” Mal shouted at him over the music. “But this is at least passable.”

Carlos only shrugged, inching closer to the corner where - hopefully - no one could step on him or bump him or run him over.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an orange cat slink along the wall and up the stairs. Finally. Something worth coming to the party. Carlos followed the cat, looking around to see if anyone would yell at him for venturing upstairs. Luckily, everyone else seemed to be pretty wasted.

“Hi, there,” Carlos said gently when he reached the top, noticing the cat standing at the end of the hallway. “What’s your name?”

He stepped closer - slowly, so he wouldn’t frighten it. The cat seemed wary, but not terrified, and after a few moments, it allowed Carlos to sit nearby.

“Don’t like the party much either?” Carlos asked, reaching out to stroke the cat gently - making sure to avoid the negative spaces where cats didn’t like to be touched. “That’s alright. Me neither. It’s way too loud, right? Too many people?”

In response, the cat purred a bit. Deciding that Carlos’ touch was acceptable, it moved closer, running up against his knee. Carlos smiled for the first time all evening. His cat Beezlebub used to do the same thing.

“You know,” he laughed softly. “I had a cat once. I loved her. Her name was Bee, and I miss her every single day. She wasn’t orange, like you, but she was pretty.”

He let himself remember Bee for a moment; she had been his one source of comfort on the island… sort of like how this cat was his one source of comfort at this party.

“I wouldn’t even be at this party if it weren’t for him,” Carlos told the cat with a grimace. “Honestly, feelings are so overrated. They make you do stupid things like agree to go to stupid parties.”

The cat meowed, as if in understanding.

“Yeah, exactly.” Carlos nodded. “He’s gonna be shitfaced by the end of the night and probably take off with some other girl. It’s gonna be an absolute blast. I don’t advise you to ever develop a crush.”

“You have a crush?”

Carlos whipped around, staring at Jay who had just come up the stairs. “Where the fuck did you come from?”

“Uh -” Jay blinked, pointing down the stairs. “From… down there. I was looking for you and someone said that they saw you go upstairs, and -” His gaze fell on the cat and understanding dawned in his eyes. “Oh, you found a friend.”

“The only good part of this party.” Carlos could feel his cheeks getting hotter by the second. “Uh - how much did you hear?”

“Just that your crush is here.” Jay was still grinning as he sat down next to him. On the whole, he didn’t look as drunk as Carlos would’ve expected. “Is that why you agreed to come?”

The irony wasn’t lost on Carlos, and if he weren’t too busy wishing the earth would swallow him whole, he might’ve laughed. “Uh - I don’t -”

“Come on,” Jay laughed. “I won’t tell anyone. Not even Mal. What’s he like?”

Carlos made a face. “Do we have to talk about this? Wouldn’t you rather go drink downstairs with everyone else?”

“No way!” Jay shook his head. “I can do that anytime. But I may never have the opportunity to sus out who your crush is.”

Carlos mimed zipping his lips. He hated that a tiny little part of him wanted to tell Jay who it was.

He’s up here. With you. Not at the party, his brain whispered unhelpfully. That means he at least cares about you.

“Look, ‘Los,” Jay said. “I get that parties aren’t your thing. You must really like the guy if you agreed to go.”

“Yeah, well,” Carlos mumbled, picking at a spot on the carpet. “He looks cute when he says please.”

Jay’s eyebrows rose and an evil grin spread across his face. “Hey, there’s one hint. Even though it’s pretty fucking useless since every Auradon prick’s first word was ‘please.’”

Taking a deep breath, Carlos gathered up his courage. “Who -” he cleared his throat, “Who ever said he was from Auradon?”

He watched as the information sank in. Jay’s face morphed from confused to understanding to stunning in a matter of seconds.

“Say something,” Carlos begged after a few seconds, wincing. “Look, we can pretend this never happened, alright? Or - or I’ll switch rooms! Or I’ll -”

“You could go out with me.”

Now it was Carlos’ turn to be stunned. He coughed for a few seconds, choking on his own air. “I - I don’t understand.”

“Go out with me,” Jay repeated steadily, staring right at him. “This Friday.”

“Why?”

“Because, you idiot,” Jay grinned. “Have you ever stopped to consider that maybe your feelings aren’t one-sided or whatever? I mean… I’m up here. Not at a party. With you. How much more obvious could I get?”

The butterflies in Carlos’ stomach started flapping madly, circling around each other and bumping right into his ribcage.

Jay likes me.

“Uh -” Carlos blushed, laughing a little. “Do we have to wait for Friday?”

And downstairs, no one seemed to notice when Jay and Carlos slipped out the back door.

[hitchell-mope]

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

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

Harriet: he walked past you

Ben: he walked past behind me.

Harriet: so the fuck what?

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

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

Cj: which is what exactly?

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

Cj: that is barely worth mentioning and in any

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

Harry: I think my legs are broked

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

Mal: you wanna tell her or shall I?

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

Evie: and the four things?

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

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

Carlos: pretty much yeah.

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

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

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

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

Mal: hey bud

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

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

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

Mal: no

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

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

Jane: 🎶colada’🎶

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

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

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

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

Mal (chuckling): if you want

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

Evie: I refuse to be shut out!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hadie: (beat) ok. NOW it’s replicated

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

Hadie: it’d be my pleasure

Mal: great thanks. I gotta go

Jane: he’s tall. Er then me

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

Mal: what is it now?

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

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

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

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

Evie: oh here we go...

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

Lonnie: you ok

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

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

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

(Some music starts up and everyone freezes)

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

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

Evie: what happened?

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

Mal: sorry bud

Ben: sorry bro

Evie: yeah sorry

Gil: s’ok

Evie: what were we arguing about?

Mal: beats me

Ben: ditto

Cj: I know

Jay: no ya don’t

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

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

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

Ben: ohhhh yeah uhhhh heheh you mind?

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

Ben: thank you

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

Uma: ohhhh What do you want?

Ben: talk?

Uma: oh yeah? What about?

Ben: uh, you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ben: have you told Mal this?

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

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

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

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

Uma: im done. You can go

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

Uma: whatever

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

Uma: petty? Me? Petty?

Ben: mhmm.

Uma: bitch!

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

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

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

Uma: nope

Ben: why not?

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

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

[bluebellhairpin]

Unbeatable Rivalry

Harry Hook X Reader

A/N: First Harry Hook request. This boy needs more love too. - Nemo

Request: #9 for Harry hook from the dialogue starter thing please :) And I would love to be tagged in it once it gets posted - @fangirl--of-everything

Prompt: 9. “This is a lot harder than it looks and I don’t think you realise it.”

Summary: You and Harry have been at it since he got to Auradon. He never let a day go by without annoying you, and you never let the sun set without telling him how unbearable he was. But things change. Who would’ve guessed it started with another bad day? 

Masterlist  

The newest VK’s were giving Auradon hell.

They were troublemakers, clowns, silver-tongues, devils. Or at least Harry Hook was.

He never let up trying to harass you until you had to get up and leave. Your mother raised you to have self-control like a royal should, and your father taught you to do good even if it meant doing something society believed to be bad; but this pirate, this boy kept testing and pushing what you learnt. You knew you were going to end up breaking, and doing something even your father would agree to be bad.

He was there wherever you went, lurking in your peripheral vision and shooting that damn same smile every time you caught him staring.

It made your heart beat faster and your mind grow hazy and you didn’t know why.

One rainy day, when tourney practice outside was traded up for training drills inside, Harry and his insistent annoyance to your existence simply became a problem on a growing list.

You were already on a warpath by the end of the school day; the new tourney practice had interrupted your own fencing session, a bozo in the hallway knocked you to the ground and had the audacity to not stay and help you, and your parents had given you the news that morning that they wouldn’t be able to make it to come visit you the upcoming holidays because they decided to visit their old home instead.

Needless to say you were in a bad mood.

Lonnie noticed how on-edge you were acting and took you aside.

“Hood, you alright?” she asked, and you looked up at her. She was one of the few people you’d let call you ‘Hood’.

Robin Hood was your father, and in his younger days after marrying Marian he was caught stealing from some of the more ‘Royal’ royals like Arial and even Beast and Belle, which almost got him sent to the Isle. ‘Hood’ was a touche name for you, since many would use it as a mocking name, underlying saying you were more of a Isle-dweller then Auradon student. You knew Lonnie wasn’t like that.

Her mother broke the rules for the greater-good too.

“I’ll be fine, just a rough day.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair and shoving your books back in your locker. She leaned on the door beside you and smiled. “What?” You asked, she was always hiding something when she smiled like that.

“Oh nothing, really. It’s just I might have something that could cheer you up.��� she started, grabbing your hand as soon as you shut your locker, and dragged you towards where tourney practice would be going on.

“Lonnie-”

“No, let me explain.” she interrupted, “Jay owes me for when I went to the Isle with them. I saved his ass so bad once they got back. This is part of his favour paid off.” she explained and opened the door to the training room.

And he was there.

You suddenly hated everything again.

“(y/n) woah, get your butt back here.” Lonnie said, grabbing you to turn you back around as you tried to leave.

“Why?” you whined, “I don’t like him, you know that.” She smiled down at you and pushed you into the centre ring, handing you your sword before starting to back away.

“Pirates use swords. He,” she pointed to Harry, “Is honestly the best swordsman in the whole school, not that I’d like to admit it.”

“You force me to stand with him and he won’t be the only person with a blade being run through their middles.” you hissed, Lonnie letting out a laugh as she moved behind the barriers to watch.

You could hear Harry let out a laugh behind you. You sucked in a breath as you turned around to face him with a glare.

“You have a lot of your father in you.” he said, leaning suavely on his sword as he spoke. You sent him a sickly sweet smile.

“I do. I’m also a thief, legendary archer, master sword person, fearless, charitable. But I’m also like my mother. Brave, kind, selfless, a worker of silent bribery.” You said, each word bringing you closer to him, your voice slowly going down. “I also share traits both of them have.”

“Like what?” he asked, leaning forwards to be inches away from your face.

“A limited tolerance to harassment.” you said and brought your sword up to his throat, catching him off-guard and causing him to stumble back to sit on one of the training blocks. His eyes flickered from the blade at his throat up to you, your gaze like steel.

“Well, I must you do hold something rather appealing in your mannerisms.” he started, moving like lightning to have you turned around and pinned to his chest, his sword now at your throat. “You’re not like the others at this school. I catch a lot of people taking looks at me, but you don’t. What do you call that?” he finished, speaking into your ear.

You managed to push yourself out of his hold, swords clashing for a few long moments before your blades and faces were brought together again.

“I’d call it dignity. Not really something I’d expect you to have heard of before.”

You took this break apart as a way to regain your bearings. You looked around the room and saw a crowd had gathered.

Lonnie and Jay were watching proudly from where you last saw them, the other VK’s were nearby. Evie was smiling like an idiot, she’d mentioned something about ‘unrivalled tension’ of some kind flowing between you both, so it didn’t surprise you to see her hear at all. Harry’s pals Uma and Gil were here too, up front and centre to watch one of their own fight with one of Auradon’s. King Ben and Mal were even lurking near the back, both watching intently at how this could end up.

You swung your sword a few times, circling the pirate with analytical eyes, waiting for the right time to strike.

His eyes followed you too, your movements mesmerising him in a way that pushed him further. For him it was like a test, a trial you put on for him to tell whether he was good enough for you. 

“This is a lot harder than it looks and I don’t think you realise it.” he said, eyes trailing over your form with a smirk as you continued your stalk-like circling. You tilted your head with a light smile, not saying anything in response to his comment, but somewhat knowing what he meant.

He’d never directly said anything, but almost everyone in the school knew if they messed with you they’d get him too, even if it was under the bleachers, because you were unspokenly his, even if you hadn’t said so either.

He took the first move, and what followed was a burr of metallic clashing and twisting body movements that ended with you pinning him on the training room floor.

That qued everyone leaving. They’d seen the fight, and you’d won. Simple.

What happened after was nothing simple. Everything became a lot more complicated.

The following days for you were spent wondering how to feel.

Before, you loathed Harry. To the point you were sure he was what caused all your problems, from losing a pen to getting a fail on your exams. You wanted nothing more then to send him back to the Isle or kill him yourself.

Now, you couldn’t get him off your mind, and not in the way of before. Now you wondered about where he was, who he was with, whether he’d like the outfit you’d decided to wear today. How much you thought of him annoyed you almost as much as he did, and yet you couldn’t stop.

What happened after everyone left that rainy day was something you weren’t entirely sure you remembered properly.

It was as blurry and went by as fast as the sword fight did, but you knew it ended with blushes dusting both your faces and a couple swollen lips.

But you did know that Harry’s insistence on being around you more often didn’t exactly bother you. As far as everyone else knew you both just came to an understanding after the sword fight, however some certain people stayed around long enough to find out it was more than that.

We’re all looking at you Evie, you too Lonnie. Don’t you think you’re being overlooked either Uma.

Except for the fact that Harry has an untameable need to ‘keep things fresh’.

So after you both decided to make things official and known to the whole school that you were his and he was yours, he decided the best way to do that was to pull you into a breath-taking, mind-numbing kiss. In the cafeteria. With the whole student body watching. Including teachers.

Harry got a lovely talking to from the teachers, followed by an earful from you once he got back to visit your dorm.

You got a phone call from your mother saying that you didn’t need to follow in her footsteps by dating a criminal. You told her he wasn’t. You don’t think she believed you.

Your dad told you you’d got a good catch, then he insisted to talk to Harry. You’re pretty sure your boyfriend got threatened.

[ifyougivearavenawritingdesk]

Treat You Better | Harry Hook

Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ: [Y/N] is a patient person- they got that from their father, Scar. So when their girlfriend, Mal, leaves for Auradon, they can wait it out; but Harry Hook, who’s been crushing on the feisty lion since they were ten, certainly can’t.

Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Harry Hook x Reader | Past Mal x Reader

Wᴏʀᴅ Cᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.3K

A/N: This is my first fic on here, so please, be gentle ;-;. I tried quite hard on it, and I hope it’s enjoyable for you! I thought it turned out a bit cliche, so I made a little quip. Let’s see if you can find it ;).

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You shoved through the individuals warning the marketplace, sending those who protested sinister glares. You cursed the magic- or, more so, lack of magic on the Isle for your human form- you could’ve been an utterly terrifying lion, but since no magic existed on the Isle, humanistic animals didn’t either.

So, you were stuck like this- a weak pathetic human, with no sharp claws or loud roar to speak of.

Usually, Mal would get your through the marketplace with ease; if people didn’t find your girlfriend intimidating, they’d find her mother in that boat. But Mal had gone off with prissy princes and princesses in Auradon- but that was fine.

You could wait, right?

You went up the dock of the Lost Revenge, meeting with your crew. Uma, the leader, Harry Hook, the first mate, Gil LeGume, the second mate, and you- the third mate. You certainly weren’t offended by your role, and your cleverness and cunning certainly weren’t ignored, but you would’ve thought Harry, your arguably best friend, could’ve gotten you just a slightly higher role, eh?

“Ah, [Y/N], my love! We’ve been waitin’ on ye’.“ Harry said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. You snapped your sharp teeth at your friend, the only thing left of your lion bone structure, but he didn’t back off. Why would he? He knew you’d never hurt him. You’d proved that when you were both eleven and couldn’t bring yourself to bite him in the throat when he stole your food.

“Woah, there, tiger! Gil said. You sent a warning glare at him. “Sorry, lion-”

You smiled and nodded at the annoyingly common misconception, before noting the absence of Ursula’s daughter. That’s when you’d remembered- she’d been gone for weeks now. You frowned, but quickly fixed your face back into your permanent scowl.

“I see yer’ missin’ Uma,” Harry said, looking at you softly. He frowned, a look not exactly custom for Harry- you liked the insane smirk more, personally, considering he’d found he look at age thirteen and he’d fortunately stuck to it for your viewing pleasure- “we are too.” He said gesturing to Gil and himself.

“Yeah. Where could she be anyway? Whenever she vanishes, she usually comes back pretty fast.” You scoffed.

“Yeah, I know,” Harry said. “But- I got some good news for ye’, darlin’. Mal and her little crew are back- and we got their bikes.” He grinned at you.

You knew you probably should’ve been more excited at the prospect of the bikes that could get you out of the Isle, but when he mentioned Mal, that’s when you perked up. “Mal? Mal’s back?” You said, sounding like a happy puppy- or, a cat would be more accurate considering your heritage.

It made Harry sick to his stomach.

Mal had left you for that prissy Auradon place, and you still loved her. He truly couldn’t understand it. Cats weren’t supposed to be loyal- that was a dog's job. He snickered to himself- maybe he should tell that one to Carlos if they ran into each other- bloody hell, he was such a lap dog, Harry was surprised he was the kid of someone who hated dogs so avidly.

But, back on topic- “why are ye’ so excited over that bratty dragon’s return? She left ye’, remember?” Harry asked, almost angrily.

“I- Harry, she said she’d come back. And she did!” You said, eyes hopeful. Harry just gagged.

“Whatever. Gil, [Y/N]-” Harry forced his smirk back onto his face, “we ride with the tide- right into Auradon.”

You all cheered.

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You three most definitely weren’t expecting to meet with The Core Four the second you reached the bridge separating the hell of the Isle and heaven of Auradon. But, you were focused on Mal- she looked so different...less evil.

You hated that. Your partner in crime turned into a pretty princess. What a shame.

You shook your mind of your thoughts. “Well, what do we have here?” You said, strutting gracefully towards the four VKs gone good. “If it isn’t our own band of VKs- or, ahem, forgive me, AKS.” You said, scowling as you jabbed a finger into Mal’s chest. You couldn’t help but chortle when the blue gem was dropped from her hand. “Whoopsies! How...clumsy of me.”

“[Y/N]! That was Hade’s Ember! Oh, what do I-” Mal raved about the Ember, and you scowled. What the fuck? She couldn’t even say she missed you, she was so absorbed in that Ember, goddamnit-

“Drop something?” You heard a familiar voice, and you grinned, and then, in unison, you, Harry, and Gil yelled out your praises.

“Uma!”

“That’s my name~,” She said, and you happily clasped your hands with Harry’s. Harry refused to let a blush slide across his face. Refused.

Mal held her hand out to Uma, who was holding the Hadesforsaken blue stone. “Uma, I need that.” Your girlfriend- was she even that, anymore?- said.

“And why should she give it to you? For all we know, you’ll just abandon it on an island somewhere-” You glared at her. “Like you abandoned me.” Uma put a hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you, but you went on, Harry watching almost enthusiastically.

“Sure, Uma’ll will give you the Ember- for a trade.” You said, tearing a gold band Mal had stolen from Jafar’s shop off your finger. “You see this? It’s worthless because you broke a promise. So why do I need a ring?” You said, chucking it into the murky depths, refusing to shed a tear. You didn’t know why you were suddenly so aware of Mal’s wrongdoings- maybe Harry’s speech did a number on you.

Harry grinned but made it so you couldn’t see. And on went the trade.

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You felt yourself waking up from something. Your joints were stiff and pained, and you saw that you were accompanied by some of your companions- Evie, Carlos...

“What happened?” You asked, before memories flooded back into your head. The moving fucking knights, the berry bush with Jay, Gil, And Harry, Mal closing the fucking Barrier- wait. “Shit. Where’s Mal? Where’s Harry? Where’s-”

“Right ‘ere, love.” You heard a Scottish accent from behind you, and almost instinctively, your arms wrapped around Harry’s frame. You weren’t overly affectionate by any means, but seeing Harry okay was a huge relief.

“Jesus Christ, Harry- I gotta find Mal-” You said, about to sprint off but somehow Harry caught you by the collar, your cat-like reflexes not working to your advantage. “Goddamnit, Harry-”

“No, [Y/N]. I’m tired of hearin’ ye’ go on about Mal. She’s not yours, anymore, okay? She’s with Ben, and she’s gonna pop out a bunch of prissy princes and princesses out with ‘im. She forgot about ye’, [Y/N], why can’t ye’ see that?” Harry went on.

“Because, she-” You thought for a moment. She had left you, hadn’t she? When she left for Auradon, she never even tried to send a letter. When she came back for Ben, she’d barely acknowledged you. And now? She was so absorbed with her rivalry with Uma, she barely knew you were there. “She...she left me...” You said, voice cracking. Harry held you close to him. “She...left....me...”

You felt like you were in a cliche romance novel they had in Auradon; the main character comes to grips that her former love interest doesn’t love her anymore and the main character finds love in the current love interest- but, maybe that was just how it was gonna play out.

“I didn’t- Harry, you wouldn’t leave me, would you? Right?” You just needed that final confirmation, jesus christ-

And suddenly, you felt lips crash against yours. You didn’t realize how much you missed the hugs and pecks Mal used to give you until you found yourself gripping onto Harry tightly and running your hands through his hair, because fuck, that felt nice.

You pulled away from him, smiling. He finally responded to your question. “That an answer, love?” Harry asked. You leaned your head against his chest, smiling softly.

“Yeah, I ‘spose it is.” You sighed contentedly. Maybe he could treat you better than Mal ever did.

He’d gotten the physical aspect right.

[eviesmyspiritanimal]

We Are Off to See the Wizard Part 1

Summary: Audrey's Annual Halloween Bash is coming up, and Evie has thought of a rather interesting costume idea for the Core Four. Several of their friends get pulled into the epiphany, too. It's super fluffy with Huma, Jaudrey, Bal, Jarlos, Core Four fluff, and Mal and Hades father/daughter feels.

  “Evie, there is no way under the sun that I’m agreeing to this,” Mal firmly protested, evading Evie’s eyeliner that was headed for her eyes at a quick pace. She hurried over to the other side of the bed so that the bluenette couldn’t corner her against a wall.

  “M, please? I already have the costumes made and everything, and Audrey’s having her party tonight,” Evie begged, looking at her with soulful eyes as she paused on the opposite side of the bed. Mal rolled her eyes, keeping her gaze firmly locked on the door in an attempt to avoid falling for Evie’s sad look as she plotted a way to get out.

  Evie was currently attempting to desperately convince her sister to partake in her latest costume idea: The Wizard of Oz. She had apparently been working on the getups secretly behind Mal’s back for a long while now, and just today on Halloween, Evie had finally decided to present her plan to the other girl. Most likely she waited because she wanted to convince Mal that since it was the day of Halloween and the faerie still had no costume, she should just use Evie’s epiphany. Which, by the way, was a really stupid idea.

  To put it simply, Mal was not having it. She might decide to go out for Audrey’s big Halloween bash and would maybe even dress up, but she was never going to go in such a ridiculous outfit as a man made out of straw. Besides that, she wasn’t even a man.

  “How do you even know the getup’s going to fit since you didn’t even try it on me beforehand?” Mal desperately spoke, trying to find some loophole in this frustrating idea as she plotted her way out.

  “I’ve got your, Jay’s, and Carlos’ measurements!” Evie proudly grinned, before staring at Mal with that same look from earlier as her eyes attempted to delve deeply into whatever sympathy reserves that Mal had. “C’mon, let me put the costume on you… Please?”

  Mal looked between Evie, the door, and the bed before making up her mind.

  “Ain’t happenin’, cap’n,” Mal told her, faking a lunge for Evie’s side of the bed, but quickly rushing for the door and she shoved through the doorway quickly.

  However, just as soon as she shoved her way out of the horrifying dungeon of doom, she ran straight into Uma. The dark-skinned girl stumbled backward with the impact, but quickly recollected herself as she gained a questioning expression.

  “Woah, woah, woah. Just where’re you going in such a hurry?” Uma asked, holding the green-eyed girl’s arms firmly in an attempt to steady her. Mal shoved the door closed with her foot and she practically dragged Uma behind her as she started to scurry away.

  “Don’t ask why, just run before she makes you the dog,” Mal told her, and Uma began to willingly run close by her as Mal’s hand melted away from her wrist.

  “So we’re running through the halls of your castle away from Evie, because she’s gonna turn you into a pooch? Seriously? We’re talking bubble-gum-friendship-forever Evie, right?” Uma questioned, raising an eyebrow skeptically as Mal looked behind her furiously, ushering the pirate up the stairs to her favorite hiding spot on the roof.

  “Yeah, but she’s not turning anyone into a dog magically. It’s a makeup torture session,” Mal explained and Uma’s went wide as she swiftly moved with Mal’s shoves without any hesitation whatsoever.

  “In that case, I’m with you, girl. Run for the hills!” Uma yelled, hurrying up the stairwell and opening the door for the both of them. Mal quickly scaled them but paused so she could check to see if Evie was behind them.

  “Mal?!” Evie’s voice sounded off from somewhere at the bottom of the stairs, and with no hesitation, Mal dashed through the doorway with Uma quickly behind her.

  Uma turned and swiftly locked it behind her. There was a short moment where time seemed to stop. There were no sounds besides the pleasant breeze zipping around their ears, and for all practical purposes, Evie seemed to not have followed them.

  Uma hesitantly stepped back, keeping her eyes firmly glued on the door. After all, one couldn’t leave their guard down just yet. Especially when one’s dignity was at stake.

  The pirate ambled over to Mal, crossing her arms over her chest as she calmly surveyed the perfect view of the Isle that their lookout permitted.

  “Gosh,” Mal breathed heavily, breaking the silence as she stared wide-eyed at the door. Uma looked over at the purple-haired girl and raised an eyebrow.

  “You used to be able to outrun even me. Being queen’s aging you already, is it?” Uma teased, and Mal largely ignored her smart comment in favor of leaning against the railing tiredly.

  “Y’know, I’ve never been gladder to have you here in Auradon,” Mal grinned as she worked to catch her breath. Uma laughed breathlessly, rolling her eyes at the other girl with a smirk as she settled her gaze on Mal’s profile.

  “Really? Not even when we single-handedly saved Auradon from its greatest threat yet? ‘Cause I thought that was pretty dang awesome myself.”

  “Yeah, yeah, Audrey wasn’t it’s biggest threat. Try you.”

  “I was nowhere near crazy or dangerous as her. Even when I had an opportunity to take the scepter, I didn’t,” Uma told her, and Mal eyed her strangely, wondering if Uma had considered stealing it previously or had broken into the museum once before. It was a worrying thought, nevertheless, but she still trusted the pirate. Despite the fact that she was freshly reformed. Very freshly reformed.

  “But seriously, though, have y’all got that under better security yet? I mean really. A curtain isn’t exactly the best form of protection. Even that stupid, useless, totally unmagical Queen’s crown was surrounded by glass,” Uma laughed, shaking her head with a grin. Mal looked over at the other girl with a slight smile.

  “Nobody’s getting Mom’s scepter anytime soon. We’ve got it under special, high-security lockdown now.”

  “If you’d have thought of that earlier, you might not would’ve had this problem with Audrey.” Mal shot her a warning glance. Uma looked away with a shrug. “Just sayin’.”

  “Now, look, back to the main subject of why we’re even up here. What’s Evie trying to do to you?” Mal simply groaned deeply in response to the other girl’s question.

  “She’s got this ridiculous, cutesy-tutesy costume idea for me, Jay, Carlos, and her. Something about a scaredy-cat, a metal man, a straw person, and a girl that gets a concussion,” Mal explained, rolling her eyes at the very idea of Evie’s ridiculous plan.

  “Who’s she trying to get you to be?” Uma questioned.

  “She’s intending for me to be the straw person,” Mal replied, and Uma let out a sharp bark of laughter.

  “Good grief! That’s bad!” Uma cried. After a moment of considering this newest revelation, Uma chuckled.

  “But the good part is that I know what I’m saying to you the next time I see you,” Uma smirked widely and Mal’s eyes widened as she recognized that look and somehow knew what the dark-skinned girl was thinking.

  “Don’t you dare,” Mal warned. Uma’s wicked smile simply grew as she opened her mouth to speak. Mal closed her eyes in exasperation, knowing there was no stopping her.

  “Hay, gurl, hay!” Uma exclaimed, before bursting into laughter. Mal just huffed in response and waited for Uma to finally finish her fit of hysterics.

  “Yeah, I’m gonna give you heck for that,” Uma told her, shaking her head with a contented smile as a few giggles still haunted her tone.

  They quieted for a moment before the dark-skinned girl suddenly spoke again.

  “I’ve got an idea. What if you were the girl that got the concussion?” Uma asked, and Mal looked at her, completely unimpressed with her idea.

  “What if you were the dog, then?” Mal sarcastically questioned, and Uma pursed her lips and watched her, displeased with Mal’s sudden snark and lack of contemplation of her idea.

  “I’m just saying that it would certainly be better than the other options,” the pirate informed her.

  Mal thought about her statement for a moment, considering her chances of getting out of Evie’s costume idea. It was undeniably something that Evie really worked hard on and wanted to stick with. Besides, Mal knew she’d have to face the bluenette at one point or another, and Mal didn’t really want to face a disappointed, sad Evie when she finally did woman up.

  Mal finally nodded her head, straightening and heading for the door to deal with Evie who was most certainly downstairs lurking about and eagerly awaiting her favorite victim to mercilessly prey upon.

  “That’s not an entirely bad idea. I’ll go present it to her,” Mal told the pirate with a slight smirk.

  Uma just smirked in response, proud of her idea and also pleased with the fact that Mal had chosen to listen after all.

  Just as Mal unlocked the door, she turned to Uma and gestured with her head.

  “You coming?” Mal asked her. The pirate thought for a moment on her offer, and finally nodded, ultimately deciding to join her.

  “Well, I kind of want to see her face when she realizes that she gets to be a scarecrow,” Uma admitted with a lopsided grin, and Mal clapped her on the shoulder with a knowing smile.

  “Yeah, I’m sure you do,” Mal agreed, and the two of them headed down the stairs to face the terribly frightening beast that was Evie.

A/N: The first chapter of my Halloween fanfic I’ve been working on. I hope you all enjoyed it!

[nightklok]

Chapters: 3/? Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gil/Jay (Disney: Descendants) Additional Tags: Volunteering at an animal shelter, Fluff, Light Angst, Implied abuse, Implied animal abuse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Audrey and Jay are exes but good friends Summary: Anon's request of Jay getting Gil a pet. After a year of traveling around the world and settling down in Auradon, Jay and Gil decide to volunteer at an animal shelter. A particular cat catches Gil’s eyes. Chaos ensues.

Jay, Carlos, Audrey, and a worker watched from the window as Gil played with Wolf by using a stick with a feather tied to it in front of it. It was obvious Wolf wasn't used to playing since he was uncoordinated and kept tripping, but with every attempt, he was slowly getting it. It was hard to believe that the cat that was aloof and distant a few months ago had completely turned around. As was instructed, Gil was told to interact with Wolf as he normally does. They couldn't hear the conversations, but Wolf's body language indicated interest and the fact he was playing with him showed complete trust in him.

"I can't say any of us actually expected for him to change so drastically so quickly. This definitely raises his chance of being fostered now before he can be adopted." The worker said, typing something on her tablet as she looked at the two once again.

"It seems like Wolf already picked out his owner, though," Carlos said with a smile only to be matched by a frown from the worker.

"He simply needs to get used to more people besides just one person. This gives him a chance though, but I wonder how much more time he needs."

"He's slowly getting used to the rest of us. Well, only when Gil's around." Jay interjected. He found himself kind of disliking this particular worker; she reminded him of how people initially treated him and his friends when they first arrived in Auradon. Milestones and accomplishments were kept under a checklist and within a specific time frame to look good to the public. Wolf was only lucky he was a cat and that cats can't talk to humans otherwise it would've been just as much of hell for him.

The vibe the worker gave was almost intoxicating and Jay was sure everyone else felt the same. Her response was more so, "He needs to get used to other people. We don't need more bad influences on him, after all."

It felt like whatever background noise there was suddenly stopped. Even the volunteers and coworkers who were doing their own things had stopped the moment those words were said. All eyes were glued to the group as they waited for what will happen next.

"And what do you mean by that? Because clearly, Gil is a terrible influence." He gestured a hand towards where Gil and Wolf were, who were still playing and completely unaware of what was going on outside the room.

“My mom’s Cruella De Vil, remember? Am I a bad influence as well?” Carlos had a look of sheer disappointment etched across his face. He was the one that volunteered at the shelter the longest after all and worked to gain the trust of every person and animal there. Except for one, apparently.

She turned as pale as a ghost and quickly stammered for a plausible sentence, but quickly found there were no words to form an excuse. She looked at her tablet again, muttered something about a meeting that obviously didn’t exist until that very moment, and left. The background noise once again resumed, however, the tone of it carried a different feeling.

“I-I am so sorry...” Audrey said quietly.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about,” Carlos answered, “This stuff kinda happens all the time.”

“But neither of you deserve it!” Her voice was much louder than she had intended, “You guys saved Auradon and are volunteering at an animal shelter, not joining a gang! How is some middle-aged worker going to continue judging you like this?”

“We can’t expect people to change their opinions of us overnight. We just gotta be decent people and hope for the best.” Jay spoke up. He was upset obviously and was trying hard not to show it. He didn't make eye contact with either of them; he was looking at the ground and just simply hoping that the conversation and situation would fade away enough for him to leave.

He didn't hear Audrey say anything else after that. Most likely she hoped for the same too, as she also stared at the ground, seeming to feel guiltier for words that hadn't even come out of her mouth.

Luckily, it was Gil that finally let the conversation die out when he stepped out of the room. His usual playful grin had subsided the moment he looked at the three who didn't seem happy for whatever reason. He was luckily spared from the comment, thanks to the fact the door was closed, "What's going on? Are you guys okay?"

"Yeah," Jay looked up at Gil once he heard his voice. He gave a smile at him, but it was one of those tight fake ones he wasn't able to try and hide, "We should probably just go. I think we're not really needed for today."

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"Jay, are you mad at me?"

It was either the hesitation in Gil's voice or the fact he said it that made him stop walking. He had been silent since they left the shelter and while he should have suspected the question to be asked, it still surprised him. "No, why would you think that?"

"You've been acting different since we left... so I thought maybe I said or did something to make you angry."

Jay felt guilty for behaving in a way that made Gil think that. His facial expression softened as he sighed, "I'm not mad at you; you haven't done anything to make me angry at all. I'm just...mad at other people."

"Who?"

"Everyone, I guess."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

He shook his head. The anger he felt towards that worker had long since gone away. The anger, in general, was still there. He didn't know who to pinpoint the anger on now and maybe that was why he was angry. Angry at the circumstances, angry at how little Auradon citizens changed after a year, angry that he still had to be angry about it... just angry. Gil's calmness only added fuel to the already growing fire. Not because of him, but because he felt that it wasn't fair someone like Gil was still hated and judged despite everything.

"We can just sit down somewhere if you want. Not like we have anywhere else to go for the rest of the night." Gil suggested gently.

Jay nodded and let Gil take him by the hand to a spot near the pond. It was a nice park, but it certainly was much nicer when the sun was setting. The lights slowly illuminated the park and the fact, there was nobody besides them made the park feel special in some way. It reminded them of the days back when they explored the world and witnessed countless sunsets alone in different places. Back when they were practically off the grid and didn't have to worry about how people treated them. Now that they were back in Auradon, it was different now.

They sat on the grass side by side, watching the sunset in silence. The noise of the fountain still trickling and the leaves shifting from the slight wind easily filled in between the silence. The occasional dog barking in the distance or a car passing by was mixed in as well, but it didn't take away whatever mood the park had been giving off. It was a calming and scenic park when it was quiet and it was more than worth it to sit around and watch a sunset that they had seen countless times before but never get tired of.

Eventually, Jay calmed down enough to finally speak, "We don't have to stay here."

Gil hadn't expected for him to speak for a while so what he said had completely caught him off guard, "What do you mean?"

"We could run from this place, steal a boat and never have to deal with anyone again. Could just travel and explore more of the world while we still have a chance."

"Uma could easily find us if we tried. And wouldn't your friends would be upset if you just disappeared?"

"True..."

"Come on, what's really going on?" Gil questioned. Just as he asked, he realized something so he threw another question before Jay could really answer the first one, “Something happened at the shelter, didn’t it?”

Jay couldn’t bring himself to tell him otherwise, so he nodded, “Just some stupid worker not trusting us still.”

He could already see Gil being upset even when he was trying to hide it. And he had every right to be; he was the one who put as much effort in volunteering as Carlos does. If changing a cat wasn’t enough, what would be? "...I guess it was stupid to believe people would change opinions in a year, right? "

"These things take time; people just don’t wanna admit they’re wrong so quickly."

"But how much more time? Another year? Another decade? Another century?" Gil laid his head on his shoulder. Like they had done so many times whenever they got a chance to just sit down and watch whatever was in front of them.

All Jay could see in front of him was a bleak future, “I don’t know, and I don’t even think Mal knows either. But whatever we must go through here will be much easier than what we went through at the Isle. It’s not like this whole transitioning thing will be easy, but it’s easier if we have our friends more than anything else.”

“You’re right.” He answered softly.

It wasn’t exactly the best answer to give but it was really the only answer to give. They couldn’t change the opinions of people that were born with it; they could only hope to do enough things to prove them and even then, it wasn’t a guaranteed success. The change wouldn’t happen quickly, but they had to hope that things would start turning over for the better.

They said nothing after that, each trapped in their own thoughts. They said what they wanted to say and were content enough in simply being beside each other. Eventually, they chose to lay down in the grass with Jay resting his head on Gil’s chest as they looked up at the twilight sky. They wouldn’t see stars because they weren’t in an area away from city lights and car pollution. It gave a slight longing to go to a place where they could go see the stars, but for now, they could only hope to be lucky enough to witness a star that somehow managed to be seen despite it being impossible.

The fountain had shut off for the night, but the lights were still on as their only source of light. If there was ever anyone at the park, they would have left by then. All except two men who didn’t seem to care if it was slowly getting late. The slight chill in the air didn’t bother either of them enough to leave, but it was enough for them to move closer together as they have done before. It wasn’t any different compared to those nights they spent in Agrabah,  but the feelings that slowly emerged was something different yet familiar.

They had felt it but had no idea how to express it to the other. It only felt like a situation that once asked would mean that something would change. Maybe they had that feeling back in their travels but were too warped up in planning for the next day they never got a chance to actually confront it. Now that they settled in Auradon, the next day and day after that was already planned because of routine; there was no excuse now.

"Your birthday's this week, isn't it?" Jay eventually asked.

"Yeah." Gil was staring at the sky trying to look for stars.

"Do you know what you want for your birthday?"

If Gil had said that he wanted to travel for another year, decade, or century, he’d drop everything in an instant and travel with him that night. Hell, he’d try and find Atlantis again if that’s what he wanted. There was a feeling that he wouldn’t ask for any of that stuff, however. The feeling had clouded the atmosphere between them, creating a type of tension that was slowly cracking and would soon break completely if he said the magic words.

Gil was silent as if he was actually contemplating it. Eventually, his eyes shifted to meet Jay’s. There didn’t need to be any words to realize what was going on through another’s mind, “I think I do.” He admitted quietly. He was almost afraid to press further. If the silence was any longer, he was sure he would have died of a heart attack.

“… Then does that mean you like me?” It was Jay who broke the tension in the end.

It didn’t mean it was all over for Gil, though. It was up to a point where he was sure his own heart beating could be heard, “Yeah… but do you?” He was afraid of the assumption, afraid he would end up screwing things over and it felt like he already had.

Jay sat up and Gil felt like he definitely jumped the gun. He expected him to up and leave, but he didn’t at all. He sat up as well to meet his eyes, trying to figure out if what he said and what he assumed was right in the end. His hand would end up reaching for Gil’s, squeezing it lightly as if it was a silent confirmation his feelings were confirmed.

“I've liked you for a long time, actually.” Jay spoke with a soft smile, "I was just afraid you wouldn't like me back."

"I was afraid of the same thing too." He couldn't help it but laugh over something that seemed so small to worry about now. They had truly liked each other in the end and were just too afraid to admit it.

God, they were truly the hopeless idiots his friends said they were. If only they could see them now.

They continued watching the night sky with their bodies huddled close together and Jay putting an arm around Gil’s shoulder. They didn’t say a word for the rest of the night until they had to stand up and walk back to their homes for the night. While they wished for the night to simply last forever, there was also the morning to look forward to and it was the one thing that allowed them to part ways.

[illustratedbydae]

All I want for Christmas | Hevie

requested; yes | Hevie one shot with the lyrics from “All I want for Christmas is you”

warning; not edited (+ Luna Frost is my OC!!! Daughter of Jack Frost and Elsa ) 

All of the strange things Auradon had, holidays were the strangest from Harry Hook’s point of view. He didn’t understood why everyone had the need to stay with their loved ones only because it’s winter outside and they have some traditions passed from generation to generation.

This was his second so called ‘Christmas’ there ,  from last year he understood that people mostly decorated trees with fancy things and put fairy lights all around their houses. Some even made specific food like gingerbread ,  traditional cookies and some more.

However , the difference between last year and this year was that our pirate was completely alone, all of his friends went back to their parents, trying to bring them some happiness as well, but he didn’t. He knew that going back to the isle to try and talk with his old man about the spirit of Christmas would end really bad for him, not his dad.

So, Harry stayed put watching everyone go back home or at some other places, such as Arendelle where Christmas was very well celebrated or that’s what his friend, Luna Frost, kept telling him.

The petite blonde girl bugged him for weeks to go with her in Arendelle, but he kept saying no, which made Luna ask Chad to go with  her  back in her mother’s kingdom. Now, Harry wished he would’ve went with her, the girl was always fun , just like her famous father , but the pirate stayed for just one reason.   Evie , his blue haired  friend ( and crush, but he won’t admit that) , implied a few weeks ago that she’d like to spend the holidays with him, but now she was nowhere to be seen and all of Harry’s hopes faded away.

I don’t want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need

Harry sighed, letting his head rest on the soft pillow from his dorm room, it looked like he would mostly be alone for this Christmas. It wasn’t the first time of course,  he actually never knew what Christmas even was before coming to Auradon, let alone celebrate it before. He had celebrated Christmas exactly one time which was , of course , last year. But that was it. Harry wasn’t the one to be in the spirit of holidays, anyway. He was more of a “ugh , this is not for me,”type of guy.

And normally he wouldn’t had mind being alone, since these were normal days for him anyways, but his brain kept going back to the blue haired princess Harry wanted to spend time with , Christmas or not.

But for once, he thought, that he’d have some enjoyable days, only with Evie, without Mal or Jay around them to disturb the two every few minutes.

Harry Hook only wanted one person for this Christmas, that was the blueberry princess.

“Not sure how this works, but that Doug guy? He said Ye’re real, so please if it is true, Old Man from the sky, let m'wish be real too. “

How silly of him, to talk with some guy from the sky that was supposed to always listen to you, right? But, Harry was hopeless, so if it took talking with some entity his friend believed in, then that’s what Harry did.

I don’t care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree

Harry knew that a part of this holiday was to exchange gifts with your friends, but the boy found it useless. You could always give presents to the people you like all year long, so why do you need a holiday for that? Whenever he had enough money, Harry would buy small presents for his closest friends and he didn’t need it to be Christmas for that, he simply gave them gifts to make them smile for a little bit .

Harry got up from his bed and quickly grabbed his red jacket, it was cold outside, but he wouldn’t give up on that jacket. Maybe because he liked it too much or maybe because it was made by someone special to him.

The cold air made him frown a little, he blinked a few times trying to adjust his eyes to the light that was outside , unlike his room that barely had any light in it. Harry wasn’t paying attention at all which made him bump into someone else that was in front of him. By reflex, Harry wrapped his arms around the others person body to stop them from falling.

“Harry Hook, there won’t be a day when you wouldn’t ruin my clothes anymore,”

“Evie ?'he asked confused,  looking at the slim figure from his arms , it truly was the blue haired princess. Harry looked around them to see a few bags on the ground. He let her go after making sure she won’t fall, then he picked up her bags, “ For who are these?”

Evie laughed, “You’re serious now,dummy? They’re for you. I, uh, thought I wasn’t that subtle when I pointed out how happy I’d be if we’d spend the holidays together, “she explained.

“So ye weren’t joking?”Harry asked, a big smile appearing on his face.

“No, of course not, plus, I already visited mother sooner to have time to stay with you, “she smiled, “you know since our friends aren’t around, we can finally go out in public to drink a coffee without being afraid of either Mal or Uma, “

“This is something we agree on, “

I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true oh All I want for Christmas is you

| “But I’m saying this now, I haven’t got ye any present, E, “

“No worries , all I want for this Christmas is…you,”

Evie winked playfully before grabbing Harry’s hand and dragging him along with her, to start their holiday together,  

[imaginedisneydescendants]

Something There That Wasn't There Before

*Requested*  A Gil imagine where the Reader is Ben’s twin sister and they start to like each other. Takes place when Gil, Harry, and Uma come to Auradon.

Paring: Reader x Gil

Word count: 1,669

A/N: Gil is such a sweetheart, he needs more screen time! I just realised that this is my first imagine for Gil.

Request | Masterlist

When Uma, Harry and Gil were offered a scholarship to Auradon Prep, they were quite shocked; after what they threatened to do to the King and to Auradon, the matter was simply forgiven and forgotten. Typical. The Auradon bunch were such goody-goodies; trust them to be all civil.

Gil felt like he didn’t belong on the Isle; somewhere deep down in his heart, he knew that he belonged in Auradon. However, if Uma and Harry decided that they didn’t want to go then neither would he, simple as that — he didn’t want to be in Auradon while knowing that he left the only people who cared for him behind — their word would be final. It took the Captain and her first mate some time to consider the King’s offer as they didn't want to leave what they had worked so hard to achieve on the Isle, but to his surprise, they agreed to move to Auradon.

Auradon was different, to say the least, much different to the Isle of the Lost. The three of them discovered that Auradon was anything but boring like Harry had called it, and never in their wildest dreams would they actually grow to like it here. However, it wasn’t all rainbows and smiles. For them, it was a struggle to adapt to the Auradon way of life, where it was forbidden to do anything of the things they did for fun on the Isle such as stealing, fighting and cheating.

Learning how to be good wasn’t easy, and they didn’t expect to change overnight. The three pirates would never lose who they really were, not completely. However, for Gil, being good sort of came easily to him because he fit into the social norm at Auradon Prep. The other Auradonian’s were easily fooled by his thick-headedness and happy-go-lucky attitude that made him seem like a non-villain kid.

Gil didn’t think his life could get any better once he left the Isle until he met her.

(Y/N) was the daughter of Belle and Adam, and was the younger twin sister of King Benjamin by only ninety seconds; he never let you forget either. Twins to be in line to the throne was quite rare and unheard of, thus the two of you were labelled the heir and the spare; Ben being the heir and you being the spare.

(Y/N) knew that she wouldn't get a chance to rule Auradon. Even if she was the first born twin, Ben still would've been first in line to the throne. Seems unfair, doesn't it? But it was always like that; it was a tradition. However, (Y/N) didn't mind, she'd rather have freedom over responsibility and early grey hairs due to stress any day.

Being the youngest, you got away with a lot as your parents weren't so hard on you like they were with Ben. When your older brother and your parents were attending to royal duties, you spent your days in the castle library, tucked away in your makeshift reading nook. You never got tired of reading about faraway lands and experiencing adventures you’d hope to experience someday. You loved to read, a deep love that closely rivalled your older brothers.

When Ben had inherited the throne, he had started bringing in more villain kids like Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos, Auradonian's began to accept them in a way they never thought as possible. But despite good and evil getting along, you just couldn't bring yourself to accept all but one of them.

When Fairy Godmother had practically begged you to help out a struggling student, you couldn’t help but accept. You always wanted to help other people out, no matter what they needed help on. But when you found out that you were going to be tutoring the son of Gaston, you tried everything to get out of it, but alas, Fairy Godmother wouldn't budge.

Obviously, you were scared of him. His father tried to kill your dad and tried to force your mother into marrying him. So you couldn't help but think that Gil was somewhat the same as his father.

Oh, how wrong you were!

You didn't think that he would show up for your first study session in the library, but lo and behold, he was right on time. From the moment he first saw you, Gil knew exactly who you were. He could've recognised that face anywhere as it was identical to the King's.

"Hi!" Gil greeted cheerfully as he approached the table in which the girl was sitting at.

"Um, hi," The girl greeted nervously, her gaze shifted from the table to his eyes repeatedly.

"You're (Y/N), am I right?" Gil asked.

She didn't say anything but her nod indicated that he found the person he was looking for. With a smile, he dumped his school supplies and sat in the seat beside you. As you started the study session, you didn't expect Gil to so — what was the word — friendly. It shocked you; he wasn't anything like Gaston, in fact, Gil was the complete opposite of his father.

You wondered how this boy survived on the Isle when he wasn't anything like the other villain kids you had seen cross Auradon’s borders. You assumed that for what he lacked in intelligence, he made up for strength and brute force. Despite that, Gil didn’t seem as much of a threat as you first thought he was. Gil didn't want revenge on you nor your family, he was a genuine guy.

"There’s something sweet and almost kind

But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined

And now he’s dear and so unsure

I wonder why I didn’t see it there before"

As the weekly study sessions turned into daily get together's, (Y/N) started to see Gil in a whole new light. She didn't think of him as a villain like she had months ago; she saw him as the sweet and loveable guy that everyone wanted to be friends with. You quite enjoyed his company and his goofy shenanigans. You even started to hang out with Uma and Harry every so often, and they considered you as a best friend.

As time went by, you began to notice your behaviour change whenever you were around Gil. You couldn’t put your finger on the reason why, but you always felt a little jealous whenever Gil talked to other girls, making them swoon. You often became flushed whenever he grabbed your hand or even looked at you, and found yourself laughing at every joke he told, as you desperately tried to get his attention at every moment. You even caught yourself sneaking little glances at Gil every so often; loving how he'd either wave at you, pull silly faces, or smiled at you. But you loved sneaking glances at him when he didn’t notice that you were, it gave you an opportunity to study his handsome features.

Gil knew that he was falling for you — scratch that — he did fall for you; hopelessly and deeply. (Y/N) was everything he hoped for and more. She understood him in ways Harry and Uma didn’t; his unique sense of humour and how his mind worked (Y/N) accepted him for him and he couldn’t be happier. As Gil was sitting in class, fidgeting with a pencil that he was supposed to be taking down notes with, he felt a strange feeling — as if someone was watching him. Turning his head over his shoulders, he caught (Y/N)’s eyes quickly shift from him back down to her notebook before she pretended to be taking down notes. But, considering Gil’s oblivious nature, he shrugged and tried to focus on what the teacher was trying to say up at the front.

"She glanced this way, I thought I saw

And when we touched she didn’t shudder at my paw

No it can’t be, I’ll just ignore

But then she’s never looked at me before"

You cursed yourself, Did he catch me staring? I hope he didn’t, real smooth (Y/N).

You had to restrain yourself from banging your head on the desk. This was getting ridiculous, you couldn’t believe that you were starting to fall for the lovable goofball. You knew it would never work as you were a princess and he wasn’t a prince, nowhere near it, but to you, he was a prince at heart. Besides you were positively certain that he only saw you as a friend and nothing more.

"New and a bit alarming

Who’d have ever thought that this could be?

True that he’s no Prince Charming

But there’s something in him that I simply didn’t see"

As you made your way down the halls of Auradon Prep, you saw Gil running at full speed towards you, his light brown eyes never left your figure. As soon as he reached you, Gil engulfed you in a bear hug but was careful not to squeeze you too tightly.

"W-What's this for?" You questioned him in surprise as you returned his hug.

After a couple of seconds, he released you and answered giddily, "I got a B+ on my test!"

Your face lit up in awe, "Wow, that's so awesome Gil. I'm so proud of you!”

Gil’s face lit up, "Couldn't have done it without you, (Y/N). You’re the best tutor ever!"

Gil suddenly bent down, leaned forward and planted a soft and gentle kiss on your lips. The kiss lasted a few seconds, but those few seconds, you felt like the world had stopped; you felt like you were in heaven, but it ended all too soon when Gil pulled away.

Before you could say anything, Gil couldn’t contain his happiness and said, “I gotta go tell Uma and Harry, I’ll see you later (Y/N)!"

As you watched an excited Gil runoff, your face became hot and flushed. Your stunned expression turned into one of euphoria as a wide smile graced your lips before you thought to yourself, there may be something there that wasn't there before.

[unapologeticallyjaylos]

descendants halloween week - day 6

prompt: scary movies

pairings: jay x carlos ; mal x evie

rating: T for references to sex

part 1/other part: @bloodshotmalvie‘s piece found here

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Halloween night was not going according to plan.

Jay had wanted to stay in with his boyfriend and the girls, eating candy and watching scary movies, but all it took was ten minutes before Mal and Evie had decided to make things more interesting.

“Fuck, it's cold out here.” Carlos pulled his jacket tighter around his shoulders, his breath making white puffs in the air.

“They couldn't have at least waited for the first person to die?” Jay grumbled, shaking his head. “Or gone back to their room?”

“From the face Mal was making,” Carlos said wryly. “Apparently they couldn't wait another millisecond.”

Jay only grunted.

Hearing him, Carlos slipped his hand into Jay’s, squeezing. “Hey. It’s all good. We’ll just go out for ice cream or something.”

“Ice cream?” Jay scoffed again, which was unfair because he really did like ice cream. It was cold and sweet - exactly like old thrown-out Auradon magazines on the island had described.

“Come on.” Carlos gave him a look, his eyes practically glowing under the campus streetlights. “You’re not that mad, are you?”

“No.” And he wasn’t - not really, anyway. “Sex is cool and all - trust me, I’m a big fan.”

“I know.” Carlos said it under his breath, but Jay caught it anyway and threw him an apologetic smile.

“Don’t be jealous, Pup, you know I like you best. And I’m getting better at dissolving that cover. You know that.”

“Yeah.” Carlos squeezed his hand as they walked along the path towards the little downtown. “But you could care less about that movie - you even said it was lame. Why get so disgruntled about them going at it? It’s not like that’s out of the ordinary or anything. Remember last week when they almost did it in the middle of dinner?”  

He was right. And the truth was, Jay didn’t know why he was so bent out of shape about the girls interrupting their movie night to have a little fun of their own; in fact, if it had been any other night, he probably would’ve egged them on.

“I dunno.” Jay looked over at his boyfriend and let himself dwell on the dark eyeliner and splatter of sparkles across his nose from an early Halloween costume. “I guess… we always have sex. But we don’t always get a chance to just hang out, you know? And act like a normal couple.”

At that, Carlos smiled - his face lighting up just a bit. “Yeah. Well, tell you what, we’ll go and get some ice cream, and then head back to finish the movie, alright? From the way Evie was teasing, I bet they won’t go very long. They can crash while we cuddle up or something.”

And really, that sounded pretty good to Jay.

The ice cream shop was well-lit and mostly empty. Jay figured on a cold October night, most students had opted to go out and eat candy rather than ice cream, but he didn’t mind; the empty shop was rather nice.

He and Carlos grabbed two stools at the bar, ordering heaping sundaes full of chocolate and fudge. Not even five seconds after the server slid Carlos’ order over to him, his boyfriend already had a large smear of chocolate on his lips and nose.

“Didn’t you already eat half the chocolate candy from earlier?” Jay teased, handing him a napkin.

“Shhh.” Carlos stuck his tongue out. “This is the one night a year I’m allowed to binge it.”

Just seeing Carlos’ bright smile was enough to ease Jay’s irritation away. He really couldn’t blame Mal for falling prey to Evie’s charms; they loved each other just as much as he and Carlos did. Maybe if he didn’t use sex as a tool, maybe if he didn’t crave affection and simple love, he would’ve understood sooner.

“Hey, ‘Los?”

Carlos grinned, sucking chocolate off his fingers. “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Now, Carlos’ smile really did light up the whole room. “Me too, Jay. I love you, too.”

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By the time the boys had returned to their dorm (one thousand chocolate-covered kisses later), they found Mal and Evie sated happily on Jay’s bed.

“Yes,” Carlos grinned. “They did it on yours and not mine. That’s your laundry problem now.”

“Really?” Jay rolled his eyes at Mal, flipping her off. “You couldn’t even put down a towel?”

But he knew Mal would just use her magic in the morning, so he let Carlos pull him over to the other bed.

Maybe the night hadn’t gone exactly as he’d planned, but it still turned out pretty alright in the end. And really, Jay had his two best friends smiling like idiots in the bed next door, some (yes, very lame) scary movie playing on the TV, and his boyfriend tangled up beside him.

Who was he to complain?