#they’ve been friends since they were babies! they were seen playing together at the tourney at harrenhal!

[thedeadthree]

VALAENYA TARGARYEN daughter of destiny (asoiaf) // (VALA)ENYA DAYNE sword of the morning (asoiaf)

IOVANNA DAYNE mistress of mists (hotd) // UNA NATHAIRA ULLER mistress of misery (hotd)

ELAENAERA TARGARYEN the lady of luna (hotd) // LAENAERA VELARYON siren of the sea (hotd)

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[greathammerhead]

Chapter 3

summary: She ended every letter with a heart; she was still debating if distance really made the heart grow fonder. pairings: Harry Hook x Evie, Ben x Mal; slight Carlos x Jane, Carlos x Jay, Carlos x Chad style: Multi-chapter — somewhat sequel to this; canon divergence notes: I’m still quite wifi-less so it’s hard for me to reply at the moment, but I’m so grateful for all the love I’ve seen, thank you all so much <3 There will be more Harry and the Isle next chapter, there was just a few things I wanted to set up first. : rated: T; will feature strong language, minor violence, and sexual themes other locations: ao3 | ffnet tumblr chapter listing: x

Mal had never been struck by someone before. She’d rather an actual slap in the face than the weird feeling that presented itself whenever Ben was around.

Maybe it was because he was the first genuine person she’d ever met and she didn’t know what to make of it.

And she hated it.

He smiled because he was actually happy, and his offers of aid were never presented so he could gain something from her. As a child, she had scoffed at the fairy tales and their descriptions of perfect princes, not thinking anyone could actually be so kind.

Meeting just one person like that was exhausting enough, especially since he seemed to linger around her and her fellow VKs. She made a game out of finding the flaws in the other hero children to make herself more comfortable around the smiling faces.

Audrey was easy; she was too busy projecting her own insecurities as a false ego to actually care about Ben, or really, anyone but herself.

Lonnie was still trying to find herself. She felt like an outsider, wearing pretty dresses while idolizing her mother and wanting to emulate her.

Chad was an idiot. He was irritatingly similar to Audrey, entirely too full of himself to properly function, but his underlying issue seemed to be not unlike a lot of their fellow students: he’d never had any trials or tribulations in his life, and they’ve only been told stories of the villains and their children, so much so that they became more evil figures and boogeymen than actual people, and the fact that they were now in Auradon gave them all a sense of anxiety.

Jane was the most insecure person Mal had ever met, and unlike everyone else, Jane couldn’t hide it to save her life. She felt incredibly vulnerable under her mother’s warm gaze, feeling a pressing weight on her shoulders because of her, and she was desperate to be anyone but herself.

But when her critical eyes landed on Ben…she couldn’t find anything. All she could see was someone who was too kind, too giving, too passionate about his country and his people, the same line of thinking that lead him to care about the forgotten children such as herself.

The worst part was that she couldn’t even bring herself to hate him for it.

- - -

After being left to their own devices, Evie was finally read into the plan of trying to steal Fairy Godmother’s magic wand, which would allow them to break the barrier and unleash chaos.

That first night they found out it wouldn’t be as easy as they hoped. With Jay’s wonderful and calculated attempt at just swiping the wand from its’ display, they realized they needed Fairy Godmother to take it out willingly, and Mal was spending most of her time coming up with a way to do so through Jane.

Evie truly hoped it would be soon.

She was distracted during class — Chemistry, one of the classes she had alone —taking to doodling in her notebook than pay attention. Regardless, she sat next to Doug, who still seemed to be entranced by her.

She hadn’t noticed she was writing her name as “Evie H.” in her notebook until Doug tapped his pencil on one of them.

“H? Isn’t your last name Gr-”

“Evie.” Their teacher looked over at her, “Perhaps this is just review for you, so tell me, what is the average atomic weight of silver?”

She grinned through gritted teeth. She could see Doug sending her an apologetic look from the corner of her eye.

“The average atomic weight…of silver…” As she spoke, one of her hands fished around her purse, looking for the smooth surface of the mirror. Once found, her fingers curled around it, encasing and hiding it in the palm of her hand.

When the teacher gave her an unimpressed look and motioned for her to come up to the board, she gave a grand smile.

Oh, he would learn to never underestimate a villain.

- - -

The four agreed to meet up after tourney practice, and Evie was the first to arrive.

Which she didn’t mind. Her little distraction during Chemistry had given her an idea, and she was eager to get started on it.

She sat at the picnic table, took out one of her notebooks, and opened to an empty page. She then went for her pencil case, fishing through numerous blue pens to find the sole red one she owned.

She paused before the pen hit the paper.

What could she even say? How would she even-

She pressed her lips together, willing the tears that were beginning to form to go away. She would worry about that later, but for now, she needed an outlet.

‘I don’t know when this will get to you and I don’t know how…’

Once she opened the well, the words poured from her with ease.

She didn’t realize how much she’d been writing until a backpack was thrown against the table top and she jumped up, noticing that she’d written over a page. When she turned to the new arrival, thoroughly expecting either Mal or Jay by the way the backpack was thrown, she was shocked to see the grinning face of one Chad Charming.

“Is everyone on the Isle as pretty as you?”

Guessing he had no intentions of leaving her alone, she placed her pen down and gave him her best terrifying smile. While it was considered sub-par on the Isle, it would be more than enough for Auradon.

“That depends,” The way she bared her teeth made definitely made him flinch, “how turned on are you by danger and malnourishment?”

Chad furrowed his brow, mouthing the word “malnourishment” as if willing it to make sense to him by just repeating it.

Evie’s brows raised. “It means lack of food, Charming.”

“Oh.” He smiled airily, as if he didn’t just need her to explain it. “Well, sure.”

If it wasn’t so undignified, Evie would’ve slapped her forehead.

“Anyway, you really nailed that Chemistry problem today. You’re gonna have all the nerds in love with you.”

Chad’s dazzling smile came easy to him, so much so that Evie wondered just how many girls he’d used it on.

“Your point?”

Undeterred, he sat down beside her, arm propped against the table. “Someone like you deserves a prince. Your mother is a queen, after all.”

“I already have one.” Chad paused, the charm he thought he possessed slowly slipping in his confusion.

“Um, uh…what?”

His lack of intelligence would’ve been endearing on anyone but him.

“Boyfriend, Chad. I already have a boyfriend. On the Isle.” She spoke slow and clear, as if speaking to a child, not really thinking about what she was saying.

What was the harm in it, anyway?

“Boyfriend, huh?” Chad popped up the collar of his letterman jacket, looking away from and trying to pretend that didn’t put a stop in whatever he’d been trying to pull. “Well!” And with that he gave a huff, grabbed his backpack, and left in a hurry.

Evie rolled her eyes and turned back to the paper in front of her. She was just about to pick the pen up when she heard rustling from behind a nearby tree, and Doug appeared from behind it.

“I couldn’t help but overhear-”

“Are you stalking me?”

Doug paused. “Technically…yes.” He walked over to the table and sat down beside her. “I too have a…significant other on the Isle.”

Evie raised a brow. “You do?”

“No. That was a lie.”

Evie couldn’t help but let out a laugh. This was far from how she’d been expecting her afternoon to go.

“You told a lie? I’m impressed.” Doug still looked at her with wide puppy-dog eyes and it unnerved her.

“Was yours a lie? I can’t blame you, trying to get Charming off your back. He-”

“No, it wasn’t a lie.” She gestured to the letter she was writing. “I do have a boyfriend on the Isle. We’ve been dating for nearly four years, so I don’t plan on that ending anytime soon.”

“Oh!” Doug turned a bright shade of red, and Evie felt of twinge of something — guilt, perhaps? — at his embarrassment.

“We can be friends.” She didn’t know if that was better or worse, but Doug’s face lit up with a genuine smile.

“I’d like that.”

- - -

When the others finally arrived, Carlos was the last with, surprisingly, a dog snuggled happily into his arms.

“Is it stuffed?” Jay leaned closer, jumping slightly when the dog turned to him, tail thumping against Carlos’s arm.

“Guys, this is Dude.” Three pairs of brows raised when Dude licked Carlos’s cheek and the boy smiled.

“Not that I’m not glad you got over your fear of dogs or anything…but…just how did that happen?” Mal asked, for once distracted from the plan.

“Ben!” No one noticed Mal slightly recoil. “When he was helping me practice for tourney, Dude chased me, and Ben showed me just how cute and cuddly he was. Not scary, like Mom said.”

“Don’t tell your Mom. She might want to skin him for his fur. He might make a nice hat-”

“Jay!”

What was supposed to be their plotting session turned into a mess of laughter as Jay and Carlos began doing impressions of Cruella, her high-pitched voice and mimicking the squeaking sounds that would come from her stuffed dog Baby that she insisted was once real.

Evie sat on top of the picnic table, letter tucked away in her bag, laughing alongside them, ignoring just how comfortable the scene made her feel.

Even Mal was relaxed, recalling the subtle pranks they’d play on the woman — just enough to confuse her, but not enough to make her angry, as she would just take that out on Carlos — and how they’d laugh from the shadows.

They talked of the time they added an extra spot to one of Baby’s paws — not even touching on just how difficult it was to get a hold of the thing without Cruella knowing — and how she still hadn’t noticed yet.

They were able to talk of Cruella’s anger, Jafar’s penny-pinching ways, the Queen’s cruel vanity, and Maleficent’s…everything, knowing that they wouldn’t have to face their parents that night, knowing that they had a comfortable bed to sleep in and food to wake up to.

They’d never outright say it, but even after such a short time in Auradon, they felt safe.

Mal would never admit that she didn’t exactly hate not thinking about the Isle or the plan for a little while. She wanted to impress her mother, to prove her competence, but even she was beginning to be blown away by it all.

Sure, everyone was way too prissy, Goodness class was exhausting, and Ben was too…nice and she didn’t know how to handle it, but it was more enjoyable than she was expecting it to be.

And while she had a thing for misery, it was a breath of fresh air to see her friends like this.

[auradonuniversity]

Meet The Philophobe. They’re the child of Adam and Belle, a recent graduate of Auradon University and hails from Auradon. Some say they look like Chris Wood and they’re TAKEN.

Name: Mitchell Bradley Roux

Age: 23 years old

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Heterosexual, Demiromantic

Occupation: Bartender at The Snuggly Duckling, President of Alpha Sigma Phi

Sports and Clubs: Tourney, Water Polo, Improv and Sketch Comedy Club, Hospital Volunteer Group

Major: Buisness Major and Finance Minor

Biography

Being the successor of the throne and the future King of Auradon meant that since the moment Mitchell was identified as a male in his mother’s womb, the world has been watching him. And since he was old enough to understand how important his title really was, Mitchell’s parents, nannies and tutors have pressured him to stay on his best behavior. Of course that’s a whole lot of expectation to put on a young boy not even five, but it’s the life of a royal. He was actually pretty thankful for his sister being born, of course it didn’t mean she had a claim to the throne, but she at least took some everyone’s eyes off him from time to time. 

He couldn’t help but hope that as he grew up those eyes would start to notice something else shiny and new, and that his life would stop being the talk of the nation. That never happened. If his parents hosted a ball, they had to roll out the red carpet, and he’d spend half the night on said carpet, talking to interviewers about his hair, or his suit, or the girl on his arm. If he tried to be a little rebellious and sneak out of his room, there he was the next morning in black and white on the front of the news paper, scaling the floral veranda under his window. So that meant all throughout high school, he did his best to maintain the perfect reputation people expected of him, and even tried to dull it down a bit, in hopes that they would one day let him live his life in peace.

To his surprise, that happened. When he got accepted into Auradon University, he and his father had struck a deal. He’d willingly ascend to the throne like planned after graduation, if he got four years of privacy away from photographers and interviewers while at college. They sealed the deal with a handshake, and suddenly Mitchell’s life became a little quieter. At least on the weekdays. On the weekend, the boy let loose. He joined a frat, drank until he was certain he became immune to hangovers, and made the dumbest decisions a young adult male with his first taste of freedom could. Now his senior year, the reality of it all is starting to become all too real. In nine months, not only will he be thrust back into the Auradon limelight, but he’ll be expected to take over the country. And he’s just not sure he’s ready for that.

Character Traits

positive: charismatic, protective, passionate negative: unambitious, competitive, temperamental

Headcanons

Mitchell will never admit it, but he freakin’ loves boy bands. Of course his sister played them on top volume when they were younger, and at first he found them to be grating. But after months of listening to the same album, he learned to embrace it, and even enjoy it. No one knows this little secret, not even his sister, but usually, if you see him pumping iron away at the gym, he’s listening to some sweet pop harmonies in his head phones.

He’s got a gluten allergy. Most people assume that when Mitchell goes the healthy route in the school cafeteria or on a date, for example using a lettuce bun on a hamburger, it’s because he wants to stay in shape. Or that he’s a health nut. But in actuality, he’s just got an allergy.

While he’s not a stoner, Mitchell had a bong he keeps next to his bed and will usually take at least one hit before starting his day, one between classes, and once more before going to bed that night. Not only does the weed mellow him out and help him forget about his annoying fears at the back of his mind, but it’s become a part of his daily routine. Honestly, he’s not sure he could function without it.

Connections

The Lothario: The Philophobe and The Lothario have been best friends since anyone can remember. Play dates at each other’s castles after morning lessons turned into double dates at Auradon Prep after sneaking out past curfew, and now running a frat house. The two have been through everything together, and are often never seen without the other. It’s a bond that goes so deep, they can confidently can call each other brother. 

The Sovereign: The Sovereign is the badest of the bad. The worst. And that’s new for The Philophobe. They’ve never met anyone bad before, not in a world of golden crowns and plastic smiles. Not where everyone is just so good. So it’s not surprise The Philophobe was struck by The Sovereign the second they got off the Isle, and has made it their mission to see The Sovereign naked at least once before the school year is up.

The Baby Doll: The Philophobe might not have the cleanest record, or make the smartest decisions, but they will never stop being the overbearing, protective older brother to The Baby Doll. And that’s a pain, for both parties invovled. The Baby Doll can’t go anywhere or do anything without The Philophobe breathing down their neck, and The Philophobe can’t really have some fun without worrying about The Baby Doll. So they suck it up, and keep telling themselves they just have to get through this school year.