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spcebtwn · 9 months

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burning red

Pairing: Audrey Rose/Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: language, smut, angst w a happy ending if you catch my drift ;), soulmarks, implied fem reader but i believe it could be read as gn

Summary: Audrey always looks away like it's a choice, like it means she's the winner. It makes your teeth ache, how blatant she is.

You meet your soulmate on your first day at Auradon Prep.

It’s clear from the get-go she wants nothing to do with you. She reeks of royalty—dressed in pink, her hair meticulously styled, her teeth blindingly white. Around her neck hangs a diamond that would impress even your mother—your eyes zero in on it for a moment, the way your mother has trained you to do. There wasn’t anything on the Isle you couldn’t steal for her. Unless, of course, Jay got to it first. He doesn’t seem to notice the necklace, though. You’re the only one focused on the princess. It’s embarrassing, but nobody seems to notice that either.

She smells like vanilla and roses, so much so you’re hardly surprised when her last name ends up being the latter. Even less so when she turns her nose at you, smile going frigid the moment you speak to her. You watch as she subconsciously fiddles with the neckline of her dress, and wonder if that’s where she’s hiding your mark. It makes resentment bubble in your chest, knowing that you’ll probably never get to see.

You huff and try to taper down the resentment before it can bloom into something else. If you’ve gone this long alone, you can do it forever. Your mother has.

(You don’t think about what that’s done to her.)

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Audrey quickly becomes an antagonist—to both the mission and your life in general. She’s a problem because she’s Ben’s girlfriend, but Mal has to be Ben’s girlfriend. She’s a problem because she lurks in the hallways whenever you try to discuss anything relating to the wand. She’s a problem because every time she catches your eye, she’ll pull Ben down into what looks like a bruising kiss, eyes fiery, like they’re saying this is what you can’t have. This is what I want.

You’re never the first to break eye contact. Haven’t backed down from a challenge since the first time Jay tried—and failed—to pickpocket you. It doesn’t do anything, though. She always looks away like it’s a choice, like it means she’s the winner. It makes your teeth ache, how fucking blatant she is. Shoulder checking you in the hallway like you’re boys. Slamming her locker closed whenever you pass. Rubbing Ben in your face like it means something, like their whole relationship isn’t a lie. You wonder if she hides her mark from him, too. If he’s ever seen her without those high necklines, the starched collars. A sick sort of satisfaction fills you at the thought you know something he doesn’t. That you’ve never seen it either, but you know it’s there.

Mal slips Ben a love cookie. You enjoy the affronted look on Audrey’s face for about five seconds before she’s yanking Chad down and swapping spit with him. She doesn’t look at you while she does it. It’s for her, for once. You bet she’s not even thinking about you.

You clench your jaw and look away. In a month, you won’t ever have to worry about her. You’ll have everything you want.

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It’s two weeks before the coronation and the sight of Audrey and Chad in the hallway makes you sick.

With Ben, you could tell yourself she was just doing it because her parents wanted her to be queen. Maybe even because she wanted to be queen. But it wasn’t anything real. You could tell in the performance of it all. The Benny-boos. The hand holding. Her eyes sliding to you anytime Ben kissed her on the cheek, a smirk painted on her face like she was proving something. Because she was. Ben was a desperate attempt to prove something to herself.

Chad is something else entirely.

He’s more classically handsome than Ben. Bigger, stronger. Douche-ier. He flings an arm over Audrey anytime they’re close enough. It’s casual like he’s done it a thousand times. He kisses her like that, too. Like it’s an afterthought. She doesn’t make it showy, doesn’t look at you. She just sits there looking pretty and takes it. Hugs, kisses, any form of PDA you could imagine. Like she wants it. Like she likes it.

You grow used to the feeling of your stomach churning. Can’t look at Chad’s stupid face without feeling it.

You’ve gone to the bathroom to escape the sight of them in the hallway, smiling at each other like it’s the real deal. It makes you want to puke. You splash water in your face and stare up at yourself in the mirror. At your hair, combed but not shiny, not pretty like hers. Like Chad’s. Your makeup starts and ends with the chapstick Evie insists you use. Looking pretty on the Ise made you stand out. You never got good at it, and now it’s too late. You wonder if Audrey would look your way if you were prettier. If you looked something closer to royalty.

The door slams open and you blink, startled but not enough to show it. It’s Audrey—of course it is. She rushes to the sink without looking at you. In the hallway behind her, you can see Mal and Ben passing. They don’t look at her. Briefly, you feel victorious. Now you know what it feels like, you think. The thought quickly turns sour, though. It’s Ben making her feel like that. Not you.

She notices you eventually. Your face is mostly dry by the time she does. Still, she sneers, like you’re a piece of fucking roadkill on the street. It’s a look you’re familiar with, and a cold feeling of indifference washes over you. “Sorry, princess, bathroom’s all yours,” you say, sliding past her to leave. She huffs, though, and it gives you pause—long enough for her to get a word in.

“I know you did something to him,” she snaps, spinning around to face you. Her ponytail bounces. Her voice doesn’t waver.

Your heart skips a beat as fear begins to take hold. Fear of being caught. “I didn’t do shit,” you say, instinctively. Maybe it’s passing the blame, maybe it’s distracting her.

She glares for a moment before the facade crumbles. Her shoulders fall, her eyes pinching further, like she’s fighting back tears. Fear is replaced with guilt so suddenly it feels like whiplash. “He was my best friend,” she says, choked and quiet. Her eyes are shiny.

The same forces that branded her first words to you on your skin—And I’m Audrey, his girlfriend—tell you to comfort her. Tell you to wipe her tears. To kiss the skin they’ve stained. But you think about her and Chad in the hallway. You think about her beatific grin as she kisses him, kisses Ben. You think about the way she’d glared down at you that first day, cold as the dead of winter on the Isle. You think about the cool distant pain you feel in your chest every time you look at her, and you want to make her hurt, too. “Well, I guess he changed his mind,” you say, turning on your heels and storming off before you can think about how the sound she makes sounds suspiciously like a sob.

If it is, you’ve succeeded in making her hurt. It doesn’t make you feel better.

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Evie makes a list of all the things she wants once the villains take over.

She wants a castle with fourteen bedrooms and a marble staircase and mother-in-law suite. She wants the spindle Maleficent cursed, all those years ago. She wants access to any wardrobe in Auradon she deems fit. Above all, she wants Chad Charming by her side. You don’t know if he’s her soulmate or not. At the very least, it’s clear she wants him to be. You wish she’d do something about it. Make it so you didn’t have to see him touch Audrey ever again.

Evie asks you what it is that you want—but that’s the only thing you can think of. Audrey, away from Chad. Away from Ben. You don’t even care if she’s with you or not. As long as she stops pretending like she could ever want somebody else.

You bite your tongue. Say diamonds, because it’s expected of you. Evie rolls your eyes, familiarly. “Of course you do,” she sighs, staring wistfully down at her list. Chad’s name is in hearts. You watch her write diamonds underneath it and feel sick to your stomach.

Because as much as you may lie to yourself, you know damn well you don’t want any diamonds.

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It doesn’t matter if you want diamonds or Audrey or a goddamn unicorn to ride through town on. Because coronation day comes, and nothing happens.

Well. A lot happens.

The villains don’t rain down in a parade of hellfire. Auradon isn’t taken by Maleficent. Evie doesn’t get her castle, or her spindle, or Chad. But you get a scolding. A group hug. A weight off your shoulders. Maleficent is smaller than your feet now, and you don’t have to worry about taking over the world. Audrey doesn’t dance with Chad at the afterparty. She still doesn’t look at you, but she doesn’t look at him either. It does something to quell the bone deep ache you’ve become so accustomed to.

That night, you fall asleep in your dorm and think of nothing. Absolutely nothing. There’s only one thing to think about any more. And you know she isn’t thinking about you.

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Evie does get Chad, eventually. Doug, too. She stops wearing those tights all the time, lets people see their words circling her calves, one on each leg. They sit with her at lunch now. Join all the group hang outs. You’ve got Chad and Doug and Ben, and Jane, too, has snuck her way in, sticking by Carlos’ side as if she’s still scared of the rest of you. Jay likes scaring her. You like laughing at it.

The point is, you’ve got everybody except Audrey. So it’s only a matter of time before she starts hanging around, too. It’s almost too much for you to take, her being everywhere, all the time. Inescapable. The scent of her perfume—vanilla and roses—follows you everywhere. You could choke on it. She doesn’t talk to you, not really. You communicate through everybody else. Argue with Ben at the same time you’re really arguing with each other. Passing messages without actually saying anything. Eye contact over the table. Glares, mostly. She may accept the VKs as human now, but certainly not as her soulmate. It makes you hate her, a little bit. As much as you want her, you hate her, too.

Because it hurts. Not having her hurts. It’s driven people mad before, having a soulmate out of reach. Having a soulmate so blatantly reject you. Sometimes you’re surprised you’re still standing, when she can talk about some new boy she’s dating right in front of you. It hurts right behind your ribs, makes breathing hard. You don't know how you took it, when she would kiss Ben and Chad right in front of you. Seeing her smile at somebody is torture. You’re not sure how much longer you can take it.

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Evidently, not long.

It’s Thanksgiving break, and you’re expected to stay at the school with the other kids who live too far away or have nowhere to go. But Ben invites you all to stay at the castle with him, and you’re sure as hell not going to refuse.

There’s a bedroom for each of you. You haven’t had a bed wider than you are long ever. You don't let yourself enjoy it, though. You’ve only got a week before it’s back to the XL twin, to the shared room with Mal and Evie. Still, it feels nice. Sprawling out, suitcase abandoned on the floor, everybody far enough away that you could probably scream and they wouldn’t hear it. You figure the week is going to be the best one you’ve had in a while.

Until Audrey shows up.

Your stomach drops at the sight of her. She doesn’t have a bag, won’t be staying here like you are, at least. But the thought that she could just drop by whenever she likes is enough to put you on edge. You hate that this is the way she makes you feel. Anxious and angry. You’re supposed to be in love. You’re supposed to be able to look at her without it hurting. To spend time together, even if it’s not every waking second like Mal and Ben, or Evie, Doug, and Chad. Even if it’s not something smitten like the thing between Carlos and Jane. Not puppy love, because it could never be. Not after everything that’s happened.

Maybe it would be biting and fast and hard. Something closer to what Jay has with Harry, back on the Isle. Maybe her tongue would still be sharp and her gaze could still be icy, but it wouldn’t matter, because you’d know she wants you, likes you, loves you. You don’t know anything now. It’s all up in the air. That, or it’s been shot down. Missing in action. Her eyes pass over you with indifference, and it makes you want to keel over, to sink into the floor.

You sit next to her in the den instead. You can feel her muscles are tight, squeezed up in an attempt to avoid any contact possible. Her sharp intakes of breath every time you shift are close enough to something to quiet the buzzing under your skin.

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Audrey is around more than you could possibly imagine, or prepare for.

She and Ben are close again now. He was my best friend echoes in your ear every time they laugh, smile, hug, anything. It makes no sense to be jealous. Still, you are. You’d do anything to be Audrey’s friend. But she doesn’t even want that from you.

She talks to you more now, at least. Would be strange not to. You all make cookies one night—non-love-spelled—and Audrey mutters instructions to you as you work around each other in the kitchen. Pass the flour, go get the milk, don’t overmix. You follow mindlessly, too caught up in the fact that she’s acknowledging your existence to care that she’s bossing you around. You wouldn’t mind if she slapped you in the face, as long as she looked at you while she did it.

When the cookies are done, they’re perfect. Better than any of the other batches. Audrey nods at you when they come out. It’s so much in terms of what she’s done before. Nowhere near enough in terms of what you want her to do.

You eat the damn cookies and sulk when she chooses Ben to sit next to, yet again. Jay stares at you with something like sympathy when you plop down next to him for whatever required viewing Ben’s chosen for tonight, but when you glance over at Audrey, her mark is still covered, as always. Yours, too. Jay’s always been perceptive though. Has to be, in your line of work. Maybe he doesn’t need to see a mark to figure out something’s going on.

You ignore his questioning gaze until he finally turns away. He wants to talk, but there’s nothing to tell. Never will be, with the way things are going.

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“Oh, Audrey doesn’t have a soulmate,” Chad remarks from across the room. He’s stretched across Doug and Evie’s legs, looking content and careless. He doesn’t even look up as he speaks.

You’re not sure how you’ve gotten to the topic, only know that Audrey suddenly looks intensely uncomfortable. She avoids eye contact with you, shrugs when everybody else turns to stare at her. White hot rage fills your core at the thought that she could so easily deny the fact that she’s tied to you, that the universe itself has decided you’re meant for each other. You bristle and stand up, your legs carrying you away before you can do anything stupid, say anything stupider.

As you make your way to your room, the last thing you expect is for Audrey to follow.

“Why don't you just tell everybody, huh?” she asks, pushing behind you through your bedroom door. She speaks in a harsh whisper, as if anybody could hear her all the way up here. “It would be almost as obvious as that scene.”

When you turn around to face her, her cheeks are red with embarrassment. The air around you feels hot, the way it always does when she's close. “According to Chad, I have nothing to tell,” you spit, not even a little ashamed of how pathetic it sounds. If you're pathetic, then so is she. This whole thing is pathetic.

“You know that's not true,” she says, crossing her arms. Her eyes dart down to the floor, like you're not even good enough to look at.

“Do I?” you ask, refusing to whisper like she is. “For all I know, some other girl is gonna introduce herself as Audrey, his girlfriend and none of this will matter anymore!”

You won't matter anymore, you want to say but can't. It looks like she hears it anyway.

She scoffs. “Sorry I’m not as good as some other girl, then,” she says, which is just about the craziest thing she could say. The stupidest thing she could say.

You think about Ben. About Chad. About her cruel smile as she kissed them, held their hands in the hallway. About how she'd rather be with them than with you, seemingly would rather be with anyone than with you. “You know that's not the point.”

It's silent for a moment. You aren't sure what to say to her, if there's anything to say. Any words you have are cruel, and the thought of hurting her more makes your throat close up, a little.

She doesn't feel the same, though. “You can't give me what I want,” are the next words to leave her mouth. Your eyes shut on their own accord, as if that'll somehow make the rejection feel better. You can't give her what she wants. All you want is her.

It's bullshit, you think, suddenly. She feels the same way you do. She has to. “And what is that?” you ask, stepping closer to her. She backs up against the wall, but meets your gaze. It seems like a challenge, but that may be wishful thinking. “What do you want? To be queen? Because that ship has sailed.”

She says nothing, but she doesn't look away either. If she won't back down, then neither will you. “I know you don't want Chad,” you continue. “Is it the hiding you like? Do you want to lie to everybody for the rest of your life?”

“Okay,” she says, and it sounds like she's surrendering, but you just can't stop that you've started, now that she's finally listening to you.

You step closer, the heat becoming almost unbearable. “What is it, Audrey? Because I’m starting to think you hate me just to hate me.”

“That’s enough.” She places a hand on your chest, and you freeze, the entire world minimizing to that point of contact. She's never touched you before. It feels like her palm is made of dynamite.

She's staring down at her own hand, eyes wide but brows furrowed. Her cheeks are flushed. You can't stop yourself.

When you finally kiss her, sparks ignite under your skin. You always thought it was cliche, but now you know why so many people use that metaphor. Everywhere you touch her is like fireworks, like the universe rewarding you for finally giving in. She makes a noise of surprise, caught in her throat, but she doesn't pull away. After a moment of terrifying stillness, you do, scared you've messed it up, scared she’ll hate you even more now, scared she’ll run away the second you're off of her.

She does none of these things. The second you come up for air, the hand on your chest moves to the back of your neck. It's hot even through the layers of your hair, but what's hotter is the way she pulls you down with a haggard breath, so hard your foreheads knock together for a moment. You hardly notice it. Her skin is warm against you. You touch her where her pretty ironed dress covers it, where her collar hides the mark, hides your mark.

She kisses you like she's drowning for it. It isn't casual, like with Chad. Not for show, like with Ben. It’s desperate and hot and a long time coming. You lift a hand to her hip, thumb rubbing over the bone. You can’t feel her, not really, not through the dress. You want it off. Instead, you opt for ducking your hand underneath it, gripping the swell of her ass. The fabric of her underwear is much thinner, and feels suspiciously lacy. She breaks away for a second to moan, a reedy sound that’s a far cry from her usual polished tone. Her mouth slams shut, like she’s embarrassed, and she surges forward once more before you can comment on it.

You can feel her lipstick rubbing off on your own lips—it’s sticky but you don’t care. Don’t care about anything but her. “Can’t believe you made me wait this long,” you mutter against her lips, knowing you were fully prepared to wait forever.

She leans back against the door, shoulders sagging but hips jutting forward to meet your own. You take the hint and slide a thigh between her legs. “Done waiting,” she says, eyes falling closed as she grinds against the fabric of your pants. “Done caring.”

About what, she doesn’t say. You don’t ask. You hope she'll tell you later, hope this means there’ll be a later. You hope it’s more than just giving in, hope it’s giving up, hope it’s something that’ll last once she walks out. Her hand trails up to the top of your shirt; she tries to pull it down, searching for your mark, and huffs when she can’t find it. “Alright, alright,” you chuckle, brushing her hand off you so you can reach your own down to untuck your shirt, unbuckle your belt, unzip the pants. You have to shove your underwear down a bit for the mark to be visible—it’s sprawled across your hip, a place no garment of clothing doesn’t hide.

Her fingertips brush over it greedily, and it feels like you’re on fire. You wish she’d take the dress off so you could see your own words branding her. But you don’t push, want this to be on her terms, just like everything has been. You do drop your head to her shoulder, let out a ragged breath when her fingers sweep lower, running featherlight over you. You do squeeze your eyes shut and say, “Audrey,” voice low and quiet. Just as encouragement.

Her voice is clipped when she finally says, “Bed.” You obey without second thought, pulling her back with you.

It's only when she’s sitting on the edge of your bed, letting you press open-mouthed kisses to the column of her neck, that you risk tracing your hand up her spine until your fingers come to rest on the zipper of her dress, a question. “Yeah,” she sighs out, head dropping back so she can look at you. “Get a move on, already.”

You grin and obey, a light, “Yes, princess,” coming out of your mouth before you tell it to. You don’t miss her intake of breath, the way her hips shift minutely.

The zipper goes easily, and she stands up to shuck the dress all the way off. There’s so much of her to look at that you don’t know where to start. Except you do. You start at her mark, because where else would you start? It’s stark black, contrasting nicely against her tan skin. The words are tiny, but unmistakable. Clear enough that anybody would know it’s a mark. You still don’t understand why she hides it. It’s not like it bears your name, the way yours does. Not like it makes her any less perfect.

“Thought I told you to get a move on,” she complains, falling back onto the bed.

She lays down and you follow, glad to finally be touching her for real. You touch the mark, with your fingers and then your mouth, kissing the skin there, and she shivers. You let your lips trail down her chest—pausing to work more diligently at her breasts, reveling in her gasps—until you’re lingering just above the hem of her underwear; your suspicion was right, they are lace. She lifts her hips and you take the hint, tugging them down.

You can’t stop yourself from immediately bringing your mouth to her clit, lapping at it until she exhales shakily, a quiet, “Fuck,” falling from her lips.

It’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever heard her say. She even refuses to say oh, my god, instead opting for gosh or goodness or something equally Aurodonian. It feels like you’re taking her apart, and you feel your own core pulsing between your legs at the thought. You bring a finger to join your mouth in teasing at her folds, circling there a few times before you let it slip inside. It goes easily—fuck, she’s wet—and you both moan at the feeling of you inside of her.

You can feel her sink into the bed as you finger her open, almost lazily. You’ve wanted her for so long that you want to enjoy this now that you finally have it. You have a feeling that patience won’t last long though, and your suspicions are proven when Audrey groans and props herself up on her elbows, put-upon.

She stares down at you with a flush that starts high on her cheeks and spreads down to her chest, angry and red, filled with want. There’s a spark in her eyes, and you brace yourself for whatever’s coming. “Gosh,” she starts, breathless. “Chad would’ve already been—”

You push another finger in just to stop her from finishing that sentence. She breaks it off with a gasp, hips lifting from the bed, urging you to go harder, deeper. You do, figuring maybe now is not the time to take things slow, not after you’ve waited so long. Not when she clearly wants to keep this rolling.

You finger her in a manner you know is nothing if not efficient. Though, really, apart from the angle, you don’t have much control in the matter. Audrey’s hips grinding down onto your fingers control how fast, how hard, how deep you go. Still, she gasps out little praises like so good and just like that and knew you’d be perfect for me. It makes your skin feel impossibly hotter, and you squeeze your thighs together in a desperate search for some sort of friction. It quells the need inside you well enough to focus on the matter at hand. Literally.

“Ah,” Audrey moans, sounding fucked out and breathless. “Curl your—um—”

She doesn’t manage to find the word fingers, but you follow the instruction anyway. Her head falls back, eyes squeezed shut, shoulders rising and falling as she pants, hips coming down harder, faster. “Mmm, right there,” she says, pressing her lips together. Her hands are fisted in the sheets so hard you can feel them moving underneath you, and it only makes you redouble your efforts. You can tell she’s close, and when your thumb joins your tongue in laving at her clit, it’s over for her. Her thighs clench around you, hips jolting forward as she gasps. Her walls pulse around you, and you feel like you’re holding her heart in your hand.

You fuck her through it, stopping only when she falls back onto the bed, squirming. Again, you follow, and she kisses you all soft and sweet. Something you never would’ve guessed you’d get. You wish she’d save it for later, though, when you didn’t feel like you were about to explode with want. You wish some of that bite would come back right about now, because even as she curls her fingers in your hair hard enough to sting, you can tell she’s cooling off, winding down. You still feel like you’re on fire, though. “Alright,” she sighs, once she’s caught her breath, pulling away and brushing her hair out of her face. “Your turn.”

You laugh, even as relief floods through your veins. “I was worried there, for a second.”

“No need to fret. I’m very generous,” she promises, crawling down the bed until she’s centered in front of you.

You scoff, but it’s too breathy to be convincing. “Sure you are, princess,” you say, but she’s already wiping what remains of her lipstick off, and looking down at her you find that you really, really can’t refuse.

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goforshexgo · 4 months

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guys I have a jay fanfic that's been sitting in my drafts forever and I need to finish it

#fanfiction #x reader #disney descendants #jay descendants #fanfic writing #fanfic #rez dogs #carlos de vil #mal descendants #mal bertha #evie grimhilde #evie descendants

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better-be-prepared-old · 2 years

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Scarlet, daughter of Scar Headcannons:

TW: bad parenting, abuse (sort of), violence, bullying, harassment, murder (mentioned twice), physical assault

She grew up on the Isle of the lost with her father

Her mother was never apart of her life and honestly Scarlet doesn't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing from what her father told her

She's a major daddy's girl

But that doesn't mean they have the best relationship

Scar taught Scarlet from a young age to be a ruthless killer that he could one day use to take down Simba and his pride

Because of this, Scar tends to push Scarlet to her limits

Most of the time she can take it, and even grow under this pressure, but other times she isn't so fortunate

There have been times where Scarlet will completely breakdown, not necessarily in tears but, in angry outbursts

This temper isn't just exclusive to her breakdowns tho

In fact, she is infamous for her rage on the Isle

Most of the other kids don't go near her (with the exception of Mal, Evie, Jay and Carlos)

She has been known to destroy everything in her sight, leaving nothing but taters and destruction in her wake

She even goes so far to hurt others

Many other VKs have been injured, beaten and (some say) even killed as a result of her short fuse

Scar seems to be proud of her despite this tho

Actually these actions are what fuel his pride

And of course that's all Scarlet could ever ask for

Although she is quite a bit different from the other VKs, one of the few things Scarlet has in common with the others is, the need for her fathers approval

Most, if not, all of the kids on the Isle just want the love from their parents

Scarlet is no exception

She craves for the love of her father

She would do anything

Train tirelessly day and night? YES

Beat his enemies? YES

Kill for him? YES

Honour his name and kill anyone who doesn't do the same? YES

As you can tell she is very loyal and would do anything for the ones she loves

This includes her small friend group

She protects all four of them fiercely and without hesitation

Particularly Evie

She and Scarlet go far back into their childhood

Evie was being picked on by a big, dumbass who probably couldn't even count to 3 (AKA Gaston Jr)

He was older than them

Evie and Scarlet were in the same year as his younger brother, Gil

But this didn't detour or discourage Scarlet

A small blue-haired girl sat on the concrete of a large school playground. The grounds looked just as depressing and dull as the rest of the Isle. The dark gloom in the sky became suddenly darker above the girl of about 6 or 7. She looked above her to see what caused such a drastic change, and low an behold standing above her was the big, dumb older brother of her classmate, Gil. She had heard of him, if she remembered correctly, his name was Gaston Jr, after his father. "what are you doing, Princess?" He jested, mockingly, "none of your business, ugly" She sneered back. This seemed to upset the boy, he reached down and yanked the book the blue-haired beauty had tightly grasped in her hand. She tried to resist but him being years older than herself and being the son of the one and only strongman, Gaston, gave Jr the upper hand. It only took one good yank for the book to come from her hands and for her to go flying to her back onto the cold, hard floor below. This knocked the wind from her lungs, she lay there coughing uncontrollable while the larger boy laughed at her expense, Jr took this chance to flip through the book she tried so desperately to keep ahold of. Inside was drawings among drawings of what appeared to be outfit ideas that seemed to come from the child's mind. Jr, who had been brought up by Gaston, gave a disgusted look "ew girl stuff", he remarked, throwing the book at the poor girls head. "Hey" she retorted, Jr smirked at this, "what are you going to do about it, huh? cry?" He let out a loud laugh, he reached back down again, just this time not for the book. The older boy took a handful of the blueheads hair lifting her up in the process, she let out a sharp hiss. Jr craned his arm back and the defenceless girl could do nothing but scrunch up her face and wait for the impact. But it never came, she did, however, hear a loud smacking sound and she was quickly dropped to the ground. The girl snapped open her eyes to see what had happened, and bestowed upon her was the everlasting image of a tall, dark-haired girl pummelling the elder boy to the ground with her balled up fists, all the while screaming profanities. Her fist weren't the only things doing damage tho, as the blue-head saw the bigger girl bited down on the boy like she was some type of wild animal. The blue-head was stunned at this, the Isle of the Lost was not a place where you could count on protection and help from the schoolyard bully. Especially, in such a vicious, animalistic way. Once the dark-haired lass decided the boy was punished enough, she got up off of him and made eye contact with the royal blue girl, who was staring with shock on her face. Not only had she been protected from THEE Gaston Jr but the girl who protected her seemed to be quite stunning, her raven hair, dark skin, tall stature, her developing muscles in her arms and shoulders and most of all her piercing emerald green eyes that the girl could of swore looked right through her soul, all were to much for the blue-haired girl not to stare. She finally snapped out of her trance when the other girl went to leave, "wait!" She called out, the raven-haired girl tilted her head to the side. "Thanks, I'm Evie!" She extended her arm for the other to shake. The girl did not return the favour, instead just opting to say a quick "Scarlet" before snapping her head forward again and making her leave.

#descendants #descendants rp #evie grimhilde #mal bertha #carlos de vil #jay jafar #gaston jr #daughter of scar #scar #lion king scar #scarlet daughter of scar #evie x oc #evie x reader #evie x scarlet #deepen the knife// violence #deep scars// scar #dark love//evilet

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descendants-brat · 11 months

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Horror/Dark Descendants fic

I will get back to Dimesion Descendants soon, but I also want to start We’re not a fairytale, Audrey turns back time and I have this idea for a fic. It’s a darker/ Horror Horror Ben X OC fic :

OC is dragged up from the underworld (Hell) where she’s been living since she died and was banished around 15 years ago. To not get into the details, everyday was no pun intended literal hell and in this universe everyone who is in hell is a demon and after having a deal with a stronger demon she was able to come back to the human world. However she is not human of course, she’s a demon and in order to not literally rot to death she has to survive on human flesh and or blood (no bunny diets), kind of like a vampire or zombie but not really powerful, she can possess people if she wanted to for instance but for the most part she functions like a human. She meets Ben King of Auradon by chance after a few months after living in the woods near Auradon. (Not sure if I want to this to take place around D2 or D3) but either way mind catches her eating and is terrified of course. But this is Ben we’re talking about he has an dumbass level of kindness and decides to leave her be, and over the next few months he basically stalks her before building up a friendship/relationship with her. It’s a slow burner and he finally convinces her to move to Auradon with him and the story is basically about trying to keep her secret, her figuring out and accepting her past while the two of them fall in love. Of course Mal and the others get involved so there’s some drama in it. I wanted to explore a character who is going to be essentially very much so, worse than Mal. I read, and will write a lot of fics where Ben falls in love with someone else while being with Mal but it’s usually justified because Mal isn’t a good person in comparison to the other character and there’s usually no cheating. I wanted to explore this very not morally good character in this story and have the situation where it’s like “Yeah Mal’s a POS but is this person any better? or I’d rather have Mal than that Person etc etc

#King ben x oc #king ben x reader #ben x oc #ben x reader #descendants #disney descendants #descendants fanfic #descendants fanfiction #tw: dark content #dark fic #ben descendants #king benjamin #a little bit of anti mal #anti mal #anti mal bertha #just in case ppl dont want to see that

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areyoureddieforittaylorsversion · 1 year

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never did this so here's a proper introduction/abt me post <3

ABOUT ME

Theo or Theodore

16 1/2

August Leo

Scorpio rising, Sag moon

Slytherin

INTJ

Autism, ADHD, OCD, anxiety, depression, anorexia

Writer, artist, reader

FANDOMS

It (Seen Ch. One 23 times, Ch. Two 3 times)

Stranger Things (Seen 2 times)

Harry Potter (Read 20+ times)

Grey's Anatomy (Seen 4 times)

Adventure Time (Seen 2+ times)

The Maze Runner (Seen TMR 5 times, read it 3 times, seen TST 3 times, read it 2 times, seen TDC 4 times, read it 3 times, read TKO 2 times, read TFC 3 times)

Twilight (seen 1 time)

One Direction (seen the movie 1 time)

Red, White, & Royal Blue (read 3 times)

Gravity Falls (seen 2 times)

Friends (seen 9 times)

Heartstopper (seen 3 times)

Young Royals (seen 1 time)

I Am Not Okay With This (seen 1 time)

Descendants (seen 3+ times)

Teen Wolf (seen 1 time)

Over The Garden Wall (seen 4+ times)

Luca (seen 6 times)

Sabrina: The Teenage Witch (seen unknown amount of times)

SHIPS

Byler (Will Byers x Mike Wheeler - ST - fandom otp)

Steddie (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson - ST)

Ronance (Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler - ST)

Elmax (El Hopper x Max Mayfield - ST)

Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak - IT - fandom otp)

Stenbrough (Stan Uris x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Stozier (Stan Uris x Richie Tozier - IT)

Hanbrough (Mike Hanlon x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Stanlon (Stan Uris x Mike Hanlon - IT)

Stanlonbrough (Stan Uris x Mike Hanlon x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Kaspbrough (Eddie Kaspbrak x Bill Denbrough - IT)

Bichie (Bill Denbrough x Richie Tozier - IT)

Steddie (Stan Uris x Eddie Kaspbrak - IT)

Wolfstar (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black - HP - fandom otp)

Jegulus (James Potter x Regulus Black - HP)

Drarry (Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter - HP - fandom otp)

Linny (Luna Lovegood x Ginny Weasley - HP)

Scorbus (Scorpius Malfoy x Albus Potter - HP - fandom otp)

Newtmas (Newt x Thomas - TMR - fandom otp)

Schmico (Levi Schmitt x Nico Kim - GA - fandom otp)

Slexie (Mark Sloan x Lexie Grey - GA)

Calzona (Callie Torres x Arizona Robbins - GA)

Japril (Jackson Avery x April Kepner - GA)

Bubbline (Bonibel Bubblegum x Marceline Abadeer - AT - fandom otp)

Larry Stylinson (Louis Tomlinson x Harry Styles - 1D - fandom otp)

Luberto (Luca Paguro x Alberto Scorfano - Luca - fandom otp)

FAVORITE/COMFORT CHARACTERS

Will Byers (ST - fandom fav)

George O'Malley (GA - fandom fav)

Arizona Robbins (GA)

Lexie Grey (GA)

April Kepner (GA)

Ginny Weasley (HP - fandom fav)

Newt (TMR - fandom fav)

Marceline (AT - fandom fav)

Eddie Kaspbrak (IT - fandom fav)

Richie Tozier (IT)

Bill Denbrough (IT)

Stan Uris (IT)

Bill Denbrough (IT)

Alice Cullen (Twilight - fandom fav)

Remus Lupin (HP - fandom fav)

Sirius Black (HP)

Colin Morris-Jones (It's A Sin - fandom fav)

Stanley Barber (IANOWT - fandom fav)

Scorpius Malfoy (HP -fandom fav)

Albus Potter (HP)

Mal Bertha (Descendents - fandom fav)

Stiles Stilinski (TW - fandom fav)

Lydia Martin (TW)

Wirt (OTGW - fandom fav)

Greg (OTGW)

Luca Paguro (Luca - fandom fav)

Sabrina Spellman (STTW)

Salem Saberhagen (STTW - fandom fav)

FAVORITE CELEBRITIES

Taylor Swift (fav album speak now or evermore)

Louis Tomlinson (fav album walls)

Harry Styles (fav album debut)

Niall Horan (fav album flicker)

Liam Payne

Zayn Malik

Ryan Reynolds

Wyatt Oleff

Jaeden Martell

Finn Wolfhard

Jack Dylan Grazer

Sophia Lillis

Noah Schnapp

Chyler Leigh

Dove Cameron

Conan Gray (fav album kid krow)

#abt me #pinned

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trustsalvatorewriting · 4 years

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 05.21.2020

Hi! I’ve been putting off making a masterlist for a really long time because I was too lazy, but I finally gave in. I’ll be updating this as I go. A lot of these are old, so I might’ve left the fandom already; but the fandoms on the masterlist are Stranger Things, IT 2017, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Originals, Legacies, Girl Meets World, Descendants, and Hamilton. I’ll also be making a prompt and a rules list. Thank you!

Stranger Things

Poly!Mileven x Reader

General Headcanons

Reader Has Arachnophobia - Headcanons

First Kisses - Headcanons

Reader Gets the Flu - Headcanons

The Reader Gets Hurt - Headcanons

Sleepover - Headcanons

Halloween - Headcanons

Max Mayfield

When She’s Upset - Headcanons

Kissing - Headcanons

Jealous - Headcanons

Male! Reader - Headcanons

Nursing After A Skateboard Accident - Headcanons

The Losers x The Party

The Goatman’s Bridge - Headcanons

IT 2017

Stanley Uris

When He’s Frightened - Headcanons

Beverly Marsh

Reader Who Enjoys Writing - Headcanons

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Pretty Little Lady - Violet has to come to terms with her post-traumatic stress disorder.

General Headcanons

Dating - Headcanons

Sleeping - Headcanons

PTSD - Headcanons

The Originals

Kol Mikaelson

Wasteland, Baby! - Kol makes a deal with a deal with the Hollow to revive the first woman he ever loved. Unfortunately, things don’t turn out the way he expects them to. (OC)

Let’s Fall In Love For the Night - Kol is in love with his brother’s girl

Hope Mikaelson

Legacies

Penelope Park

Meeting Penelope Park at Her New School - Headcanons

Josie Saltzman

Mental Health - Headcanons

Disney

Girl Meets World

Airports Are Depressing - Corey Fogelmanis x Reader

Stealing Maya from Josh - Headcanons

Descendants

Comforting Mal When She’s Upset - Headcanons

You Find Mal’s Art Studio - Headcanons

Hamilton

Anthony Ramos

Yuan Fen - “It’s hard to go unseen - especially in this instance, with so little distance between me and the boy and the book and the shop. I take a step to get out; but my feet forget how!”

Lin-Manuel Miranda

Are You Happy? - “I’m afraid that you’re gonna resent me and I’m afraid that this is not enough for you and I’m afraid that I’m not enough for you.”

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moonlightwritesdisney · 3 years

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YOU. — Wyatt Lykensen

Pairing: Wyatt Lykensen X FEMALE! READER

Requested: Yes / No

Warnings: vulgar swearing. descriptions of blood. unhealthy behavior. mentions of rape.

Author’s Note: please note that you (the reader) and wyatt are both adults in this image. Just to clear up any confusion!

Summary: The first time he saw you he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He follows you everywhere. He gets jealous when he sees you invite a friend over for old times sake. Things go way to far. You will be his.

HE ALLOWED THE LOUD CHATTER and birds song in the bright summer square of ZombieTown to be slowly drowned out by all his pulsing thoughts. He stood in the distance observing you. Out of all the people that passed by blocking his view, he kept his hard eye on you.

The way your soft brunette curls laid untouched just inches away from your descending chest. Echoes of your honey dripping laugh rang through his twitching ears. The jealously and anger only grew worse.

Unbeknownst to you, not aware of the wolf watching you had just finished a few hours of shopping, you were making your way down towards the central parking just by ZombieTown’s large water fountain before you were stopped by an old school friend — who was male.

He was so surprised to see, he complimented you and watched you laugh in sweetness. Both of you stood their for at least 20 minutes catching up on old burnt out memories he was trying to re-flame. He could read your mind. He felt the same as you. He knew you were uncomfortable and wanted to make a fast escape. You didn’t trust this guy but.

“Hey uhm- i was actually wondering if you’d like to have dinner and a movie tonight?” Was this guy serious? After a twenty minute conversation?! You weren’t one to be rude because of your passive personality. “Oh — uhm sure! I’d like that. I’ll be there at seven o’clock”.

And with that you were off and on your way home. Wyatt watched as you retreated towards the silver Cadillac you owned in the parking lot. He watched all around him. He glared at the young man who was walking the opposite way. That dumb human. He couldn’t stand a chance against him.

Nonetheless, he knew you’d be his one day. He’d let you have the little amount of happiness this human could spare for a while. He’d imagine you helpless crying and running straight into his arms. The way your head laid on his shoulder while he rubbed your back in a calming manner.

Leaving little kisses on our neck when he was in the mood, the warm feeling of both your sweaty bodies pressed together in pure erotic euphoria. Tingles ran down his spine as he imagines your soft smile in his mind. His heart raced at the thought of your body. Every curve and edge. All the imperfections you could name he’d find absolutely exhilarating.

“Hey man, curfew’s almost up you have to leave”. Another voice snapped him out of deep personal thoughts, he eyed a stern looking officer dressed in a blue SeaBrook uniform, who was very tired and just wanted to go home. He nodded his way respectfully and exited the shopping plaza. The walk to your house wasn’t long.

The city had separate ZombieTown’s main housing and shopping lot so you had to drive at least a small distance to venture for a desired shopping day. He had taken the path towards your small apartment plenty of times, along with being a wolf came with advanced speed so he made due time. The sky swirled with light pinks and oranges making a beautiful sunset in the small town.

The crunching of grass under his feet made his anxious as he took a deep breathe, his footsteps became silent in worries of you discovering him. He stood calmly in your background his ears twitching hearing you humming to yourself softly — he figured you were in the shower getting ready for you date.

A scoff left his red lips in jealousy, he hated that it wasn’t him. ‘in due time’. He thought to himself confidently as he caught attention to light fogs of steam arising from the running shower. Now, Wyatt was no prude but he absolutely couldn’t resist. His curious brown eyes peered above the brick ledge.

A gasp hitched in his throat. His heart could explode at any moment. Their you stood, pampering yourself in the shower. Looking ever so beautiful. The water dripping down your pale dark skin. Your green textured hair soaking up the moisture from the water.

He bit down on his lip as goosebumps shot up his back. You were marvelous. Your beautiful voice flowing through his ears as you sung. His eyes grew yellow, his animalistic nature taking full control. Fangs flashed from his mouth.

He tightened his fist in frustration. He wanted to take you right then and there. ‘All mine’. He thought as he found himself skewing up dirty — unholy images in his mind of him senselessly fucking you, clinging to him as you screamed his name. He knew it was wrong. The tightening he felt in his boxers was painful. Too painful to even bear. He wanted you, every inch.

To him you were everything. All his. After having to agonize through his painful boner he regained composure after zipping up his pale brown pants and moved stalkingly towards the right his eyes casting view into your bedroom window, the soft white shades slightly parted allowing him to see through.

Different collages and pictures of close friends and things you adored plastered all over your walls. Small shelves that held small knickknacks and small plants lightly attracting ray of sunlight bent at the wall. Your bed, freshly made with the soft maroon red and pillows with the dark hues of blue designed with golden tassels laid neatly, untouched.

You were somewhat messy, but very articulate and decorative. Which he adored. Small white bookshelves filled to the end with large literature of your liking. Pushed up against your light grey accent wall. Posters and cute pieces of art made by yourself were taped just above your bed post.

He adored your room. It was full of positivity, light, and all things that you adored. The sweet vanilla and shea scent from your body streamed into his nose like a running river. Licking his lips in anticipation he closed his eyes and exhaled your delectable scent.

You walks into the small atmosphere the cold air hitting your bare legs, missing the warmth of the water and steam capture your body in a relaxing shower. It was a sewer green like color to which your full cheeks spread into a large smile ‘perfect’.

After reaching for a pair of distressed and ripped jeans that you had seen in the corner of your eye you pulled down the chain to your light which shut off you quickly threw your clothing on your bed and sat down on the edge freeing the sparkling red cap on your lotion squeezing the lotion onto your hand.

It smelt amazing, ever since zombies had fought for more equality from the humans. Zombies from everywhere where now able to walk into any store much to the similar human version of their Victoria Secret and others. To which they could by all sorts of cute lipglosses, lotions, night wear, and clothing. The sweet deep smell of cinnamon and rose entered your nostrils as you rubbed the lotion into your calves working your way up to the top of your thighs.

The black pupils widened in arousel and wonder as he stared into the inside of your window without your knowledge — your hands slowly rubbing the white substance on the curve of your plush butt. He was awe stricken, so captivated by the goddess he had known as you. His heart thumped wildly in his chest he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your finger pulled up the red belt loops of the maroon jeans your legs fitted around, securing the gold buttons of your jeans into the red holes in front. You sighed and fumbled with the thin green fabric you scrunched up the material and pushed your head through, then your arms.

You stood in front of the large white rimmed body mirror that leaned against the back wall with a cute colorful tapestry laid over it with pictures of close friends and fun stickers plastered on the corners of the glass. You loved the way your outfit looked. You felt very satisfied. A huge smile spread across your cheeks. The left of your head swung towards the opening crack of your door — the ring of your front doorbell.

You drowned in confusion, your eyes reached over to read the square alarm clock on your night side table. ‘6:24’. ‘He is only twenty minutes early’. Which you thought was very weird. You had just met back with your old elementary friend hours ago , and only after having a seemingly awkward conversation for twenty minutes you agree to go on a date but he’s twenty minutes early?!

You pondered at the all the possibilities as to why he suggested this. But nonetheless you shook the feeling away and picking up your towel placing it in your pale green clothing hamper. Stepping out of your room and down into the wide hallway your fingers wrapped around the chilling gold door handle and yanked it open.

There he stood, bouncing eagerly on his toes. His hair slicked back with hair spray, the clothing he wore was doused with heavy calogne — the foul heavy smell of the body spray stung at your nose the second you opened your front door. Which was something you didn’t find attractive at all. The wide smile he wore seemed like it was too toiled. Like he was trying to hard. His clothes. Ew.

He wore a bright blue and white plaid buttoned, with a black lambskin jacket over it unbuttoned, dark blue low waisted jeans and light brown flats. Yikes. How human of him. You absolutely hated what he was wearing. You knew he was being desperate. You could see it in his body language and his expression. You spotted bright red roses — in front of him you would have scoffed and sent him away.

If he truly remembered you he would have remembered you like sunflowers instead of basic red roses. How bland. But instead, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. You knew the crippling and heart breaking sorrow of rejection, you were a zombie of course so being cast out was something you knew all to well. Instead you tilted your head to the side and forced your cheeks into a great smile.

“Are these flowers for me?” You asked clasping your hands together. He looked down then up at your a small smirk plastering on his thin lips — ‘ABSOLUTELY NOT SIR PLEASE GOD SO DISGUSTING’. These thoughts screamed in your mind as you watched him with pure unattractive as his licked his lips “yes they are actually”.

He said with a very man-ly chuckle “they reminded me of you so I picked them up at the zombie market in town on my way here”. As if this dude wasn’t trying hard enough. He truly had to glamorize the fact that he picked the flowers up at a zombie store instead of the regular human one. So he was racist and trying to hard. Great. You let out an awkward laugh and stepped aside allowing him in before the air became filled with his disgusting aroma.

You had retrieved the flowers from his hand and immediately threw them carelessly on the counter. He didn’t question it but instead following closely behind you. ‘I’ll burn them later’. You thought with a pleasing smirk that played on your face. He had already sat down in your living space his flats sprawled on the floor and his feet kicked up on your glass coffee table. Dog behavior. You rolled your eyes he was stupid and too dumb to even understand basic manners.

Football was playing on your small flat screen, you had taken a seat next to him your feet flat on the floor, your toes curling in the soft plush carpet. “Would you like something to drink?” you asked politely, the man turned his attention towards you, a curl in his lip “hm sure, the finest wine you’ve got?” He requested you stood up and went into the small kitchen opening the oak cabinet next to the sink you had set both wine glasses down on the marble countertop.

The dark brown hues in your eyes scanned out the closed window above your sink watching the bright pink sky combine with beautiful colors of orange and red cascading over the oval clouds. You twisted the cork out of the bottle of white wine you had just bought from ‘Z’s Gruesome Groceriez” in ZombieTown.

You wondered if this human had tasted zombie issued wine before, since well zombie wine was a lot more bitter than regular human liquor / wine. It had a hint of brains. You shrugged with a ‘hmp’. ‘He’s too dumb to even notice anyway’.

After filling both glasses to the half point you held both of them in your hands and carefully walked back into the living room where the human sat on your white leather couch his eyes and full attention soaking into the fourth quarter and a fumbling ball.

You cleared your throat to catch his attention, he smiled towards you and took the wine glass from your right hand and thanked you focusing his content back on the television. “So .. what are you doing for work now?” you asked trying to break the awkward tension to which he perked up after taking a small sip and setting it down.

“Oh well I’d never thought you’d ask, I work as SeaBrook patrolman, you?” You ignored the sting in your gut “I work as a journalist and a proud activist for the Zombie’s and Werewolves’ against discrimination movement, or ZAWAD, it supports the bright culture of both werewolves and zombies and brings everyone together.

We try to unite the communities in SeaBrook instead of pushing away and we absolutely do try our best too peacefully speak our thoughts and have mindful conversations without violence.”

You spoke proudly watching his intense expression burn into your eyes. He nodded slowly and pursed his lips which confused you nonetheless you still tried to ignore the screaming inside your head and gut ‘make him leave’. ‘this is going to end badly’. Chills scattered down your back in anxiousness.

“That’s interesting and ... very sexy actually, your very passionate about it i can tell”. You internally cringed at that word coming out of his mouth. ‘Sexy’. He definitely wanted something, and it wasn’t a genuine conversation. You froze with disgust his nimble tender cold fingers resting on your knee. “oh uhm, thanks i guess”.

You spoke trying to give him the hint, you weren’t interested even if he was the last person on earth you wouldn’t. His hand inched closer towards your inner thigh a evil smirk plastered on his face. “god your so sexy”. He then leaned his lips towards yours capturing you in his grasp. You didn’t give an inch, you squealed in protest.

You moved your arms to his biceps and tried to push him way from you , he refused now he was on top of you. His rough calloused hands slide up towards your collarbone, you groaned in anger “can you please just stop-- STOP!” You shouted, his breathe was hot against your neck his left hand slide up towards your neck and pressed down onto your windpipe.

You gasped gritting your teeth, you used your right hand to try and push him off but his strength held your arm down. You felt helpless, weak, worthless to know that you had somehow allowed this disgusting being to get ahold of you. That is, until you felt him grasping the metal of your Z-band.

You knew that taking it off could potentially be a very dangerous action, which was only to be taken off in emergencies only. This was a very big problem and it needed to be stopped. His hand gripped the clasp of your band, you felt the dark veins pulsating throughout your body.

Using the strength to lift your left hand which caused a small chime from your Z-band to sound, it unclasped from you wrist and fell somewhere on the floor. In just a few seconds the light around your eyes had turned a deep purple cracks plunging from under them. A low growl erupted from your stomach then submerged to your throat.

The man felt you vibrate from below him, he had suddenly noticed you had changed. He gasped and stood up as you growled and snarled, you inched closer towards him as he took steps back defensively. “Stay the hell away from me you bitch!” He shouted sternly but the anger was hot and boiling inside of you.

Turning into a zombie was something you couldn’t control. It was coded in your genes. Once your Z-band was ripped from you the monster took over inside you, just as it did for anyone. Your vision had turned completely red. The low grumbles and growling roared within you, this is what you were. A monster, and damn, were you proud of it.

You stepped closer to the cowering man as he flared his arms towards you, which unfortunately, only agitated you more. In this moment you were gone, the zombie inside you was controlling you, and you smelt fear. Which was a bad thing. “Your a waste of human life”. Your normal quiet spoken speech had transformed into a lower deep growl. Using your zombie strength you grabbed the human by his leather collar and bite deeply into his neck, the loud scream leaving the dry of his throat.

The blood seeped out of his neck like a river, you lifted him to meet eyes with a demon like growl “next time you better stop”. You seethed before letting him drop to the ground, the now scared human scrambled towards his feet holding the gushing wound his hand covered in red. He disappeared out of the living space and out of your life forever. Or at least you hoped he did. Grunting you walked over towards the crack between the couch and the pale wall, getting on your hands and knees you reach down for the metal bracelet.

After securing it in your grasp you immediately push the clasps together around you wrist. ‘Online’. You let a content sigh slumping back beside the wall the dark veins in your arms slowly recoiled from your arms and legs. Your back ached and your head pounded. The sweet tasting blood of the humans still resting on your lips and along your cheeks.

Finally, after about a few seconds you steadily returned to your feet. Ignoring the few blood spatters that were now fresh on the floor. ‘I’ll clean it up later”. You let a deep sigh release from your lips as you picked up the two wine glasses and brought them to the kitchen and discarded of the waste in the sink.

You were fashioned in the bathroom taking a warm cloth and bringing it towards your face wiping off the dried blood. You sucked in a breathe the sound of your beating heart filling your ears. You didn’t feel at all ashamed for what you had done. That bastard human deserved it.

The overbearing of your anxiety flared, you were worried you might get in huge trouble, since unfortunately, the human is never to blame. You had gone to bed that night in hopes for a better day the next morning -- the only problem was, he saw everything.

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thornnii · 11 months

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✦⏐old posts masterlist

these are posts for characters that I no longer write for

⎯ descendants:

↳ audrey rose

✦ morganite & red jasper there is a little surprise for both when audrey and y/n reveal their one year anniversary gifts to each other.

↳ carlos de vil

✦ ink spots for an art project y/n has to incorporate ink into their piece. however it’s not only their project that gets covered in it.

↳ mal bertha

✦ a royal for a fae headcanons of what it would be like dating mal as an auradon kid.

↳ uma triskelion

✦ seashells by the seashore going shell hunting with uma.

⎯ marvel cinematic universe:

↳ shuri

✦ will you marry me? having a platonic, but none the less dramatic, wedding with shuri.

↳ yelena belova

✦ pasta having a stay-in night with yelena.

⎯ streamers:

↳ beautie_

✦ styling returning home after a shopping trip at the mall, y/n and beau decide to hold a small fashion show of their purchases.

↳ emma langevin

✦ burnt while on your period, emma makes it their soul purpose to keep you cozy although things don't really go to plan when they try to make lunch.

↳ justa minx

✦ dye stains dying your hair with your roommate.

↳ nihachu

✦ roomies headcanons & a 'small' imagine on what I think it would be like having niki as your college roommate.

↳ punz

✦ partners in crime punz having an s/o that's a mercenary, just like him.

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descendantsramblings · 3 years

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Game Planner - Mal

Day Six of Fall Week (Sort of just Halloween Week)

Mal x Prince Reader

After finding out Halloween makes Mal homesick, her boyfriend and friends organize an escape room for the Halloween Carnival

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“Jay, do you think you could put that key on the second shelf instead of the third? It looks to obvious there,” (Y/n)’s voice rings through the messy room as he closes a lock on a fridge in the room. “We’re recreating Maleficent’s living room, nothing looks obvious,” Jay grumbles, but following the orders of the stressed prince. Evie steps back from her work, smiling at the room, “This looks so much like the actual room. This theme is so fun, everyone was scared of Mal’s mom. Isle kids would love a Maleficent escape room, I think the evil pixie herself would be honored.” The words bring a soft smile to the prince’s face as he messes with a bookshelf, “You mean that? I thought finding the scepter and spell book as the keys might be drawing a line, also the whole, clay Maleficent lizard in the fridge thing.”

“It’s not like it’s the real things, and the three of us almost died to get the real thing once. I think it’s fitting, except the whole no magic on the Isle thing. Plus, lizard in the fridge was Jay’s idea and I personally find him hilarious,” Carlos shrugs, putting the finishing touches on a cabinet that held their fake scepter behind it. The prince finally turns back to the group, watching as Evie closed the hidden compartment in the dining table to hide the spell book. “We did set up the code to that as lime, purple, black, purple right? Because if not I need to go back in and fix the coding,” the platinum haired boy juts his thumb over to the table as he speaks. Jay nods, standing on a chair to adjust the camera in the corner of the room, “Yeah, I already messed with it. (Y/n) this thing records sound too, right? Because if not it’s useless.” The prince nods, moving back to a corner to check over their work.

After finding out that Halloween started to bum Mal out, something Evie let slip, the boy was set on bringing one of her favorite Isle traditions to Auradon. So, he was thankful to have three other ex-Isle residents with him to plan it behind her back, hoping to help her homesickness in some way. That came in the form of Jay making a snarky remark about making it Maleficent themed, something Carlos and Evie quickly picked up with excitement. So here they were, they’ve been hiding this part of the art building from Mal for a month, preparing for the carnival tonight. “Opening night, are you excited (Y/n)?” Evie’s bubbly voice was matched with her arms wrapping around his shoulders. “In all honesty? I’m horrified of trying to give clues and scared that this might make her homesickness worse.” “Mal was barely ever home on the Isle, you’ll be fine. And Carlos is taking shifts with you, you won’t be alone,” Jay shakes his head, climbing down the ladder, “Anyway, I think we’re officially ready to go get our opening group.”

His words send a spark of excitement through the Prince, it’s time. “Los, you ready to go get them?” The platinum haired VK nods, the two headed to the entrance door, the other duo following them. Evie flicks off the lights, leaving the first task of the room ready to go. The entrance to the art building holds a very nervous Jane and Doug, along with an excited Lonnie and Ben, and a confused Mal. “Hey, look at us ‘Los, perfect timing,” (Y/n) beams over at him.

“What’s going on here?” Mal raises an eyebrow, looking between her friend and boyfriend and the group she’s standing with. “Well, you said you missed the Isle traditions, so we decided to bring one to Auradon for you,” (Y/n) smiles nervously. “Now if you five will follow us,” Carlos waves down the hall before turning on his heel and heading down the hall, the group and (Y/n) following closely behind. “What is this?” Mal whispers over into her boyfriend’s ear, who just smiles and squeezes her hand in response. “I’m not good with surprises, you know.” Carlos stops and the prince walks over to his side. “Welcome to Auradon’s first ever Halloween Escape room,” the prince beams, motioning to the door. He doesn’t miss the smile on Mal’s face, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “The theme, escape Maleficent, you have an hour before your magic runs out, putting you under a sleeping spell,” Carlos smiles, opening the door, “To drop the magic lock, you need her scepter and spell book.” “You get three hints, call out for Carlos or myself and we can give you a hint on your current puzzle, team work will get you out awake,” (Y/n) smiles, meeting eyes with his girlfriend again.

“Your time starts once we shut this door, so in you go,” Carlos ushers, the Auradon kids spilling into the dark room quickly. “You guys,” Mal’s voice is gentle, “You did this for me?” “It was (Y/n)’s idea, Evie, Jay, and I helped,” Carlos nods. “Thank you,” Mal smiles, pulling her boyfriend into an excited hug. “Of course, now go see if you can avoid the sleep spell,” he gives her a gentle push as he lets go. “I better be able to! I’d hate to be under that again.”

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dont-you-dare-imagine · 3 years

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Part 2 of rating the D2 Cotillion looks!

First up, Benny boy!

• 6/10

• It’s not bad, I just feel like it’s really basic.

• Its literally what he wears all the time with the exception that he’s wearing his ugly crown that doesn’t seem to fit him right.

Lonnie!!

• 8/10

• I love it! The colors, the style, and I really like the neck piece.

• I feel like this look really just screams Lonnie.

• The reason it’s not a little bit higher is because I honestly don’t know what they were thinking with her hair. But the outfit itself is amazing!

Jane! Looking a little bit insane in this picture but it’s the best one I could find so....

• 5/10

• Like, first of all it’s just so much like every other outfit Jane wears. I feel like she always wears light blue outfits with bright pink bows.

• I mean it’s kinda cute, but the bow is just a little too crooked and the ruffles are just a little too much.

And finally, Doug!

• 7/10

• I feel like it’s just pretty plain and simple. Like, a regular tux with a beige kinda color and black details.

• The color isn’t my favorite, but other than that there isn’t really a lot wrong with it.

• There honestly isn’t much else to say.

That’s a wrap! Thank you guys so much for reading, and I hope you all have a wonderful whatever time it is where you are!

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Emotional Anorexic

Summary: A Descendants Ben/whoever; Song-fic Emotional Anorexic by Svavar Knútur

TW: implied eating disorder

Ben’s in love, everyone can tell. It happened so soon after he was officially announced as prince, when the VK’s came over, when the barrier was brought down.

He barely takes his eyes off her, the dress she’s wearing takes his breath away almost as much as a kiss from her. He’s entranced, awed by how she moves, how she looks in the morning, in the evening, how she can make anything she chooses to wear look effortless. How she is his, how she wants him, for him.

The first step she misses on the stairs, he’s there to catch her, she’s embarrassed, nervous how he’s fawning over her, glaring playfully at her shoes and the runner on the stairs for making her trip; she laughs and his smile brightens further.

The first time she stumbles he notices; it’s a flat surface, there’s nothing wrong, he watches her pale, she looks dizzy and he keeps his arm hovering around her, so when she does stumble he’s caught her before anyone else has noticed.

The second time she stumbles is much worse, she’s standing by the field he’s almost finished his tourney game when her face goes gray and she sinks to the ground.

The next time Ben sees her he notices she’s permanently gray tinted, she’s sluggish and he’s horrified at the bones he can see jutting from under her clothes.

Ben’s soft when he touches her, his hands running over the sweater she’s wearing; she’s always cold now, always shivering. Ben looks worriedly at her, fingers running through her hair which has been falling in clumps. He doesn’t look at it just letting it sink to the floor. He can feel bone under the sweater, every inch of her skin molded to bone in a freighting way. He asks the fairy godmother if maybe there is some sort of spell on her, maybe something is wrong; she just shakes her head, replying, the only thing affecting her is herself, the only curse she’d been put under is one from her own mind. Ben tries not to cry when he sees her next.

He doesn’t know who to go to, which is why he ends up talking to Carlos, to Jay, to Gil, to Harry, anyone who will listen, but not her. He knows he can’t mention it to her. He debates talking to his parents, and then to hers but decides it’s best they not know. He can’t burden them with this. He think, maybe this is how she feels, a burden and a waste, and something not truly good, a creature with no true home anymore.

Ben notices when she’s not in class. He hates the sinking feeling in his chest, but she walks in later in the day, all smiles and laughter claiming something that Ben knows is a lie. He watches and it seems like she’s pulled an all-nighter, over what he’s not sure but surely it’s just that. This is the first time he notices, the second time is much much worse.

She’s walking into the library when he locks eyes with her, she smiles, happy to see him and he can’t help but smile back, before he watches her eyes roll into her head as she crumbles to the floor. He’s there in a second brushing hair from her eyes and turning her gently to the side. He can see a note that’s fallen out, he stuffs it into her pocket without a second thought.

He see’s her again, she’s leaning by the statue shivering, she hasn’t seen him, and all he can see is her sunken cheeks and sunken eyes that seem to marble to be real.

Ben sneaks down to the kitchen, he makes cookies, and pie, and anything he can pass off as a first attempt, he doesn’t want her catching on to his plans.

Everything sits untouched by her at lunch, she smiles at everything, asking him how he found making it; was it something he enjoyed; nothing about the actual food, nothing that could lead to her tasting it. Ben doesn’t care about manners when he shoves a cookie at her, urging her to taste it, to try his first attempt. A last ditch effort to get her to yield, she does, smiling and meeting his eyes, genuine in her comment on how delicious it is.

Ben tries not to make too much noise when he catches her vomiting into the bushes only ten minutes later.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay..”

“It’s fine Ben, must be that stomach bug going around…” She laughs nervously, he steps closer and she shakes her head stepping back.

“I don’t want to get you sick, besides I’m sure I just smell like puke.” More nervous laughter that make Ben frown, he steps forward and she doesn’t back away this time, just hovers ready to bolt, not that she’d get far trying to run away, he doubts she’d make it to the fountain with how unsteady she’d been lately.

He doesn’t say anything about the other’s catching her throwing up the other times she’d eaten with them. He just waits, taking another half step forward.

“Please, let me help?” He reaches out a hand and she hesitates clearly debating what to do, Ben simply waits.

“I don’t even think you, with all your princely power.” She chuckles darkly.

“Well maybe if you tell me what’s wrong I can help you? You won’t know until you try.”

“Oh and maybe everyone from the vk’s can help too I mean no one ever gives them credit for anything, but they can sure try their best but the prince always gets the credit because he’s a hero, not anyone else, never anyone else. The prince will know how to fix me cause he cancels out all bad luck right? Right!?” She looks heartbroken as she touches her face to feel tears.

“You can’t help me, you won’t even listen.” She looks up towards him and he swallows, recalling the time he caught her making comments to herself, or voicing concerns he’d brush off about her looks, never really denying them. How he watched her push food around her plate assuming she wasn’t satisfied with her meal.

“Please love, please just let me try?” He’s right in front of her now and he knows he’s giving her no choice but to take his hand.

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