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sl-newsie · 6 months

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Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Descendants 2- Ch. 12: Trust

Thankfully, there are very few girls in the hall since they’re all busy getting ready for cotillion. The only one I allow to see me is Lonnie, who is looking very pleased with herself.

“Jay made me the fencing team captain!” Lonnie squeals.

My heartbreak from Carlos fades a tad and I offer my congratulations. “That’s wonderful, Lonnie! I wish you the best of luck.”

She smirks. “Thanks. I get to mess with Chad! Are you coming to cotillion?”

“Yes, for a small time. I’m going to keep my cloak on so people won’t see me. I’m not here for socializing, only to bring support for Mal and Ben.”

“Sounds like a plan! See you tonight!”

Before I go to get ready, I decide to pass by Carlos’ room to see how things went with Jane-

“Audrey! Audrey!”

Only to find Chad sprawled on the floor clutching his phone. After I pull on my cloak, I feel Carlos come up behind me and see him give me a blank stare. I just tilt my head and point to Chad.

“Again? This is my room, Chad!”

“Shh! Audrey? Yeah. That’s great!” He turns to us. “Audrey got a flat tire in Sherwood Forest and wants me to go fix it!” He unwillingly gives Carlos his printed crown before zooming off down the hallway.

I give an unsatisfied grunt. “Visit the Dark Woods, while you’re at it.”

“What’s that?” Carlos whispers.

“Cursed evil part of the forest. He won’t be back for a week,” I whisper back. When we’re alone, I slip off my cloak and dare to ask. “How’d things go with Jane?”

Carlos’ eyes light up. “Fantastic! She said yes! Jane said she’d love to be my girlfriend! And hang out after the dance and-” He stops, probably sensing this is not the best subject to be speaking of in great detail. “I’m sorry. This is probably awkward, isn’t it?”

He’s right. Every time he talks so highly of Jane and how excited he is to have her as- his girlfriend, I feel my heart being squeezed with every sentence. I should support my friend and not be so jealous, but why is this so hard?!

I shake my head, trying to convince both Carlos and myself. “No, no… It’s alright. I’m happy that you’ve found a nice girl like Jane. She’s very kind, and I’m sure you’ll both have a good time tonight. I’ve gotta go find Evie now, but I’ll see you later.”

I flip my cloak back on and stride out the door, before Carlos can respond and my heart snaps in two. Conceal it… I’m here for Mal and Ben. I cannot show any fragile emotion.

When I get to Evie’s room I find both her and Doug, who greets me with a high-five.

“Ready for your big surprise dress? Evie’s been ranting about it all week.”

I smile and shake my head. “You guys, I don’t need a dress.”

But Evie just waves me off and rushes over to her closet. “Nonsense! I expect everyone to look their best! Now close your eyes!”

I comply, and when I hear her say to open my eyes I still argue. “I still don’t see why- Oh my, oh Evie…”

She holds up an elegant Victorian-style dress sewn with a beautiful violet fabric with black patterns. One might say it’s a gown worthy of royalty and not meant for a witch.

“And I added a hood for you to wear, since you’re so keen on keeping a low profile. Though by wearing this I don’t think it’ll help keep eyes off you.”

I reach out to touch the gorgeous fabric. “Evie, it’s magnificent. You’re so talented… But this seems like it should be for someone a more high-ranking royal of the court. Not an outcast witch.”

“No, Magica.” Doug walks up and puts a hand on my shoulder. “You need to wear this, so you can show everyone just how wrong they are about you. That you’re not an evil witch.”

“I want you to walk into that party with your head held high and no regrets,” Evie says proudly.

I start to feel excited, even overjoyed! But then…

I sigh. “Yes, I can show them. But Carlos will still be there, a reminder of my pain.”

Evie looks confused. “What do you mean? Did he hurt you?”

In a way, yes.

“He is my true love, and he has given his heart to someone else. I know partially it’s my fault for being so isolated, but I do still love him. And- And-” I start to tear up, but push through it. “And even if I can never find a happy ending, he deserves every amount of happiness. And if Jane can give that to him and I can’t, then fate has spoken.”

My words send Evie into a spiraling rambling about how ‘I should have told him’ and ‘this isn’t right,’ and it just makes it worse. I no longer wish to burden Evie with my problems, so I quickly thank her again for the dress and go to change in her bathroom. At first I think it’s too much, but after doing a twirl the dress makes me feel powerful. Not too flamboyant, yet still something to be proud of.

When I step back out, Evie’s jaw drops. “Magica, you look stunning! People are going to love you!”

I huff. “Not before they form a mob. I’m only here for Mal and Ben, and then I will go back to the Enchanted Forest. If I do not have the courage to tell Carlos, please let him know that deep down a part of me truly is happy for him, and that I will not bother him.”

He doesn’t deserve to keep having me fawning over him.

“But Magica, if you still love him maybe he-”

“No. He’s already moved on. And if you ever mention this, I will spell your mouth shut,” I warn. I hate to do this, but I’ve had enough of having my emotions manipulated and gossiped.

After leaving Evie’s room, I decide to chat with Ben before heading off to the cotillion. When I get to his room I see he’s wearing a spiffy blue tux, almost like every other guy I’ve seen so far.

“Why do the girls get to wear different dresses, but all the guys have to look the same?”

He sees me come in and shrugs. “It’s always been like that. So… You’re still coming? I see Evie’s been busy.”

I smile and give him a twirl to show off the elegant dress. “Yes, I am most grateful. I just wish I could be present at this event under different circumstances.”

Ben nods. “Trust me, Sparks. I’ll do what I can to clear your name. If that’s what you want?”

I nod eagerly. “Yes, please! I wanted to be isolated, but… never this much. I’m so tired of having to hide.” Now I change the subject. “You’re still going to work on bringing over more VKs, right?”

“Yeah. After what Uma showed me, I now see that the Isle’s much worse than I thought. If only she weren’t so evil, she wouldn’t feel she needed to steal the wand in order to escape. I tried to talk her out of it,” Ben tries to explain as he fixes his tie. “I said she could come with us if she let me go.”

His words send specks of betrayal leaking into my brain. “Ben… Do you know how shallow and insensitive that sounds? You’re using the chance of leaving Isle as a bargaining chip! It’s as if- as if… you’re just like Uma.”

My words have the equivalent of venom and leave Ben shocked.

“Magica, how- Why would you even think that?”

“Because you’re manipulating her, Ben! Just like everyone who hates me and the other VKs, every student or politician of the court, you’re manipulating people with promises you might not be able to keep. And for what? To prove that you’re a good king?”

“I will keep my promise!” Ben argues. “Why don’t you trust me?”

I sigh and bring a hand to my head, starting to feel overwhelmed. “I do trust you, Ben. But if you keep trying to appeal to people through bribes of gratification then that is something I do not agree with. Trust is done through actions, not promises. And I intend to keep mine.” I turn and start for the door. “I will be at cotillion tonight for you and Mal, no one else. Afterwards I will return to the Enchanted Forest, and you will be hearing from me about sending over more VKs. Do not let me down, Brother Ben.”

When I shut the door I lean against it and hold back the urge to scream. First Carlos, now this? My instincts to trust keep being tested, and I’m starting to question trusting anyone at all. It feels like my emotions have been dilated, each one tipping the scale and threatening to spill over. Anger, jealousy, selfishness, hostility… Each poisoning my true intentions of being good.

“Goodness gracious, is that Magica?” A voice calls from behind and all of a sudden I’m pulled into a tight hug. “It’s good to see you again, sugar!”

“Hi, Tiffany- can- can I breathe?” I gasp.

“Oh, right!” She lets me go and giggles. “I see you’re all gussied up for the dance tonight!”

“Yeah, I just hope for a halfway-decent welcome. I love your dress.”

It’s a mint green, one that (of course) was also designed by Evie.

“Thank you, sugar! Oh- do you think you could do me a small favor and help me carry the lemon tarts to the ship? Mal had me do the catering.”

“Of course, Tiffany.” I allow a kind smile and start to follow her to the kitchen. At least one person in Auradon still holds friendship towards me.

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ao3feed-hevie · 9 months

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The Legacies

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/kBQutpa

by minniedott

prologue to the series The Legacies

Words: 16349, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Descendants: The Legacies

Fandoms: Descendants (Disney Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Original Child(ren) of Eugene Fitzherbert | Flynn Rider and Rapunzel, Original Child(ren) of Maleficent (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Aladdin and Jasmine (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Naveen and Tiana (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Gaston (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Shan Yu (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Prince Charming and Cinderella (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Ursula (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Ariel and Eric (Disney), Original Child(ren) of King and Queen of Hearts (Disney), Original Child(ren) of James Hook, Original Child(ren) of Hans (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Prince and Snow White (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Gothel (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Cruella de Vil (101 Dalmatians), Original Child(ren) of Beast and Belle (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Dr. Facilier (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Anita and Roger (101 Dalmatians), Original Child(ren) of Mad Hatter (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Evil Queen (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Cheshire Cat (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Claude Frollo (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Anastasia Tremaine (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Merida (Disney), Original Child(ren) of Wendy Darling and Peter Pan (Peter Pan)

Relationships: Evie/Mal (Disney), Jane/Li Lonnie, Gil/Carlos de Vil, Evie/Harry Hook, Harry Hook/Uma, Ben/Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: Class Fantasies, Movie: Descendants (2015), Inspired by Descendants (Disney Movies), Fantasy, Magic, Fairy Tale Retellings, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Past Abuse, Healing, Fairy Tale Elements, Spells & Enchantments, Royalty, True Love, Love at First Sight, Love/Hate, Boys In Love, Love Triangles, Dark Magic, Dark Fairy Tale Elements

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Descendants #hevie #eviarry #harry x evie #evie x harry

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spookymultimedia · 2 years

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💚♠️ Homesickness ♠️💚

Colin finds Evie looking sad but this time it's genuine

Evie sat alone in the room she was sharing with Nandor. She was only pretending to love him for his emotional energy. Nothing more. He was too easy. It was fun. It really was. But she couldn't help feeling homesick for a familiar face. Evie, like most energy vampires, was two faced. She masked herself as a shy, sad woman who was miserable and lonely for somebody who cared about her problems. This was far from true. She was pretty well adjusted and happy. She enjoyed lying. There was a thrill in being the center of attention. Pretending she had issues was easy. But when she felt any authentic feelings of sadness, she kept it to herself and dealt with it alone.

Today was one of those days. She felt so stupid for feeling so upset over something trivial. She laid on her side against a small round leather seat that was large enough to fit her body. She had a small wax melt on, giving the room a slight glow. The candle chunks smelled like rain. She was comfortable. Nandor spoiled her. Nandor was practically eating out of the palm of her hand. She was treated like royalty but there was a yearning for someone else.

Colin Robinson rolled open the door of the bedroom and looked at Evie. He hadn't seen her around the mansion to feed off of anyone's pity all day and he couldn't help but worry. It could've been a trap but decided he could accept that risk. He was less than excited when he arrived home to be surprised by Evie Russell in its own home with her arms around Nandor's. He could see right through her facade. He was definitely pissed at her the first week she was there with Nandor but overtime he lost it's bitterness over draining it's own roommates and started to have fun with the situation. He couldn't believe how naive Nandor was to her manipulation. It was almost entertaining. He actually had a soft spot for Evie. He couldn't seem to stay angry at her for a long time. He had a crush on her but he kept that to itself. Evie was an independent woman. He was fine with it's feelings not being reciprocated.

He softly tapped on the door to get her attention. She didn't move, "Who is it?" She spoke coyly.

"Colin Robinson."

"Oh." She said flatly. "Hello." She rolled over to face it and forced a smile. Pretending to be pathetic was one thing, but pretending to be happy was a completely different can of worms.

"Have you been lounging here all day?"

"Well Nandor's running around with his dearly beloved Guillermo so you know." She said the word beloved in a mocking tone.

"He forgot about you huh?"

"Yep." She shrugged.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Hm?" She hummed and widened her eyes. She let her long hair all into her face. Natural habit.

"Are you okay? I haven't heard you draining anyone today."

"Well why should I? I've had plenty to feed from and I'm quite full thank you." She rushed her words and avoided facing Colin. She tried to ignore the sadness in her chest that was rising into her throat, making it hard to speak. The more she ignored it the bigger the feeling became.

"I'm fine." She made a pathetic attempt to smile. Hoping he would just leave. He looked at her face and met her eyes. Tears watered into her eyes against her own will. She rubbed her eyes and looked away. Colin felt its heart break when she flinched away. He saw her tears.

"Are you crying?"

She sat up and glanced away from it's eyes but gave up on hiding her face. A small tear rolled down her face.

"Evie. . ." He said softly. He felt stunned. He had never seen her truly vulnerable before. She didn't seem to want that much attention at all. Which confirmed its worry. He opened his arms and offered her a hug. She slowly leaned into her hug and closed her eyes. He wrapped its arms around her back. "I feel homesick for someone. It's stupid."

"It's not stupid. I thought you lived alone with your cat?" He looked down at her.

"I never actually owned a cat. I did live alone but I found a roommate. She left the country to visit family. She'll be back. I know she will but I miss her."

"Is she a vampire?"

"No, actually. She's human." She pulled out of it's hug and crossed her arms.

"How does that work?" He cocked its head.

"Colin, she doesn't feel empathy. I tried to feed off of her, but she," She smiled warmly, "she didn't feel any sadness for my sadness. She just told me that it was a shame my mother died of cancer and asked if I needed money. She was so unaffected yet kind. She doesn't react to my stories in a typical way. I can't drain her. She's different. She likes to be around me. It's strange. I've never met someone like that before."

"It's nice to have a friend." He smiled at her.

"Yes. She's wonderful." She fidgeted with her skirt. "Colin? Can I tell you something?"

"What is it?"

"I'm aromantic and asexual. I do like to date but I don't want the sex or romance that usually comes with it."

Colin's smile grew bigger, "That's cool. I'm demiromantic and gray asexual."

"Really?" Her eyes grew wide.

"Yeah. I never thought you were the romantic type honestly."

"I like doing romantic things, I just don't feel any romance."

"So your friend?"

"She's my girlfriend, yes. But we aren't lovers. We're friends. Her name is Mikan." She showed it a picture of her girlfriend in an elaborate rainbow colored dress. He chuckled. "She's very colorful. Not like you."

"Yeah. She's beautiful. She's good company. Maybe we should get a cat."

"You sound like a couple of lesbians?" He joked.

She giggled and shook her head at him.

"She's a lesbian. I'm not." She shrugged.

"I'm sure she'll be back before you know it."

She leaned on his shoulder, "Thanks."

#asexual awareness week #aroace #asexual writer #asexual #aromantic #what we do in the shadows #wwdits fanfic #evie russell #colin robinson #wwdits oc #oc x canon #alterous relationship

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astranva · 3 years

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Locked Out

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: Few swear words.

Category: Angst to fluff.

Prompt: “Stop running from me.”

Summary: Communication is key, but you locked Harry out.

let me know what you think, anon! hope you like this🤍

// masterlist //

When you ask couples of their best period, they would tell you that it’s the “honeymoon phase” of their relationships.

They’d swear up and down on the cute gestures their partner did, giving you a list of all the fuzzy emotions they felt during that very time, how everything left a lingering sweet taste that they longed for.

Some would say that their honeymoon phase wasn’t just that, a phase, but it was a belief that both partners could practice so it would linger and embed itself into their relationship with no signs of decay from the passing years.

These are the same people who would go on and on about how it was communication that kept all these “sparks alive” and how important confrontation was; how being with someone meant that you unravel yourself to them.

Harry knew that seeking perfection was pointless because nobody would ever reach that, not him, not his closest friend, and not you.

It was why he accepted how you were a closed-off person when you began seeing each other; you weren’t one to open up and spill out your emotions and deepest thoughts that were anything but the happy aura you had around you at all times.

He accepted you.

It was acceptance that built the 10-month relationship.

You were there for Harry whenever he needed you, during the bad and good; the stress of writing a new record, the stress of how the world saw him, the stress of wanting to reach a perfection he knew didn’t exist.

You held him at night as he was naked in more ways than lack of clothing would be. It was when he was vulnerable and felt small that your heart clenched, feeling helpless even though you were the first person he sought after good news or an uneasy day.

It was you who held him as he cried. It was you who assured him when the industry made him feel like he wasn’t good enough. It was you who cursed at the world when it gave him shit for his self-exploration and self-love that you praised him for.

It was you.

But it was never him.

It wasn’t because Harry didn’t care nor didn’t put effort at helping you feel at ease; it was because you had denied him of that privilege.

You fought your demons on your own to a point where you tried convincing everyone around you that you didn’t have any before shifting the conversation so that their needs and state were put before your own.

Besides crying that one time as the both of you watched Marley & Me, Harry had never seen you cry, although he heard you a few times.

It happened one time, 3 months into your relationship. He was surprising you at your office with lunch, smiling and greeting your colleagues whom he had seen a few times before he reached your office, putting a finger to his lips as to hush your assistant with a smile before he quietly opened the door to your office.

Your chair was turned towards the window, and if Harry was any louder, he could’ve missed the quiet sound of your sobs.

“Lovie?”

And he heard you gasp and saw your arms moving furiously before you turned, avoiding eye contact as you took a gulp of the glass of water on your desk.

“What’s wrong?”

He was gentle, he knew he was. So why did you tell him that you were “just a little tired”?

And then it happened again at a party Jeff was hosting.

He noticed that one minute you were beside him as he talked to his friends, the next you weren’t.

The music wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t quiet enough to make you hear your phone. He had searched for you everywhere before finally trying to check if you were at the restroom.

He knocked, “Y/N?”

His ear was pressed against the door and it was why he heard the sniffle before he heard your voice, “I’ll be out in a minute!” Your voice broke at the end.

“Are you okay, Lovie? Do you want me to come in there?”

“No, H. I’m fine.”

I’m fine.

Two words Harry never believed.

And although he tried to get you to talk that night, assuring you that he would listen to whatever that was on your mind, he reached the same dead-end street – you were “fine.”

The both of you were shopping when it happened.

Holding two bags in one hand, Harry held your hand in his free one as you walked outside the Gucci store he wanted to visit.

You were midway through a laugh at Harry’s reminder of how you looked in one fiery red and brown sweater that you tried and he had taken a picture of when suddenly a shout directed to you sounded from across the street.

“You don’t fucking deserve him, you fucking gold-digger!”

Harry was a royalty when it came to not giving haters the reaction they wanted, but to hear something directed to you so directly and vulgarly, he was seething.

His head instantly snapped towards the source, looking at the girl who insulted you, standing among other fans and paps.

It was you tugging on his hand that had him drift his attention, “Let it go.”

“Let it go?” He questioned, face hard as you somewhat dragged him towards your car, “No, this wasn’t-”

“Harry, please.”

“She just insulted you.”

“Just get in the car, alright?” Your defeated look almost made him soften – keyword: almost.

Harry got inside with a slam of the door and a scowl on his face, running the car before driving.

Once he got out of the street, Harry glanced at you, “Are you not angry?”

“No.”

You couldn’t be real.

“But you know it’s not true, don’t you?” He asked with concern, glancing from you to the road.

With every passing second that you remained quiet in, Harry’s heart seemed to break.

“Don’t you, Y/N?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You said quietly, moving your legs so that they didn’t face him before you looked out of the window.

“Of course you don’t,” he found himself saying, “You never do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You frowned, turning back to look at him.

“It means you don’t talk to me, Y/N. Ever.”

“I do talk to you.”

“I mean opening up, Y/N,” he clarified, “I’m always bitching about my problems, crying to you and ranting about everything, but I just don’t get why you don’t do the same. Not even the slightest. And don’t give me the because there’s nothing wrong bullshit, please, because we both know that’s not true.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Your voice was raised a little.

“I just want you to trust that I won’t judge you, that I’ll listen to you,” he frowned, “That you don’t have to do and feel everything on your own.”

You remained quiet for the rest of the ride and Harry hated it.

Reaching your apartment, he followed you up and into it, cautiously watching your every move and how you seemed to keep distance from between the both of you.

“What do you want for dinner?” You asked him, your tone almost fooling him and driving him into denial of how nothing wrong had happened only some minutes ago.

Softly, Harry sighed as he watched you begin to take out a few ingredients from your cupboards, “Are we not going to talk about what happened? You want us to just sleep on it?”

“What’s there to talk about?”

Your reply angered him, his jaw clenching for a second before he squinted his eyes at you, “Will you ever stop doing that?”

Sighing, you turned to face him, “Doing what?”

“This,” he gestured towards you, “Denying any discomfort or feeling just because you want to convince everyone that everything is fine when something isn’t, Y/N.”

“You know that I’m not one to open up. You knew that before we got together.”

“I do and I accept that, but can’t you see that it’s unfair, too? I had to find about Jim stealing your designs from your assistant, Y/N. I had no idea that you were terrified of cats until Sarah told me, yet you let me place Evie on your fucking lap and didn’t utter a word! I can go on for days, Y/N,” Harry said, the frown not leaving his face before his face softened, “It’s like every time I finally catch up with you, you run away.”

“It has always been like that for me, don’t you understand that?!” You shouted, mentally cursing at yourself at how your eyes grew tearful.

“I do understand and I understand that it’s something we can work on together! As a couple, a team,” he gestured at the distance between the both of you, “I just need you to help me out, Y/N!”

“What the fuck do you want me to do?” You threw your arms in the air.

With a soft expression and a pained look, Harry’s shoulders slumped down. “Stop running from me.”

Sensing your uneasiness, Harry approached you, engulfing you in a hug as he tightly wrapped his arms around you, feeling you clutch to his sweatshirt.

And then he heard it.

You let out a sob, crying into his chest as you shook against him.

He said nothing, but Harry held you.

“I’ll try,” you had managed to let out and although it was muffled, he heard it, “I’ll try, I promise.”

Harry moved his head to press a kiss to the top of your head, pulling away slightly to cup your face and have you look up at him, “At your own pace, Lovie. No rush.”

You only nodded, face looking innocent as Harry left a kiss on your nose.

“No rush.” He promised.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles angst imagine #angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles angst one shot #otp angst prompts #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff imagine

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thebluestbluewords · 3 years

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9 for the OTP questions? Choose any ship you’d like!

Thank you nonnie! Sorry for taking almost a week to get to this, hope you enjoy :)

Number 9-- Pirate AU: Who is the pirate? Who is the member of the royal family who did not sign up for this?

(There are two not-fics below-- rotten four as is my brand, and mal/audrey)

There’s two ways I could go with this:

either THIS is the Maldry rivals-to-friends-to-lovers fic, where Mal is a dashing pirate who is young and rebellious and was kicked off of her ship by her mother, who wants her to attend the young lady's academy on the mainland and educate herself in the ways of “proper” society so that they can infiltrate the rich ships better and get the reputation as the gentlewoman pirates that they deserve. Of course, in this fic Mal meets Audrey along the way, and hates her immediately. Seriously, this girl likes PINK and PRINCESSES but also NOT PRINCESSES because she is NOT INTO GIRLS and it’s INFURIATING.

“Mal,” says Evie, who is Mal’s best friend from the pirate ship who is actually delighted to be attending the princess academy and is learning new ways to hide knives in her fancy dresses every day “Babe.”

“Fuck off,” says Mal, who has known Evie since they were six and had a falling-out so dramatic that they sailed on separate ships next to each other for four years afterwards.

“You’re so gay for her.” says Evie, who is already hooking up with Mal in their free time because it’s easy and comfortable and they both enjoy it well enough. “I know that look, Mal Bertha.”

“There’s no look,” says Mal, sulking.

“Just ask her out with all of your dashing pirate charm.” Evie says. She has not stopped applying her lipgloss throughout this conversation, and it’s not as distracting as it should be for either girl.

So Mal goes out and picks up a new pair of boots with less bloodstains than her old ones, and rents a boat (renting is like stealing, except it’s only for a while. It’s practically borrowing, really, except for how Evie has drilling it into Mal’s mind after a few too many incidents with lost books that BORROWING happens when you’ve ASKED FIRST) and decides to turn on the full pirate charm

Audrey is not impressed, and does not break up with her boyfriend, Chad Charming, over this attempt at wooing. She is a princess, and in NO HECKING WAY did she sign up to be….harassed!! By a pirate no less!! Everyone knows who her mother really is, no matter if she’s here under an “education decree” from the “crown prince” for the “children” of the exiled *former* smuggler’s community by the coast.

….Mal steals a boat, and tries again. Only this time with kidnapping.

Audrey is impressed with the dedication, if nothing else. She may not like a pirate, but she can appreciate a girl who will dedicate at least six hours of her life to plotting and stealing a whole finishing vessel from the coast. And cook her a lobster dinner on it.

Mal is delighted by this turn of events. Evie is thrilled that she finally has time without her best friend where she can FINALLY decorate their room the way she wants. Audrey is reluctant at first, but eventually comes around to the idea of dating a bad girl.

….and also there’s a bit where Mal gets dumped in the water and Audrey, despite Not Signing Up For This Bull Crap, has to jump in and save her. From about two feet of water. Because Audrey was being a reasonable person and taking her shirt off so that she could get the full benefits of the sun. Make that vitamin D.

Mal is so gay that she walked off the side of the boat when it happened.

The OTHER answer is that it’s a rotten ot4 story, and Mal is an evil princess who gets sent away to live on a pirate ship for a year by her mother, who wants her to become more evil and also learn some leadership skills. The other three are the pirates who are supposed to teach her their wicked ways of stealing and drinking and cruelty.

Unfortunately for Maleficent’s plans, the shipping journey doesn’t go exactly according to plan.

Mal does not fall overboard this time, but what DOES happen is that the OTHER wicked princess on board the ship is too perfect for words, and when it’s revealed that actually, Evie is the famous pirate princesa espelho and NOT another wicked boarding school member, Mal has a full blown gay crisis.

“Well YEAH,” says Jay, who is also dating essentially pirate royalty. “She’s like, basically the coolest person you’ll ever meet, aside from me. What, did you think she was one of us regular wicked school brats?”

“I don’t know what I expected,” Mal tells her pillow, which she is burying her face in during said Gay Crisis. “She’s too good to be true.”

“Nah.” Jay says, mouth full of ye olde cheetos or something. “She’s pretty lame sometimes. You should ask her about what her room looked like when she first got her own ship. All dark and gloomy.”

“WHAT” shrieks Mal, who has been working on changing her bunk to the darkest, deepest corner since she first arrived. “She THREW OUT a room that was dark AND gloomy in favor of what?”

“Better lighting for her makeup tutorials, mostly.” Jay says, not paying attention anymore. “I think she might also have a full journalism setup there too. She won’t tell me anymore, not after what happened with the caustic tar.

Mal is horrifically curious about the caustic tar now. “What was it made from,do you know?” she asks, because she’s still working on how to cohabitate with other people peacefully despite growing up running around an evil academy since she was a child.

“Nothing important,” says Jay casually, throwing a ball at the ceiling.. “She had some boards replaced, scrubbed off all the skin on her palms fixing the parts of the door she didn’t want to replace, and then made a very cool liquid version of the tar for spraying on fabric to get natural wear and tear patterns on new garments.

“Sick.” Mal says, and before she can make any other comments:

“There was the matter of the handprints though,” Jay say, still extremely fake-casually. .”they were weird, you know, because Evie had them on her back for weeks, with the tar and all, and they were definitely dainty. Almost like some girl kissed her around the neck while there was still tar on her hands.”

Mal throws a shoe at him, knocking both the ball and the boy out of the way, and shoves past to find Evie.

Because the roles are already a mess for this (I am very small and very tired place just roll with it as I am not editing this before I post) Mal runs into exactly the pirate royalty she doesn’t want to see.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” asks Carlos, who is basically a tiny perfect decoy in this world. His mother had a monopoly on the exotics trade for a good few years when he was a child, and would tie him to the mast and make him cry for mercy as a way of luring other ships hoping to rescue a nobleman’s child closer. It worked disturbingly well, and now at sixteen, Carlos is both a pirate elite and terrified of falling into the water.

Mal pushes past, because she is as always a little bit of an asshole, and goes off to find her OWN pirate princess to date. She doesn’t need any stupid boys who just look at her like she’s dumb when she doesn’t know an anchor form a bowline. She doesn’t need to know. She’s going to be managing her own crew eventually, and they’ll do all of the heavy lifting aspects of it all. Mal is simply going to chill out and wait for the princess to come to her.

Of course, because this is a pirate story, this is when another ship sees the school experience boat, and decides that the best experience for the young baddies to have is explosions. Lots of them.

First hand, even.

The pirates (Evie and Jay and Carlos included) get to stations.

Mal, confused and distressed by this turn of events, is about halfway from transforming her whole shit and dealing with the dragon claw marks later, decides to wait in the hold. She is not getting paid for this experience, and it’s so beyond her ability to control what other ships do, mom.

Mal might have a few mommy issues in addition to the princess issues. A balance there.

“Fuck” Mal says, instead of dictating a letter to her mother like she should when entering a potentially life-threatening situation. “Now I’m never going to be able to talk to her.”

Mal does not die, Evie does not die, neither of them actually manage to steal anything in this story except for each other’s hearts, and then they talk at length about their feelings and how they should become a mean fighting team.

The next pirate raid (intentional), they’re ready. They’ve practiced all of their cool two-person moves together, and they’re ready for this.

Two minutes into the battle, Jay gets taken by the unwitting second team and disappears. Mal, predictably, flips her shit when this happens.

Aaaaand now it is late and I’ve written up enough of a piece of a fic I won’t write for this hour. Hope you enjoyed one or both of these ideas, nonny.

(the second one ends with Evie and Carlos dragging Mal along on an adventure to get Jay back, where Mal learns how not to be useless on a ship anymore and she and Evie bond as people and they keep Carlos and Mal in turns from having a nervous breakdown as they get their boyfriend/BFF back and then they all realize that ACTUALLY they work best as a foursome and do that)

#my fic #descendants fanfiction #disney descendants #mal bertha #maldry #malvie #rotten four #I'm just....writing all over the place tonight #I did not proofread this and I did almost fall asleep writing it hope it doesn;t show

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hitchell-mope · 3 years

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ABC headcanons part 2. Doug Greenman

WARNING!!!! THIS POST CONTAINS NSFT MATERIAL

His relationship with Evie will be included with this seeing as it makes no sense to me to not include it if you know what I mean

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after the act). Doug is very attentive after the act. He’s got a mini fridge stocked with water and snacks. And thanks to some inner house tweaks they’ve got a self cleaning “macrame room” made specifically for their sessions so they don’t need to worry about cleaning up the bed. At least not often.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s). Doug takes great pride in his hands. They’re very skilled and very fast. And he loves Evie’s smile. Especially when he’s the cause of it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically). He’s not a fan. He’s doesn’t like the mess. But fortunately the macrame room takes care of it if there’s any unforeseen messes

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs). The macrame room is their own secret. Though thanks to Jay it’s more of an open secret. But the contents of the room is still under wraps. So it still counts

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?). Very experienced. Between research and the many times he’s had the actual act itself Doug is very adapt in all areas of intimate affection

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying). Doug likes to stand up straight and hold Evie up. As in. Standing up straight and holding her up in the middle of the room. It’s Evie’s favourite position too

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc). Oooh. Doug is very serious in the heat of the moment. Very focused on what he’s doing. Evie finds it to be incredibly attractive.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.). Beneath the suits and the bow ties and the ardent professionalism. Doug is a true wild man. He’s only ever shaved his face. The rest he allows to grow freely. Just like all dwarves

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…). Doug is definitely a romantic. Despite their exploits being enough to make even the most coarse person on earth blush and faint he tries to make the experience as romantic as possible. And he’s always successful.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon). He’s not adverse to it. And he’s had a lot of personal experience. But he prefers the a actual act to the solo act by.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks). They both like it when Doug shows off his impressive strength. Hence their favourite position. He likes calling Evie “princess”, “my queen”, “your majesty and “your highness”. And he likes it when Evie refers to him by a certain paternal honorific.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do). Their “macrame room”. It’s private, soundproofed and fully equipped for all their needs.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going). The aforementioned honorific. Teaching Evie how to build a cars. Certain dance routines. Massages.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs). There’s no way on heaven, earth or hell that he will do it on a magic carpet in flight mode. The royal jet is more than enough. And he doesn’t like being called royal titles. It just doesn’t appeal to him

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc). Doug is a giver. And a very generous and skilled one at that. He’s also big on receiving as well. Evie’s just as talented as he is

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc). He likes to go slow and powerful. He only goes fast towards the end of the session

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc). If they absolutely have to then Doug is fine with a quick one. But he and Evie both prefer longer sessions

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc). Yes. Hence the macrame room. And the cloning machine set to Doug’s DNA. And the invisibility spray Evie made so she could surprise his at the office. And the little green pills they made to enhance their experiences with each other. Etc etc. Each and every new addition to the room, including the room itself, was and experiment and a risk that paid off beautifully

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…). Doug can last up to four hours nonstop. Wether it’s continuous or split up into rounds is up to how he’s feeling. But it’s never less than two rounds a session. For her part Evie is very good at keeping up

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?). Yes. All situated in the macrame room. All used on Evie. Except for the cloning machine. That’s used on Doug for Evie’s benefit.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease). He mostly uses teasing as payback for Evie teasing him. So if she sends him a selfie when he’s in a meeting. He sends her a very loud video with a caption saying something along the lines of “not tonight” when she’s sending out the to bed delivered. Don’t give out what you can’t take.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make). Doug mostly grunts and growls. Evie screams in enjoyment. Doug gets louder as he reaches the end. Evie tends to cuss in German

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice). He’s the one to suggest they start recording their exploits on film. Evie was very enthusiastic about that suggestion

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words). His smart trousers hide some very heavy duty equipment. That he and Evie both know how to handle. He may not be royalty but he is definitely king sized

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?). He hides it better then most bit he’s always ready for it when Evie asks. And that happens to be once a day minimum.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards). He only falls asleep after he’s cleaned up and made sure that Evie’s alright. So around 5-10 minutes. More if they need to tidy up the macrame room

#disney descendants #evie grimhilde #doug son of dopey #devie #doug x evie #evie x doug #dougevie #eviedoug #zendaya!mal #nsft #abc smut #alphabet smut

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mycroftinthemindpalace · 3 years

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Descendants Alphabet - Q is for Queen

It may have been in the Evil Queen’s name, and Maleficent may have fancied herself one, but Mal was the true queen of the Isle. While the adults drank and reminisced about the bad old days when people trembled at their feet, Mal made people tremble at her feet today. Mal didn’t have time for reminiscing; she had the children to rule and children, after all, were the future.

The ball was boring. Jay hadn’t wanted to come at all, but his friends were going, and it was an excuse to have an extra good hair day, so he’d shown up and smiled and within 5 minutes made an excuse to get some fresh air and threw himself down by the lake to wait the party out. “Only 4 hours to go,” he muttered under his breath. “I know, right?” Jay nearly jumped out of his skin. In the dark, he hadn’t seen the other figure sitting a few yards away, one leg dipped lazily in the water. “Hi,” she waved. He waved back. “Not really your cup of tea?” He shook his head. “Mine either.” She offered him a stone and showed him how to skip them along the surface of the water. Four hours later, Jay could do 5 skips before the stone sank, and the girl told him that was pretty good for a beginner. Jay said goodbye, and she said she’d see him at the next ball. It wasn’t until later that Jay learned her name, and once he did, Jay would forever tell the story of how he ditched the Winter Ball to skip stones with the Queen of Atlantica.

On the Isle, Evie was a princess. She’d been told so many times growing up, by her mother, by her classmates, by her enemies, by her friends. But in Auradon, when she announces herself as such, they tell her she’s wrong and they laugh behind her back. So she stops saying so, and she scolds her friends when they do, because she really does just want to fit in, and if that means being ordinary, then so be it. And it works, and for a while, Evie forgets what it was like to be treated like royalty, except when Jay looks at her, because Jay never stopped calling her princess, no matter what she said, and when he takes her hand and helps her out of her carriage, then kisses her knuckles so softly she barely feels it, she doesn’t feel like a princess. She feels like a queen.

Carlos furrowed his brow in concentration. He’d been playing chess with Maurice for several weeks now. The old man had taught him how one day after they’d finished taking apart an old car engine to use in the motorized scooter Carlos was building. Carlos picked up on the game quickly, but had yet to beat Maurice. He slid his rook forward, his eyes darting up in time to see Maurice’s mouth quirk just slightly before he moved his knight and toppled Carlos’s queen.

#I'm alive!#Jay's story kicked my ass #I had three of these done for a week #But absolutely could not think of anything for that boy #It's not my favorite #But at least it's done #disney descendants #descendants headcanons #descendants alphabet #mal bertha #jay son of jafar #carlos de vil #evie grimhilde #javie

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caswensworld · 2 months

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“The outfits in Descendants: The Rise of Red are so bad” “I hate them” what Descendants are y’all talking about?

We gonna start off with Uma. No, I’m sorry, Principal Uma! She looks so good! D2 vibes all around. Sure, there’s not as many sea trinkets as I’d like there to be but I can live with that. I missed her Pirate hat and her fringed skirt! The shredded shirt, I see you, Harry Hook inspired! I love the brown sleeves with glitter, that definitely reminds me of the sea. I just got black fingerless gloves but now after seeing her, I want gold…Great. I haven’t talked about her jacket cause there’s no discussion to be said. No defense to be made. Uma will always have that fashion!

Princess Red of Wonderland here is slaying! The designer understood the assignment! Red’s style is like a combination of Mal and Evie. The gown gives Evie’s royalty and the other gives Mal’s edge. Let’s start with the dress, I have always had a thing for corsets , I don’t know what it is, I just love them. Her arm warmers! Maybe it’s something on the arms, I just find it so sexy (y’all should’ve seen me swoon over Mal’s D3 moto sport fit). Why does her dress give more Queen of Hearts then the actual Queen of Hearts. And don’t act like we didn’t see that crown, Miss Ma’am.

Now the other picture, it may be dark but I saw everything I needed to. I think that’s a double belt she’s wearing and I love wearing more than one belt! The leather pants with the gems on the side, love that! Combat boots are my true love, but y’all. Y’all. The hood. THE HOOD! WITH THE GEMS!! OHHH! I need the character pictures to drop so I know what to gender-bend and thrift.

First off all, Hades always got it on but THIS! Hades is my spirit god! I am Hadie. I can see how he pulled Maleficent. This is my father, I dressed up as this specific Hades for Halloween. I love it when my gender wears makeup, I personally like painting my nails and wearing eyeliner so to see it on Hades, I’m very happy. I am a sucker for jewelry and that choker around the neck! I recently bought my own choker because of him! His leather jacket is everything! The studs! I haves stud fetish! I need the jacket but it’s just too expensive. Now the main thing we need to talk about is THAT SHIRT! OR SHIRTS! I fully believe these are two shirts safety pinned together! I think that the blue might be long sleeve while the gray is short! I got the safety pins so I find the right shirts, I will my customizing!

The Mistress of Evil, Maleficent always has that fashion chic. The complaints I do understand are from her horns and hair. We’re gonna start with her hair. People were expecting it to be people because Mal’s was purple. Y’all, you cannot expect me to believe Mal’s hair was an inherited trait, I did not believe for a second that Maleficent had purple hair. (Imma have to do a whole other post on that). Now the horns, I do believe that her horns are there and her hair is just long enough to be wrapped around her horns. (And if not, then we go all Dragon). Now let’s talk about the pros. THE PURPLE EYESHADOW!! I LOVE THAT! The leather corset, again, something about a corset! Why do I have the feeling that’s dragon leather? If that’s a thing, is that a thing? Now let’s talk about that single arm sleeve. Even as a teenager, Maleficent still looks regal! How many chains does Maleficent have? I love that. Ulyana is a mean girl, Maleficent is a BAD girl!

It’s not that she doesn’t look good, it’s just that it’s all red. I know that’s her main color, but she does also wears black with a little bit of gold. That’s pretty much my only complaint, she looks beautiful, I love how the dress looks like roses! The sleeves, I love translucent or mesh or whatever it’s called. The crown is crowning! Don’t get me started on that corset turned collar!! But I do understand why they made her all Red so she can contrast with Queen Cinderella!

I’m am rating this because the other one we saw is not a dress, that is a cape or cloak or something, I don’t know what it’s called. This dress is very beautiful, I have always preferred her blue over her silver but I do like how the designer added silver swirls. The jewelry is everything! The earrings, the necklace, THE SILVER CROWN! IT’S BEAUTIFUL! Brandy is royalty herself! I’m not sure if you guys can see it, but she does have these shiny translucent gloves and I like them. I don’t care what you people say, even if it’s a little random, her blue braid is absolutely beautiful! I absolutely love it!! The first black Cinderella then the first Cinderella with blue hair, Brandy is the literal definition of iconic. She is the history of Cinderella.

Emilio Sosa, the designer, is amazing and he deserves his roses and trophies

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Have you seen the Royal Wedding trailer yet? Any headcanons about Auradonian or Isle Wedding culture and how that would affect Mal and Ben’s Big Day? -♠️

I just saw it! So cute!

- Weddings aren't so much of a thing on the Isle? I mean, they know what they ARE, but most people on the Isle don’t bother. Celebrations can show off power but admitting you love someone is a vulnerability and vulnerability is weakness. Most people just move in together and call the other their spouse and that’s good enough. It kinda has to be. There isn’t really a government to approve things like marriages or real benefits like tax benefits for it so it’s not as pressing a concern. Some who want it might get Frollo or a sea captain something to say a few words in private or whatever. That’s what Gaston did with his wives.

- Auradon royal weddings are HUGE. So so so many invitations. It’ll probably be on tv as well and things get planned down to the detail.

- I feel like average marriage age in Auradon skews young? Not QUITE as young as some of their parents were but young. “True love” and all. Average marriage age is in the early to mid 20s. Ben and Mal might have waited a year or two but Mal feels more secure doing it right away. She likes having the validation of a ceremony and the certificate that says they’ve promised to be together forever. It helps convince her this isn’t a dream. And why wait for something she’s sure she wants?

- I feel like some people who’ve gotten married and have some kind of authority like Hades as a god and Maleficent as the self proclaimed queen of the Isle just...declared themselves married. Who’s going to argue?

- Mal is learning so much about wedding customs in Auradon. Some of the others were talking about family getting married and she was like ‘why’ so they had to explain? And of course there’s Evie and her romance loving face.

- I feel like divorce, where marriages exist, is more common on the Isle than in Auradon. Like I said, the true love thing is strong in Auradon. I feel like it might make some people uncomfortable. Doug’s uncle Grumpy’s been divorced 5 or so times and some of his other uncles are divorced and nobody likes to talk about that. It’s not so much a ‘bad person’ thing as a ‘sad’ thing. Nobody likes to be reminded that weddings don’t work out.

- I feel like on the Isle, those most likely to get married are ex-royalty and, surprisingly, pirates. Captains can perform marriages on their own ships, after all, and sometimes widows/widowers get their partner’s share of the loot when they die in a pirate thing. It’s a form of security. And if nothing else, it’s an excuse to drink. Oh! And the Hun compound. The Huns kinda do their own thing together as a sub neighbourhood of the Isle so they still have their weddings as close to traditionally as they can.

- Spring (traditional for weddings in many parts of Auradon) is rough in Auradon for ace and/or aro folks. Nobody likes having certain feelings treated as mandatory when it’s not one they feel.

- Different areas have different traditions - after all, Agrabah’s wedding traditions are based around Islam rather than the very Catholic Auradon city situated in what was once known as France. And then in China things are different still. Olympus is still around, etc. A lot of older traditions have survived. A lot of weddings depend on what court you’re trying to curry favour with. It IS traditional for the monarch of Auradon to do a tour around the place after the wedding once they return from their honeymoon though, where the hosting nobles or royals will show them a BUNCH of their traditions. It’s really cool and really enlightening for someone like Mal!

- I feel like now that love isn’t a forbidden emotion, this next generation of the Isle (the VKs) are gonna be fucking WILD with their weddings. Either that or find them REALLY REALLY uncomfortable.

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ao3feed-hevie · 9 months

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The Legacies

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by minniedott

prologue to the series The Legacies

Words: 16349, Chapters: 4/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Descendants: The Legacies

Fandoms: Descendants (Disney Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Relationships: Evie/Mal (Disney), Jane/Li Lonnie, Gil/Carlos de Vil, Evie/Harry Hook, Harry Hook/Uma, Ben/Original Character(s)

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Descendants #hevie #eviarry #harry x evie #evie x harry

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hannahmcne · 4 years

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Wrecked - C1

Mal drew thick, dark lines into the wall mural of Jay. She focused particularly on the contour of his shoulders and long, streaky hair. Rain pattered down on the roof and rolled off into the streets below. The door onto the scaffolding was shut, and the window blockaded with cardboard and duct tape. Outside, it had been raining for two days. It was late October, so the precipitation was a mixture of dirty water and grey slush. God bless the barrier for preventing air circulation and giving everyone on the Isle garbage-infused rain.

They weren’t freezing, mostly thanks to Evie who made their clothes and kept them warm, and Jay for hauling cardboard and tin sheets on top of their roof to help seal it up. Mal had been layering for the last three days. Tank top on long-sleeve shirt on short-sleeved shirt on Evie’s special Isle jacket. Carlos, Jay, and Evie were also layering. Right now, her team was huddled in a small spread of ratty blankets amid the few mattresses they’d managed to pilfer. Carlos was fiddling with one of his gadgets, Evie was embroidering something, and Jay had leaned back, pulled his beanie over his eyes, and gone to sleep.

As Mal added a vibrant blue color over the emblem on Jay’s jacket, she heard a panicked gasp from behind. She spun with the spray can outstretched and stared at Carlos, who was looking around in surprise. Both Evie and Jay looked equally surprised.

“Did you guys hear that?” Carlos asked in shock.

“Hear what?” Jay asked. He looked around the apartment suspiciously. Mal studied the look on Carlos’s face. He looked amazed as he searched for the source of the sound he’d heard. A sense of dread spread throughout her stomach.

“It was a girl.” Carlos said, sounding amazed. “She asked, ‘what’s your name?’”

Mal had to swallow a gulp as she lowered the spray can and pressed her arms to her sides to stop them from shaking. “No one said anything, Carlos,” she said softly. “You probably imagined it.”

“Or it could have been your soulmate.” Evie shrugged, setting down your project. “Did you get kind of a warm or a cold feeling along your spine?”

“Yeah.” Carlos nodded. “Yeah, I did. What’s a soulmate?”

“Just your other half.” Jay waved the question away, sitting back like everything had been resolved as Mal’s grip grew increasingly tight on the can. “It’s not as big as it’s cracked up to be.”

“I think they’re wonderful.” Evie’s eyes turned dreamy. “I haven’t had my first contact yet, but I’m sure they’ll be royalty from Auradon!”

Jay snorted. “Yeah, whatever,” he scoffed. “It’s not automatic True Love, Evie. A soulmate is more like… your best shot at a best friend.”

Carlos leaned forward, listening to every word. “What do they do? Who are they?” he asked.

“It’s someone who you connect with better than any other person in existence.” Jay said. “Almost everyone has one. If you get really in-tune with yours, you can actually start sharing thoughts and senses, but that’s extremely rare. Most people just get to talk with theirs mentally every once in a while. You usually hear them for the first time when you’re twelve to fourteen, but evidently with some people it happens a bit later.” He leaned over and pinched Evie’s arm, who yelped.

“You have one then?” Carlos asked. “A soulmate?”

“Yeah.” Jay nodded. “I heard mine almost two years ago, back when I was thirteen. She’s a girl. We talked swords for a few seconds.” And, like clockwork, they looked up at Mal, who had to fight to keep the telltale colors of sickness off her face. “Do you know yours, Mal?” Jay asked.

Mal stared with wide eyes and a cold began to creep down her spine. For a moment, she thought it was dread, but then she felt her soulmate’s tentative emotions creep through her and realized it was actually their connection opening. Horrible timing. She panicked. “I don’t have a soulmate,” she said quickly. “I’ve never felt a connection like what you’re describing.” There. Clever words.

Against her will, a deep and resounding sense of betrayal filled her. She turned back to the wall and arced the spray paint over her mural.

“Why would you say that?” her soulmate asked. “That’s hurtful.” Mal bit her lip as she tried to shove his feelings away like they were her own, but unfortunately, he was much more accepting of his emotions than she was. She didn’t know how to explain that her own connection was unlike anything she’d ever heard about and it freaked her out. She didn’t know how to tell him that she had never felt the things he felt on a daily basis and they scared her every time their connection randomly opened. She did know, however, to tell him to quit doing that in as commanding a tone as she could. It rarely worked.

“It’s a weakness. An abnormality. They could tell someone.” Mal said in a brash, stubborn tone. Not just someone, of course. If this information ever found its way back to her mother, who knew what would happen? Maleficent, the Mistress of Evil, had never had a soulmate and felt nothing but disdain for those who did. The words “weakness” and “abnormality” had fallen straight out of the Dark Queen’s mouth. She was powerful, she had told Mal, because she didn’t have some pathetic fool attached to her like nearly everyone else. And, she had pointed out, more people lacked soulmates on the Isle than anywhere else. To have a soulmate… it was a characteristic associated with Auradon and heroes and everything good in the world. The thought that her own daughter could have such a trait - it was too shameful to consider.

“So what?” he asked, just as stubbornly. Mal felt anger, hot and fierce, spike through her. She couldn’t tell if it was hers or his. The more they talked, the more the emotions blurred. She heard his voice in her ears like he was standing next to her. His emotions ran under her skin in an icy stream that seemed to warm her up as it rushed by. It was strange.

“So, I don’t want to get beaten up because my soulmate and our whole connection is super freaky,” she snapped. It wasn’t just an insult. Most people had their first connection when they were twelve or thirteen, like Jay had said, but she’d had hers at the age of five. As she’d gotten older, they’d had more and more full-length conversations, which was practically unheard of. And despite that, he was secretive. She didn’t know his name, his age, his parents, anything about him. Mal wondered if he was the son of a minor villain and was embarrassed by that. She could let slip who her mother was and lord it over him, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of finding out things about her when she knew nothing about him.

“Who would beat up someone because of their soulmate? And besides, our connection’s just different because -” He stopped talking abruptly.

“Because...?” she asked with a furrowed brow. Realization began to dawn in her head. He knew. His guilt creeped through her spine; cold and condemning. “You know?” she sputtered. “You know what’s wrong with us?”

“Nothing’s wrong with us,” he corrected. Indignation began to build in her heart.

“Oh really? So everybody blabs to their soulmate as much as you do?” She looked back up at the mural on the wall and realized her eyes had started to glow as she aggravated herself more and more. She quickly calmed herself down before her friends could notice.

She directed her attention to him. He had noticed something that was making him uneasy.

“It’s because you have magic,” he said quietly. “Really strong magic. Am I right?”

She blinked. That hadn’t been at all what she was expecting. “Is that a problem?” He must have felt the power surging behind her eyes - an all too common occurrence, as anger was a very common emotion on the Isle. Mal wondered how he knew that he’d been feeling the effects of magic. Fascinating.

“No, not at all. It’s just… I think that’s why our connection is so strong,” he explained. Her irritation grew into frustration. The Isle of the Lost’s barrier suppressed all magic within its borders. Yet somehow, even though she couldn’t use it, she got all the awful side effects. Side effects like him.

“Whatever,” she thought to him, officially done playing host to this mysterious voice for today. “Whatever, whatever, whatever.” Then she screwed her eyes closed, focused, and threw him out of her mind. The chill faded in her spine. She felt a sense of accomplishment at being able to shut the door between them, even though she knew it would now be a few more weeks before she’d have the opportunity to wrench any more answers from him. That, and the next time they talked, their connection would be stronger. It always was when they learned new things about each other or about the connection. She wondered what would be different this time. Maybe she’d actually be able to shut his emotions out of her system like she could with hers?

“Jay,” Carlos said, pulling her attention back to her friend’s conversation. “How can I talk to my soulmate again?”

Mal groaned internally. If this was their conversation for the next hour, she was going to scream.

#descendants #disney #disney descendants #mal #ben x mal #queen mal #ben #king ben #evie #jay #carlos de vil #soulmate #fanfic

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griimhilde-a · 4 years

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 :

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟏. : THE OUTSIDE.

NAME : evangeline sofia grimhilde. EYE COLOUR : hazel, melted honey, coffee fused with viridescences. wildfires when the sun glazes over, hints of forest trees surrounding the warmth. an uneven balance of hot and cold, shallows and depths. HAIR STYLE / COLOUR : born with raven black hair, dyed a midnight blue from the young age of five, mostly due to her infatuation with the color blue after discovering how blue the skies could be from a nearly destroyed book hidden in their castle. pages littered with wilting paintings, oceans blue and true, waterfalls cascading into the depths of the earth. muted sapphires with dull sparkles and she liked pretty things, she wanted to be pretty. considering her mother viewed her as her protégé, wanting her to be the fairest, even if it meant keeping up a vigorous hair routine to maintain the sapphire blues in her silky locks.

on the isle, tresses were kept curled with perfection from a heated rod, dangerous but as mother always said, beauty is pain. often styled in a v-braid, a semblance of royalty. length was kept past shoulders, but grown just a bit past mid-back once in auradon. hair styles varied throughout the years in auradon, curls looser and often side parted with a braid for accentuation. most recent styles has her tighter curls making an appearance, predominantly raven colored with blue undertones, and styled with a simple, loose half-up twist. HEIGHT : five feet, four inches. CLOTHING STYLE : on the isle, leather was the dominant material used, and evie made all of her outfits on her own from discarded fabrics she could find. she valued being original and only liked wearing clothing custom fitted to her physique. often wearing skirts and dresses with patterned leggings and heeled booties, occasionally knee highs. very rarely seen without heels, she’s been scrutinized for not having grown any taller than she already has, believing that she’d look prettier with longer legs, and often gives off that illusion with her shoes. color schemes include various shades of blue with reds, whites, and blacks for accents. after leaving the isle, she adjusts to auradon city fashion, wearing silk and satin and cotton and whatever material she can get her hands on, she keeps leather as an accessory, mostly only having them with her fingerless gloves or hand wraps. her overall style matches that of high fashion, often straying from the ‘norm’ while still being classified as a trendsetter and fashionista. color scheme remains the same in auradon, not as covered up in layers. BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : hair and eyes.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟐. : THE INSIDE

FEARS : disappointing her mother and everyone, failing, being and ending up alone, being unloved, being hated and disliked, being a social pariah, being unwanted, aging, wrinkles, any physical imperfection she can gain with age, scars, being seen as ugly, ending up like her mother, hurting people with her magic, feeling trapped, losing control, before d2 : the isle, coming face-to-face with her murderers.

BIGGEST PET PEEVE : unblended eyeshadow, being underestimated, people who think being mean is a personality, those without a spine, those who won’t take no for an answer, loud chewers, passive aggressiveness. yes, i added more than one. evie’s not the type to have this overarching pet peeve, it’s just little baby things.

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : simply put, she wants to love herself completely and fully. but that will take forever to happen so she’s focusing on her business as a designer and continuing to create new trends and collections. for ballet, she strives to improve her skills as a dancer and master the roles she’s given, and just overall have a status as one of the best ballet dancers. she wants the isle to be fully liberated, continuing with the vk program she created with ben and making the island into a habitable place, not a prison. her main goal is making sure incoming vks are welcomed and safe and comfortable, doing what she can to help the adjustment. she also wants to know auradon law inside and out to be the best lawyer she could be for vks and those unfairly treated by the law.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟑. : THOUGHTS

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : she doesn’t want to be awake. getting up in the morning is fairly difficult with her if she has to follow an alarm, as she prefers to let the sun rays lull her out of her sleep and take her time. but usually she’s kind of thoughtless, mostly feeling how tired she is, how exhausted she is depending if the night had been riddled with nightmares. since she follows a continuous schedule, she doesn’t really have to think about what she has to do but follows the patterns of getting in the shower and completing her beauty routine, then acknowledging plans for the day. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : a hair out of place, uneven make-up, is she smiling too widely, is she talking too quickly, too softly ? though intensely internally self-absorbed, evie cares immensely for others, so her thoughts are often fused with her self-presentation and how to best treat others around her with utmost kindness. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : how she shouldn’t have laughed so hard at something that wasn’t so funny, how she should’ve checked her hair because it’d been imperfect for far too long and wondering how many people had to see her when she didn’t look and feel her best, how to better present herself the next day, how to make sure she’s not overlooked and unheard, how to better treat others and not make the same mistakes again. super analytical and detailed, she takes every micro-expression and tone to heart. WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : for the longest time, she thought her physical features were her best quality and her ability to adapt and metamorphosize herself into the perfect princess for others. but ultimately, she’s grown to realize her adaptability and perseverance, stubbornness and patience, among others, are her best qualities.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟒. : WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : single, she prefers to dedicate time to the person she wants to be with. she also likes the attention and focus to solely be on her. though, once reaching a comfortable stage in any relationship, she would like group dates, they’re fun with the right pairs. TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : loved. it seems ridiculous to crave love more than respect, but being deprived of it, of what it feels like, she wants nothing more than to be loved. sometimes it gets to her and she believes it defines her self-worth, but she truly, and genuinely, desires to be loved more than to be respected. is it a bit toxic, to be so infatuated with being loved ? maybe. BEAUTY OR BRAINS : brains. before auradon, she probably would have preferred beauty, but only through the projection of herself, considering she knew others would pick her for her beauty, not her brains. although she cares very much for her appearance, and while it may be the first thing she notices in a person, it’s ultimately their mind that pulls her in. and brains doesn’t equate to intelligence or anything, it’s just beyond the concept of physical attractiveness. DOGS OR CATS : cats.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟓. : DO THEY…

LIE : to herself ? all the time. to others ? not so much. she tries to be as honest as she can be, wanting to pull away from her habits of lying and manipulation from the isle, but she’s only gotten better at coating the truth if it’s something that could be potentially hurtful. BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : to an extent, yes. but not as much as she should. she puts herself down more than anything. BELIEVE IN LOVE : of course. deeply. wholly. madly. fully. wholeheartedly. WANT SOMEONE : yes, but it’s not a need. evie wants someone, but she’s learned to be alone. she’s been alone growing up, it’s not a difficult adjustment. she wants to want, and to be wanted.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟔. : HAVE THEY…

BEEN ON STAGE : yes ! dancing on stage, mostly ballet, and through her drama class. DONE DRUGS : no. CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : yes. changing herself was a big part of growing up and adjusting to auradon. evie might adjust to fit the audience, still, but she will always stay true to herself at her core.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟕. : FAVOURITES

FAVOURITE COLOURS : blue, red, and black, specifically their gemstone shades. FAVOURITE ANIMAL : all of them. she finds all animals adorable. FAVOURITE BOOK : anything with romance and mythology, the odyssey remains a top favorite. FAVOURITE GAME : doesn’t play games, but quite enjoys trivia or dumb party games.

𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟎𝟖. : FINISH THE SENTENCE

I LOVE : you. I FEEL : empty. I HIDE : myself. I MISS : me. I WISH : to be okay.

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#♡ . ﹠ the blood of the stars flowed in her veins ‚ study.#oof this took a long time but .... worth it #it's super nice digging deeper and really taking the time to think about evie .... well more than i do already #do it !!! i wanna learn more about ur charas !!#long post

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we-ride-with-the-tide · 4 years

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I believe that Mal is only the hero in the first Descendants movie when she finds how to be true to herself.

The second and third movie however, she loses her way. She knows firsthand how terrible it is on the isle and the first thing she should want to do is let all the kids be able to come to Auradon. Instead she was going to dances and meeting with other royalty in Auradon.

Uma, I believe, is the spark that brought Mal back to her senses in what she needed to be doing. Evie also realized that they needed to bring the other children over, but was passive about it.

#descendants #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #uma #mal #evie

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nghtmreeyes · 4 years

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I'm definitely not new, but I'm newish.

My name is Shyann, but I go by Shy or Lexie. I've been into whump for a while now, but just recently gotten into the community. I'm 21 years old and I love cats. I also love gaming and anime!

Let's see my favorite whump dynamics are: injuries, pet whump, hidden injuries, sick whumpees having to be taken care of, intimate whumpers, drugged whumpees, sensory deprivation, isolation, I could probably go on for a while.

I do tend to write some and i have tons of OCs! I saw someone else post their OC's so I'm going to do mine. Most of my OCs are fantasy medieval but can be placed in any time.

• Zoe is a half elf/half demon. She is an assassin with darkness manipulation who lost her whole family do to a deal gone by between her home kingdom Zariya and another kingdom. Sweet personality that's changes in an instant once she gets the trust of her enemies before she kills them. She can be happy, bubbly, will kill for anyone that hurts her friend once she let's people see the real her. Mostly puts off a serious persona. She has a partner named Deatrick and they have a daughter named Elyssa.

• Evie is a high elf. She is princess to the fallen Zariya. She lost her family in the same bad deal. She is typically soft and sweet, but can sometimes snobby. She traveled a lot growing up and spent most of her time in bars beating men at any card game she could. She has the powers to read minds and take the potential energy stored in an object and convert it to kinetic energy thus “charging” that item with explosive results. (basically like Gambit). She finally found a lone wonderer named Shiroku and reclaimed her kingdom. Her partner is Shiroku and their son is Shinji.

• Elyssa is a half elf/half demon like her mother. She takes after her mother and uses darkness manipulation. She is happy go lucky girl, tho she is definitely a thief (so she can definitely be sneaky) and HUGE flirt like her father. She was born and raised in Zariya after it was reclaimed. Secretly loves Shinji.

• Kai is a full demon and Zoe's biological father. Summoned to protect Zariya by the Evie's past relatives, Kai was ordered to always been locked away to keep him contained and keep the kingdom "powered". Kai almost always has the best intentions while protecting the kingdom, but he comes off the wrong way most of the time. He has a deep compassion for what he considers "his children", despite his compassion to his children, he is very ruthless when he needs to be. Kai for the most part resents Evie and Zoe's parents for locking him away, but he doesn't blame the girls. He will do anything to protect them. Was locked away due to Zoe's stepfather finding out that Kai got Zoe's mother pregnant, which resulted in Zoe.

• Hapi is a human. She is very soft and super compassionate. She loves taking care of others, she has always put others before herself. Hapi comes from a very unloving family. Her mother and father would constantly argue no matter what the topic was, they just weren't truly meant to be, but stayed together for her sake. She would constantly hide in herself from the world to avoid the conflict, until she met her best friend who was going through a much tougher life then herself. She decided from there on that she would dedicate her life to helping others then focus on her home life.

• Remi is a human. From a young age, she was raised by just her father (her mother left when she was young.) who was the mafia boss. She used to be very friendly, but when she got into her teen years, her father passed down the role of being the mafia boss to her. She soon let the power she had go to her head and turned into completely different person. She is super sadistic and very possessive of what belongs to her. She is very controlling as well. She doesn't deal well with people trying to take or succeeding and taking her pet. She very rarely shows her softer side, but when she does people tend to worry about what comes next.

• Zori is a human. She has learned to be a very polite and very patient person when dealing with royalty or people of any sort. She was born to an artist for a royal family. She was born and raised around art. Art is her passion. She travels between kingdoms and paints portraits for the families. She gets paid decently well for what she does, but when the customer acts rudely to her she leaves them a nice note and exits the kindgom before it could be traced back to her. When she was dealing with one of her ruder customers, she lost an eye due to an incident that was out of their control. What she draws can come to life if she allows it, but she normally doesn't.

• Addison/Adi is a human. She doesn't have a voice, she lost it due to dealing heavily in the wrong type of magic. She will occasionally hum when she feels the need to talk, get someone's attention, or is just super happy. She likes to pull pranks on others and loves writing. She can see to a certain point in the future.

• Lia is a human. She has a twin sister named Katherine that she has never met due to issues between her mother and father. Head up in the clouds. Soft and pure bean. Lived with just her mother traveling from place to place learning how to be a perfect healer just like her mother was. Loves with her whole heart. She tries her best to make everyone happy. When she heals she can also see into some recent memories.

• Katherine is a human. She is the exact opposite of her twin sister. She is cold and selfish. She doesn't deal well with others due to trust issues. She never knew her mother or sister, but wants revenge on them for giving her up due to her taking after her father.

• Rosie is a human. She is very timid around men. She was kidnapped and tested on by a group of men which lead her to getting her powers, but at some point the testing went wrong and lead to a large lab fire. They were in the middle of testing on her when the fire broke out and they left her to die. She barely escaped death when she managed to get out of the test tube.

• Eira is a half elf. She is Zoe's half sister. She is super spunky and can be very sneaky when she wants to be, she is very well disciplined and loyal to her cause. She has no true memory of her past or family, but she has pieces of it based on the information she's found out from someone in the underground. She is also married to Faye and has an adopted daughter with her named Hana.

• Faye is a high elf. She is Evie's younger sister. She was locked away in a cell since she was young. She is super skittish at first and not very approachable, but when she finally is able to know and trust everyone she is super soft spoken and can be very spunky at times. She often flinches at the slightest movement or raised voice. She never lets anyone know how she is truly feeling, due to past trauma. She is married to Eira and has an adopted daughter with her named Hana.

• Shinji is half elf/half human. He is very calm and reserved like his father, Shiroku. He is also very sweet and loves helping people like is mother, Evie. He is only three months younger than Elyssa. Elyssa and him are the best of friends and always cause some sort of mischievous together. He is never the instigator, always Elyssa. Secretly loves Elyssa.

• Hana is a human. She was four years old when she was adopted by Faye and Eira. She loves her mother's very much and loves being around Elyssa, Shinji, Rowan, and Kiara. She is most definitely the leader of the pack.

• Rowan and Kiara are half human/half demon. They are the twins of Remi and Kai. They are a true mixture of both of their parents personalities and cause so much chaos for the other children.

• Haru/Miki is human. She started out as a famous singer and loved her fans. They treated her better than her own friends and family. She did everything for her fans from helping them out during hard times to just hanging out with them. Until a time when she came across the wrong type of fan, Remi, who captured her and did things to her that broke her out of her bubbly caring self. The world missed her, but she was no longer, she was now known as Miki.

#whumper gathering #whumpblr #my ocs #whump #whump community #whump intros #long post #i finally posted my ocs!#deatrick and shiroku belong to my husband

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descendantofthesparrow · 5 years

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Harry Hook x Reader - turned.

Izabelfireheart on wattpad

Can you do one when it takes place in D2 plz? (The reader is King Ben's sister, and Ben has to give up the wand and the crown to save her, but while being kisnapped she falls in love with Harry. When Ben comes he realizes that she became more like Uma, and could care less for Auradon Prep. Can includes Lemon IF you write those, and sorry if this is tmi

You couldn’t care less for the people or places around you, it had been boring and straight since you were born, nothing wild, no rule-breaking, no frowns, no nothing.

The arrival of the core four had made Auradon prep interesting, but that faded as they became more like the sheep around you, abandoning their fellow vks for a soft pillow.

Ben, your brother, had also abandoned his ‘bring over vks once every two months’ plan, preferring to tend to his “perfect” girlfriend Mal.

Perfect HA! Mal was less than perfect, she obviously was super uncomfortable with the entire ‘lady of the court thing’ and wanted out, she hated the paparazzi, the clothes, the manners, the hair, which was now bleached blonde with lavender tips.

And you were the only one she told personally about her troubles and wants to return to the isle, you didn’t discourage her, only saying “do you really want to return to the isle, or do you want to be free of this royalty bullshit?”

She hadn't responded, and when she left for the isle only two days away from cotilion, you weren't surprised.

What did surprise you was when ben burst into your room, begging for you to come with him to the isle to help get mal back.

You had an odd feeling, so you agreed, grabbing your casual clothes, which evie blinked at, you shrugged her off, you had a natural isle style apparently.

It took about an hour to get to the isle, and you had basically wandered off as soon as you had arrived at the hideout, noticing that your “friends” were distracted, you walked off, soon being run into by a set of kids, trying to get into your messenger bag, but you easily pushed them away, wincing at you felt the boniness of the children.

One fell to the ground and the other stood in front of his fallen friend, glaring at you, daring to try anything else.

You sighed, reaching into your bag and pulling out one of your tiaras, and kneeling down, holding it out to the child. Both of their eyes widened, seeing your true smile and the definitely real blue diamonds on the golden tiara.

“go on” you whispered, holding the tiara closer to the child “take it, I don’t need it”

The dirt-covered child stood up from the ground, walking around his friend and slowly taking the tiara, gasping as he saw a poster with your face on it, recognizing you.

“you- your prin-“ you held a finger up to your lips, shushing the awestruck child.

“don’t tell anyone im here, now, go get yourself some food okay?”

The two children nodded, grinning slightly and rushed off, hiding the tiara in their larger jackets.

“that wa’ kind of yeh lass” a thick Scottish voice spoke up from your right, you calmly stood and looked at him, raising your brow at the…

Holy fuck REALLY PRETTY DUDE WTF!

You felt your face heat up, wow, wow,wowowowow!

“okay first off, its kinda my thing, second off, holy FUCK you're pretty!”

The boy with the scarlet red jacket snickered and ruffled his floofy black hair, his cheeks red. “uh, thanks? Anyway, me captain would like teh see ya princess”

You smirked, feeling the heat from your face cool down and you jutted your hip out and placed your hand on it.

“oh? And who would your captain be Mr?” you saw the glint of a silver hook “Hook?” the obvious son of captain hook sniggered, bowing slightly

“my name would be harry hook princess, and meh captain would be uma d-“ you interrupted him, now getting excited.

“daughter of Ursula, mal told me about her”

Harry's eyes went dark, crossing his arms and becoming tense “oh? And wha’ did she tell yeh?”

You rolled your eyes and waved your hand “a bunch of bullshit that I didn’t care for, I never take second-hand info about a person I've never met”

Harry relaxed, nodding “alright, now, my captain?” you nodded, walking up to the boy and standing in front of him, staring into his surprisingly bright ocean blue eyes, where those emerald green flakes in his eyes?

He offered his arm with a grin, and you took it with a giggle and a smile.

You didn’t hear your brother or evie call for you, and you didn’t hear one of Harry's crew members inform them for mal to meet uma at the chip shop for a negotiation.

Harry led you to the ship, smirking as you gave a wow at the vessel, for some reason, he just wanted to look at you for hours, and listen to you talk and ramble.

He shook those feelings and wants away, showing you around the main deck and smiling at you as you explored.

“never seen a pirate ship before princess?”

You turned and smiled, making Harry's heart skip a beat, what the hell is happening to him?!

“You can call me (y/n), I never liked that title anyway, and no, I've never seen a pirate ship, they are all sunken to the ocean floor”

As you looked around the ship, you stopped at harrys sword, the red fabric wrapped around the hilt making your raise your brow.

“you sword fight?” you asked, making Harry's brows go up,

“yeah, im a pirate, kinda a requirement?”

You hummed, shrugging off your jacker and letting it drop from the floor, seeing Harry's Adam's apple bob, his pupils dilated.

“wanna spar? I need something to fight”

Harry grinned, walking to a barrel and grasping a sword, and tossing it to you. you caught it with ease, flipping it as you did.

“lets play (y/n)”

The two of you clashed for a little bit, easily matching the other as you fought, he swiped for your torso, you dodged, and he sent his palm at your torso, sending you to the floor.

He knelt down over you, sword above your neck. “ready to surrender princess~?”

You smirked, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his neck and torso, flipping yours and Harry's positions, you on top, his face pressed against your thigh, face red and eyes wide.

“nah~”

A slow loud clapping sounded from behind you, you stood up, turning to see a girl with teal braided hair, a pirates hat on her head.

Uma.

“impressive princess~ Harrys hard to beat”

You smiled standing, retrieving your jacket in the prosses, making uma blink in surprise as you greeted her as if she hadn't just ordered a kidnapping on you “You must be uma, a pleasure to meet ya”

Uma looked at you up and down, she thought Harry had full-on kidnapped you, but it seemed you had come willingly.

“now, harry says that you wanted something with me? uma steeled herself, standing tall and strutting up to her, putting on her best killer gaze, but you didn’t flinch meeting her gaze evenly.

“yes, you…for the wand and crown”

You blinked a few times, surprised at her bluntness before you busted out laughing, making uma drop her face and harry look at you in confusion.

“oh-my-god-!!! You-you want the wand?! Ben would have been a much better hostage!”

You continued to laugh before gaining your breath, grinning sadly as you looked to the ground “im the second born, no one really gives a fuck about me, the crowned king is alive and well, the princess isn't needed”

Uma stared at you in surprise, she wasn’t expecting that mini-rant from an Auradon rat.

“I don’t give a crap about Auradon though, so its an even trade”

You laughed coldly “I hope for your sake, ben cares enough to bring the wand, seeing the isle today” you paused sneering slightly “made me pissed off, you are all CHILDREN, you did nothing wrong! You shouldn’t have to pay the price for your parent's wrongdoings, and ben has ignored that for six months”

Uma stared at you, before deciding something, she walked up to you holding her hand out, you blinked at it in surprise, looking at uma confused.

“It seems we have a common goal, you want freedom and justice for the wrongly accused vks, and I want the same, what do ya say princess (y/n)? are you on my side”

You smirked, grabbing onto umas outstretched hand holding it up in the air, tightly gripping it.

“I’ll rally with you” ---

Harry felt his heart beat faster as uma told him to keep (y/n) in his room for the night, as no one dared to go in there unless with order or permission, (y/n) would be protected there.

“so, uh, meh room?”

Harry gestured to his midsized room, slightly embarrassed at the clothes strewn about the room, he quickly started to pick them up, tossing them in a hamper.

Wait, why did he care? He had multiple other people in his room before, and he didn’t give a single fuck about what they thought about his room.

So why?

Sighing he turned to look at (y/n) again, locking his ocean blue eyes with her bright and curious (e/c) ones.

His breath hitched and his heart skipped another beat.

Oh shit.

Was he- no not that fast- but he definitely-

“Harry?” oh god her voice, just her voice was making his heart go crazy. What was wrong with him?! “yea~-“ oh god did his voice just crack?! He cleared his throat as (y/n) smiled and giggled lightly “yeah lass?”

“I really need to do something physical, wanna do it?”

Harry choked, stumbling into his dresser, wide-eyed at the supposed ‘princess’ his face started to heat up.

“i-you-wha-bu-“

You interrupted Harry's babbling, your own face heating up. “I wanna say something, in the short amount of time we've known each other, I've felt a connection I've never felt before, so if ‘this’” you gestured between you harry and the bed, making harry swallow harshly and nod. “happens, I want to make something clear if you maybe want to pursue something after that, I wouldn’t say no.”

Harry stared at you as you started to fidget. he stayed silent, figuring out what you had just said.

You wanted to have sex with him

You said you wouldn’t mind seeing where your…releationship would go after it

You felt a connection with him….just as he felt a connection to you.

Harry breathed deeply, closing his eyes for a few moments, before opening them, staring into your bright eyes.

He stalked forward, pressing his lips to yours, pressing against his door, you moaned, feeling around for the lock, clicking it you moved your hands to wrap around his neck and thread your fingers in his thick hair.

Harry unbuckled his belt, tossing it across the room, before shrugging off his jacket and pressing his hardening core to yours.

He broke away from you, spit keeping the two of you connected, breath heavy and hearts beating fast.

“let's take this to the bed shall we?”

You nodded, breathing heavily.

Harry picked you up by your thighs, walking over to his bed and setting you down, laying his body on top of yours, griding slightly.

Harry let out a grunt, pleasure shooting up his spine, as you let out high pitched sighs.

“w-wait!” harry stopped, pulling away, a good 8 inches between you.

“did yeh change yer mind?”

“n-no I just wanted-im a virgin”

Harry blinked, before smiling softly, leaning down to give your cheek a soft kiss.

“ill be gentle”

---the end(not writing the full smut, my dads home)---

There will be a part 2, taking place in d3

#Descendents #descendants #disney descendants #harryhook #harry hook #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook imagine #slight lemon at the end #but not a full one #request #love at first sight

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