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sparrowmoth · 3 years
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🌻 hey :D hope you’re having a great day!
@hoodpane Hello, Cay! Thank you! It's a rather hot day, but nothing to complain about. I hope you're having a great day, yourself! 💖💖
CW (minor spoilers): Parental abuse, physical abuse of minors, use of restraints, torture (food and water deprivation), blood mention
I will tell you a story out of Jay and Mal's past, before the gang was formed, when it was just the two of them. This incident would have happened one quiet, ordinary night after Jay had made his rounds and dumped his haul at the Junk Shop. He was in the habit of going around to Bargain Castle after dark, sneaking up into Mal's room to see if she'd feed him something if he annoyed her long enough...
So it is, this particular night, he scales the stones and swings up in through an open window, only to find that the silence isn't because Mal's alone, like usual.
No, instead, there's her mother, in a quiet, terrifying rage, slowly and deliberately raising her staff to strike Mal, who hasn't noticed Jay—too busy wincing for the blow—
That never comes, because Jay's first instinct is to protect Mal, and he acts purely on that instinct—not stopping to think about who he's protecting her from (the one person she's told him is too dangerous).
Jay takes the blow and several more for interfering.
And Maleficent, well... she catches the genuine horror in Mal's eyes before there's any hope of masking it. That tells her everything she needs to know. There's a worse punishment for her daughter than being physically stricken. And there's a lesson in it she must learn.
Love is a stupid, dangerous, irresponsible, disgusting thing.
That's how Jay winds up in Maleficent's dungeon, beaten bloody and secured by iron chains. Not because the iron will hurt him, but...
Because Maleficent has the foresight to expect that Mal will try to sneak down past her guards and free Jay before Maleficent has deemed the punishment for them both has gone long enough.
And sure enough, Mal does sneak into her mother's dungeon.
She's in such a panic internally (trying but failing to suppress how that shows on her face), she never even thinks to bring gloves or use her shirt or anything to keep the iron from touching her skin, she just immediately starts trying to pick the stubborn old locks to free Jay.
He wakes to the sound of her sobbing, because she can't hold it in anymore. Her hands are red and raw and she doesn't know how to even begin to process what she's feeling. All the sorrow and anger and hatred toward her mother, because how fucking dare she...
Mal isn't able to free Jay, but she takes a stand in her own way, despite Jay desperately trying to convince her otherwise—
She stays with him, waiting to be found in the dungeon. Not eating, not drinking. Nothing that he's denied as long as he's denied it. She sits there and waits with a dark glare for her mother to confront her.
And Maleficent does, of course.
She laughs and laughs before her anger returns.
To think Mal could be so stupid as to tie her heart to someone.
But she tells her fine—go ahead and suffer, see what it's like, how it feels to love someone. Doesn't it hurt? Don't you want it to stop...?
Mal doesn't budge. She sits with Jay for a week before her mother grows annoyed with her. Maleficent, you see, has never liked to do her own dirty work, and without Mal on the streets to paint her mark and remind the swine who's in control, things are getting too unruly.
No, but she doesn't say that, of course.
She tells Mal simply that she admires her spite.
And then, with a look of warning at the upstart son of Jafar, she gestures for the guards to release his bonds and let him go. Simple as that. She walks away to the sound of the iron chains falling away.
Mal doesn't know how she finds the strength, but she pulls Jay out—out from the dungeons, out from the castle, all the way to their pitiful hide-out, as far from home and her mother as she ever dares to go...
It's there she grabs his chin and tells him fiercely what she'll do if he ever raises a hand against her mother again. (There are tears in her eyes when she says it, so Jay just nods... a silent, regretful promise.)
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telli1206 · 3 years
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🌝 💖:)
Thanks @hoodpane, this was a fun ask game 😊
🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?
I actually JUST added him to the newest chapter of The Wedding Date, but Ben! He only has a small part so far, but I’d love to get more into his personality and character. He’s just such a GREAT contrast to the darkness and evil the Core Four experienced on the Isle, and as much as they want to hate all the beauty and goodness in Auradon, there’s just not much you can find to hate about Ben. He’s open, welcoming and non-judgemental. I feel like he’s a fundamental part of the Core Four understanding that they’re not truly evil, because Ben absolutely refuses to believe that they can only be just like their parents. 
Also, I do kind of like Benlos. The D1 limo scene where he’s mesmerized by Carlos’ chocolate lips and the “good boy” scene are a little hard to dismiss without at least acknowledging the potential sexual tension there 😉
💖 What do you like most about your own writing?
I did answer this one for @hersilentlanguage here, but I guess I’ll have to take one more non-critical look at my writing for you 😂
I enjoy being visual with my writing, so I would say that I can be pretty good at it. I spend so much time in my mind coming up with detailed scenarios, locations, and events, that I think it’s only fair to share with my readers everything I’ve envisioned, sometimes just describing the scenery, but going so far as detailing out the outfits the characters wear down to the food they eat. I think it adds to the realism of my stories. And if I’m going to spend all this time creating fake worlds, I want to make sure my readers don’t miss out on any part of them.
Fanfic ask game
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finitevoid · 3 years
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For the game: Mal refuses to sing- for anyone but Carlos. :D
you understand me. also i couldnt help but throw the other two in there lol. also this is entirely unedited and i apologize in advance for that lmfao
“C’mon, killer, you used to do it all the time!” Jay whined, hair splayed across the bedclothes where he was sprawled on top of them.
“That is a fucking lie and you know it,” She snapped back, tone putrid. Carlos rolled his eyes at the venom.
“Maybe we should drop this?” Evie smiled, though her eyes danced in a way that’s more of a threat than anything else. She was sitting at her desk, carefully hand-stitching a piece of fabric that Carlos couldn’t get a good look at, but assumed it was for Audrey, given the pink color.
Jay opened his mouth to retort and Carlos used his vantage point- sitting on the pillows above Jay- to kick him hard enough with his socked foot that Jay squawked and fell bodily onto the floor with a thump.
“Rude!” He snapped from the floor, but made no effort to move. Carlos rolled his eyes again, and stood, carefully making the bed as he went. He turned his head and tossed Mal a bored expression.
“Wanna go-”
“Yes.”
He snorted. “I didn’t even say where yet.”
She crossed her arms defensively. “I don’t care.”
‘Where’ turned out to be the Tourney fields. They were empty for the off-season, and despite being flat, empty fields, they managed to be much more private than anywhere else in the school. Sure, people could see what you were doing, but they couldn’t hear you, which, in Carlos’ opinion, means a lot more.
He was laid on his back, watching the way the sunlight filtered through her dark hair. She had a stick and was drawing crude drawings in the dirt, which would probably get them in trouble, but he didn’t really care. “You should sing.”
She didn’t turn her head. “Next I’m gonna hear you demand I draw you like one of my French girls.”
He could feel how crooked his grin was. “Do you want to?”
She slapped his chest without turning her head. “Aw, c’mon, Mal, please?” He whined, a half-mockery of Jay from earlier, and she groaned. She threw her stick across the field and turned her body to face him.
“Fine.” She snapped. Carlos clapped his hands happily and sat up, grinning. She gave him one last glare that didn’t have any heat before closing her eyes, taking a deep breath, and singing him a quiet lullaby.
It was all soft, high-sopranos, something Mal was embarrassed she was good at. It was lilting and beautiful, about the moon and the stars being paper hung in the sky to bring them light. Not for the first time, Carlos wondered where she had learned it.
He leaned forward and took her hands, but she didn’t react beyond crinkling her eyebrows in concentration. It was a beautiful song, something between them that nobody else saw much of. Her voice was shy, but powerful, as if she was whispering something so important.
When she was done, her eyes fluttered back open, and she groaned and shoved his hands away. He fell onto the dirt giggling, looking up at the sky. “I don’t know why you like it so much.”
“You have a beautiful voice.” He replied. “I would be so sad if no one heard it. It’d be a waste.”
“You’re a waste.” She said, petulant.
He was laughing when he retorted, “Bite me.”
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griffinsandpeacocks · 3 years
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Claustrophobia
This is my response to the @hoodpane Drabble challenge. It’s dialogue is “I’ve got you. Everything will be okay, just hold my hand.” It’s ship is my OC Phoenix, who you can look up on my blog as I have a snip introducing him with a tailored aesthetic for him from the talented @hereliesdeedee.
~ As a warning: This will have some mentions of past emotional and mental abusive behavior and violent reactions towards the perpetrator from the victim. Also contains cuddles fluff and comfort.  
Phoenix felt’s trapped and like he couldn’t breathe. No matter where he went Arie was there. Phoenix couldn’t seem to escape his presence and it was wearing on him. The only place he could go if he wished to hide was his room. Even then it was only ever a brief respite as he still had to eventually leave for class, training, or to eat and spend time with Ben. All the walls felt as if they were getting closer and closer. Water suddenly closing in and drowning him as he couldn’t push back and swim up held tight in the dark deep. 
Sleep was rare these days, his dreams were always a nightmare of old poisonous words and demands that he be a good boy and keep his head down with his mouth shut unless spoken to. Every night he sees how all the others he knew look away and sneer when they see him or joke on how he’d just do as they please. He doesn’t eat. He didn’t eat much to begin with given he was immortal but even they would eat, but now his appetite was gone. He couldn’t put up the front to seem less abnormal to the other students. 
He was scared to be around his friends worried Arie may seek them out just to hurt him by using them. Either by distancing him from them or by turning them against him or even hurting them in some way. He couldn’t deal with the stress without just spending his free time exhausting his powers. So though the flora on and around the campus was looking more astounding than ever before he was struggling to contain his urge to scream and lash out like a cornered animal. 
“Phoenix, can we talk?” Ben asks as Phoenix is tending to some of the royal garden. Phoenix had frozen, and looked away from some white roses he was coaxing to grow up a lattice. He nods smiling though can feel how brittle it must look. He stays silent unable to say anything seeing how worried Ben looks. His behavior had shifted so totally it must be strange, or at least worrying for Ben. He was too kind and soft. He was most likely worried he’d done something wrong. He had to convince Ben he was fine; that nothing was wrong.
They walked back towards the dorms and Phoenix pales as they enter the courtyard and go towards a table of the whole group. Mal’s crew and Uma’s were there, he had forgotten to pay attention to them for too long hadn’t he, he has completely destroyed any chance of not involving these other kids in his own issues he felt the walls tighten and locked up. He can’t move forward, but running away would have Mal chasing him down. He meets Ben’s eyes when those warm hazel pools seek out his. Ben offers his hand and smiles. Phoenix hesitates his throat silent no words escaping he tries to speak but the vice around his neck is strangling him. 
“Phoenix!” Mal calls waving him over and the others are calling now and waving smiling or grinning depending on who they are and Phoenix bows his head and feels himself start to shake. He can’t face them and admit he is terrified of someone he could wipe away like dust. It wouldn’t make sense; it doesn’t make sense. He sees the gravel path blur as tears start to cloud his vision and fall.
“Phoenix, love, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Ben sounds scared and Phoenix looks up with wide eyes realizing he’s starting to break down and the instinct to run and hide hits him like he’s run into a mountain but he’s frozen by the look on Ben’s face. It’s pleading and worried. 
“I... No.” He answers unable to elaborate he shakes his head trying to breathe. Ben isn’t sure what’s happening but Carlos and Harry can both see the panic attack Phoenix is spiraling towards like a train without breaks. Harry is up and walking without a thought.
“Lad, ye want this to happin’ elsewhere?” He asks stopping next to Ben and Phoenix takes a deep breath and thinks on it he nods trying to keep his breathing calm. Harry looks at Ben.
“Mayhap we should move this t’ yer room lad. Tis, the biggest aft’r all.” Harry says waving with his hook as he pivots to share the change in plan. Ben wraps an arm around Phoenix who curls his arms around his chest and keeps his eyes down as they walk away towards the dorms. 
Phoenix tries listens to Ben as the other starts to talk but he can’t manage to actually hear what the other is saying he’s too focused on maintaining the barest hint that he was okay. They enter Ben’s room and Phoenix finally looks up becuase Ben gently lifts his face enough they can look at each other. 
“Phoenix, please, talk to me.” He says gently and that’s when it cracks finally letting the water start to leak out of the walls.
“I feel like I’m drowning.” He says it’s the only thing he can say that’ll make sense. Not that Ben knows he’d nearly drowned once and without Triton he’d have been the closest to death a God could be unless killed by the right means. It had been terrifying and he’d had no control and had only ever felt this way twice and now he was facing the only single person to place him in such a predicament. Ben looks at him and his expression bleeds concern and worry. He hugs Phoenix lightly worried he might crowd the immortal. Phoenix just lets his head drop to his boyfriend’s shoulder. 
He doesn’t know what to do to cope anymore. He’s scared to even speak now, he feels like he’s only a second away from crying and collapsing. He moves his arms pulling Ben close as he hides in the other’s neck a soft sob cuing the dam shattering. Ben tightened the hug as he heard it. eyes widening as Phoenix shakes and he can feel the tears against his neck and he moves a hand up to rub at the back of Phoenix’s neck while he rubs his back and waits it out whispering to Phoenix that it was going to be okay. They were going to help. They were here for him.
“Okay everyone’s here... Oh no, Phoenix, what’s wrong?” Evie is instantly by him her hand Joining Ben’s in petting his back. Phoenix lifts his head and forces his breathing under control old habits kicking into play hard.
“I... I’m fine.” He lies and looks away trying to force something close to normal. Uma isn’t going to have it.
“Sit down, and tell us who needs to die.” Phoenix can’t help but start laughing and he pulls away from Ben. He covers his face as he sits down and tries to sort out the chaos he’s feeling. Harry leans on the wall next to where Phoenix was sitting on a couch and Ben perched next him as everyone finds spots to be in the room. Phoenix is back to shaking and struggles to try and stop. Ben holds out his hand again. Phoenix stares a moment then slowly straightens up and laced their fingers holding Ben’s hand tight as he looks at everyone and has to look down. Some look impatient but he can see genuine worry there all the same.
“I’ve got you. Everything will be okay, just hold my hand.” Ben says and Phoenix can believe he means it. He takes a deep breath before letting it out slow as he starts to explain as he keeps his eyes down. He and Arie dated in the past. Arie was extremely abusive both mentality and emotionally and Phoenix knows the bastard would be petty enough to try and get back at him for dumping him. The group listens as he explains and he feels less like he’s packed into a water tank.
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cayyyyyyyy do you have any good carlos centered fic recs? i'm down for anything, i just love he
Sorry this took a bit to answer, i wanted to spend some time on it!
special shout out to these writers for killing it with the Carlos content:
@hersilentlanguage @thebluestbluewords @telli1206 @hoodpane
Here's some of my bookmarked/fave Carlos-centric writings, not in any particular order:
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I love you guys!!
Did everyone just collectively decide to come for my heart lately? All of your comments are making me melt. I’m all smiley and I want to hug you all right now. You got @moorsgrimhilde fueling my smut side, you got @hersilentlanguage and @daggery leaving me beautiful comments as if in sync. Then you’ve got @telli1206 and @vndooms messaging me with sweet things and @hoodpane giving me all the headcanon ideas. @inertiazz blessed us all with such good writing, that ask you answered with Mal singing to Carlos? PERFECTION. And I may be late but @mycroftinthemindpalace giving me the most glorious headcanons, I am blessed thank you.
I’ve been having such a bad time, my anxiety has been so high lately and you guys are all just so wonderful. This fandom is so uplifting and I love my little corner of it, you’re always so supportive and everyone is so creative. I’m loving how you’re all reacting to my content, it means so much and please, please know I love your content as well. 
You’re all amazing and I know I’ve been a bit absent lately but I feel like I’m getting back into the swing of things, and I wanted to take this time to let everyone know how much I appreciate you all. I could go into an essay on all of you but I don’t want to force you all to read that much, so I’ll just leave it short and sweet. Thank you for always making me feel your warmth and your kindness, it means so much more than I can expect. 
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humaudrey · 3 years
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Family of Choice (Ben x Evie) ~ Descendants Prompt Challenge
A/N: So this is a scene that I always imagined writing had I ever actually posted the fic this is from. But basically this would be from the third/fourth/final fic from the Descendants Rewrite series I had planned and this challenge (by @hoodpane) sparked some sort of motivation to actually write so I'm running with it. Don't wanna spoil too much so here we go!
Quote: I'm going to kill your mother.
Words: 1009
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Not a spell, potion, or curse in the world could get Evie's right foot still as she stood in a corner of her fiance's bedroom, taking deep breaths while her both of her hands were enveloped together and pressed against her forehead with her eyes scrunched close and her heart beating out of her chest. Evie didn't want to cry, no, not today. She joked earlier with Melody, Mal, and Audrey that her makeup took almost half an hour to perfect for the cameras and pictures for her engagement party and she looked too good to cry about how she much she loved Ben. Or how happy he made her. Or what they overcome or accomplished together (both personally as a couple and politically as a king and his councilor of Isle Affairs). Or how excited she was to spend the rest of her life with him as his wife. His queen. Auradon's queen.
Auradon's queen.
Those two words rang in Evie's head for a month now since he serenaded then proposed during what seemed like a regular lunch date after stopping by their Alma Matter to visit the next generation of VKs. And while those two words made marrying Ben a bit more nerve-racking than usual, Evie had never been happier.
That is, until Grimhilde attacked. Something that Evie never saw coming but wasn't the slightest bit surprised about once she magically teleported away. The dagger manifesting out of thin air before being thrown without so much as a single word being muttered could have killed either one of the engaged couple in blue had Grimhilde had better aim or more time. Her eyes were dark as night, her pursed lips red as her most poisonous apples, the nostrils flared like flames; Evie had never seen Grimhilde in such a state before.
"Is that Lady Evie?"
"Lady Evie, a word, if you may–"
"Lady Evie, we're with Wonderland Weekly, and we'd like–"
Evie's stomach dropped as she turned and spot the door across the room was cracked open with a familiar young man batting off the reporters that managed to have the audacity to invade their king's palace. Typical. It didn't take long for the four other guards at the door to keep the press back to allow Ben inside his own room.
"Ruthless," Ben let out in a pant, shutting the door behind him.
Evie chuckled, a small, slight smile curling onto her ruby lips as she approached Ben with a hug.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a whisper.
"I've been better," Evie replied. "What are they saying?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary. 'Grimhilde strikes', 'Auradon Under Attack Again'–"
Evie waited until the commotion outside calmed down. "Are they blaming me?"
Ben looked down into Evie's worried yet beautifully soft brown eyes that glistened and were another unfortunate situation away from full blown tears. "No, of course–"
"What was I thinking? The Villain's Rehabilitation Program had been a bust from the start and I thought my mother, of all people, could change. And I know what they're all really thinking, they blamed Mal for Maleficent's attack at your coronation and Uma for Ursula's attack at the Seaside Festival, I should've known it was only a matter of time before–"
"Hey, hey, hey!" Ben interrupted, wiping the single tear that escaped with his thumb before cupping Evie's face and turning her attention back to him. "You couldn't have known. She played us into inviting her in the first place. While we're on the topic, have you heard anything from the girls? Or Jay? Or even–"
"Freddie's still trying to get in touch with Uma, but Mal, Jane, Ginny, Finn, Jay, or Jordan haven't found her yet."
"What about your mirror?"
Evie finally let go of Ben, taking a step back and shaking her head. "No, I can't. I'm scared. She clearly knows her way around them, she could use it to her advantage."
"I didn't think my future mother-in-law was going to be this much of a problem," Ben half-joked.
"Well, we've clearly underestimated her magic capabilites. Had I known she was able to travel through compact mirrors, I would've warned Audrey."
Ben shared a light chuckle with Evie as he grabbed both of her hands clad in her original fingerless red gloves. "All jokes aside, no one threatens my kingdom, or its future queen and gets away with it. I'll put a stop to this."
"She won't stop, you know?" Evie let out with sob. "If I don't give her what she wants, she'll go after the both of us."
Ben nodded, holding Evie's face. "Then I have no choice. I'm going to kill your mother."
Evie's eyes widened at the lower octave, serious tone Ben had only ever used against his father back in high school during the S.M.U.C uprising. Seeing Ben like this was rare, and just a bit chilling to the bone. The determined look in his eyes, in fact, almost reminded Evie of...
"Your Majesty?"
"Yes?" Ben asked the guard at the door, his usual kind and caring tone returning to his voice instantly.
"Captain Uma and the Lost Revenge have arrived at the shore of Seaside. They'll be arriving within the next two hours."
"Good," Evie chimed in, "we'll need all the help we can get."
"Also," the guard continued, "King Florian and Queen Snow White have arrived and would like to have a word with you both at the earliest convenience."
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glambitions-a · 4 years
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hello! i’ve just reached fifty followers and i wanted to do something for it! i know it’s not a big number, but i really appreciate everyone that follows me! this is more of a mini celebration, but i still wanted to put this out!
for fifty followers, i will be doing a descendants fic rec and a writing ‘event’ of sorts.
the fic rec is pretty self explanatory, but most (if not all) of the fan-fictions i link will be of my personal favorite characters because i read works of them the most.  (so don’t be too surprised if there aren’t any mal fics)  
as for the writing event, i will have an actual post describing this coming soon and it will be descendants as well. (it’s my main fandom at this point sorry)  details to come, but it has to do with the aftermath of the barrier being opened in descendants three.  it won’t have a deadline, as i’m not sure many people will see it, and i want to be sure that anyone who wants to write something for it can.  i’m not sure that ‘event’ is the right word for it, but it is a plot that writers from the fandom can write fics on, and i didn’t know what else to call it.
i have been working on the fic rec since i hit forty, so i already have a handful of fics complied together.  i won’t be posting the event until i finish my story for it, so that may take a little while longer.  i will reblog this when each of those are done with links.  
edit: writing event! | fic rec!
mutuals tagged under the cut!
@saturn-satin 
@hoodpane 
@divinedlegacies 
@go-sullivan 
@andthatsonceliastophat
please like & reblog ♡
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sparrowmoth · 2 years
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A/N: @hoodpane Happy birthday, Cay! <3 I started writing this little Jal drabble as a rarepair treat for your birthday, but unfortunately, I did not actually get to the ending yet so, uhhh, consider this part one with a bit (okay, a lot) of a cliffhanger as to the resolution jdkajgksdg.
*** Imagine that the Evil Queen, having once vied with Maleficent for the seat of power on the Isle, has seen in Maleficent's defeat her chance to reclaim that former glory of empire. She subdues Maleficent's pig-headed guards and with the brute strength of her new army, subjects the other inhabitants of the Isle to a punishing medieval style of rule.
It is to this newfound structure of power which Mal returns, alone and unsuspecting, wanting so much for the comforts of her old life that she never even stops to consider things might have changed.
If she had, she would have never arrived so boldly in daylight.
Her mother's guards are upon her almost at once, but where before they showed restraint in handling her, they have none of it now. Her bones are creaking from the force with which they grip her arms, and she can't feel the ground beneath her. She kicks at knees and thighs, then at hands that attempt to restrain her further. She hisses threats of what her mother will do, but her threats are met with... laughter?
Mal is thrust into her mother's throne room, pushed to her knees.
The robes that pool at the base of the dais are deep blue, not black. The hand that appears in her vision is pale, yes, but the nails aren't right. They're painted, long and polished—not a sign of wild, inborn power like a raptor's talons. No, something else, like a shard of glass: fragile once and even still, but dangerous for having been broken.
Before Mal can raise her head, her chin is sharply grabbed and her gaze is thrust up to meet that of the Evil Queen. Not her mother.
It hits her, then: this isn't her mother's throne room.
But it used to be.
*** Jay's not careful. He doesn't have the time. The King or whoever can have him arrested later—assuming he makes it back—but right now, he's assured no one will follow him, since he's made it to the bridge.
They'll know where he's going, since they were all supposed to go together after Mal—him and Carlos and Evie and Ben. He'd agreed without even crossing his fingers. But he'd never meant to let them come. He'd offered to bring the limo around, just to take off with it.
Carlos and Evie would be safe now, with no other way onto the Isle except Fairy Godmother's wand—and she wasn't about to help them.
*** Once through the barrier, Jay destroys the remote after a moment's hesitation. He can't risk it being stolen. Mal can open the barrier for them to leave, once he finds her. He won't be leaving otherwise.
Not without her.
Strangely, though it is barely evening, the streets coming up from the bridge are quiet and empty. Jay moves quickly to the rooftops, where it feels much less like he might be ambushed any moment. He makes out a cluster of light and noise in the distance, from where the towers of Bargain Castle rise well above the points of other buildings around.
He doesn't stop to think, just runs breathless until he's nearer.
There's a crowd in the square and many up on the rooftops, so on the fringes of the bustle, Jay drops back into the streets, tears a piece of dusty canvas from the roof of a market stall and pulls it over his head.
He roughly shoulders through the crowd without apology, keeping a tight grip on his makeshift cloak to keep his face in his shadows.
That is, until he steps up to the edge of the messy gathering, where the senseless roar of the crowd in his ears reforms, sharply, suddenly, into intelligible words between bouts of laughter. His fingers slacken and he drops his cloak, standing frozen as fistfuls of rotten fruit and dung are thrown with cries of, "Long live Evil! Long live the Queen!"
Mal is almost unrecognizable as she stands in the pillory, her bleach blonde hair and pale face streaked red and brown and orange. She's small as she ever was with her mother's castle looming behind her.
Except it's not her mother who stands smiling on the balcony.
➼ To be continued.
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sparrowmoth · 3 years
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5 for Jal and/or 11 with Jaylos? :)
@hoodpane Ah, with pleasure! Thank you, Cay! 💖
5. How would they react if the other told them “I love you” or “I trust you”?
Despite how long they've been friends, Jay and Mal have never used words like "love" or "trust" to describe what's between them. People in Auradon explain the concepts like they're something foreign, and you might think they would be, but privately, both of them are a little conflicted to realize that, despite the culture of the Isle, they actually might have a frame of reference for these concepts, these... feelings.
But that's not something they're going to admit to each other.
So, life goes on, they both expand their social network, both start to feel like the shine of Auradon is rubbing off on them and, ugh, it's a strange thing, but it might not be bad. They still tease each other about it, though, and that's exactly how it happens—
"Aww, you know I love you, right?" Jay asks through his laughter.
Mal, who'd been blushing furiously at having been caught putting a napkin on her lap like some stupid priss, now just stares across the table at Jay with a blank expression. "You what?" she deadpans, not even meaning to say that, but... unable to keep it from coming out.
There's an awkward silence where Jay looks torn as what to do.
"I..." He rubs uncomfortably at the back of his neck. "I love you?"
Mal chokes out a laugh, in spite of herself. "Is that a question?"
Now embarrassed, Jay huffs and kicks her under the table. "Don't make it weird, M," he mutters. "It's just a thing people say here..."
"And... we are people who live here," Mal ventures with a shrug, trying very hard to focus on what her fork and knife are doing instead of her emotions, because Jay's right. She's making this weird. Don't do that.
"Yeah," says Jay, stabbing at a carrot and holding it up, making a face as he twirls it around on his fork with mild suspicion. "Anyway..." He pops the carrot in his mouth and looks at her briefly. "Food's good."
11. How do their arguments usually play out? Do they make up quickly?
Jay and Carlos argue a lot, though it's usually not serious. They can both be insensitive of each other's feelings and needs, even after all the years they've spent together. It's not that they mean to be, it just happens sometimes when the wrong thing slips out because Carlos was focused more on his tinkering than what Jay was saying, or Jay took his teasing or roughhousing a little too far and triggered Carlos.
When it's Jay's fault, as with the latter situation, he immediately tries to make it right, but sometimes can't help but get frustrated at the way Carlos will push him away. He doesn't know what to say or do to fix things when Carlos just wants to be left alone for who knows how long. He can't take the silence, so he'll usually end up leaving for the girls' room to vent (or the gym, if the girls aren't around or available).
If by the time he comes back, Carlos is asleep, Jay won't bother him.
But it's not unusual that, at some point in the night, Carlos will come and crawl into bed with Jay. Not necessarily to snuggle, just to let him know they're fine. He doesn't need Jay to say "sorry" anymore than Jay needs him to say "I forgive you." That's all Auradon stuff.
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This Funny Dangerous Game • [AO3]
Teen | Jal | protective!Jay, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Angst
A/N: This oneshot was inspired by @hoodpane's Descendants Prompt Challenge. I picked the dialogue prompt "I'm going to kill your mother" and the title prompt The Most Dangerous Game (both tweaked a little to work with the story).
CW/Disclaimer: The plot of this fic hinges on semi-mythical animal abuse, mishandling, and intent to kill. More details in AO3 notes.
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“Heeere, scaly, scaly…” Jay whispered in a sing-song, sliding off the lid of the tank on Mal’s desk. “I know you’re in here,” he added, his tone a little sharper, eyes more narrow as he searched the enclosure for a sign of—ah, there she was. The mother-lizard herself in all her…
“Wouldn’t call it glory,” Jay mused aloud, mostly to himself, “but it’s better than you deserve.” He reached into the tank, grabbed the rock the lizard was sleeping under, and quickly pulled it away before she could try and bite him. “Gotcha,” he taunted as she whirled around.
The lizard—who seemed a strange, too-small thing to be called her proper name, Maleficent—peered up at Jay with her tiny hateful eyes.
He smirked at her from where he loomed above the tank, elbows resting on the glass rim. “Good morning, your scaliness—hungry?” He opened his palm to show a brightly coloured caterpillar dangling from one of his fingers. “I have something special for you today…”
It’d been three minutes and Jay was losing his patience.
He couldn’t very well be caught in here or the plan would be ruined.
“I said eat it,” he demanded, dangling the caterpillar enticingly over the lizard's stupid little mouth. She hissed and spun, tail striking like a whip at the helpless squishy grub. The caterpillar went flying and hit the other side of the tank, rolling onto its side and struggling to get upright—as the lizard stalked away. Damn all evil and good…
Jay snatched up the caterpillar with an even more determined frown.
He was risking Carlos’ wrath for every aspect of this plan.
But this had to be done. For Mal. For all of them.
With that thought at the forefront of his mind, Jay used his free hand to grab a stick and push aside the plants where the lizard had tried to conceal herself. She snapped and lunged when the caterpillar was shoved back in her face again, but never actually went to bite at it—
Almost like she knew.
Or she was just that spiteful.
When Jay returned to the tank, it was with a glove on his left hand.
He seized the lizard from under her heat lamp and let her squirm as he smirked at her, sure this would work. “Tell you what,” he started silkily, twisting his wrist so he could look into those black-hole eyes, “you either eat this—” He brought the caterpillar closer, dangling it in front of her nose. “—or I flush you down the toilet like the shit—”
The sound of a key turning in the door made him freeze.
“SHIT,” he said again, much louder, but less from that and more…
He’d slackened his grip without realizing and Maleficent was about to squirm free. Scratch that, she was free—and launching herself at Jay’s ungloved hand to all but swallow his thumb— With teeth.
Jay yelped in surprise, shaking his arm to try and dislodge the bitch without considering what might happen—like that the little lizard might be sent flying onto Evie’s bed just as Mal opened the door—
—to see Jay launching himself after her mother with a battle cry of, “No, you fucking don’t!—ARGH, THAT’S MY NIPPLE—you little…”
Mal kicked the door shut, dropped her school bag, and crossed her arms as she regarded the scene. “Jay… what the fuck are you doing?”
He sat up slowly on the bed, holding Maleficent by the tail with his gloved hand. “Uh…” (There was a growl that would have been less disturbing to hear from his stomach.) “She was trying to escape…”
Mal cocked an eyebrow. “…And you just happened to be in here?”
Before Jay could answer, the lizard had latched onto his wrist.
“So…” said Mal through a sigh, breaking the silence in the bathroom where Jay was perched on the toilet seat, hands up to be bandaged. “You and my mom, huh?” (She smirked at Jay’s expression.) “Wild.”
He gently kicked at her shin—more of a sulky nudge than anything.
“Seriously, though.” Mal patted dry the wound she’d been cleaning, then reached for a bandage she’d set out on the counter. “You wanna tell me what that was all about, or should I just go ask the lizard…?”
Jay hunched his shoulders, frowning a little. “It was just… nothing.”
“Just nothing,” Mal repeated with an eye-roll. “Yeah, now I get it.”
She smoothed out the bandage over Jay’s wrist, patted the spot, and then grabbed a tissue to run under the sink. There was still blood on his thumb from a deep bite, streaks of red down his arm, and…
Her eyes trailed down to the spatter apparent on the lighter patches of his jeans. “You should get those off soon—before they stain,” she added, speaking the last part quickly, looking anywhere but him—
“Oh—” Jay glanced at the spot and nodded. “Yeah… thanks, M.”
“Whatever, just don’t like seeing you like that,” Mal muttered.
“With pants?” Jay asked, not even joking.
Mal looked at him sharply, and their eyes locked for a moment—
“No, dumbass,” she snapped, but a laugh jumped out with it, and Jay started to laugh, too, making Mal laugh harder, tears in her eyes.
A short while later, when they’d both composed themselves enough that Mal could finish dressing Jay’s wounds, she was standing at the sink, washing her hands, expression neutral—
Jay took a breath and then just said it: “I was trying to kill her.”
The water stopped.
“I know,” said Mal, tipping her head back to look at the ceiling. She wore a strange little smile as she asked, “Do you remember… when we were ten? You asked if you could sleep over ‘cause your dad was pissed or whatever, but—” She laughed and shook her head, turning around to lean against the counter, arms crossed against her chest, only looking at Jay from the corner of her eye. “I knew—I knew that was bullshit and I said yes, anyway.” She smirked. “Guess I wanted to see if you’d try something on me, like fucking Sleeping Beauty…”
Jay was quiet, eyes downcast, almost bashful in his demeanour.
“Imagine my surprise,” Mal continued, dark amusement in her tone, “when it turned out your only plan was to try and stab my mother.”
There was a pause, and then—
“Guess I haven’t changed much, huh?” Jay chuckled drily.
Mal snorted, turning to face him with her arms still crossed. “Well, I wouldn’t say that—you’ve definitely gotten softer.” She grinned, full of teeth, at the look Jay gave her. “Hey, don’t worry, I still like you…”
“Proof there’s a god,” Jay uttered under his breath.
(That earned him a kick to the side of his knee.)
Out in the room, laying on Mal’s bed, Jay picked at his bandages. He was trying not to watch as Mal fussed over her mother and the mess he’d made of her tank. He silently hoped the caterpillar had fallen in there somewhere where Mal wouldn’t notice, and then maybe…
Maybe the fuck-mother lizard would get hungry in the night.
It’d really be the perfect crime, then. He wouldn’t have failed. Again.
“You take good care of her,” he muttered, just loud enough to hear. “She doesn’t deserve it.” He crossed his arms and propped his chin up, meeting Mal’s gaze with an audaciously dissatisfied expression.
She opened her mouth as if to respond, then sighed, turning back to the tank. She set the lid on top and secured the latches, flipped the heat lamp on, and gave a final check before she came to join Jay—
“I’d kill her myself,” Mal said abruptly, sitting down on the edge of the bed with her hands in her lap. “But,” she continued with a sigh, “I’m trying to do the right thing—for us. The four of us. You know?”
Jay pursed his lips, tilting his head to bump her arm like a cat.
“I thought we were rotten—”
“To the core,” Mal said vehemently, elbowing his head.
Harrumphing, Jay grabbed Mal’s waist like a grumpy sloth to urge her to lie down. She complied without any snark, only rolling her eyes to balance out her smile. Hades, he could be so fucking petulant…
“I could have made it look like an accident,” Jay murmured into her neck once she was pressed against him, her back to his stomach and one of his arms draped across her torso, keeping her close—
“You know they’d suspect us, even if it was an accident…”
Jay grunted in annoyance, but he didn’t disagree.
They’d have to play the long game—fine.
But he would kill her one day.
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sparrowmoth · 3 years
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You gave me a villain so I’ll give one back ;D Cruella de Vil!
@hoodpane jdkaljklgsdjklg THANK YOU, CAY! 💖 This is gonna get a little cursed at points, especially with my headcanon, just saying.
1. Sexuality Headcanon
I’ve thought about this a lot, actually, and I'm still not sure. It's hard to see those potential desires past her materialism and self-obsession...
Probably the worst take I have is that she's primarily an objectophile.
2. OTP
For the same reasons as stated above, I've never really had an OTP for her in mind, even with other villains. I do entertain the thought of her having trysts with some of her underlings, like Jasper, but I don't see it as genuine attraction. She uses people the same way she uses her toaster and kettle, you know? They're all perfectly replaceable.
Having said that, I think Cruella loved Anita once, so in her own mind, that would be her OTP. The problem is Cruella doesn't actually know how to love. She wanted to possess Anita, to have her belong to her in the most literal sense. And if there's one thing she hates, it's being denied something she wants. It makes her angry like nothing else...
I kinda feel like her obsession with dalmatians is rooted in that more so than it is the desire to be on the cutting edge of fashion. It might have been about fashion at first, but it evolved into vengeance over Anita choosing Roger. Cruella wants to hurt her for that, just not in a way that Anita would come to physical harm, because in some dark, shadowy corner of her psyche, Anita's still an object to be protected. She takes care of her in the same way she minds her furs, you know?
3. BROTP
Cruella and Evil Queen (in the Descendants canon verse). I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but I headcanon that Cruella and E.Q., being neighbours, spent quite a lot of time together, having dinner and drinks and a round of gossip while Carlos and Evie were mostly left to their own devices. Straying from canon, I like to think that this continued into the period of banishment, because does Cruella seem like the type of person who gives a single fuck what Maleficent has to say? Nah. Maybe E.Q. couldn't come over to Hell Hall anymore, but I just feel it in my soul that Cruella was still a regular at Bargain Castle.
4. NOTP
Cruella/Anita, for the reasons discussed above. I've seen AUs where Cruella is imagined as never having become a villain, but rather just being a sassy fashion designer who mutually falls in love with Anita while they're in college together, and that's super cute, but certainly, it's far removed from the actual reality of her character. Anita's just too good for Cruella in canon. Cruella deserves nothing of her heart.
5. First headcanon that pops into my head 
Genuinely? I just had the most ridiculous crack headcanon come to mind and I can't stop laughing, thinking about it. Please don't take this seriously at all, but I'm thinking about Cruella stumbling on a furry convention and there's some dalmatian fursuiter crossing the street and she just floors it, slams the brakes right in front of the guy so he's startled and falls over, yeah, and then she orders Jasper and Horace out to kidnap the biggest fucking dalmatian she's ever seen and they throw this guy in the trunk because you don't tell her no...
Of course, she wants this dalmatian skinned, so Jasper and Horace just kind of awkwardly pop the head off this costume and then unzip the suit or whatever and the poor furry books it, screaming, and they let him go because whatever, and Cruella is like... holding this fursuit up like a pelt and cackling to herself because SHE'S FINALLY WON.
This is right before she gets taken to the Isle, by the way.
Years later, she finds the pelt of the one dalmatian she managed to kill (thinking to herself the authorities are fools for letting her keep this pelt) and she proceeds to put on the fursuit, head and all, and goes downstairs where Carlos sees her, screams, and runs out the door. She chases him down the road past Bargain Castle before she collapses in the dirt, so Jasper and Horace drag her ass back home.
6. One way in which I relate to this character
erase the image of Cruella in a dalmatian fursuit from your mind.
Well, her personality and ethics may be dogshit, but have you seen her outfits? The woman has some taste! I love her vision, just not the way she goes about it. She would have killed it as an ethical fashion designer (the irony of this wording, I know, I know... jkdlsjaklgsjklg).
7. Thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character
HER TEMPER. THAT'S HER FATAL FLAW. Like, not that I want her to succeed in her villainous schemes, I really don't, but can we just talk about the fact that this woman is a genius. Like, she really could be fearsome, but she's a joke because, not so deep down at all, she's a spoiled brat who throws a tantrum when she doesn't get what she wants. When her temper flares, it's all over... she stops thinking.
Imagine if she was patient, calmer, more calculating. Imagine how utterly terrifying she would be if she played the long game... just...
I'm so embarrassed that she doesn't realize her own evil potential.
8. Cinnamon roll or problematic fave?
Problematic fave, no question. I don't actually like this woman, okay. I just find her interesting, like some weird oozing fungus I'm compelled to poke with a stick. She reminds me of someone I hate, thus I want to dissect her character and figure out what's going on up there. :')
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Jaylos + nervous first date? ;)
Thank you, @hoodpane! This was a really fun prompt! ♥️
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“Your shirt looks good in you. I mean, uh, you look good in—fuck—um, I like your shirt.”
“Uh, yeah, so we’ll start with the prosecutor and whores deux…” “Pardon, sir, did you mean the prosciutto and ricotta hors d’oeuvres?” “Yeah, that’s what I—dude, are you okay? Do you need some water?
“I forgot to ask if you’re allergic to roses. I brought an epipen, just in case!”
“I’m not nervous! Why would I be nervous? Unless you’re nervous. Are you nervous?”
“So… tell me about yourself?” “Well, I have a roommate named Jay—” “Right. Stupid question, sorry.”
“Okay, I’m gonna be honest: the knife is killing the mood.” “It’s just a steak knife, dude…” “Yeah, but you’re pointing it at me.”
“I know we’re driving home together, but—” “Yes, I’ll go out with you again.”
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Note: Anyone can use these prompts as fic inspo (credit appreciated). If you write something based on this, please feel free to tag me! I’d love to read. ♥
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Jal 18 for the “something they own” ask meme? :D
@hoodpane​ Thank youuu, Cay! ♥️ Here’s Jal + an object that’s kept a secret:
The first (unofficial) gift Jay ever gave to Mal was a dagger with the handle carved to look like a dragon’s tail, all curled up in a knot. He carved it himself, though he was shy to tell her that at the time. If he had, she might have kept it—or maybe not.
Maybe not, since the real issue wasn’t the gift, but what he said to her: that he was worried, you know—worried one day her mother’s reputation might not be enough—and he might not be there—and something might happen, and had she ever thought of that? Had she ever considered what could happen down the throat of an alley with someone twice her size who had nothing to live for? No fear of Maleficent?
Mal had rolled her eyes and swiped the dagger from his hand, looked it over appraisingly, and given him a sly smirk. “Thanks,” she’d said. “Bet I can trade this for something I actually need, like one giant cup of coffee.”
That was that, as far as Jay knew. He’d laughed along despite the sting of it, because it was his own damn fault for caring when he shouldn’t. Not for more than his own skin—just like his father had warned him (or tried to), because despite—he still cared, but… it was more of a secret, something buried away out of Mal’s sight—
Kind of like the dagger she’d never actually traded, yet refused to wear out of spite.
She’d torn her room up trying to find where she’d hid it before they left for Auradon.
And then one day, months later, in the safest place they’d ever been in their lives, with Maleficent defeated, Jay saw the outline of a knife up her sleeve, badly hidden. He’d made a quip about it and she’d gotten defensive—but after a while just sitting in silence, she’d slid that certain dagger into her hand and glanced at Jay.
“I can’t exactly rely on my mother anymore,” she’d muttered, tracing the carving with her thumb.
Jay had been surprised, so it’d taken a moment, but he’d smiled and put his hand over hers, and when she’d looked at him, said simply: “No, but you still got me.”
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sparrowmoth · 3 years
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Aaand Carlos 11? :)
@hoodpane Thank you, Cay! ♥️ And thank you to @telli1206, as well, ‘cause I poked her for some inspo and she gave me the perfect idea to work with. 😘
11. Headcanon for a well-loved object (ft. Jaylos because... I love They).
The thing had been “well-loved” when Jay found it on the barge. He’d thought it was fur when he’d stuffed it in his bag—something Carlos could use to appease his mother on one of her bad days. He hadn’t known what to say at first when he’d dumped the bag out in Carlos’ treehouse and there it was—
“A plushie?” Carlos had asked, a bit bemused as he picked up the stuffed cat by the scruff of its neck.
Jay had to think fast, so he said it reminded him of that “mangy furball,” Beelzebub, Carlos’ cat who had disappeared not a year before, probably thanks to his mother—
Oh, but he shouldn’t have said that.
Carlos’ face had fallen and he’d flashed a sad smile, making Jay so desperate that he’d actually been honest—told Carlos why he’d really grabbed it, what he’d thought it was; then, insisting it was just garbage, he’d tried to take it back—
But Carlos hadn’t let him.
“I can use it,” he’d insisted, and when Jay looked skeptical, he’d added quickly, “as a… pillow.”
Saying that, Carlos had hidden the plushie behind his back, like Jay hadn’t already noticed the thing was missing more than half its stuffing, but whatever—
Jay had let it go, turning his mind to the other loot he’d brought up for Carlos, and as they’d started to sort through the junk for things to recycle into new inventions, the plushie was all but forgotten.
Honestly, Jay was more than a little surprised to see the thing appear on the floor next to Carlos’ bed in Auradon one morning, when Jay had woken early and stepped on something soft—none other than the tattered black cat plushie, fallen out from under Carlos’ covers.
He’d picked it up and stared between the thing and a sleeping Carlos, not sure what he was feeling except that it was… something like butterflies. He’d been very careful when he’d lifted the covers and tucked the plushie back in Carlos’ arms, smiling at the way Carlos unconsciously clung to it.
Maybe it was just because he still missed his cat, but… Jay secretly hoped it was more than that.
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sparrowmoth · 3 years
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For the game: To Jay’s surprise, Mal is an affectionate drunk.
Thank you, @hoodpane! ♥ This was such a cute prompt. I’m not sure I did it justice, but I tried, so... please have... whatever the heck happened here...
Mal comes crawling through the crowd—literally crawling—toward the couch where Jay and Carlos are seated. She looks every bit a thing out of a horror movie, the way her hair falls to obscure her face and her elbows jut out like a crab had possessed her. It’s enough to have Carlos vaulting backwards off the couch, stuttering out some bullshit about how he just remembered he “has a thing with a guy.”
“Yeah, me,” Jay mutters, though he knows Carlos isn’t listening. He’s out of the sight by the time Jay feels a clawed hand practically groping at his knees; twisting back around, Jay finds none other than Mal clambering up onto the couch—or, well, onto him, as it were—
“Uh… hey, M,” Jay says slowly, eyes a little wide as he stares down at Mal, who’s… definitely wasted—just not like he’s ever seen her before. She’s smiling at him with her eyes half-lidded, chin propped on his chest. He can feel her humming lowly—feel it vibrating through his bones, almost tickling…
“Hi,” she mumbles, tipping her head to press her cheek against him, rubbing slowly up and down, as if to scratch an itch. “I missed you,” she sighs out, sounding content now that she’s all but melted into him. Her arms are wedged in-between his back and the couch and she’s more or less tangled their legs together. It’s an awkward position, but not too uncomfortable. She seems happy, at least.
“I missed you, too,” Jay answers softly, daring to comb his fingers through some of her wild locks.
Mal hums louder at that, bumping her head up under his palm. “Good,” she murmurs, and Jay’s not sure if she’s responding to him or telling him she likes the touch, but given how she grabs at his wrist with both hands to keep him from stopping, he figures the latter.
“Mal!” (Jay’s ears prick to the sound of Evie’s voice, drawing closer.) “Mal, where did you—”
Another moment and Evie’s breaking through the crowd with a drink in her hand, looking all at once exhausted and elegant and ready to stab whoever’s gotten their hands on Mal—before she realizes it’s only Jay, and a soft “oh” slips from her lips as the tension drains. “Thank Evil…”
Jay meets Evie’s gaze over the top of Mal’s head, his wrist still in a vice grip as he pets at her hair.
‘What the hell…?’ he mouths, eyes briefly flickering down to Mal as he raises an eyebrow at Evie. He’s not exactly complaining about Mal cuddling up on him like an over-large kitten, it’s just… unexpected.
Laughing a little—with that certain hollow tone of exhaustion—Evie comes to perch on the edge of the couch beside them, filling the spot that Carlos had vacated. She just shakes her head as she holds the glass in her hand out to Jay. “Faerie Milk,” she explains, batting one of Mal’s hands away from it.
“Faerie Milk?” Jay asks, pushing Mal’s head into his chest again with one hand while reaching out to take the glass with the other. He sniffs it carefully and takes a small swig, then makes a face like he’d just tasted something unexpected. “You sure it’s not just milk?” He passes the glass back, frowning.
Evie huffs a soft breath, setting the glass down on a table out of Mal’s reach. “It’s not just milk,” she assures him with a pointed glance at Mal, who’s now struggling to lift Jay’s arm to burrow beneath.
Jay opens his mouth, perhaps to argue—instead, he makes a surprised noise when Mal chomps down on his hip. It’s not very hard, but her teeth are sharp, damn it. “Ow, Mal, what the fuck?”
She raises her head, blinking owlishly up at him. “I just like your flavour,” she mumbles, like that’s a perfectly reasonable and sane thing to say to someone you’ve just gone and bitten. “Tastes warm…”
Wow, okay. Nope. NOPE. This is the last time Jay agrees to attend a party in fucking Wonderland.
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