#mal descendants x reader

[vampzteeth]

some things are meant to be private // descendants

req? yes

summary: the four VKs with a gn s/o who isn’t big on pda

format: headcanons

carlos

he’s at first was surprised by the difference of you around people and alone, but got used to it quickly

was a bit scared that you were embarrassed of being seen with a VK but was very happy when he found out you’re just not into PDA

people didn’t notice you’re in a relationship at first because of the the lack of PDA but after Jay walked in on you two cuddling, everyone knew

likes to go on walks with you and just hold your hand while you both talk about your days

loves when you kiss his freckles, it makes him feel special. returns the favor by kissing all over your neck and sometimes leaves marks (until jay points it out)

Jay

didn’t realize you didn’t like PDA so he constantly had his arm around your shoulders until you told him to stop

once y’all have a conversation about it he’s fine with it, but still forgets sometimes before remembering again

loves getting to hold you once you’re alone, seeing it as some sort of reward for the both of you

the occasional chance that you hold his hand while walking to class is HEAVEN for this guy, he loves getting to show you off to people once in a while, but still cherishes the time you spend alone together much more

Evie

just like the others it takes a bit for her to get used to it but starts to cherish the moments alone with you more than she ever would with the ones in front of people

absolutely adores the amount of affection she receives from you and tries to replicate the exact amount

the other VKs didn’t think you were dating because they thought y’all would be super public until you both fell asleep cuddling on a couch

kisses all over your face and jokes about having you leave the lipstick marks on for fun

Mal

is actually glad your relationship isn’t super public

happy to receive so much affection but is a bit confused by the contrast at first

adores cuddling and kissing in her room away from people

tried to use her magic to erase Chads memory when he walked in on you two sleeping but begrudgingly didn’t when you told her that’s too far

once in a while you hold hands while walking to class, just so other people don’t think something happened to your relationship

note: this took a lot less time than i thought it would :3 i didn’t know if the ask wanted headcanons or scenarios so i just went with these 🫶🏻

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[kaiyaamin]

Can you do headcanons for Ben x daughter of Scar!reader

OMG yessss

Ben x Daughter of Scar!reader

Ben definitely fell first and harder for Y/N.

When Ben first met Y/N he was instantly in love with her. He was a little shy to get to know her so he left her love poems and notes every day in her locker. He did not know if she liked it because she never showed emotion.

Y/n on the other hand absolutely loved it and it made her feel loved by someone, she was dying to know their secret identity.

Even though Y/N gave Ben a love cookie it felt too real to be fake. He gave her a dance and song routine that was surprisingly coordinated for being planned last minute.

During the coronation Ben told Y/N the love potion wore off, he finally had the guts to admit he loved her and had been leaving her the love notes in her locker. Let's just say she was so happy she was practically on top of him giving him kisses all over his face.

Ben lavished Y/N with gifts all the time anything she wanted she would get and let me tell you, she definitely used it to her advantage.

Ben took Y/N on picnic dates, movie dates even Netflix and chill dates and Ben was surprising an amazing cook and enjoyed cooking on their dates, it was so romantic a candlelight dinner.

Y/N was a natural lady of the court and a future queen. Growing up with her father Scar, he taught her everything about being a ruler. Ben couldn't be any prouder.

Y/N had kept a secret that only the Vk's and her father knew. She inherited her father's power, allowing her to change into a lion whenever she wanted. She was scared Ben wouldn't like her anymore if she told him.

After so much time apart from Ben because of his kingly duties and Y/N and Evie working on a VK's exchange program, which lets the villain kids come live in Aurdon, she realized she must tell Ben the truth no matter what.

She told Ben and waited for his reaction only for her to be shocked when Ben started squealing seeing his beautiful girlfriend a lion.

From this point forward he started to nuzzle her head and scratch behind her ear which had Y/N cuddling him. Man was it paradise.

Ben didn't think he could love her anymore but boy was he wrong. He never left her side and appreciated her for being able to tell him her secret.

They lived happily ever after THE END!

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[goforshexgo]

Smart one

You were up studying for a test, strange maybe for your other vk peers except for Carlos, but you cared about your academics and liked to do well academically. Halfway through your notes you heard someone start knocking hard on your window, it was Jay Al Jafar, one of your closest friends and the boy you had the fattest crush on. Not like you'd admit that, though. You rolled your eyes as you got up and opened it.

"Man, how many times do I have to tell you not to knock so damn hard, Jay." You scolded as the long haired boy climbed through your window, grinning.

"Yea yea, 'It's held together by broken hopes and dreams.'" He quoted as he walked further into your gloomy room before sitting on the dilapidated footboard of your bed and crossing his arms as he gazed at you with his signature smile. Rolling your eyes again, this time with an additional head shake and a smile. You sat back down at your desk and started your studying again.

"What do you want Jay ?" You asked but it sounded more like a statement, earning a pout from your dark haired friend.

"How lowly do you think of me to think that I came over to see you just because I wanted something from you ?" Jay pouted as he feigned hurt before a charming smile overtook his again as he walked over to the run down desk you sat at

"Very. Now what do you want ?" You questioned again not bothering to look up at Jay, who was now standing next to you, his hands planted firmly on the desk as he looked down at you.

"Anthony got this new watch, I want it." Jay confessed with his signature smile, the smile that you loved hated. "And he's throwing a hellraiser tonight."

"I'm not going to a party just to help you steal his watch." You told him flatly continuing to look down at your tattered text book and notes that smelled of mildew.

"Oh c'monnn, you owe me anyway." Your head snapped up to him upon hearing his words. You didn't owe Jay shit.

"I don't owe you shit, Jay." You asserted pushing back in your chair to cross your arms across your chest. Jay chuckled before moving his face closer to yours.

"Oh come one, just this once ?" Jay pleaded, looking at you with the prettiest brown eyes you swore you ever saw.

Hiding the flustered feeling you feel at his proximity you spoke.

"Oh, just this once ? You know it funny because I remember you said that when you asked me to try to steal one of Cruella's coats ? Oh, or when you tried to steal from Gothel and you got me to distract her ? Oooo, or what about the time you tried to convince me to sneak you into-"

Jay cut you off before you could finish the long list of "Just this once's"

"Okay okay, so it's not just this once but I swear it's worth it."

You stare at him with a bored expression as he talks

"And why is that Jay ?"

"Uh, because you get to spend time with me."

"Get the fuck out Jay."

"Come on, you know you want to spend time with me."

His voice sing-songy

You wanted to spend time with him, bad. Like embarrassingly bad. You'd never admit that though.

"Nah, I'm good."

You rejected

"C'mon... please ?"

Jay begged as he grasped at your hands, and VK's never said "please."

"Fine, but you owe me Al Jafar ."

You asserted as you stood, a finger pointed at his chest

"Yes ma'am."

.

.

.

When you got to Anthony's party it was already in full swing. The lights were dim and moody, the music was blaring and kinda shitty because of the busted speakers that the people of Auradon threw away to the people of the isle, and the air smelled of mold, sweat, and expired perfume along other expired hygiene products. Bodies danced and grinded, others stood in corners and chatted or tried their best look as evil and pretentious as possible.

"What now Jay ?"

You questioned as you looked around at the party that went on before you

"Gotta find Tremaine."

Jay answered as he grabbed you hand and walked into the party.

You felt your stomach leap as he made contact with you, frantically looking down where you two were now connected, then smiled to yourself small-ly

The two of looked around for three minutes tops, Jay still holding your hand, before he turned around to you.

"Can't find him, wanna dance ?"

He offered casually.

"We looked for less than five minutes."

"And we couldn't find him, so do you want to dance."

With a roll of your eyes, you agreed and began to dance.

"Was this your plan all along, Al Jafar ?"

"You really are a smart one, huh?"

I changed my mind for the plot of this fic last minute so I'm sorry the ending is lackluster. Also I haven't written fanfic in years. ISN'T HE JUST DREAMY THO 😍😍

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[supercap2319]

"Someone has a crush on King Beasty." Mal teased her brother as she twirled her purple pen in her hands . Beside her, Evie smiled and Jay and Carlos laughed behind them as Y/N looked at her and tried not to blush.

"What that is ridiculous. I don't have a crush on Ben."

"Uh huh, sure." Mal smirks. "Tell me, why are your flames always pink when Ben comes around? You get this stupid smile on your face and your flame hair turns a shade of pink. Explain."

"I can't help if I want to try different colored flames. Besides, Ben is a King. And he smells like strawberries and sunshine. Gross!" He made a face.

Evie giggled. "So you noticed the way he smells?"

"You got it bad, dude." Jay teased.

"Shut up!" Y/N's hair burned high and hot as his eyes glowed red.

"Denial." Mal sing songs.

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[handsometheo]

HELP I'M GOING THROUGH A DESCENDANTS PHASE AND THERE'S NO STOPPING IT

I'm so in love with Harry Hook honestly, and Uma. I mainly love d2 but honestly I'm tempted to write fics for descendants characters

Mostly Harry

I just love the pirates so so much

Okay I'm writing at least one fic for descendants, I may need people to suggest stuff for me

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[descendantofthesparrow]

Mal D3 motor bike redesign number...5? damn ive redesigned her main look alot

canon

stuff i kept-the color pallet but i heavily symplified it and took away alot of the stuff that made the design so busy, while also adding just enough to make the design intersting becuase while Mal's canon gear is super busy and has so much going on, its also suuuper bland, like stupid bland, thats one of the problems with the canon designs because while theres SO MUCH going on, the motorcross gear is also SUPER bland, like theres alot of...nothing with shapes and colors and thats it. i also let mal keep her lil flame boots but made them less heel and more of a basic platform boot that isnt so stupid high. i also kept her canon shirt she wears under the vest cuz thats not something that i ever had complaints with, its just a shirt.

my big thing for this design was-tight t-shirt and big ol pants with bit belt. im really happy with the silouette alone and really like the scales/flames/embers on mal's pants :3 i also wanted to make her a PROPER ass motorbike jacket instead of a vest and sleeves, motor bike jackets are meant to freaking protect the rider, her arms being visible defeats the fucking purpose of the damned jacket!

but-yeah, i wanted this mal to be fucking READY, no big clunky shoes/heels, no tight pants with a stupid zipper on the buttm and proper gloves, i had the idea of Mal having a braid-which i still really like so just imagine Mal wearing her hair in a braid for the d3 adventure. but yeah, Mal's worn dresses her last two big battles and whenever i redesign any of hte outfits-i have a possible rewrite in mind where Maleficent is the big bad whose mind controlling Audrey and Mal knows this so she wants to be READY and wants comfy pants instead of a skirt or super tight pants that squeak when she walks.

yeah but i was at work and just thought 'D3 MOTORBIKE MAL-TIGHT SHIRT BIG PANTS' and decided i had to draw it out, ur welcome.

#disney descendants #art #my art #rewrite #mal descendants #Mal redesign #i am debating on starting to write my d3 rewrite #the real one not my x reader #anyways i saw a jacket i liked for Evie #might do Evie #dunno how to include her skirt tho #cuz for my offical redesign for my rewrite i gave her that open half skirt thing that connected to her jacket but yeah

[6rookie-writer0110]

Unknown Dream

Descendants Mal X Male Reader.

Request -Hi, can you write Descendants Mal X Male Reader. The reader is the son of Sora. The reader lands on Auradon, after facing several Heartless, meets the VKs, and Reader and Mal fall in love.

You don't recognize anyone or anything on the island of Auradon. You are just walking around until you figure something out. But you start to hear loud noises and you start to follow it. You see several heartless attacking a group of people but they do fight back, but they are outnumbered. You take out your key blade and you start to fight the heartless.

“Who is that guy?” Carlos asked.

“I don't know, I've never seen him before,” Evie said.

You keep fighting them and they are being defeated. But they start to help you fight and the heartless are all gone.

“Who are you?” Mal asked.

“My name is Y/n and I'm from Destiny Island,” You said.

“We never heard of that island. Exactly where it is?” Ben asked.

“It's an island next to Ocean Road. Where am I?” You said.

“Again, we never heard of these places. My name is Mal and you are on an island named Auradon” Mal said.

She starts to introduce you to her friends.

“What kind of weapon is that?” Ben asked.

“It's called a key blade, it's like a sword but different,” You said.

“Thanks for helping us defeat them,” Evie said.

You start to explain what is a heartless creature. Then they start to show you around the island and you get to know each other by their names.

✬ ✯ ✬ ✫

Jay and Carlos let you stay with them until they figure out how to get you back home. They went out but Mal went over to see how you were doing.

“Jay and Carlos aren't here,” You said.

“I came to see you, to see how you are doing,” Mal said.

“I’m doing fine. I'm starting to like Auradon but I still miss home” You said.

Mal takes you to the lake, thinking it could cheer you up. You and Mal sit next to each other and you show her a picture of your father, Goofy, and Donald Duck.

“That can't be his name Goofy” Mal giggled.

“I’m serious that's his name” You giggled.

“No” Mal laughed.

You laughed and she couldn't stop smiling at you. You take out a picture of you with your family and you tell her who is who. She opened up to you about her mother Maleficent and you told her about your father Sora. You and Mal are alone and she is happy about that because she is starting to like spending time with you.

———

You and Mal have spent more time together alone. She started to develop a crush on you and she starts to wonder if you feel the same way. Today, you are showing her how to use the keyblade.

“Wow, it's heavy,” Mal said.

“It takes a while to get used to the weight. But try to swing it like a sword” You said.

You are in the backyard of the castle. She did try to swing the key blade like a sword but couldn't. She did try again but couldn't, then you showed her how you hold it.

Later, she takes you into the village and you try new food. You didn't like every food, but you were happy to spend time alone with her. You and Mal are starting to open up to each other.

On the island, some people started to light fireworks. Everyone is starting to watch it and have a good time. You and Mal go to the boardwalk and sit down next to each other. Her hand is next to your hand and she puts her pinky on your finger. You start to smile and you keep watching the fireworks.

“I had fun with you today, Y/n” Mal smiled.

“Me too. Tonight is really beautiful” You smiled.

You turn to her then she looks at you. You slowly lean in and you kiss her then she kisses you back. The firework continued and she didn't stop kissing you.

“I really like you, Y/n” Mal said.

“I feel the same way and I like kissing you,” You said.

“Kiss me again, Y/n,” Mal said.

You kiss her again and she starts to smile.

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[spcebtwn]

burning red

Pairing: Audrey Rose/Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

Chad is something else entirely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

Well. A lot happens.

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

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

—

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

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

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

—

Evidently, not long.

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

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

Until Audrey shows up.

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#descendants #audrey rose #audrey descendants #audrey descendants x reader #audrey rose x reader #evie grimhilde #chad charming #ben florian #mal bertha #jay descendants #is there even an audience for this or am i just posting into the void #can you tell i like people who are mean to me #reader insert

[ayoitspatricia]

Hi do you still write for disney's descendants? if so can you do headcanons of being siblings with the VKs? and if possible the siblings came with them to the school. sorry for my bad english

Being siblings with each VK + going to Auradon with them would include :

IM BAAAAACK!! It has been a while since I have posted so I am currently working through requests :)

Mal :

Homie would be overprotective af

This lady ain’t having any Auradon dweebs getting you on her watch

Always encouraging you to be the best version of yourself

Or in Maleficent’s case the worst

Y’all are not that big on boys, girls etc before Mal meets Ben

Mix and matching leather jackets

Being the biggest chaos causes wherever you guys go

Finding it hard to be positive about school when Mal wants you to be miserable about it all

Her helping you to control your powers which are cool im gonna be honest

Sharing differences and similarities with Mal

She just wants to keep you safe from bad people in the world

Ironic for a VK right?

Especially from rats in Auradon

Feeling pressured by your mom when she wants you to steal the magic wand

Liking Ben and not finding it difficult to adjust to being good

Evie :

Now this one encourages you to interact with others

She wants to get you as far out of your shell as possible

Cause poor girl ain’t got a clue what will happen if you all get caught stealing the wand

Wanting you to get a partner

But asking them lots of intimidating kind questions if you do

Doing group sewing + art!

Always trying on each other’s clothing

Having matching magic mirrors

Creating a Chad hate club

Evie being the favourite child but always defending you

Going on shopping sprees when you arrive at Auradon

Trying hard to empress everyone

But then realising that it is really impossible

Evie wanting to dye your hair

Her chasing you around with the hair dye

Actually secretly wanting to be good from the beginning

Carlos :

Always being super close to each other

Thing 1 = you / Thing 2 = Carlos

Actually quite liking dogs

Lol your brother did not like that one

Until you got Dude obviously (you was his fav)

Always having super fluffy jumpers or cardigans

Enjoying sweet treats with him at midnight

Literally menaces to the cooking club

Softest member of the VK’s

Collecting stuffed animals to annoy Carlos

Then proceeding to throw them at each other

Fairy Godmother actually really liking you

You going into Remedial Goodness 101 early so you both can have a chat

Honestly loving the Auradon vibe

Cheering Carlos on when he plays Tourney

+ shipping him with Jane!!

Literally acting like kids the whole time

Wanting to open an animal club in Auradon

Tbh you was already sliding to the side of good as soon as you arrived

Jay :

My mans is on a whole other level of protective

Like you thought Mal was bad

Whether your on the isle or in Auradon this boy has your back

Him always glaring at the boys whenever they look at you for too long

Even at poor Carlos, who has no clue what is going on

Teaching you how to steal

Reminding your father of Jasmine

You + Evie + Mal are the perfect trio

Doing laps around the museum to try and find any lamps

Not your proudest moment ngl

You plus Lonnie equals BESTIES!!

Jay making you always watch him play sports

Stealing his beanies all the time

Hiding in spots around Auradon so he has to try and find you

You best hope that none of them princes disrespect you

Cause they gon get an ass whoopin

Honestly not caring about whether you’re good or not

As long as you have your brother and your friends

#x reader #y/n #reader insert #x fem!reader #x female reader #x fem reader #x female!reader #fluff #would include #descendants x reader #descendants #evie grimhilde #mal descendants #jay descendants #carlos devil

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Ch. 1: Control

“Ouch! No no no- definitely too much moon powder!” I hastily wipe my hands on my dusty skirt as I attempt to put out the purple flames coming out of my cauldron. I’m attempting a healing potion for my cat Twilight, but accidentally misread the spellbook. Mom’s spellbook.

But I’m too late to cover my tracks- I can already hear footsteps approaching outside!

“Magica! What have I told you about practicing magic?” My father yells from the doorway.

Twilight hisses and scrambles out of the kitchen, leaving me to fend for myself.

I cringe and turn around slowly. “Not to?”

My father, a tall buff man wearing a hunter’s cap, stomps into the room. “Yes! What if the Royal Guard was passing by? I don’t want you getting locked away!”

“But I don’t live on the Isle of the Lost, so magic is allowed here!”

“They don’t know-!” He sighs and rubs his head. “Since they don’t know about your mother, it’s best to just keep your magic hidden.”

“But dad, I’m finally getting the hang of this! I think I might write to Fairy Godmother and tell her about my magic-!”

“No!” My father stomps forward and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Magica, you’re my only daughter. If they found out you’re the descendant of a villain they could lock you up. I- I only want what’s best for you, understand? I know you’re proud of this gift and are a very talented witch, but sometimes it’s best to be normal.”

“But- but-!” I can feel my aunt’s temper boiling inside me. “Why should I be different?”

I wrap my cloak around me and storm out into the woods. There’s a secret spot I have near the stream that runs into the Enchanted Lake. It’s a small clearing big enough to practice my magic safely. After I sit down on a boulder I start tearing up, torn between being mad at my father for silencing my magic and being ashamed of being the descendant of an evil witch.

Yup, that’s me. Magica Sanderson, secret daughter of the infamous Sarah Sanderson. From what I’ve gathered, my mother seduced the Evil Queen’s Huntsman so Winifred Sanderson could steal one of her potions. The Huntsman became my father, and when he found out about me he immediately brought me to Snow White’s kingdom to keep me from becoming a VK. But the one thing he couldn’t avoid was the fact that I inherited my Aunt Winnie’s magical talent and my mother’s bewitching looks. I have my mother’s pale fair skin, white-blonde hair, and slim figure. I also inherited my Aunt Winnie’s bright green eyes and Aunt Mary’s love for Cheetos. I can’t help it- I’m a halfblood witch!

Father has tried to suppress my family ties by homeschooling me in our woodland cottage and dressing me in flowy pink dresses just like the goody-two-shoes kids wear at Auradon Prep. When I was old enough to control my powers, father brought me to the Auradon kingdom to meet Prince Ben, son of Beauty and the Beast. Immediately we became inseparable best friends, always causing mischief despite our parents’ disapproval. One time we slipped a hiccup potion into Chad Charming’s drink during a gala social, and spent the next half hour trying not to burst out laughing when he tried hiccuping at Audrey to ask her out! I told Ben about my powers, and he promised to keep it secret. He knows I’m nothing like my mother or aunts, and that I’d never try to hurt anyone.

But even so Ben’s acceptance can’t help fill the gap that separates me from the other kids in the village. I’m still different no matter how hard I try because I don’t have the arrogant, uppity attitude that the other kids have.

Mother, why do I have to be so different? Could I have at least one true friend who won’t disappear?

“Meow?” A voice calls.

I look over and see that Twilight has returned with another black cat- one with recognizable yellow eyes.

I sniff. “Hey, Binx. How’s it been?”

The two felines slink between my legs and rub their noses on my boots.

“Been fine, but from what Twilight’s told me you’re in a bit of a pickle. I know your dad means well, but even I agree that suppressed magic is never a good idea.”

I stop twirling pink sparks on my fingers and give Binx an odd look. “Why?”

Binx glances around nervously. “Well… I’ve heard stories of past maidens that try to bottle up their magic until any sudden breakdown can cause an outburst. Do you remember Elsa of Arendelle?”

The memory of seeing former Queen Elsa’s meltdown on tv runs through my head, and I have to agree that holding back my magic could lead to something worse.

“You’re right, Binx. But I can’t just do some tricks and expect the whole kingdom to be ok with it. I could be sent to Auradon Prep, or worse- the Isle of the Lost! And magic’s forbidden there so I’d be powerless! That and I’d have to live with-” I shutter. “My mom.”

Binx hisses and Twilight swipes a paw against my cheek. “No you won’t. We wouldn’t let that happen, and your father would protect you. I suggest you cool down a bit and then go back to the house.”

I sigh. “I guess so. But how long will I have to hide like this? All my life I’ve followed the rules and been nice, so I’m not wicked… am I?”

“No, no,” Binx assures with a soft voice. “It’s not that, it’s just that normal folks are unsettled by the strange and unusual. It’s like you said, you’ll be sent to Auradon Prep. You don’t want that, do you?”

I gag. “Ugh, no! Ben says all the people there are stuck up and half-witted fools! I would rather eat a toadstool dipped in boysenberry sauce than associate with those idiots!�� I stand up and start walking back to the cottage. “Sorry Binx, but right now I better head back to father before supper. I’ll save you some fish!”

#descendants carlos #disney descendants #jay descendants #mal descendants #evie descendants #carlos de vil #carlos de vil x reader #ben descendants #audrey descendants #disney #descendants #descendants x reader #hocus pocus #sarah sanderson #winifred sanderson #mary sanderson #binx hocus pocus

[infiniteimaginings]

「𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴」

Started: March 26th, 2024 Updated: March 26th, 2024

Characters I write for in the movie franchise 'Descendants'

Audrey Rose Ben Florian Carlos De Vil Chad Charming Doug Evie Harry Hook Jane Jay Lonnie Mal Uma

#descendants #descendants x reader #disney descendants #Disney descendants x reader #Audrey rose x reader #audrey rose #Ben florian #ben florian x reader #Carlos de vil #Carlos de vil x reader #Chad charming #Chad charming x reader #doug #doug x reader #evie #Evie x reader #princess evie #princess evie x reader #harry hook #harry hook x reader #jane descendants #jane descendants x reader #Jay #jay descendants #Jay descendants x reader #lonnie #lonnie descendants #lonnie descendants x reader #mal #mal descendants

[vampzteeth]

ocean separates land, not souls // descendants

summary: evie and mal dating ariel’s daughter

req?: yes

format: headcanons

evie

not terribly surprising to other people

i mean yeah it’s startling to see a VK and an AK dating but you both had similar interests

loves making you different tops you can wear while you’re in your mermaid form and makes them waterproof so that they don’t weigh you down

doesn’t go in the water completely cause she doesn’t want to ruin her hair 💔

she finds your transformation so magical honestly

but once y’all’s relationship gets to the part where she meets your parents, she’s scared

i mean, she’s a VK dating an AK, how will your parents react?

they weren’t very happy with y’all but they eventually came around to accept your relationship, even if they didn’t exactly approve of it

mal

she was scared to be in a relationship with you at first

not in the way that she didn’t like you, in the way that she thought that a relationship between an AK and a VK would be a poor choice

but once she accepted the fact that you had feelings for each other she was so excited honestly

she kinda slowed down on evil-doing so that she could spend more time with you, having picnics, swimming, or even just cuddling

she knows for a fact that your parents won’t like her so she gets a makeover to look more like an AK in the hopes that they won’t notice

it worked at first but they noticed when her wig slipped while y’all were hugging goodbye

you and her got into an argument with your parents until she told them about how she’s trying to change from being evil

they liked that

note: oh my god it’s been so long i’m so so sorry! some crazy stuff has been going down recently so i’ve only just finished this post. hopefully i’ll be able to finish or at least start a couple others over the weekend or during lunch since schools started for me. just to be safe i’m just going to say that requests are going to take a bit, i’m sick and so is my cat, i have a viewing tomorrow and a funeral the next. but anyways, thank you for requesting darling 💕💕

#⋆ ★♟️— reply #descendants x reader #descendants imagine #mal x reader #evie x reader #descendants headcanons

[jessicaaatje]

WIP's

Hey,

I've got many requests in my inbox and they are still even from last year , so I decided to work them out. What can you expect in the coming days?

You are always welcome to request a fic, if you'll like to know for who I write chech this

WOSO

Alexia Putellas x Reader: R is on loan and they get a really good connection

Tobin Heath x Christen Press x baby!R (pulling a morgan p2): The team meeting reader

Christen Press x reader: The mystery of the froyo part 2

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Reader (platonic): R has ADHD

Descendants

Mal x Reader x Evie: Princess!R is sheltered and Mal and Evie show R how to let go

Pitch Perfect

Emily Junk x reader: Mom!R staying at Barden University and Emily going with the OG Bella's for the last time, and not feeling like it's her group

Station 19/ Grey's Anatomy

Carina DeLuca x reader: Carina is with Maya, but Maya cheats

Vic Hughes x reader: Vic becoming a stuttering mess around reader

#uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #christen press imagine #christen press x reader #uswnt imagines #request #alexia putellas #alexia putellas x reader #pitch perfect #emily junk #emily junk x reader #station 19 #vic hughes #vic hughes x reader #carina deluca #carina deluca x reader #disney descendants #mal x evie x reader

[goforshexgo]

Harry Hook has white boy rizz

#harry hook #harry hook descendants #jay descendants #evie descendants #mal descendants #descendants 2 #sea three #disney descendants #descendants gil headcanon #gil descendants #descendants fanfiction #descendents #carlos de vil #descendants x reader #descendants oc #disney #uma triskelion #gil legume #x reader #disney movies #fanfic #fanfiction #I LOVE HARRY HOOK #he's so bbygorl #and he wears eyeliner #AWOOGA

[theyluvlyss]

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A Princess in Goodness Class?

Summary: Mal and the VKs come to the island of Auradon, expecting prissy princesses and princes. But when Evie finds one that’s not like the rest, she’s determined to set Mal up.

Pairings: Mal x Fem!Reader, Evie x Reader (platonic), Ben x Reader (best friends, platonic obvi)

Genre: Holy Trinity (Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

Warnings: Homophobia (the word d*ke is used a lot by a bitchy blonde boy), mean parents, near death about three times, Maleficent is truly evil.

A/N: Reader is designed like me (masc-presenting, but with pressure to be fem). Also, I know that Amphitrite and Poseidon are a thing, but in this timeline, they are not. Also also, gods genes are so fucked that familial relationships by bloodline don’t exist, so... keep that in mind :)

*not my gif*

You hated school. Absolutely hated it. You were one of the only Auradon Kids that acted like a Villain Kid, doing anything you could to miss school. However, the motivation of your overbearing Mom was enough to keep you inside.

But you were pleasantly surprised to find yourself in the same chemistry class as the Evil Queen’s daughter, funnily named Evie, and you sat next to her whilst Doug sat on the other side. 

You had an agreement with your teachers - get the work done, and then you can go do what you like. But, your Mom had her own rules too; you would not be able to enter the ocean until the final bell rang, which she would know since she claimed she could always see you.

So, like it or not, you had to suffer through chemistry. 

Until…

“Hey. Hey. Oy.” 

You ignored the VK until she pulled out your earbud, earning her a glare from you. “What?” 

“Who’s the next in line here? For a throne?” She asked you, and you rolled your eyes.

“Couldn’t care less.” 

“Just tell me who.” She begged, and you sighed, looking around the room. 

“Chad Charming. Son of Prince Charming and Cinderella. Absolute airhead, don’t know what he’s doing in Chem.” You grumbled, noticing the teacher come up into your view.

“Y/N, can you tell me the atomic weight of Silver?” He asked you as he caught you talking.

“107.8682.” You answered.

“Nerd.” Chad remarked, the VK looking at you for a response.

She watched as a grin came upon your lips before a greenish-blue hue enveloped your irises, her head turning at the sound of Chad screeching and now had water stains on his pants. 

“What the hell, Salacia?!” He growled at you, but you stuck out your tongue. 

“Salacia?” Evie looked at you as Chad left, intrigued. 

You smirked at Evie and simply put your earbud back in your ear, finishing your last question before handing in the work and leaving. 

“See you later, Queenie.” You said as you ducked out of the room.

She turned to Doug, watching his answers carefully. “Who’s she?”

“Y/N? Daughter of Amphitrite.” He shrugged.

“Amphi-what-a?” Evie stammered. 

“Amphitrite. You know…?” Doug made a wave gesture with his hands but Evie still didn’t get it. 

“Amphitrite is the Queen of the Seas. Y/N is the princess.”

Evie’s eyes widened with intrigue, coincidentally timed with the ring of the recess bell, and she sprinted out of the room to find Mal. 

“M!” She found her by the gardens, drawing in her sketchbook.

“Hey, E.” The half-fae smiled at her. “What’s up?”

“I found the perfect match for you!” She squealed, sitting down with her mirror in hand.

“Mirror Mirror in my hand, show me Y/N Salacia.”

The glass swirled before your face came onto it, a focused turn in your lips whilst the background seemed familiar. Evie and Mal looked up and saw you walking across the garden, heading straight for the swimming pool.

“Let’s go!” Evie tried to pull Mal up onto her feet, but failed.

“No. I’m trying to stay focused on our mission.” Mal scowled, but it lessened as her friend gave her a knowing look.

“What? You think by drawing the wand over and over it’ll magically appear in your hand?” 

Mal glared at Evie before her eyes drifted to you as you stepped into the pool centre. “Okay, fine.”

Evie squealed once more before dragging Mal to the centre, opening the door to the stench of pool chemicals. She led Mal to the side as she heard your voice chattering away, a gurgled version of multiple voices coming back. 

“Hey hey hey, I know you all like the Surface World, but one at a time, please!” You chuckled, waiting for your siblings to get in line. 

One by one, they asked you about school, your job as the pool cleaner, how your friends were. You had no answers for the last question, as they were interrupted by the sound of talking behind you. 

“Who’s there?” You questioned sternly, pushing your hand through the mirage to make it stop.

You threw a spurt of water around the corner and two voices came back, one a familiar-toned squeal and another a brand new growl. You stepped around the corner to face Evie and her friend, the infamous Mal. 

“Hey Queenie. What are ya doing here?” You folded your arms, cocking your head to the side.

“Um… Nothing?” She offered.

“Hmm. Seems like you were eavesdropping.” 

“And so what if we were?” Mal snapped back, making you grin. 

“Nice to meet you too, Mal.”

“Who were you talking to?” Evie asked.

“My family.” 

“And where are they?”

“Under the sea.” 

Mal frowned at your short responses. “So why aren’t you under the sea too?”

“Because I have to learn how to be a princess, according to Mom.” You retorted. “They don’t really have that kind of schooling beneath the Surface World.”

Mal sighed as she had to take off her soaked jacket, glaring at you whilst Evie stepped in front of her. “So, now that we’re all friends, can we all play nice?”

You looked down at your phone. “Well, I actually have a class with you two.”

Evie snatched your phone from your hands, seeing the ‘Remedial Goodness’ title. “You, a princess, are taking a Goodness class?”

“What can I say? I don’t like being a pretty little thing for people to stare at.” You shrugged, taking back your phone as you grabbed your backpack.

“So, are we going or not?” 

---

Your brain felt like it was melting within your skull as you stared at the new writing Fairy Godmother wrote on the chalkboard. 

“Question 1: If someone hands you a crying baby, do you: A) Curse it? B) Lock it in a tower? C) Give it a bottle? Or D) Carve out its heart?”

You were falling asleep at this point, looking over at Evie hopelessly when she asked for option B again. You also glared at Fairy Godmother, because you knew that not only was this compulsory, but punishment for bursting the pipes in the girls bathrooms. 

“Mal?” Fairy Godmother pointed at the purple-haired girl.

“C, give it a bottle.” She replied without a thought. 

“You are on fire, girl!” Carlos remarked.

“Just pick the one that sounds the least fun.” She shrugged, earning an ‘ah’ from all of them.

“Miss G? When can I go home?” You raised your hand so that the bend of your wrist was no higher than the width of your chemistry textbook.

“When you finish filling out the blanked words on your sheet.” She passive-aggressively retorted.

You looked down at your sheet and sighed. “Miss G, it’s in English.”

She came up to your table and gasped in light shock. “So it is! I’ll have someone fix it for you.”

“You can’t read English?” Mal scoffed as Fairy Godmother got a runner to print your sheet properly.

“Can you read Ancient Greek?” You remarked, smirking at her silence.

“I thought not.”

After filling out your sheet, now in Ancient Greek, you handed it over and grabbed your backpack. “Later, VKs.”

“Bye, Y/N! Hope to see you in chemistry!” Evie waved goodbye whilst Jay and Carlos fawned over you.

The boys quickly sprinted out of the room whilst Fairy Godmother reconsidered having you in their class, the two catching up quite quickly. “Y/N! Y/N, wait!”

You spun around on your toes by your locker. “Hey, guys.”

They both scrambled over talking to you, but then a hand came to yours and spun you back around, Chad now in your space. “Ready for our date?”

“What ‘date’?” You scoffed.

“Chemistry. Come on, Y/N, a princess has to do some work to earn her title.” He smirked.

You dropped your books into your locker and his eyes widened when yours glowed, water wrapping around his waist before he was dunked into the fountain. When he rose, you were standing in front of him.

“Get it through your thick skull, asshole! I don’t like boys!” You snarled.

“You sick dyke!” He snarled back, only to get a fist to the face.

“Y/N!” 

You turned at Fairy Godmother’s shout of your name, scowling at her but she could see the hurt in your glowing eyes. She walked down to you calmly as your breathing moved your torso, her hand coming to your shoulder in comfort. 

“Chad, apologise.” She demanded as he stood, soaked.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He mumbled, shy under the gaze of the powerful woman. 

You scoffed without a word as he left, knowing he didn’t really mean it whilst your attention fell to Fairy Godmother. “Y/N, I’m sorry, but that’s another week of Goodness class.”

“But-!” You protested, yet she silenced you.

“I know. He will get punished. But your mother gave strict instructions to-”

You stormed away from her, clouds threatening above with thunder and lightning. Mal and Evie watched as you made your way to the grounds, magic shooting up your body to dress yourself in the school’s tourney uniform. 

“She’s on the team?!” Carlos and Jay shouted in unison.

---

After the game, in which you were taken down by a Sherwood Falcon player, you left before Ben did his little performance shtick to Mal. You were sitting in the nurse’s office, quietly healing your rib with a cup of water, before the door barged open and you lost focus.

“Hey, Y/N- oh, that looks nasty.” Evie cut herself off.

“Yes, and I was trying to heal it.” You grumbled, looking down at the water in dismay and annoyance.

“Crying over spilt water?” Mal jeered, but she didn’t get a playful glare from you.

“It’s seawater. I need it when I’m injured otherwise- Agh!” You winced, lifting your shirt to see the dark purple bruise on your torso again.

“Damn, that looks bad. What is it?” Mal questioned, coming closer.

“Broken rib. I need to heal it properly before it screws up.” You gestured for her to move back before you tried to lift the water off of the ground. 

“Agh!” You winced again, not noticing the concern in Mal’s eyes. 

“Can you just… go to my room? There’s a tank of seawater there.” You handed over the cup to Evie.

“Magic Mirror, take me to Y/N’s room.” She asked it as it rested in her palm, leaving promptly.

You slowly took off the rest of your padding before you felt light fingers on your torso, seeing Mal’s glowing eyes scanning your ribs. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You warned, glaring your own magical eyes. 

“Just be still.” She grumbled, placing a hand over the bruise.

You felt your magic connect to hers, watching her eyes glisten like your own before you jumped back. The feeling in your chest had frazzled you, concern in her eyes. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” You looked down to see your bruise reduced to light blue, green and yellow.

“What was that-?”

“I’m back!” Evie barged through the door again, holding the cup of full seawater to your delight.

“Oh, thanks, Queenie!” You hugged her one-sidedly and took the water into your hand, holding it by your torso before it glowed.

When your hand pulled away, Mal and Evie were shocked to see the bruise completely gone. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, before you slid off your jersey to hear two short gasps.

“You can look. I’m confident in my body, unlike the other girls that go here.”

Whilst Evie watched Mal, Mal watched you. The way your muscles moved underneath your skin, how your broad shoulders held your stature. She really only averted her eyes when your shirt blocked her view, the grey simplicity and the Auradon Prep logo on your breast pocket snapping her out of her thoughts.

“I will see you girls, uh… at a later date.” You shrugged, leaving the nurse’s office.

Evie grinned as Mal watched you leave, a squeal leaving the navy-haired girl. “You were gawking!”

“I was not.” Mal grumbled.

Evie simply kept the memory to herself as she guided Mal back to their room.

----

A knock came to your door and when you opened it, you grinned. “Hey, Princey.”

“Hey, Y/N.” Ben grinned at you.

“What do ya need?”

“A friend. And some help.” He continued when you raised your eyebrows.

“I thought so. You have plenty of that first part.” 

“Yeah, but you’re my best friend.” 

You smirked as you sat back down at your desk, picking your pencil back up to continue your Latin homework. “Like I said before, what do you need my help with?”

“Can you help me set up a date with Mal?” 

You looked back up at him. “You’re gonna ask her out?”

“Yeah. Why not? We’re already going to the coronation together.” He shrugged.

“Alright. Where are you gonna take her?” 

He hesitated. “The Enchanted Lake.” 

You gasped playfully. “That’s my spot, you dork!”

He chuckled. “You don’t mind that I’m gonna use it for a bit?”

“No, it’s fine.” You grinned.

With your magic, you helped Ben plan his wonderful date. The picnic was all set up on the ruined stone, many fruits and sweets alike being transported by your magic. You eventually heard him coming, Mal’s giggles echoing on the rocks, and you silently dove into the water. 

At your command, your legs merged into your tail, a creamy seafoam colour at the top that faded into a bright sea green comparable to the shallow of a cove. Your chest stayed covered in your clothes, the material now floating aimlessly in the water, before you came to rest behind the rocks per Ben’s request. 

However, what wasn’t under your command was the tiara that came upon your head, adorned with pearls and gems alike. You hated wearing it, but it was a part of your form, so you had no choice.

The date went well, as far as you knew. You saw Ben come into your view as he climbed around the rocks, looking down at you.

*Can you get the glowy rock for me, please?* He asked and you sighed.

*Go on.* 

As he jumped into the water, you controlled the currents to bring it to him. Suddenly, a melodic voice echoed around you and you turned to see Mal as the origin of it.

Her voice soared up and down the octaves, the painful but beautiful song hitting you right in the heart. How could this girl be so evil yet so… alluring? 

“If only…” She sang a few times, your voice compelled to join at a lower octave so as to not let her hear you. 

When she came to face the lake, you shuffled back and watched her sit. Suddenly though, you realised that Ben had been gone for too long. 

*Ben? Where are you?*

*Still searching for it. Just wait a second.* He replied in your mind, but Mal didn’t have a second as she dove into the water, thrashing about.

*Ben, get your ass back here! Mal doesn’t know how to swim!*

*What?! But she lives on an island!*

*With a barrier!*

You watched painfully as Mal continued thrashing about, her head ducking under the water a few times until she began to sink. Air bubbles began to surface and your eyes began to flicker, the water swirling around you.

*Crap! I can see her but I’m too far away!*

*Fuck it.* You swore, diving into the water.

It was just as clear as above the surface, if not clearer, and you swam over to Mal. Her eyes were fluttering, half-closed, and you looked back up at the surface. Even if you wanted to, she could suffer altitude sickness - the Enchanted Lake was mysterious in that way.

So, you did the only logical thing you could think of. 

You kissed her.

You felt your magic pour into it as it changed your carbon dioxide breath into life-giving oxygen, whilst you slowly swam her up to the surface. When you breached it and laid her down on the stone, she began to cough and you pulled away.

“Hold still, Mal.” You murmured, your hand hovering over her chest.

Her half-open eyes watched as water drained carefully from her lungs, not a scratch in her throat as you threw away the ball which not-so-coincidentally hit Ben in the face. He watched as Mal registered your presence, looking down to see your tail hanging over the side.

“What the hell?! What are you doing here?!” She snapped at you.

“Saving your life, apparently.” You barked back.

“I asked her to be here.” Ben interrupted your fight, watching your eyes wander away from her.

“Are you okay?”

“You scared me!” She hit his arm. “And now, I’m soaking wet!”

“Y/N can fix that for you if you want-”

“Nuh-uh. Prissy princess can go back to her stupid lake and stop creeping on dates!” She gestured to your tiara.

Mal watched you fume, but like Fairy Godmother, she saw hurt in your eyes. Much more than when Chad called you a dyke. 

“Mal, that’s not fair.” Ben scolded lightly, but you put a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t.” You calmly stated.

Mal watched as you shuffled off of the stone, noticing how the tips of your tail were creamy like the top of it before you disappeared underwater.

“Mal, that wasn’t nice. Y/N is my best friend.” He sighed in defeat.

“Yeah, well…” She trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Both of them felt the awkwardness on the ride back to school.

----

At your next Goodness class, you sat awkwardly as the four VKs talked to their parents. Whilst they were occupied, you watched Fairy Godmother sit down next to you, looking at your drawing of your tiara.

“Do you know if Amphitrite will be attending Family Day, Y/N?” She asked you sweetly.

“She never comes. Why should I bother asking her again?” You shrugged.

“What about Poseidon? Maybe one of your siblings?”

Mal turned around as Carlos conversed with his mum, noticing your frustration. Her emerald eyes glowed and your head shot up to meet hers, eyes also glowing. 

*Talk to your mom, Mal.* You scolded in her mind.

*Are you-*

*Don’t ask me that question.*

Mal frowned at you before you shot up, shocking Fairy Godmother. She left the group and her mother, telling Fairy Godmother to stay, whilst she found you as your bedroom door slammed.

“Y/N?” She knocked on your door.

“Go away, Mal.” 

She heard your sniffle and quietly unlocked your door, opening it to see you standing with your head hung low. She slowly walked over to you and placed a hand on your back, yours catching her wrist as you spun quickly.

“Don’t touch me.” You snipped.

“Y/N, why are you crying?”

“I hate this place! I don’t want to be here any more than you do!”

You sank onto your bed and Mal watched painfully as more tears spilled. “Your parents can’t come, they have no choice - mine choose not to come.” 

She sat down on the end of your bed, unsure of how to comfort you other than a hand on your ankle. She felt you freeze for a moment before her thumb began to move back and forth, the soothing touch bringing your mind to a halt.

“Can I… Would you, uh… Would you like to join us on Family Day?” She asked slowly.

You sat up. “You’d let me do that?”

“Of course. We gotta stick together.” She nudged your shoulder and you smirked half-heartedly.

“I’m not a Villain kid, Mal.”

“No, but you’re close enough. Not quite Villain, not quite Auradon.” She grinned, tucking a strand of hair out of your face.

“I think it’s quite cute.”

You chuckled softly, the honeyed sound sweet to her ears. “Thanks, Mal.”

“I’ll come and get you in the morning, okay?” 

You nodded as she stood, watching her close the door before locking it again with her magic. You lay down on the bed, hoping that Family Day would be better with them by your side.

----

You stood at the top of the staircase, dressed in the colours of your tail to represent your family, and walked with Evie’s arm linked in yours. You greeted some of the others you’d not seen before, many of them admiring your outfit, before you came to a stop in front of the chocolate fountain. 

You reached out to touch a strawberry to the chocolate before you felt a piercing by your temple, looking up at the sky with a hidden middle finger as you ate the strawberry plainly.

“Ooh, save some for me, please.” Mal greeted you.

“Hey, you used the word please.” You remarked, grinning as she took a bite of the delicious strawberry. 

“I’m getting there.” She smirked as she looked at the badge on your chest - Princess Y/N Salacia.

“What’s the badge for?” 

“All princesses have to have one. Unfortunately, that applies to me.” You shrugged.

She grinned, adjusting it slightly so it was lop-sided. “There. Much better.”

You shook your head playfully before she was called away, watching Evie as she walked over to you. “Nice badge.” She smirked, but you saw dismay in her eyes.

“Close your eyes.” You asked, which she did.

You gently touched your fingers to your badge and then to her hands, watching her eyes widen with happiness as she saw a badge of her own - Princess Evie Grimhilde.

“How did you know my last name?” She looked at you.

“A demi-goddess knows a few things.” You smiled, giving her a hug before the call for croquet sounded.

“Hey Y/N, wanna play against me?” Jay offered.

“Oh, I’ll match that!” Ben came over, letting Mal go with Evie.

“Sure, boys. But be prepared to eat my dust.” You grinned, grabbing a croquet mallet. 

You watched the boys try and beat you, but your accuracy was too much for them. “What the hell, Salacia?” Ben grumbled playfully.

“When you train for a few hundred years under the sea, the Surface World is so much easier.” You grinned, watching Jay react to your age.

“You’re… what?!” He exclaimed, making you chuckle.

“316 years old, Jay. Mom’s a few hundred million, so I would say that I will outlive you all before I die.” You smirked.

You felt a small tickle on your wrist before you turned in its direction, noticing Mal smiling at you. You waved at her, gesturing for her to come and play, but she shook her head.

*I’ll wait until you guys are done. I’m still trying to get used to this thing.* She wiggled her croquet handle loosely and you chuckled.

*Alright then.*

*Don’t take too long, Grandma.* She teased.

*So you heard?* You asked, to which she nodded until someone on her end interrupted your mental conversation. 

You watched as Jay hit the ball too hard, shaking your head as you walked to hit it. There weren't enough balls to go around, so you and Jay had decided to share turns on his.

“You?!” 

You looked up to see Mal frightened, Audrey and Queen Leah looking at her, one with anger and one with fear. 

“How are you here? And how have you stayed so young?” 

“Queen Leah, it’s alright.” You stood upright.

“Maleficent is still on the island.” Ben came to your side, holding Mal by her shoulders. “This is her daughter, Mal. Don’t you remember my proclamation to give the new generation a chance?”

“A chance to what, Ben? Destroy us?”

You stepped forward. “Queen Leah, if I may-”

“No, you may not.” She snapped.

“You remember, don’t you? The poison apples? And the spells?! The spells…” She trailed off.

“I do remember, Queen Leah.” You muttered, feeling a gentle tickle of Mal’s magic by your hand.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Evie came to your other side.

“My daughter was raised by fairies because of your mother’s curse.” Queen Leah scolded Mal.

“So her first words, her first steps… I missed it all!” 

You pushed Evie back a bit, concern in her expression as she looked at your stiffened neck. 

Mal stepped forward. “Hey, I’m so-”

“Go away! Stay away from her!” Chad stepped in.

“Don’t do this, Chad.” Ben warned him.

“What? They were raised by their parents, Ben. What do you think villains teach their kids, huh? Kindness? Fair play? No way, okay? Uh-uh.”

He turned to Mal. “You stole another girl’s boyfriend.”

“Hey, hey!” Ben huffed.

“You enjoy hurting people.” He pointed at Jay, turning to Evie.

“Chad…” You growled, glowing your eyes at him.

“And you… you’re nothing but a gold digger, and a cheater.” Chad pointed at Evie.

“Princess Y/N…” Queen Leah warned you, your eyes turning to her.

“Mirror Mirror in my hand, who’s the biggest jerk in the land?!” Evie asked her mirror before it showed Chad.

“What? Come on!” He batted away her hand.

“Back off, Chad!” Jay growled as he shoved Chad back.

Your very short fuse blew. “ENOUGH!” 

Water rose from the opposing fountains and collided together to make a clear wall, watching the two groups stagger back at your display of power. You checked over Mal and the other VKs, going back to Mal briefly before you turned to face the others.

“What kind of princess protects villains? Huh?” Chad taunted.

“Shut up, Chad.” You grumbled.

“I’ll tell you what kind - a ‘shellfish’, bitchy, dyke.” 

Your eyes glowed brighter and spikes protruded from the wall, all pointing at Chad. “Call me a dyke one more time.” You snarled.

You looked down when a tickle formed on your chest, a small hand hovering a few centimetres away. “Y/N, don’t.” Mal looked at you carefully.

“Yeah, Y/N, listen to her.” Chad edged you on, the spikes growing sharper and closer to him.

“Y/N!” Mal put her hand on your chest and you looked down at her.

“I said don’t.” She calmly stated, all whilst you breathed heavily as anger coursed through you instead of ichor.

“Why not? When will he learn from his mistakes? When will any of you learn from your mistakes?!” You called to the crowd around you.

“Yes, I’m gay. So what?! I am next in line for the Throne of the Seas!”

You glared at Chad and his smug smirk whilst you lowered the walls of water back into their fountains. “If you don’t learn from your mistakes by then… I will rain monsoons on your pathetic kingdom.” 

You took Mal’s hand off of your chest but held it as you grabbed Evie’s, leading them towards the stairs. 

“And Ben…” You turned to your best friend.

“You’ve seen my angry side once. Make sure he is punished otherwise you will see it only once more.”

----

You sat on the small table on the side of the park as the Auradon Kids and Villain Kids sat at their respective tables, your eyes searching Mal’s lost ones.

*Are you okay?* You murmured in her mind, her eyes focusing onto you.

*Don’t ask me that question.* 

*Okay. How are you feeling?*

*Not that one either.*

You sighed, folding your arms onto your table as you rested your head on it, laying it to the side to see her smile softly. *There it is.*

*What?* She asked you, turning around to see nothing out of the ordinary.

*Your smile, dummy.* You giggled.

*What about it?* 

*It’s much better than those princesses that practice theirs in a mirror.* 

She shook her head playfully whilst looking at you. *Aren’t you one of those princesses?*

You raised your eyebrows momentarily. *I don’t practice.*

*Ah. So you just smile like that naturally? That lop-sided grin with a little dimple?*

*Me? A dimple? Look who’s talking!*

You watched her laugh with her mouth covered, your own chuckle too far away for her to hear. Mal watched you too, noticing how the colour in your magical irises seemed to swirl like whirlpool and it made her think about her own eyes.

*Just because I have a mother who cannot decide on a favourite colour, doesn’t mean your magic isn’t less beautiful.* You complimented.

*In fact, green is my favourite colour.*

*Then I’m like your mother. I can’t decide between purple, green and black.* She smirked.

You looked her up and down once. *I’ve noticed.*

“Doug!” 

Your thoughts were pulled out of Mal’s mind as you watched Doug try to talk to Evie, their blooming relationship adorable, but Chad was being a menace again. You walked up to him and gripped him by the chin, pushing him into his chair.

“Look guys! Y/N’s trying to be a bad guy!” Chad teased.

“You want me to be the bad guy? Fine, now I’m the bad guy.” You growled, making it storm on top of him whilst you stayed completely dry. 

“Y/N.” Mal warned you, a single glance having you let go of his chin, bruises already forming.

“Good luck covering that up with makeup.” You remarked.

“Good luck with your face tomorrow then.” Audrey smirked at you.

“Yeah. I mean honestly, how ugly can a princess get?” Jane smirked too, but they both froze when you smirked.

*Beware, forswear, undo Jane’s hair.* You heard Mal’s mind mutter before Jane screamed, her hair returned to its natural bob state.

“Ha ha!” You cackled mischievously. 

Mal’s hand came to rest on your back. “There’s a lot more where that came from.” She dared the girls.

“Excuse me, who do you think you are?” Audrey accepted.

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” 

Audrey watched as your eyes glowed brightly, a water ball coming into your hand as you muttered a foreign language. The girls instantly ran, with Chad’s hand held tightly in Audrey’s grip.

Mal turned to you as the water fell through your hands, giggles stopping air from coming into your lungs. A few seconds later, you took some deep breaths, clearing your eyes of tears. “What kind of spell was that?” She asked.

You chuckled whilst wiping the last tear. “That’s what’s funny - there is no spell. I just said a few random words in Latin. Pig, tree, water, Greek, pillow.”

Carlos, Jay and Evie all grinned at you before you hugged Mal with one arm, kissing her forehead. *Nobody makes fun of you on my watch… Princess Malificent Bertha.* Your voice echoed in her head.

*I’m not a princess.* She scoffed at you.

*Daughter of the Queen of the Moors? I think that counts.* You replied.

“I have to go and get fitted for my dress. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” You bid them all goodbye before leaving.

“Who are you going to choose, Mal?” Evie scolded lightly.

“What?” 

“Y/N or Ben? You can’t have both.”

Mal sighed, walking away from the group towards the kitchens. She knew she had to choose, but she didn’t want to hurt either of you.

So who would it be? 

Future King of Auradon? 

Or Future Queen of the Seas?

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Mal sat nervously upon the horse and carriage, her dress a stunning shade of lilac as she sat next to Ben, last night’s creation in her hand.

“Don’t be nervous.” Ben took her hand. “All you have to do is sit there and look beautiful. No problem there.”

Mal chuckled. “Thank you.”

She watched his knee bounce before he spoke again. “Mal, would you wear my ring?”

“Um… Not now.” She took her hand out of his. “I think it would probably just fall right off of me.”

She silently offered him the anti-love potion muffin, telling him when to take it but he swallowed it whole on the first chance he’d gotten. 

Mal fretted. “Do you still have… Those… Strong feelings for me?”

“Well, let’s give the anti-love potion a few minutes to take effect.” He licked his fingers.

She nodded slowly. “Yeah, okay… Wait, what?! You knew?”

“Yeah, I knew.”

“Okay, I can explain myself.”

He smirked at her. “No, look, it’s fine. You had a crush on me, I was with Audrey, you didn’t trust that it would happen on its own. Am I right?”

“Yes. Yes, you are so right.”

He took her hand. “Good. Because I think I know why you gave me that anti-love potion muffin.”

He watched Mal blush before he chuckled. “Y/N is a beautiful girl. All I ask of you is that you treat her with respect, care, and honesty. She doesn’t get much of it because of her Mom and her status as the heir to the Throne of the Seas.”

Mal sighed, watching him grab a bottle of water hidden in the secret compartment. He dropped his ring into the bottle, but to Mal’s surprise, it fizzled up into nothing.

“Where’d it go?” She asked.

“To the only place I trust it to be.” He smirked.

He gave her another, a slimmer ring with a gem that swirled with sea green and purple. She gasped at the sight of it. “What…?”

“Wear it if you want. It matches your eyes and your dress.” He complimented her.

Mal followed him out of the carriage when it came to a stop, counting every step so she didn’t fall until she came to the small break in the staircase. She curtsied to the King and Queen, both of them dressed regally before an usher brought her away.

“This way.” He gestured for her to enter first.

The ballroom was massive - the ceiling stretched up high to fit the grand mosaic of Belle dancing with the King in his beastly form, as well as the choir members and her friends along with Auradon’s people. She was guided to her place at the front row, only for a small gasp of shock to leave her lips.

There you stood, in a gown as regal as your status. The cream and sea green fabrics laced well together, your hands without gloves unlike other princesses. Your tiara from the lake shone brightly on your head, your eyes drifting towards her with a gentle smile.

*Hey.* You muttered timidly in her mind.

*Hey. You look…* Mal trailed off, unable to describe your beauty, nor the fluttering feeling in her heart.

*So do you.* You chuckled, looking back up at the front doors and a few set of cameras.

*Why are you up there?*

*Mom couldn’t come, so I’m taking her place as the one to bless the new king. Who just so happens to be my best friend, and I’m supposed to do this first try, on camera, in front of millions of people-*

*Y/N.* 

You felt your hand be tickled before you looked down at Mal, noticing her soft smile as her emerald eyes shone. *Just breathe.* She murmured.

*Thanks for this, Mal.* You replied just as softly.

*I’m gonna be right here if you need someone to talk to.* 

You nodded your head ever so slightly before the doors opened, a slow breath coming from you as Ben saw you. You gave him a little wave, to which he did back, before he slowly made his way to you, the crowd bowing like a tidal wave that slowly hurtled towards you.

Fairy Godmother gently placed the King’s crown on top of Ben’s head before you stepped forward. “Do you solemnly swear never to exploit our oceans, never to greatly disturb our seas, protect our kingdom and our alliance whilst you reign?”

“I do solemnly swear.” He smiled at you as you touched a finger to the Beast's head upon the crown.

*Great job, Y/N.* Ben told you.

*Thanks. Getting sweaty palms though.* You replied sheepishly as you stepped back.

Fairy Godmother slowly took her wand from the Queen and stood in front of Ben, blessing him in her own way. After he swore to protect Auradon, she lifted her wand to tap his crown, sealing the blessing.

But it was snatched from her by Jane, and lightning shot out of the end of it, smashing a window. You created a wall of water around the King, Queen, and Fairy Godmother, your eyes shining brightly.

But they flickered when Mal stole the wand from Jane, holding it like a tiny sword. You lowered the wall around the trio by the King’s request, your gown bubbling into a shorter version.

“Mal… What are you doing?” You stepped down carefully towards her.

“Give me the wand.”

“Stand back!” She warned you.

“I told you so!” Audrey grumbled and when Mal turned to point it at her, your wall of water blocked her off.

You looked at Evie, Jay and Carlos as they ran up behind Mal, the young half-fae’s eyes seeing the hurt in yours. “No, no, do not give me that look!” 

“Mal, you’re really going to do this?” Your broken tone muttered.

“We have no choice, Y/N!” She cried.

“Our parents-”

“Your parents made their choice, just as mine made theirs. They have no power over you here, Mal, and I know you might not believe it because I didn’t initially either. But you do have a choice.”

You took a step towards her and she didn’t flinch. “I think… I think I wanna be good.”

“You are good.” You retorted.

“How do you know that?!” She sniffled.

“Because I see you, Mal. I see through the shields you put up to push people away, because believe it or not, I did the same. I see you… and I love what I see.” 

Gasps came from around the hall, but none of them had your attention like Mal had yours. 

Mal still held a grip on the wand, something the others in the hall were acutely aware of, but all you saw were broken children, neglected and manipulated by their evil parents. 

The Evil Queen cared only for beauty, even when Evie was extremely intelligent. Cruella De Vil could only see the ancestry of dogs, but Carlos saw the love in their companionship. Jafar craved power, whereas Jay craved sports.

And Mal… Maleficent deprived her of love.

You were more than willing to show yours to her.

“I don’t want to take over the world. It doesn’t make me happy.” Mal’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I want to go to school… And be with Y/N.”

Your head lifted from the ground as more gasps came from the surrounding audience. She turned around, and a tear fell as she gestured to the ring on her hand. 

“Because Y/N makes me really happy.” She tearfully admitted.

She turned back to her friends, fist extended in the middle of them. “I choose good, you guys.”

“I choose good too.” Jay smiled softly, bumping fists.

“I choose good.” Evie chuckled, adding her fist too.

Carlos hesitated before looking up at you. “So, just to be clear, we don’t have to be worried about how mad our parents will be? Because they’re going to be really really mad.”

You chuckled, shaking your head with your laughter. “Your parents can’t reach you here, Carlos.”

“Okay then. Good.” He added his fist.

Mal looked over at you. “Come here.” She gestured with her head and you added your fist, nuzzling her temple with your nose whilst the crowd erupted into cheers.

*Thank you for choosing good, Mali.* You muttered in her mind.

*That name is not sticking.* She retorted.

Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder came from above you, but you were not the one to generate it. Green smoke swirled like a rollercoaster before landing behind you, with Ben pulling you back by the wrist.

“I’m back!” Maleficent sang wickedly.

“Go away, Mother.” Mal groaned, even whilst she laughed. 

“She’s funny. Oh, I’m so… You’re very funny.” Maleficent snorted.

“Wand me. Chop-chop.”

Mal pointed the wand to Maleficent before throwing it to Fairy Godmother.

“Bibbity-bobbity-”

“Boo.” Maleficent interrupted before her staff glowed, freezing everyone except for herself and the VKs.

She wandered over to your still form, smirking as she took off your tiara. “Ah, the power of a demi-goddess and yet, still can’t break through!” She put it back on your head, albeit crooked.

“Now, where shall we start? Oh, I know!” She pointed the wand at Mal before your ring came flying off of her hand.

“Perfect fit!” Maleficent exclaimed, yet Mal’s eyes pricked with tears.

“Falling in love with a half-fish dyke? Really? Falling in love is not what you want, dearie.”

“You don’t know what I want!” Mal tearfully whined. “Mom, have you ever once asked me what I want? I’m not you!”

“Well obviously! I’ve had years and years and years and... years of practice being evil. You’ll get there.”

“No, I will not.” Mal rebutted. “And I really wish that you had never gotten there yourself. Love is not weak, or ridiculous. It’s actually really amazing.”

She looked over at your still form, noticing how your head had moved slightly. Was that when Maleficent adjusted your tiara?

Anger bubbled in her. “And now I command, wand to my hand!”

Maleficent struggled to keep it in her hand, and eventually failed, pacing around. “Give me the wand, give me the wand!”

“No!” Mal barked back.

“You all... will regret this!” Maleficent howled before green smoke enveloped her, spreading higher and higher.

And then Mal felt a soft hand take hers, looking up to see you standing on shaky legs. “Y/N?! How are you awake?!”

“Demi-goddess.” You grinned at her before a wince left your lips.

“What’s happening?!”

“Don’t worry about me. Fight your Mother, end this.” You kissed her forehead before you threw a spurt of water at the newly formed dragon.

“Hey, you fugly Fae! Fuck you!” You flipped her off before Mal stepped in front of you.

You sent power through your hand on her shoulder as she cast her spell, three chants working to put her Mother into a small lizard state. The quartet rushed down to see the commotion as Fairy Godmother was freed.

But when the rest were freed, Ben’s roar was cut short by your agonising wail. 

“Y/N!” He raced up to you before Mal could, her dress holding her down. 

“Y/N, what’s happening?!” She asked, kneeling down beside you.

Your dress began to fade as your legs merged together, your tail drier than anything in that room. You leaned into Mal as your breaths became shorter, pain rushing through your body as if hot knives had replaced your bloodstream.

“Ow ow ow ow ow…” You muttered repeatedly.

“She needs to get to a body of salt water.” Fairy Godmother ordered, but there was none nearby.

“Hold on, Y/N. Just hold on.” Mal kissed your temple softly, helping Ben carry you to a car.

They left the back doors open so your tail could extend, but the sun wasn’t helping, making you curl in on yourself. You grabbed onto Mal’s dress and she listened carefully when your mind prodded hers.

*Maleficent… She was taking my magic to fuel herself. I need… I need it back, Mal…*

Mal felt your mind fade away just as the car came to a grinding stop, the enchanted lake just below. Ben and Mal hurriedly brought you to the top of it, the breaks between your breaths getting longer and longer.

“Hurry!” The King and Queen fretted.

Ben and Mal looked at each other before they jumped off, you in their arms. Ben came floating back to the top, having let go of you, and he watched you and Mal sink.

“NO!” He roared above the surface.

Yet, all Mal heard was silence. She held onto you as you sank deeper and deeper, darkness surrounding her. She held onto you and closed her eyes, a spectacle happening around her that she couldn’t even see.

Her magic stretched out of her and enveloped you both, the remnants of your magic being gripped by her tendrils. Steadily, your magical wisps began to grow in size until you both shared half, your eyes opening to adjust to your surroundings.

“Mal!” You exclaimed, watching her eyes flutter shut.

“No no no no no! Come on, come on!” You lightly slapped her cheeks, but that just let air out.

Then your mind kicked in.

And you kissed her.

You forced the water out of her mouth, pushing the oxygen into her lungs with force each time. You didn’t stop until you felt her hands hitting your shoulder sluggishly, her eyes opening to see you.

“You’re okay. By the seas, you’re okay!” You hugged her tightly.

“Yeah, I’m- speaking underwater?!” She gasped for air but you grabbed her wrists.

“It’s okay, I can do that. Make other people breathe underwater for a period of time.” You clarified when she looked confused.

“You scared me.” Mal slapped your shoulder and you chuckled.

“I’m sorry, Mali.”

She shook her head at you before pressing her forehead on yours. “You’re so dumb.”

“I still make you happy though.” You retorted.

She nodded. “So happy.”

You held her by the waist as magic swirled around you both, her dress disappearing as a shorter version revealed itself. She looked down at your tail as swirls began to litter it, looking back up at your love-sick smile.

“What are those?” She pointed at your tail.

“Oh! It’s my royal markings.” You shrugged.

“My my, Princess Y/N Salacia. How beautiful they are.” She teased, watching you grin.

“All the better to place you by my side, Princess Malificent Bertha.” 

Mal’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

You nodded. “We have this thing, back at home, where we can only communicate telepathically with two important people in our lives. Our closest friend… and our soulmate.” 

She nuzzled in close to you, watching your tail swish back and forth as you slowly swam to the surface. “Good luck with Ben. He’s a handful.”

You snickered at her remark, only for your heads to pop out of the water to be met with cheers from Ben and the royals.

“I love you, Mal.” You murmured as your hand came to hold her cheek.

“I love you, Y/N.” She replied. “Now, I’m freezing, and I believe there’s an afterparty.”

You chuckled at her antics before swimming to the stones, helping her out first. You then lifted yourself easily out, your tail converting back to legs whilst your markings from before travelled to your arms.

You held Mal all the way back to the royal afterparty, letting her have a little nap whilst she leaned on you. Her breathing was steady, her body was warm, and her heart was full.

It was enough to send you to sleep too.

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A/N - Definitely didn’t stay up until 2:30 because this idea came to me right before I fell asleep. Noooooooooooooo. 

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