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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Hello there! Love the actor au very much! How about Gil is watching Thena while she is doing a scene? Pretty sure he is mesmerized by her look, her presence and acting skills too!

Gil was staring. Everyone was.

Thena was in the middle of a few glamour shots, meant just to capture her natural beauty in their current work. It was a fantasy thing--she was a beautiful creature of nature, with massive wings they would CGI onto her in post.

A flower crown sat on her perfect sunshine hair, there were a few real little bunnies hopping around. A few green blobs were also scattered around in order to animate them into more fantastical creatures. It was quite different from the roles he had done with her before.

He was playing a royal guard, in charge of protecting the queen, who would turn out to be evil by the end of it. He hadn't had many scenes with Thena yet, but even just being on the same set with her put him more at ease.

"Sometimes," Thena murmured in the scene to her little bunny friends, as well as the young actor playing the fish out of water who had stumbled into her little forest. "People want for things they know they can't have."

"But why, your majesty?" the kid asked in - to his ear - a pretty mediocre accent. They couldn't find an actual English accent?

Thena sighed, stroking one of the bunnies that seemed to have really taken a liking to her. Gil had to keep his laughter in; furry animals weren't really Thena's thing. She was staying in the scene really well, but he was certain they would have to get them all off her once they cut before she freaked out.

"We are not so different from humans," she murmured, extending her vowels in a received pronunciation that she had mastered early on in her career. "They are capable of insatiable greed. But do we not also want for things just out of reach?"

Gil sighed.

"But, your majesty," the kid scooched a little closer on the fake forest floor they had constructed. "You are the most powerful fae around."

The kid's tiny hand floated up, stroking what would be a shimmering white feathered wing in the final film. For now, it was just the empty air between them.

Gil smiled; Thena moved her shoulders faintly, as one would when a part of their body was adjusting itself. It would look great when the wings were 'on her'.

Thena pursed her lips (a personal habit that made its way into her characters every once in a while). "Power does not equal strength, and strength does not guarantee things going the way you might like. There are things I want that my power will never help me attain."

She looked off into the distance, longing written all over her face. Although her eyes landed on Gil, in the distance, behind the blinding lights on the scene. Her lips twitched into a smile. "The heart wants what it wants, child. It longs for things it once had, no matter how you tell it not to."

"And...cut!"

Thena smiled as the kid was pulled away for a mandatory union break. She remained sitting, still encircled by free roaming little bunnies.

Gil chuckled, walking right up to the soundstage and being careful of any wandering cotton balls. The wranglers were already rushing out to collect up the vulnerable little creatures. Gil knelt down beside her and reached out a hand, "your Majesty?"

"Very funny," Thena chided him lightly as she took his hand. "My legs are asleep after all those takes."

Gil waited in that position until all the rabbits were collected up and clear from danger. Once the wranglers were all clear he moved back to his feet, pulling Thena up with him. She laughed as he swung her around in his arms. "You got it?"

"Ah!" she bit her lip as she tried to firm up her knees, "pins and needles!"

"Okay," he laughed, as if he needed that excuse to sweep her up in his arms and walk off with her bridal style. "Let's go."

"Gil!" Thena laughed as he made his way down the stairs and towards their chairs. They initially weren't anywhere near each other, but they had both moved them together subtly over the course of several days.

"Well, we can't have the fae queen wobbling around like a fawn," he teased, and received a poke in the cheek for it. She could have smacked him on the arm but he was in his 'armour' for his scene.

"You are supposed to be allied to a different queen," Thena pointed out as he deposited her right into her chair, flowing white dress and all.

Gil sat himself next to her, as he always did. "Well, she does turn out to be plotting, like, magical mass murder by the end of this. So maybe I should reconsider some shit in my guard life."

Thena just shook her head at him, pushing back the mane of hair she had, and which was made even longer by the extensions they had woven into it. "I won't miss this, I can say that much."

Gil helped her sort the mass of hair out of her way as she picked up her script and her bottle of water. "What did make you take this?"

"Hm?"

"Well," he shrugged, the replica armour he was wearing clanking faintly against itself as he did. "It's not really your usual thing. Especially the benevolent fairy queen part."

Thena raised a brow at him with a smirk, "are you saying being the beautiful queen of the enchanted forest doesn't suit me?"

"Come on," he gave her a nudge. Their laughter died down and he lowered his voice, "really, though."

Thena tucked some of her hair, and what was attached to it, behind her ear. Her smile became bashful as she looked down at her open scrip on her lap. "Well...I wanted something in between action films. And...when you told me you were signed on-"

Gil's eyes lit up visibly.

"Stop it," she murmured, sticking her finger in between the plates of plastic armour on his shoulder just to give him a good poke. "Why did you take this, then?"

Gil shrugged. "I mean, my part is relatively small. I was told my shoot time would be half of what it usually is. And I get to be a literal knight in shining armour!"

"Well, you do come over to my side by the end of it," Thena murmured, flipping through her pages. It was only briefly mentioned, and it would be ultimately up to the director and how things looked onscreen the day of the shoot, but it was implied that the queen's guard would defect by the end of things.

"See?" Gil wiggled his pinkie at her. "You're still my queen at the end of the day."

"The poor, lonely fae queen will finally have a soul to match hers?" Thena rested her chin in her palm, batting her lashes at him.

"Well, I'm sure she'll be in need of some," Gil mirrored her playful body language, leaning forward until they could practically touch noses, "protection."

#Thenamesh Actors AU #behind the scenes is going to go feral with this footage #big ass production like this #Maleficent meets LOtR vibes?#and of course they got Thena and cast her as the sparkling white fairy queen #and she's like I kind of just wanted like a side part #and they're like no you're too pretty sorry #so she gets the opposite lead #but then promo has all these shots of her and the queen's guard??? being cute together????#like he picks her up and carries her?#they're best friends?#they're like literally always flirting?#yeah the guard is going to defect at the end of the movie #because they're going to get one singular shot #Gil is going to see what the queen is doing and say NO! This isn't Right!#he'll take up his sword against her #and then there will be one little shot of him and Thena looking at each other #and they're going to be like shit maybe this guy has been falling in love with the fairy queen the whole time?#think one-off film that somehow has off the charts shipping potential #from this one shot

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callous-and-misunderstood · 1 year

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My Descendant's Gift Exchange for @fairestloser !

Apologies for the delay, so sorry! Here is a lovely lil hurt/heal fic of Mal and Evie! I hope you enjoy!

AO3

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The last thing Evie expected to greet her when she opened the kitchen door of her castle in the middle of a thunderstorm was the reason for Evie’s banishment collapsed limply in Jay’s arms.

Evie stayed in the doorway, frozen.

She was overwhelmed with warring emotions—the fear that this was some further punishment for her mother’s mistake from ten years ago, the annoyance that Jay had brought the girl to her of all people, the worry for the obviously injured girl on her doorstep, the vindictive desire to turn the girl away as payback for the years of isolation and scavenging, the overwhelming need to pull the girl into her arms and press a kiss to her lips.

A twisting sensation churned in her stomach as she stared at Mal’s face. Usually the girl was a chaotic frenzy of expressions; snark and scowls and smirks. But now the girl was pale and still, purple strands of hair plastered to her forehead, not a single flicker of the vibrancy that Evie expected from her sworn enemy.

“Evie,” a small voice said, and she tore herself aware from Mal, surprised to see Carlos standing like a shadow behind Jay. His face was pinched with stress, the same look he had when he found Evie on the verge of blacking out from not eating again. “We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t serious.”

Evie sighed, knowing her best friend was right. She finally moved out of the doorway to let the three of them into the castle, shutting the door on the pouring rain with a sense of doom.

Jay deposited Mal on to Evie’s worktable, familiar with the space since Evie had healed him up more than a few times. But Mal being there, being anywhere near Evie…this was anything but familiar.

Evie hasn’t interacted with Mal beyond passing glares and rolled eyes when she sneaks through the marketplace. It’s an open secret that Evie doesn’t stay in her mother’s castle, the way Maleficent had ordered the Evil Queen and her daughter to do. Evie’s mother stays in the crumbling building, watching mainland soap operas with a fanaticism and teaching Evie how to be the perfect princess. But Evie wants more from life than fake dramas and harsh criticism, so she sneaks out.

She realizes quickly that the Isle is just as dangerous as her mother had warned her, full of leering men and quick fingered children. But Evie is not soft, not the way her mother wants her to be. She may be a princess, but she’s a princess of the Isle.

By her third visit to the town, everyone knows better than to approach the blue-haired girl unless they want to lose a few fingers. She’s proved herself as cutthroat as the rest of them, and so they allow her into the fold of Isle daily life.

She haggles with Anastasia over the worth of a loaf of bread, barters with Yzma for beauty creams for her mother, talks Smee into giving her a roll of fabric that was supposed to be new sails for Hook’s ship but will now be several new dresses. She sets up a seasonal stall, offering dried herbal cures in the form of teas and ointments. She swaps gossip with stall workers, runs errands for the right price, slips the small children who rely on pickpocketing for survival a few bits of food when she can. The gangs and brawl-prone adults know to knock on her castle’s kitchen door after dark when their wounds are serious, know that she doesn’t care who she’s fixing up as long as they pay and keep quiet about her breaking banishment.

She’s part of the community now, though no self-respecting villain would ever say that out loud. But there is a certain level of mandatory reliance on other people that comes with being isolated on an island prison, so they do what they can to help each other survive.

Of course, Evie would have to be an idiot to think she could slip under Maleficent’s radar. She’s been waiting for the Mistress of Evil to appear on one of her visits into town and curse her all over again. It keeps her on edge, always glancing over her shoulder for the horned woman to appear.

Instead, Jay approaches her one afternoon as she’s wrapping up her goods before slipping back to Castle-Across-the-Way, where her mother will expect dinner on the table as soon as her latest episode concludes.

“Hello, Princess,” the Arabian boy leans across the table where Evie had been set up, a languid smile pulled across his face.

Evie raises an eyebrow and waits for the boy to get to the point, trying to stay cool as her heart goes a million miles an hour. She knows the son of Jafar runs with Mal, daughter of Maleficent. She’d been sure to avoid any areas of town that Mal’s gang had a “claim” on, including Jafar’s Junk Store, even though she was sure the ex-vizier had some of the parts she desperately needed to fix her sewing machine.

Jay still hasn’t said anything, still watching Evie like a hunter stalking prey.

“Did you need something?” Evie finally asks him, placing her lips in the perfect smile: sharp but inviting.

“Hmm, I guess I’m wondering what you offered up to keep the fact that you’ve ignored your life-long banishment from Mal and her mother.”

Evie managed to hide her surprise. So Maleficent didn’t know Evie had integrated herself into the town. And Jay was not subtle—if Evie wanted her presence to stay hidden, she’d need to give him something. What the boy wanted; Evie could guess.

“And what do you think I offered?”

While she had garnered quite a reputation with her flirting, that’s as far as she went. A wink, a lingering touch, maybe a soft peck on the cheek. But Jay…he could ask for more and she might give it to him. As far as first kisses went, it could be worse, she supposed. At least he was dazzlingly handsome and, if the rumors were to be believed, a wildly skilled kisser.

“Not sure, and I don’t really care. But I know what the price for my continued silence is.”

His eyes were dark and cold, his body looming over her and casting a deep shadow. He oozed power, every bit as imposing as Evie had heard he was.

But Evie was imposing in her own way. She held her ground, allowing his shadow to surround her like a glamour, her features sharpening and glimmering. Her eyes met his with a glare like fire, daring him to give her a reason to hurt him.

“If me or my gang knocks on your back door, you know, any of the Dragon’s Bloods, you heal us for free. No bartering or haggling or denying us service until you’re paid. We’re free, and so are you. Deal?”

Evie once again had to hide a gasp of surprise. That is not at all what she had expected from Jay. It seemed there was more to the thief than what the town said, something selfless and loyal.

It was a small price to pay, she knew. While she usually had her patients pay in the materials she needed to heal them or in food, a few visits here and there from Mal’s gang wouldn’t put too much of a dent in her supplies.

“Deal,” she agreed and shook Jay’s outstretched hand firmly. She turned back to packing her things and when she turned again, the Arabian boy was gone.

Evie didn’t expect to see Jay any time soon. She was sure of it, in fact, confident she’d just made the best deal of her life.

And then the next night, Jay was at her kitchen door just as the last dregs of daylight slipped under the horizon.

He had a gash on his forehead. Not deep, but there was still a steady trickle of blood flowing into his left eye.

“Hey, Princess. Ready to fix me up?” he said with a Cheshire grin.

She fixed him up with a compress of yarrow and goldenrod root, sending him off before the night had even really started. Evie was sure he had gotten injured on purpose to see if she would hold up her end of the deal. And since she had, she didn’t expect to see any of Mal’s gang for a bit.

It turns out the reason why Mal’s gang controlled so much territory and were so feared by the other Isle residents was because none of them had any self-preservation. Nearly every night Evie opened her door to one of the Dragon’s Blood members in some form of distress.

She got to know them all quite well, through their hisses of pain and snarky comments to ward off fear. And even though she patched them all up for free, they took to leaving things behind and insisting they were hers when she tried to return the items. If Jay left the sewing machine parts she needed on the chair he’d stitched up in, Evie wasn’t going to say anything. So Evie amassed rusting trinkets and sleeves of crackers and scraps of cloth from Mal’s gang, while Mal looked the other way when she and Evie crossed paths, a silent offering of thanks for fixing up her gang so many times; all of them leaving Maleficent none the wiser to Evie’s insubordination.

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Which led to now, with Mal laid out on Evie’s kitchen table.

“What happened?” Evie was already checking all of Mal’s exposed flesh for wounds, anxious to get the other girl out of her home as soon as possible. It was one thing to feign ignorance at Evie’s presence in town, but being in the lair of a sworn enemy would not as easily escape Maleficent’s notice. Not to mention the way Evie’s heart had been going haywire since Mal had entered her home.

“We’re not entirely sure,” Carlos admitted, twisting his hands as he stood by the fireplace. Evie recognized the nervous gesture—it was usually directed towards Jay’s numerous injuries.

“She’s been fighting with Miriam,” Jay swallowed, looking uneasy.

That made Evie’s heart pause in its careening for a minute.

Miriam was cruel, the oldest of Madam Mim’s granddaughters and the most powerful. She’d almost killed Dizzy last month over a bad haircut, only stopping when Lady Tremaine threatened to involve Maleficent. She’d laughed as she’d left Dizzy’s broken body in the street, Evie rushing to the younger girl’s side and doing everything she could. Dizzy had made it, though she had to relearn how to walk and refused to do hair since, even though it had been her life’s passion.

The only thing that kept Miriam from burning down the whole Isle was the barrier’s ability to prevent malicious magic. But Miriam always found ways around that to make her mischief magic work.

“Is she wounded?” Evie couldn’t see an obvious injury, but it could easily be something internal.

“She clutched at her stomach before she passed out,” Carlos offered.

Evie pulled up the purple-haired girl’s shirt, frowning at how the wet fabric clung to her skin—it didn’t seem to be just rain that caused the moisture. Carlos was right—her stomach was bruised green, neon pink tendrils spreading from a gouge weeping blood just above her navel. There was a piece of metal lodged in the wound, obviously the cause of Mal’s distress.

“Is it iron?” Carlos peered anxiously at Mal from the other side of the table, moving to help Evie slice off Mal’s top so she could work. Fairy weren’t affected by much, but iron…iron was the only thing that could kill them.

“No, thankfully, which is why she’s not dead. But I think…it’s bewitched to be like iron.”

Jay let out a stream of colorful curses as Carlos paled even more under his freckles. Evie sighed deeply. This was not going to be easy.

She needed to get the piece of metal out to stop the iron-like-poison from spreading further, then un-work the magic that had already spread into Mal, and then deal with the bruising—which of course, was not normal bruising since Mal was half-fairy, meaning none of the materials she usually used would work as well as she wanted them to.

And, to top it off, it’s Mal.

Mal, who uses her mother’s name and her own power to rule as fairly as she can on an island of the evilest people in the world. Mal, who protects the children who live in her territory and makes sure no one goes hungry. Mal, who steals from her own mother to ensure Jafar lets Jay sleep under his roof during the brutal winters. Mal, who broke into Hell Hall and carried Carlos out when Cruella had locked him in his bear-trapped closet of a bedroom for two weeks. Mal, whose nose crinkles when she’s amused and fights with her teeth bared. Mal, whose eyes flash green when she uses her magic like an emerald in the sunlight.

Mal, who Evie did want to send an invitation to all those years ago, only to have it torn up by her mother. Because a princess doesn’t get to choose who she loves, and she certainly can’t love a wild thing like Mal.

Mal, who was so upset to not be invited to Evie’s party that she had her locked away, out of sight. Until Evie took back her freedom and found out that those green eyes were even more enchanting than she remembered.

Mal, who was currently whimpering in pain on Evie’s kitchen table.

“Okay. Jay, I need you to go to the Gothel’s. Take the green bag in the corner and tell them I need Red Clover and Borage. They’ll trade for what’s in the bag. Carlos, I need you to heat a pot of water,” Evie bustled over to the sink and washed her hands, letting herself settle into the familiarity of her role. She was in charge right now, and she was going to save Mal.

Evie lifted Mal’s head to rest on a pile of fabric and set about cleaning her stomach. Then she sanitized a small knife in the kitchen fire, Carlos watching her from his perch on a stool, waiting for her next command.

“Bring that bowl—” she points to the shelf by Carlos’ elbow. “—and come hold her down. Getting the metal out isn’t going to be pretty.”

Carlos does as she says, nodding once he has Mal’s arms in a firm grip. He’s held down patients for her before, usually Jay, but seeing Mal trapped in Carlos’s slender hands is unnerving. Mal is supposed to be the strong one of their gang, the one who never falters, the one who spits in the face of death. The one who protects her people.

But now it’s Evie’s turn to protect.

Evie climbs onto the table, trying not to think about how she’s straddling Mal, and begins to work the knife into the wound, digging out the metal shard.

Mal’s eyes flutter as she thrashes at the painful intrusion, high pitched whines escaping her throat. The piece of metal begins to glow with a bright pink light, matching the tendrils that are spiraling further across Mal’s torso. The knife is wrenched from Evie’s grip with a scalding heat.

Evie curses, realizing the metal is enchanted to prevent against removal as well. Of course. Miriam was nothing if not thorough.

But Evie has magic, too, something no one but her mother and Carlos know. Not even Jay knows, though he must suspect after how many times Evie’s brought him back from the brink of death.

Using magic on Mal is risky, since Mal will surely know that magic was used to heal her once she comes to. But Evie isn’t worried about the consequences of that right now.

Right now, she wants Mal to be okay.

So she focuses, pulling on the deep veins of magic that run under the Isle. The mainland had tried to suppress the villains’ magical abilities, but that was like trying to stop a plant from photosynthesizing or water from evaporating. So the barrier prevented ‘Big Magic’ (transformations, bargains, curses, etc.) and anything done with malicious intent, which was much harder to filter for since it didn’t account for the actual use of the magic, just the original aim.

In this instance, making a piece of metal into actual iron was ‘Big Magic’, but Miriam had likely enchanted the piece of metal to be like iron without any “intent” to use it to hurt anyone, so the magic had been allowed. And now it was hurting Mal, which meant Evie could undo Miriam’s work as her magic would be preventing harm and thus non-malicious.

Evie laid her hands on top of Mal’s wound, eyes closed in concentration. Magic was an alive thing; she could feel the pulse of the enchantment in the metal, something ragged and throbbing. To undo it, she would have to alter the energy.

So she thought of things that were soothing and gentle—the rain hitting the windows, Carlos’ habit of humming when he was focused on something, the thrum of the marketplace, the way Jay’s footsteps were always steady, sunlight breaking through the grey clouds after a storm, the sound of Mal’s laughter.

Evie focuses on her memories of Mal, of the way she tosses her hair over her shoulder when she’s upset, the way she chews on her bottom lip when she’s deep in thought, the way she can come up with a ruthless quip in the middle of a battle, the way Evie wishes every crooked grin that graces Mal’s face was directed at her.

And then Miriam’s magic is gone, replaced with Evie’s softer glow of dark blue light.

Evie lets out the breath she was holding, and picks back up her knife, moving instinctually. The piece of metal comes out easily. The metal piece is nothing, a scrap of tin from a can of food or maybe a wire that had been stripped. Nothing special, except for the fact that Mal had almost died from it.

The pink strands of Miriam’s magic vanish as soon as the metal leaves Mal’s body, the magic softening into Mal’s body like a kiss.

Evie’s relieved, she’s not sure if she could summon another bout of magic that strong so soon after undoing Miriam’s spell on the metal. Another side effect of the barrier is that the toll to use magic on the Isle is much greater—she would be surprised if Miriam wasn’t bedridden after creating such a potent enchantment.

She slides off of the table, wobbling as her feet touch the ground. Evie expects to crumple onto the ground, ready to catch herself. But then Jay is there to catch her instead, and Carlos hands her a glass of water as Jay sets her in a chair.

“You have magic,” Jay says softly.

Evie can’t tell if he’s in awe or afraid of her. So she says nothing, just sips her water and observes. Carlos, Evie notices, is tensed, ready to attack Jay if he reacts badly to Evie’s magic. That’s sweet, she thinks absently, a bit light-headed from using magic, and looks back at Jay.

Usually the Arabian boy is quick to get to the core of what he’s thinking through. But right now, his eyes are bouncing back and forth between Evie and Mal in a dance Evie can’t follow.

“Did you get the herbs from the Gothel’s?” Evie asks, slowly standing and moving towards the pot of boiling water over the fire. She still has a job to finish.

“Uh, yeah, right here.”

Evie takes the bag from Jay and slides the leaves into a sachet, adding a few other herbs before placing it in a mug with some hot water. After a few minutes, she pulls out the herbs and moves towards Mal. It’s not as strong as she would like, she would prefer to let it steep for longer, but Mal’s soft groans deter any further wait.

She gestures to Jay and the taller boy obliges, scooping Mal into a sitting position. Evie blows gently on the tea, spending a little bit more magic to cool the water to a more drinkable temperature. Then she tips the mug to Mal’s lips and lets the tea slide into the purple-haired girl’s throat.

Mal swallows, her eyes slowly blinking open. She looks around blurrily, Jay’s grasp not letting her move too much.

Her gaze settles on Evie.

Evie stills, unsure what to do—should she apologize? Play this off as something less casual than it is? Lie?

Mal decides for her, weakly lifting a hand to rest on Evie’s cheek. Evie feels a warmth spread across her body, something electric and warm dancing through her—it’s Mal’s magic, Evie realizes with a start.

“It’s only fair,” Mal murmurs. “You showed me yours.”

Evie’s mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ as she processes that statement. Her heart is pounding in her ears, her hands flexing around nothing, her gaze trapped in the magnetic pull of Mal’s green eyes. She has no idea what to do. All her years of flirting and dancing around relationships, practicing for when she finally gets to interact with her true love, and now she has nothing to say.

Carlos steps in, reading Evie like a book, as he always does.

“You need to rest, Mal. E, can she stay here tonight?”

Evie blushes even deeper, biting her bottom lip as she fights the urge to scream Yes! Please! Stay here, with me!

“What about our mothers?” Evie whispers instead, pulling her gaze away from Mal to stare into the fire.

Carlos arches a brow mischievously, shooting a sly grin at Jay.

“Doesn’t EQ usually take a sleeping draught before bed?”

Evie nods in confirmation; that’s how she’s been able to run her business without her mother knowing. That, and her mother refuses to set foot in the kitchen unless it’s to yell at Evie for dinner being late.

“And well…Mal was supposed to spend the night at the hideout with us, so Maleficent won’t be looking for her. We’ll just come get her first thing in the morning,” Carlos decides, his eyes twinkling. “I know you keep a cot down here, E. That should be fine for a night.”

“Since, you know, you have to make sure Mal doesn’t die in her sleep,” Jay adds, obviously in on whatever Carlos is doing.

Evie can’t find a real reason to protest. She has a cot stored away in the kitchen closet, a double cot even. With blankets and pillows and everything she needs to keep Mal safe for the night.

Mal nods vaguely, still wincing at the ache in her center. Evie would rather get every wrinkle known to man than leave the purple-haired girl’s side.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll be able to give her more tea every hour then,” Evie agrees finally.

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She doesn’t realize she’s been set up by Carlos and Jay until she and Mal are tucked next to each other on the cot besides the dying glow of the fire. But she can’t find it in her to be annoyed, not when Mal is sleeping on the pillow next to her. In the morning, she’ll deal with the fallout; she’ll figure out how Mal really feels about her, how Carlos and Jay picked apart the labyrinth of her heart so easily, how to extract revenge on Miriam for hurting the girl she loves.

But those are things for tomorrow. Tonight, Evie gets to sleep next to Mal.

Mal, whose purple hair is spread across the pillow like an explosion of paint, her mouth open as she puffs out small snores, one hand tucked under her chin and the other splayed between her and Evie’s bodies. Evie doesn’t think she’s seen anything more

#descendants gift exchange #fairestloser #malvie #descendants fanfic #hurt/comfort #kinda!#hurt/heal #is more the vibe #anyways #i did want this to be done sooner but i got sucked into the story lol #and also my kitchen exploded (flooded)#mal daughter of maleficent #evie daughter of the evil queen #mal and evie #also see on ao3 #:)

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