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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 1 year

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A fae-ke

“Looks like you forgot one of the rules for interacting with the fae,” it crooned with a false kind of sympathy. “5) Do not insult them.”

Or: A changeling finds a new home.

Cassandra Cain had always known that something was strange about her.

Her father had trained her to have a complete understanding of body language, she could tell when his was off. She could see it in the slight crinkle of his brow when he looked at her, the way his lips just barely tugged downwards at the corners in disgust, she recognized the anger making his eyes narrow.

But he didn’t look at other people like that. He didn’t have any emotions for other people, as far as she could tell. So there was something about her that upset him.

As long as he didn’t realize she was a liar, though, she didn’t mind.

She knew what her father was saying when he spoke. Despite his attempts to make her only learn to communicate in body language, people around her spoke enough for her to pick up quite a few things. However, whenever she did try to speak she got in trouble. She wasn’t quite sure why it was wrong for her to speak when everyone else – including him, she had heard him say things a few times – got to. But why would her dad ever steer her wrong? He might despise her no matter what she did, no matter how she tried, but he seemed motivated to keep her healthy.

That was what she had thought…

Until one fateful day.

She had been at the kitchen table, shoving spoonful after spoonful of cereal in her mouth. It wasn’t enough to fill her, it never was, but she wasn’t allowed more than what she had. So, she busied herself by drumming on the table, her fingers tapping out a tune she had heard her father whistling earlier that day.

He had burst into the room, his eyes bright when they landed on her. He rushed over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders so he could steer her out of the chair and out the door.

Today is the day, it all meant.

She wasn’t sure what was today, but the man’s excitement was starting to bleed into her. It wasn’t often that her father was happy around her.

He dragged her out into the yard. A woman was laying there, writhing desperately in her binds, screaming through a cloth in her mouth.

Cass looked up at her father, her smile fading just slightly. She conveyed a silent question by furrowing her brows.

Her father shook his head.

Okay, she wasn’t allowed to ask questions.

She felt something enter her hand, and looked down at the blade she was given. She looked up at her father in confusion, and the man gave a small smile that said trust me and Cass did so she allowed him to guide her to the ground. He grabbed the woman who was trying to wriggle away in earnest, now, and dragged her closer.

And then he carefully positioned the knife on the woman’s chest.

He made a motion that was somewhat different from the cuts that Cass often used while cutting apples to snack on. But, she supposed, this person was much bigger than an apple.

Was she supposed to eat her? She couldn’t think of why else she was cutting up a person. The thought was strange. She’d prefer not doing that.

But her dad was looking at her expectantly, and Cass supposed that she didn’t have much of a choice here.

It was more difficult than Cass was used to. Something hard pushed back against her almost immediately, and she frowned as she threw all of her weight into pressing the knife in.

The hard thing broke and Cass gave a quiet yelp as she sunk in more fully.

It was nothing in comparison to the sound the woman made. She sounded like Cass did when she fell, like all of the air in her chest had been punched out of her. Tears began to spill down her cheeks.

Cass pulled the knife out and she made the sound again, but worse. It was guttural. Hell, it didn’t even sound human.

She started shaking and screaming in earnest, bound limbs straining against their binds.

But the woman grew tired. Quickly. Unnaturally fast. Faster, even, than the red liquid that was spilling out of her at an unnatural rate. The sounds petered off into soft sobs.

They petered out into nothing.

There was nothing.

No body language, no sounds, no movement at all.

Cass reached out and touched her shoulder, trying to wake her up, but she knew this wasn’t sleep. People still moved in their sleep, still had minute changes in expression and soft breaths. This was something more.

The woman was, for lack of a better word, gone.

And Cass had done that to her.

She felt sick. The cereal she had been chowing down on earlier started to creep its way up her throat. She pressed her hands to her mouth, only to recoil when she felt the blood smear itself on her chin.

Her breakfast came up. A hand pulled back her hair, and that only made her dry heaves more painful for some reason.

It was wrong. It was all wrong.

Her father gathered her up in a hug when she was done, and Cass couldn’t even bring herself to enjoy it. She felt trapped. She wanted to be let go. But her father forced her to meet his eyes regardless.

She was a bad woman, her father tried to comfort her. But that didn’t change the fact that she was a woman.

No one deserved that.

Cass didn’t stop shaking for days. It was as if the very universe had noticed the fact that that other woman had gone still, and now her punishment was she had to move for both of them. There was so much. She felt like she was about to vibrate right out of her skin. Like she was about to break into pieces. Like she was falling apart in the most literal sense.

Her father tired of her inability to leave bed within the week. It was a shock he had lasted as long as he had, really. He’d never been a patient man, nor a kind one, so clearly he had been aware ahead of time that this was going to affect her and had planned accordingly. But she was supposed to be over it by now, apparently.

But then he touched her arm and realized that this was much more than her being ‘overdramatic’. He jerked his hand back as if he had been burned – and he had been. Her skin was unnaturally warm. Beyond that of a normal sickness. It was a wonder that her sheets weren’t steaming.

He tried soup, and pain medication, but Cass could hardly keep them down. And, regardless, her father seemed to think it wouldn’t work even if she could eat the food.

Finally, in a last-ditch attempt, her father left to get help.

Hours passed, and Cass almost managed to fall asleep, but then she heard the quiet murmur of voices get closer and closer. She peeled open sticky eyes and squinted at the harsh light that streamed through the windows.

“May I come in?” came the unknown voice.

Her father gave a dry laugh. “I wouldn’t have made you come all this way if you weren’t supposed to.”

“It’s just a formality thing.”

The door swung open, and her father entered, a looming figure just behind him. The figure wore a heavy, baggy cloak that obscured their body shape, but they were so tall that they looked imposing regardless. They pulled down their hood.

Instantly, she knew this was a fae. For the body language was all wrong – a mess of too many signals all jumbled together, and yet nothing at all. It was unnatural. He was unnatural.

He smiled at Cass, but it seemed more for her than itself.

And then he turned to look at her father. Its face was impassive, but its eyes were sharp. Dangerously so. “When did this start?”

Her father hesitated. Which was uncommon for him.

He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. “She just… became sick one day,” he said.

The faerie shook their head. “That’s not how it works. She’s a Changeling, they don’t get sick unless you force them to do something they’re not supposed to.”

Her dad looked very pale.

“I suppose I could ask her…” the faerie said with false innocence, a lilting tone that spoke of suspicion and barely concealed anger.

Her father grimaced. There were a few moments as he seemed to think it over.

And then he sighed. “I didn’t teach her to speak,” he said.

The faerie’s eyes snapped to her father instantly, wide and horrified. “Why not?”

“Because it felt wrong. She’s not a human.”

“She’s a kid,” the faerie argued.

“She’s a couple of rocks and sticks you tied together with leaves.”

The faerie scowled. “And yet she’s more human than you seem to be.”

Her father gritted his teeth. “Are you going to help or not?”

“Are you going to tell me what you did or not?”

There was a long silence as the two stared each other down. Cass’s skin crawled in a new way, anxiety gnawing at her stomach. Her father wasn’t a patient man, and the faerie didn’t seem all that pleased with what was going on either, but they were both stubborn and she was suffering. She understood that it was deserved – she had killed a woman, the least she could do was deal with a bout of sickness in order to atone for it – but she was a coward, and she wanted nothing more than to have this all go away.

“He made me kill her,” she said.

As it had been the few times she had ever spoken aloud, her voice wasn’t exactly her own. Instead, it was a mimic of the person who had talked in front of her last.

Her father’s head jerked backward, confused as to how the faerie had spoken without opening its mouth. And then he noticed the way that they were staring at her in mild horror and turned to look at her.

She wasn’t sure who was more surprised. Her father, or the faerie.

Or who looked angrier.

The anger in her father’s face slipped off instantly, though, replaced by horror. He turned to look at the faerie, who looked positively murderous.

A knife flashed in her father’s hand, dark metal gleaming dangerously in the light, but the faerie caught the hand with ease. With a twist of their wrist, her father’s knife dropped to the ground with a clatter, and the man was left at the mercy of a very pissed of faerie.

One that locked their free hand around the man’s throat.

“Looks like you forgot one of the rules for interacting with the fae,” it crooned with a false kind of sympathy. “5) Do not insult them.”

“I didn’t –.”

“She’s a faerie, too, is she not? And I believe you said ‘She’s a couple of rocks and sticks you tied together with leaves.’ She may be merciful, but I am not.”

Her father’s eyes widened. Hands scrabbled at the faerie’s, trying to loosen the fingers pressing against his neck, but the faerie didn’t even seem to notice.

“I will make sure your punishment is appropriately fitting.”

“Don’t kill him,” she choked out. Her voice hurt from disuse, but she wasn’t going to watch that happen again. She didn’t care if she wasn’t the one doing the killing, it was wrong.

Her father’s eyes flitted her way. They widened with shock and anger and relief and Cass couldn’t make sense of much of any of it.

The faerie looked over at her, blue eyes gleaming. “I won’t,” it promised.

Her father disappeared. Replaced with a bundle of sticks and rocks and leaves that fell to the ground in a series of dull thuds and rustles.

Cass blinked over at it. “Is he okay?” She asked.

The faerie smiled. “He’s alive.”

Cass nodded slowly.

It meandered over to her, its eyes taking in her house. Distaste flickered across its face, a minute thing hidden in the slight twitch of its lips, but then it was gone. They smiled at her, coming to kneel beside her bed. He pressed a hand to her forehead, and instantly all of the pain receded, leaving her warm and pleasantly happy, snuggled under some blankets.

He gave her hair a tiny ruffle, and she leaned into the touch.

It felt right.

It shouldn’t.

Cass hesitated just slightly, her eyes straying to the bundle of things that had once been her father, and then up to the faerie again.

“You said you made me.”

The faerie looked pained. “I did. Your father came to me a few years ago, begging me to give him a child to take care of.” He sighed. “The thing about not being able to lie, is you tend to forget others can.” They smiled sadly. “This shouldn’t have happened to you. I’m sorry.”

At the words ‘I’m sorry’, the faerie’s heart began to glow gold inside its chest. Light bent around them, stretching itself between them like a physical bond had been formed, and she watched a golden string slip into existence, tying the faerie’s heart to her wrist. It was featherlight, and she had some doubts that it was even real, and yet it held a weight to it. Somewhere, intrinsically, she knew what it meant: he owed her.

But the faerie didn’t seem surprised. It had been intentional.

She looked at him for a long moment.

“Are you my dad, then?” She asked.

The faerie hesitated. “It doesn’t quite work like that… but, if that is what you want, then I would be more than happy to be your father.”

She eyed the string binding them. She could ask for anything, and there was a good chance that her wish would be granted.

“I want that.”

The faerie smiled a little and started carefully picking her up, blankets and all. She let her head rest upon his shoulder, and a small kiss was pressed to the crown of her head.

“Then let’s go home, shall we?”

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Bonus~

Babs: really, Bruce, another one?

Bruce: does it make it better or worse if this one is actually mine and I made it

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Insomnia of the Winter Wind Whistle and the Moon feat. Kagamine Len - ke-ji

#vocaloid #kagamine len #ke-ji #uploads #album #the song was originally released in 2008 but this ver is from #2011 #there's no instrumental difference between this ver and the ver linked the vocals are just updated #this song has a different translated title on nico nico but this one seems to make more sense - fae

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T4t Ke$ha: I just can't date a dude with no vag

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“For Alpha Waymond, it was an eagle,

for CEO Waymond, a fox,

and for Waymond in the present universe, a squirrel.”

Ke Huy Quan, as three different versions of his Everything Everywhere All At Once character Waymond Wang juxtaposed beside GIFs of three different animals that he and his body movement coach Jean-Louis Rodrigue based the characters' body languages on.

GIFs by: @phildunsters @milflaszlo @fae-cafe-archived @everythingfox @animal-diversity

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#black lives matter #black lives still matter #blm #torture tw #rape tw #torture #rape

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smalls-words · 2 years

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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?”

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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.

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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.

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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?

----

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.

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

#smalls-words #mal x reader #mal descendants #descendants imagines #mal x reader fluff #mal x reader angst #mal x reader hurt/comfort #mal x fem!reader #mermaid!reader #amphitrite!daughter!reader

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jaytipede · 1 month

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what kind of music do your characters like to listen to? i'm especially curious about fae

Ooo, I got a few questions asking this. I will answer mootie's.... hai mootie....

I'm not entirely well versed on music, especially 2000s music, BUT I can give you a good idea ..

Cookie would definitely listen to pop. Britney Spears, Ke$ha, Avril Lavigne, lady gaga, etc

Jasper listens to mostly nu-metal, I think, system of a down, limp bizkit, korn, slipknot, etc. But he also likes grunge..? I think grunge??? Like, nirvana, radiohead, yk.

Fae is definitely the type to listen to underground artists and garage bands rather than mainstream stuff.

Raven would listen to literally anything she finds catchy but def things like Dolly Parton

I haven't really thought about what any of my other characters would listen to tbh. I'll have to get back to you on that one 😭

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we-were-beautiful · 1 year

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The Fox and The Hounds pt. 2

A/N: Well after a month of fighting to get this chapter to work with me we finally have it. I am so happy with the response that the first part got and I am excited to see where this goes. Also I’m proud of myself; I figured out how to add Gifs. As I mentioned in the last one No beta we die like men

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Summary: Its autumn court tradition to give your mate a fox kit before your ceremony. after years of knowing the Vanserra’s a mating bond snaps between the Autumn Heir and a well known smoke hound breeder

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1960

“Mate.” The words ring out through her head startling when a hand settles on her shoulder. It jolts the younger Fae out of her stupor turning to look at the lady of autumn who had placed her hand on her shoulders. Y/N risks a glance over to her father and the high lord each wearing a large smile. A mating bond was a absolute way to bring the families together

“Well that settles one of the things we came here to discuss Thorne.” Beorn claps a hand on Thorne’s shoulder. Both Eris and Y/N’s eyes widened; so the Vanserras weren’t here to just look at purchasing a puppy their fathers were getting together to finish a marriage contract. Y/N turns her eyes back towards Eris as he looks between the highlord and her father, apparently he had no idea about this meeting either. The natural instinct to bolt starts to well up in the young fae, but the gentle smoky brush against her mental shield stops her. She naturally lowers her mental walls to her mothers prodding.

“Don’t bolt. I know you want to run but don’t. It will be ok.” Her mothers soothing voice comforts her. Demanti are rare but it was a gift that Y/N shared with her mother a way for them to communicate without those around them hearing.

“I don’t know what to do Mother.” she responds to her through the link

“It will be ok love.” she crooned.

“Well then It seems I have things I need to acquire. Father, Lord L/N I hope you don’t mind if I miss breakfast, I should be back in time to join you on your hunt.” Eris voice pulls Y/N back to the situation at hand not realizing that Eris had moved closer towards her

“Do what you must, Eris.” Beorn nodded at his son, your father simply nodding along

“Well then” Eris turns towards me, taking a hold of one of her hands to place a kiss on the back of her hand “ I will see you later, my Mate.”

He lets go of her hand and turns towards the other two males.

“Father, Lord L/N.” with a stiff nod to the older Fae he takes a step away from her and winnows away

“I think breakfast should be ready,shall we move to the dining room?” her mother turned and addressed the group; breaking the uncomfortable silence that had grown after the lordling had winnowed away.

“That sounds lovely, Charis. Thorne shall we; we have much to discuss.” Beorn gestures towards the door. Thorne gives a nod before leading the way out of the kennels.

Y/N follows out after the group exits making a quick stop at one of the kennels. She typically cycled which of her hounds stayed with her for the night. Each of her beloved hounds had their own personalities Ramiel was no exception. Named after the sacred mountain of her mothers home court, Ramiel was her first hound and from most everyone's perspective the most spoiled. Y/N opens the kennel and quickly leashes the hound leading her out of her assigned kennel.

“I know you were upset about having to come back here last night.” She kneels down next to the hound giving the hound gentle scratches behind the ear. “So you get to have your day today ok; so I need you to stop growling at everyone. The High Lord and his family are here; I need you to be on your best behavior. Ok”

Y/N stands and leads Ramiel towards the door and towards the house. It wasn't uncommon in the nobles to have smoke hounds running around the home. They were a sign of wealth and the more you have the better. So Y/N bringing Ramiel into the hound wouldn’t get her in trouble and it would keep the spoiled pup happy. When she sneaks into the dinning room everyone else has apparently just been seated, no one bats an eye as she unclips the lead and lets Ramiel off to wander the room where she settles on one of the several dog beds lining the room. Y/N takes the open seat next to her mother across from the Lady of Autumn.

It is almost like she is underwater as the food is served. She can hear her parents talking with Beorn and his wife but can’t really make out what they are saying. Going off of the wide smile on her fathers face and the one on Beorns, they are probably discussing the impending mating ceremony between her and Eris. It's hard for Y/N to bring herself to eat the wonderful breakfast that has been placed in front of her. It is like her head is in a fog; the mating bond had sent a shockwave through her system. It also didn’t help that she was working on zero sleep; Maybe if she was rested it wouldn’t feel like her whole world had been flipped on its head.

Yes she knew Eris but it was only on a surface level. So far the only thing that she knew they had in common was their love of their smoke hounds. However the mating bond did explain several things for her. It explained her violent emotions when Eris had been engaged to Morrigan; and it explained Eris behavior towards other males whenever they attend the same balls. He always had a habit of running suitors off including his own brothers, it could have been the mating bond acting out before it snapped.

Still Y/N nodded along to the conversations still not fully aware of what was being discussed, but soon the plates were taken and tea was set in front of them. It becomes obvious to her that at least the males are waiting for Eris to return so that they can start their hunt. Time seems to drag but in reality only two hours have passed. At one point Ramiel stood from her dog bed and made her way over to Y/N sitting beside her chair, laying her slender head in Y/N's lap. The familiar weight is a comfort to the young Fae. Y/N absentmindedly pets her furry companion while gazing down at her cup.

“Y/N.” Thorne’s voice pulls Y/N back to the present

“Yes. Sorry.” Y/N stumbles for a bit missing whatever had been discussed “Sorry the lack of sleep is starting to mess with me.”

“That is okay I know you have been up for a full day. We were wondering which hounds we should bring with us today?” Her father ever the patient man explains to her

“Well Bellatrix, Khalid and Ramiel are out, but the rest of mine are good as are all of your hounds father. That gives you nine which should be sufficient, but if you are looking for more I would take Anteros’ hounds since none of his are in heat and that would bring you up to twelve.” Y/N rattles off. Twelve hounds should be efficient enough for one hunt. Beorn nods to Thorne in approval.

“I can only imagine that after the mating ceremony you and Eris will be tripping over all the hounds that the two of you have. What will it be, nineteen hounds?” The Lady addresses Y/N.

“Um Twenty my Lady, I am going to be keeping one of Bellatrix’s pups.” That fact had only been known to her father and her.

“I am looking forward to seeing what you can do with the Vanserra Kennels Y/N.” Beorn addresses Y/N and it feels like a small weight has been lifted from her shoulders. At least she will be able to continue doing the thing she loves.

“It would be an honor and a pleasure My Lord.” Even just between her and Eris she would have a variety to work with, but add in the rest of the Vanserra’s kennel the possibilities were endless.

A knock draws everyone's attention to the door. One of the servants pokes their head in.

“Lord Eris.” He introduces before opening the door.

Eris strides into the room with a level of confidence that Y/N had not seen from him in a while. In his arms is a basket; a plaid cloth draped over the top. His cinnamon eyes scan the room before landing on his mate.

“Sorry I missed Breakfast.” He gives Thorne and his father a nod before turning and walking towards Y/N.

“Sorry for my absence My Mate, but I figured it would be best to do things the traditional way.And since we were all already here this would probably be the best time.” He walks over to Y/N and gently places the basket on the table. He pulls her chair out far enough that he can turn it to face him, disrupting Ramiel who growls lightly at the heir to the Autumn court. He pays no mind to the growling hound before he goes down to one knee in front of her; a quick glance to his father shows the look of approval on Beorn’s face.

“Y/N L/N, My Mate, will you do me the greatest honor of marrying me?” He produces a gorgeous emerald ring from his pocket, presenting it to the girl. Y/N nods her head yes not trusting her voice at the moment. It was an arranged marriage so saying no would reflect poorly on her family and there was no love between the two of them but at the very minimum Eris was trying to hold on to the traditions. Eris takes the ring and gently slides it onto her finger, a perfect fit that felt like led on her finger. He stands and gently places the basket on her lap.

Y/N slowly pulls back the plaid fabric, setting it on the table before glancing into the basket. In the basket is a sleeping fox kit. At this Y/N does softly gasp. At the gasp Ramiel suddenly takes interest in the basket standing up and sniffing around before looking into the basket nudging the sleeping kit with her snout causing the fox to wiggle and snuffle about the basket Ramiel quickly lifts her head before giving the small creature a wholly unimpressed look glancing up at Y/N. Y/N lifts the fox kit from the basket with the utmost care bringing the creature to her chest. She twist slightly in the seat to show the others in the room what was in the basket. There is a quick squeal of excitement from the Lady of Autumn as well as coo from her mother over the small fox. A small clinking noise draws Y/N eyes down to the collar around the foxes neck. Holding the now wiggly fox with one hand Y/N grabs ahold of the tag with the other. The Vanserra Family crest is stamped into the metal flipping it around revels two lines with simple lettering

Belongs to: Y/N Vanserra

Seeing that solidified how real this situation was. Y/N was going to be married to Eris, soon if their parents had anything to say about it.

“What are you going to name it Darling?” Charis asks her daughter, momentarily breaking Y/N away from a downward spiral.

“Paprika.” Y/n tells the room with no hesitation. She had alway told her family while she was growing up that if she found her mate and they gave her a fox she was going to name it Paprika to match with the spice theme that her mother had set . and so Paprika is what this fox shall be.

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