DRAG IT! You literally touched on every point I hated lol. Especially their “We know every trick in the book because we wrote it.” line. I rolled my eyes so much reading this book, none of it was realistic and like I keep saying, they’re making the core 4 more and more unrelatable and annoying. And then at the end when they were making the kids of the isle watch them graduate while the VKs don’t even get proper schooling just blew my mf mind. Like blew it out of the water how Melissa made anything that the core 4 were saying a good thing. How they went back to the isle with the “Oh we’re not scared, they know who the big villains are.” But got there and were afraid to sleep on cobwebs and no one acknowledged that they would be going back to Auradon in 2 days, while everyone else had to live in these conditions forever. Celia being a snitch also irritated me a little, I mean I get it she thought Uma’s plan would only make things worse for the kids on the isle but Celia had no reason to try and help the core 4, absolutely none. And Evie was condescending through the entire book, everytime a name was suggested it was always “they’ll have to earn it if they want it” WHAT DID YOU EARN? It’s so crazy, they have become the true villains of the story and ima preach it until Melissa keeps Uma out of her books since she doesn’t know how to be consistent with her character.
And since when does Uma want Ben?!!? I know she’s mad that she wasn’t chosen but chosen to go to the isle, not to be the queen. They’re really going down this “you want everything Mal has and you will never get it” route. They should just keep China out of any future projects with Descendants because I was so over it.
For some weird reason I ship DC Superhero Girls Flash with King Ben Florian from Disney Descendants I don’t know why but they seem like a very cute couple.
Since I’ve noticed a bit more activity and requests on this blog (which I’m verygrateful for btw) I decided to make a masterlist so that everything’s a bit easier to find!
Summary:The Sea Three get sent home from Auradon Prep early due to a snow storm. The boys want to turn on the fireplace, but Uma has other plans
Word Count: 4,146 (that’s right, it’s a long boy)
Warnings:major major MAJOR explicit smut, light bondage, dom!Uma, switch!Harry, sub!Gil, I feel like the post will get banned if I explain everything so just read with caution
Author’s Note: This is the first of three (I think three?) smuts that follow the smut dialogue prompts I reblogged a while back. This particular one has prompts 16 and 94
The air outside was nearly arctic, and the howling wind didn’t help too much. Ice quietly tapped against every surface of every building in Auradon. Those who made the dull-witted decision to skip out on layering for that day came back to their dorms with high chills on their skin and a blue or purple tint to their lips. Uma, Harry, and Gil had all made that mistake.
School had been cancelled early that day, as did all after school activities. Some were happy to be sent home early, eager to catch up on homework, take a nap, whatever they wish. Others were upset about the cancellation of their beloved tourney practice or rehearsal for Auradon’s Speech and Debate team. These swashbucklers, however, only cared about staying warm.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Harry mumbled as he shut their dorm room door behind them. Goosebumps trailed along his pale skin from one muscled arm to the next. For the first time in a long time, he would publicly admit to being desperate for something. In the case? Warmth.
“I don’t get it…yesterday it was sunny. Like, really sunny. Did someone cast a spell? Is Auradon cursed again?” Gil asked as he walked over to their bed and looked for blankets, hoodies, anything to warm themselves from the frost outside their window. Uma sat on their bed and crossed one leg over the other as she eyed her boys up and down. Despite them being tinted a dark blue, Uma could not stop thinking about their lips. The cold skin trailing along every inch of her body as she’d curl her icy fingers down their bare backs.
“Nope. Evie told me earlier today that they got hit with something similar this time last year. She had the perfect cure for it, though.” She smirked and walked over to the small fireplace in their nearly luxurious bedroom. They had only added tiny Isle-esque touches so far, and they did intend on adding more. But for now, their bedroom would look like a weird mix of their home on the Isle and the fresh, pristine style of Auradon. With the fireplace on, the boys quickly sped over to sit on the foot of the bed and face the roaring heat emitting from across them.
The boys sighed in relief. But said relief was quickly cut in half when Uma stood in front of the fireplace, blocking some of the heat that would be warming them. She stood facing them, hands on her hips and looking at them with hungry eyes. “Well? Don’t you want to know what the cure is?” She asked innocently, hoping the tease in her tone would help them take the hint.
Harry immediately caught on, knowing that slight tease in her voice from a mile away. He smirked devilishly and gave a low chuckle. Gil, however, bless his pirate soul, was sitting there with his head slightly cocked to the side in confusion. “I thought the fireplace was the cure?” Gil asked.
The dark-locked pirate stood and tenderly greeted his girlfriend, placing a stray hair behind her face. “Hmmm, it seems he’s not catching the hint. More for me?” Harry quietly cooed in her ear. Uma smiled softly, inching in closer to him as if she were going to kiss him. Harry was swiftly surprised, however, when she tightly gripped his hair and pushed him down to his knees. Harry melted into the touch, loving the fluttery, fiery feeling he received when Uma reminded him who was in charge.
“Not if you’re gonna behave like that.” Uma began to walk closer to Gil, but stopped when she heard shuffling movement from behind her. She briskly turned and gave Harry her dominating glare. “Did I say you could get up? Stay there.” Uma gritted through her teeth as she turned to Gil with a sweet grin. “Gil, do you understand what I’m asking for, here?”
Gil could already feel his breath getting a hint heavier. He knew exactly what she wanted, but he had a role to play. This was a lustful dynamic the three of them had built far before they had decided to take their relationship in a more romantic direction. Harry was a feisty one. He’d have his days where all he wanted to do was tease his sunshiney boy more and more, inching towards the brink of release, but swiping it every time. He was bratty, too. Flirtatious and hedonistic as if the feeling of Gil and Uma’s bodies against his was a drug..no, a religion to him. He could be as teasing and devilish with Gil as he wanted to be, but the minute his Captain stepped in, it’s as if a switch in his mind, body, and soul flipped. What was once a fiery, near chaotic little demon became an obedient first mate, eager to please and serve his Goddess.
Uma always took charge. She’d command every kiss, every touch, every lingering piece of skin on her and her boys. If she asked her boys to jump, they’d ask how hard..how deep, and they had to do it willingly. Because their Captain was merciless, brutal, yet burning ecstasy in punishment.
Gil? Gil was the sunshine boy. Innocent and a tad dumb both in the streets and somewhat in the sheets. He was always submissive. Almost always excited. He would be a bit naive at first, supposedly fronting like he didn’t have a lot of experience. But once the foreplay was done, that would be the complete opposite. Gil is like a rabbit. Sweet and adorable but horny as fuck. And that showed in his actions. He was needy of pleasure both for himself and his partners, and giving out a naive front was a part of that need.
“I, I think so? Can you…can you tell me?” Uma quietly giggled and slowly shifted herself on to Gil’s lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. She runs her hands gently through his blonde locks and placing a finger under his chin, leans his head up to gaze directly into her dark brown eyes.
“Oh, sweetie. Why tell..when I can just show?” Uma whispered before leaning in to place a kiss on Gil’s soft, pouty lips. Their lips collided deeply and passionately, dancing with each other in a fiery masquerade. Uma couldn’t keep her hands off of Gil’s rock hard, bulging biceps and Gil revelled in every cold touch she gave him. Harry sat back in longing, the sounds of their needy groans and content, quiet sighs filling the room and seeping into his skin. Gil quickly moved down to Uma’s neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave love bites that blended near perfectly with her dark skin. A small moan slips from Uma as she leans back and takes a quick look at how Harry’s reacting to all of this. She quickly pushes Gil down, his back laying on the soft bed. As she takes off his shirt, she leans down and cooes loud enough for the dark haired pirate behind her to hear. “Gil, why don’t we warm ourselves up a bit, hm?” Gil slowly nods, feeling his erection growing harder with every ounce of her breath he feels on his skin.
“But…but what about Harry?” Gil looked up just for a moment to check on his kneeling boyfriend. He wasn’t quite a mess just yet, but the animal was definitely not liking his cage. His mind was racing, eyes fixed on Gil’s bare chest. He knew that as soon as Uma gave him the permission to, he’d ravage that naive boy enough to make Gil scream his name. The idea of pinning Gil’s arms to the bed as he’d suck and bite on every inch of his skin, teasing his hard, twitching cock until the very last second made Harry’s erection very visible through his black pants. Harry looked to Uma and gave her a gaze that silently begged for permission to stand, to move, to do anything other than sit here and watch. Uma chuckled and positioned herself right on top of Gil’s growing erection, causing a pleasured moan to slip from the boy’s lips.
“We’re gonna give him a show first. Now, be a good boy and do what I tell you. That won’t be so hard, will it?” Gil shakes his head, knowing that the moment he disobeys her he will regret it. Uma smiles and continues kissing every inch of his body, one hand gripping onto his shoulder as she digs her nails into his skin as the other hand rests on Gil’s right thigh. She perks her firm, supple ass a bit higher into the air, knowing it’d drive her first mate crazy. By the time she leans up to examine her work, Gil’s neck and chest are covered in marks varying in shades of red and purple. Gil whines at the loss of contact, but is relieved of the sudden loss when he feels her grinding against his crotch. In his pleasured haze, he hadn’t noticed that Uma had stripped of nearly all her clothes, leaving her only in a pair of lacey, dark blue panties.
But Harry had seen every bit of it. He knew from the second she removed her brown belt what she was doing to him. He marveled how she swayed out of her dress to the beat of every possible song that was blaring in his mind. He nearly growled when she turned around and flashed him a wink as she removed her bra and tossed it to the floor beside them. Not seeing her breasts, but only the curves and divots of her back and hips was the biggest tease she had given him. He wanted to touch her so bad, feel her lips crash onto his pale body and please every inch of her skin as Gil lingered his tongue up and down his cock. But, like a puppet on strings, he had no choice but to stay still.
Uma continued to grind against Gil’s hard cock, loving the feeling it gave her but needing just a little more. She moved her hand from Gil’s shoulder to his blonde lock, giving a strong tug. Gil quietly winced and the mix of pain and pleasure that she gave him, but he loved every bit of it. He needed to feel her mouth on him like a fish needed the ocean water coursing through every breath. “Uma..please..I need you.” He begged, eyes glazing over with wanton.
At his begging remark, Uma leans down and growls into his ear. “Did I say you could speak, my little rabbit?” She ceased her grinding and stood up, motioning to a needy Harry to stand beside her. “I’ll have to admit, I loved hearing you beg. Maybe our needy Harry over here can help you beg a bit more, hm?” As Harry stood beside her, she pulled him in and quickly crashed their lips together. After being without her touch for so long, it felt like ecstasy to finally get some attention. They ran their hands all over each other, Harry taking every chance he could get to grip her soft breasts. He started to move down to her neck when she pushed him back. “I’ve gotta get something. You two have fun while I’m gone.” As she walked away, she whispered a subtle command to her first mate. “I want him a mess when I’m back. But don’t let him come, you got that?” Moving his gaze to the desperate blonde in front of him, he slowly nodded with a devilish snicker. Uma walked off, heading towards a special closet in a different part of their home.
Harry quickly rushed on top of Gil, stripping off his jacket and shirt with haste. Using his strength, he pulled Gil up closer to him, their chests touching skin to skin. “Wait, what did she tell you?” Gil asked in between quiet moans as Harry left even more love bites across his neck and shoulders.
“Shut up and take your pants off.” Harry responded, to which Gil obliged. Soon enough, both of the boys were naked and revelling in each other’s touch. Heat, lust, and utter desire roaring in the both of them. Like an entrancing snake, Harry slithered down Gil’s chilled body, leaving both wet and soft kisses down every inch until he finally licked a long, wet stride up the blonde’s hard cock. The sensation sent shivers up Gil’s spine as he leaned his head back and let a needy moan release into their bedroom. Gripping onto his thighs strong enough to leave red marks, Harry soon became a little rougher with his tongue. Gil intertwined his fingers in his dark, messy locks as Harry switched back and forth between speedily bobbing up and down and teasing licks from the base to his tip. Harry had always been a fan of control when it came to Gil, doing everything he could to remind the muscle that no matter how big and strong he was, he’d always be a good boy for a teasing, devilish imp like himself.
Harry kept himself trapped in between Gil’s legs, his pace growing quick and rough as Gil bucked his hips and let his cock hit the back of Harry’s throat. Gil could feel the warmth in his stomach beginning to bubble over as he longed for release. “Harry…please.” He moaned out as he neared his climax. Harry let go of his cock with an audible pop and continued gliding his fingers along the inside of Gil’s thighs, relishing in the small shivers and squirms the blonde pirate gave.
“Sorry, rabbit. Uma gave me orders. I have to follow them.” He slid back from in between Gil’s legs and moved to straddle him. He leaned down to his boyfriend’s ear and whispered lowly. “You know how to follow orders, don’t you?” As Harry’s hand went to tightly grip Gil’s throat, the two pirates could hear the door opening and Uma walking in with an evil smile on her face. There she stood with a pair of red, leather handcuffs in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Harry speedily removed himself from Gil and began to saunter closer to Uma, eyeing the cuffs like a hungry wolf. “What exactly do you have planned, Captain?” Uma let out a soft chuckle before looking over to Gil.
“Gil, my rabbit, lean up against the headboard, will you?” Gil quickly nodded and obeyed, shimmying his body so his back leaned against the headboard. Uma spun one of the cuffs around her finger in pure excitement. “Harry, help me out?”
“Gladly, Captain.” Harry purred as the two moved over to cuff Gil to the black headboard behind their bed. Gil’s heartbeat began to quicken in both fear and excitement as he felt his hands restrict to the tight, red, leather cuffs that Uma had brought up. His length was still standing hard and thick, almost painfully stiff from Harry’s earlier teasing. A tiny whimper rises from him as Harry snakes down to his chest and starts to leave even more tiny little love bites on his chest. Uma straddled behind Harry and grabbed a lock of his hair, using her grip to move him up and away from Gil’s chest.
“Easy, Harry, you’re making the poor guy miserable. Surely he should get some kind of award for following my orders earlier, shouldn’t he?” Uma smiled as she grabbed the bottle of lube and began to open the cap. However, instead of squeezing the lube onto Harry’s hand, she quickly grabbed two of Harry’s fingers and swirled her tongue around them long and slow. “Just in case the lube’s not enough.” She said after releasing his fingers with an audible pop. Harry could try to assume that was the only reason Uma sucked his fingers so sloppily, but he knew what she was doing. He chuckled lightly and looked down at Gil. The poor little rabbit still laid a heavily breathing, silently begging mess. Harry took the lube from Uma’s hand and squeezed a little bit of it onto his two fingers before lathering them in the warm liquid.
“Don’t worry, little rabbit. I’ll warm you up.” Harry smirked as he teased his finger around the rim of Gil’s hole before slowly inserting it inside of him. A small hiss of pain could be heard as Gil slowly adjusted to the penetration, but it wasn’t long before he laid there, eager for Harry to move his long, index finger.
“H-Harry, please…s-stop teasing.”
“We really need to find a way to shut you up, don’t we, little Rabbit? Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing. Are you able to lay on your back?” Uma asked softly, a temporary pause from her dominating demeanor to ensure the safety of her boyfriend. When he nodded his head and began to slowly lay on his back, Uma straddled over his chest and began to capture his tongue in a heated, passionate kiss. In the kiss, Uma began to grind her naked sex on top of Gil’s chest, painting it with her wet juices. “Go ahead and stop teasing him, Harry. I’ve got just the thing to keep him quiet.” Uma ordered her first mate. As Harry obeyed and began to curl his finger inside Gil’s hole, a soft sigh of relief could be heard from the blonde pirate. Uma began to move her naked body closer and closer to Gil’s mouth. “You know what to do, little rabbit. Show me what that tongue can do.” She whispered before lowering herself onto Gil’s face. He eagerly went to work licking her folds, lapping at her warm juices like a thirsty dog desperate for water.
As he ate Uma out, Harry slowly curved his finger as he moved in and out of Gil’s hole. Tired of being tame, Harry cautiously added a second finger and began to quicken his pace. Moans could be heard from both Uma and Gil as the devilish imp hit Gil’s most sensitive spot and the little rabbit grew even more reckless with his tongue. “Fuck, sunshine…need to be in you so badly. Captain, can I fuck him? Please?” Harry panted as his member remained nearly untouched. His mind went wild watching both his boyfriend and girlfriend unravel before him, but the fact that he wasn’t getting a lot of attention slowly began to eat away at him.
Uma was nearing her climax, but decided that she needed something different, something more from her boys. She got off of Gil’s face and went back to straddling his chest. She lowered herself to meet his lips as she whispered seductively to him. “What do you think, Gil? You want Harry to fuck you senseless while I ride that thick cock of yours? All you gotta do is ask.” The two boys gulped in excitement as Harry shot Gil a look saying ‘You better beg, you little shit.’ Gil looked up at Uma and eagerly nodded his head.
“Please, please Captain. I need to feel you, I need to feel both of you. I promise, I’ll do anything.” After being silenced for so long, Gil felt amazing finally letting go of control and submitting to the two beautiful people in front of him. He’d beg as long as they wanted if it meant making them feel good. Uma quickly leaned down to peck his cheek.
“Good boy.” She smiled as she leaned over to the dresser and grabbed two condoms. As she handed one to Harry, she shot him a wink. “Try not to rough him up too much, alright? Unless he wants that.”
Gil rolled his eyes as he watched the two unwrap and put on the condoms. “I don’t care how rough, just fuck me already!”
Harry and Uma chuckled and positioned themselves. Uma straddled Gil’s length as Harry rubbed some of the warm lube onto his own. “Well, somebody’s eager.” Harry laughed as he teased the tip of his cock around Gil’s stretched hole. Uma, however, was tired of teasing. As soon as Gil’s cock was within reach, she quickly lowered herself down. There was a small wince at the sudden entry, but as soon as Uma started moving slowly..up and down..neither of them cared. Harry, incredibly aroused and nearly feral from the pleasurable sounds Uma and Gil began to make, finally entered Gil’s hole starting with his tip and taking it inch by inch. His rough, strong hands began to grip onto Gil’s thighs as he began to move in and out. Gil, slightly overstimulated from all the attention these two were giving him, could already feel his head floating in the clouds. It was like the three of them were the only people in the world. He didn’t care how loud or ridiculous sounding his moans and tiny begs were, or how loudly their headboard had started to bang on the wall. All he cared about was the warm wetness Uma blessed him with and the rough, senseless fucking Harry began to gave him as he quickly picked up his pace.
Uma definitely had a good time herself as well. It always brought her joy knowing the pleasure of two of the Isle’s hottest boys was in the palm of her hands. She was the only one who knew the right way to tug Harry’s black locks. She was the only one who knew Gil’s secret ‘love’ for spanking and rope bondage. Technically, Harry knew these things too, but she was the only one who’d get to use them as tiny games of sexual torture. She loved it. They loved it. And they’re the only ones who play it with each other.
Harry could feel himself start to come undone. The warm feeling in the pit of his groin was bubbling and boiling like a pot of hot water and he wanted nothing more than to let it burst inside of his blonde baby boy. “C-Captain…can I come? Please, please let me come inside of him.” Harry would never be this submissive around anybody else. But there was something about the way Uma carried herself, both in and outside the bedroom, that made him weak in the knees. Weak enough that if anybody else were to see the two in moments like these, they’d think Harry was under some kind of love spell cast by Uma. But there was no spell involved here, just a girl so beautiful, so confident, so strong in her fight for dominance that just submitting to her brought Harry the utmost pleasure. For Gil, on the other hand, he was an amplified, sexualized version of his usual, chaotic self. Eager to both tease and please. After all, the more you tease, the more they want it, and Harry loved to elongate everything with Gil as far as he could until Gil was a begging mess.
Speaking of begging, Gil’s pants began to grow quick and unrhythmic as his climax came close. “I’m getting close, too. Uma…p-please..” He whined as he listened to the beautiful music of Uma’s moans.
“Yes, yes baby. You can come. Come long and hard like I know you can.” Neither of the boys knew which one she was talking to, but they obeyed the order regardless. Gil let out a huge moan as he came inside of Uma, knowing he’d have quite the messy condom to throw away later. As he came, Harry could feel Gil’s hole tightening around him. The warm, tight hole around Harry’s throbbing cock was enough for the devilish pirate to reach his peak, whispering both Gil and Uma’s name as he did.
By the time Uma had undone Gil’s cuffs and Harry had thrown away both of the condoms, the three laid sprawled out across the bed, both of the boys near drenched in sweat. “Thank wicked for snow days, yeah?” Harry huffed out as he tangled his fingers in Gil’s ruffled and messy locks.
“Definitely.” Uma smiled, staring up at the ceiling then lowering her eyes to the roaring fireplace. “You boys want me to turn off the fireplace?”
“No, I think we’re good here.” Gil hummed between breaths, taking in the scent and afterglow of his two favorite people. Then, he noticed something. “Uma, did you finish?”
“No, that doesn’t matter though. Making you boys feel good is fine enough for me.” Gil leaned up and looked over to Harry, cocking an eyebrow and letting a playful smirk spread across his face.
“Well we can’t have that, can we, Harry?” Harry shrugged his shoulders as he began to leave little nibbles on Uma’s neck while Gil lowered himself to Uma’s thighs and began to tease her folds with his fingers. Uma sighed and closed her eyes, realizing a newfound love for snow days.
Summary: The Lost Revenge Crew finally has Ben in the palm of their hands. Sofi knows exactly what to do to make him snap and fall even further into their trap.
Pairings: Harry x OC, mentions of Ben x Mal, possible Ben x Evie, Uma x OC
Rating: T for minor language, mentions of gore, and quite a bit of violence
Warnings: Minor language, mentions of descriptive gore and dead bodies, violence (both including and excluding weapons), and Ben is kinda in a hostage situation so there’s that?
Author’s Note: Not gonna lie this might be my favorite chapter I’ve written so far. Also, I’m really sorry for the inactivity. School is kind of being a pain in the butt right now.
The walk back to the Chip Shoppe was relatively uneventful and silent. Harry was laser focused on getting back to Uma and making sure Mal held up her end of the bargain. I was laser focused on getting down to the ship’s lower deck and making sure I could do everything in my power to tear the royal beast apart. I had been so previously fixated on carrying out every small step of this plan that I had little time to focus on how it was affecting me emotionally. But, as Harry and I arrived at where we would take our separate paths, I realized that all I was seeing was red at the mere thought of Ben’s name. I could easily go in there and slash him up until his stringy intestines were burst out of his chest for me to use as jump rope. There were many fibres of my being that wandered into a euphoric haze at the idea, but my daydream was broken when Harry took my face into his hands and looked directly into me. While my mind’s eye saw red, my real eyes could see nothing but the wide sea of blue and the warm air of Harry’s eyes. “Are you ready for this, duckling? You know what to do?” He asked, grounding me in what my limits were. As much as it upset me to admit it, Ben had to come out of this alive. But it didn’t mean I wouldn’t make him wish he were dead.
“Yeah. You’ll keep an eye on Mal when she comes in?” My mind raced to Uma when I responded. We knew Mal would come to the restaurant no matter what. Whether her and Ben were on good terms or not, it’d be idiotic and a sociopolitical suicide for her to leave Ben to be tortured by a bunch of ‘wharfy pirates.’ What we weren’t certain of was whether or not she’d try to pull something. “I don’t even want to think about Uma getting hurt…” I started to speak when Harry gripped my hands tight, a tiny laugh peaking through the cracks of his rarely seen sweet smile.
“Sofi…Uma’s our Captain for a reason. Even if Mal had the balls to pull something, which she doesn’t, Uma would be able to handle her pretty quickly. Not to mention that Gil and I will be watching them the whole time. You need to take a breath and focus on the goal, here. Can you do that for me, duckling?” After a moment’s hesitation, I took in a slow breath and nodded. Harry lightly kissed my head as he pulled me in for a quick embrace. “That’s my girl. Now go get us our magic, will you?” He said as he let me go and walked away.
The lower deck of the ship was definitely fit for Ben. It stood nearly bare with only me, him, the chair he was tied to and the millions of cobweb strings hung high and low across the musty room. Tiny drops of water would occasionally drip onto the creaky wood floors, adding a bit of sound to the otherwise dead silent room I walked into. Ben’s head hung low, not wanting to look me in the eye. Too bad he didn’t have a choice. Unconscious or not, he was going to be a part of this game. He had to be. I knelt down in front of him and swiftly swiped my hand across his pale cheek, sending a loud slap through the air and jolting him up. “Rise and shine, your Majesty! Nap time’s over.”
Ben looked around frantically and began to chaotically struggle at his restraints. “Where am I? What is this! You better get me out of here or I swear I’ll -”
I had trouble holding back a laugh. Clearly Ben had never been held captive before. “You’ll what? I’m already stuck in this shithole your father built. Besides, you clearly have no idea how to get out of those ropes. Not that anybody would, Gil’s gotta be the best guy with ropes on the entire Isle. So tell me, King Ben…what are you gonna do?” I smiled and confidently cocked my head to the side. Ben speedily eyed me up and down, scanning me to see if he recognized me. It took him only a few seconds of this scanning to realize that we had seen each other before.
“You…we saw each other on the street. You could have killed me.”
“But I didn’t. You’ll find out why soon, don’t worry. I could kill you now, too. But…I’m not gonna.” I replied simply as I took my dagger out of my pocket and fiddled around with the handle. His eyes widened slightly as he looked down at the blade. I smirked and pointed the tip of the blade down toward his crotch. “Relax, as long as you do what I tell you, you’ll get out completely unharmed. And I promise you, your Majesty, I don’t ask for much.”
I stood up and began to wander around the room, taking in the smell that really started to peak through once it combined with the King’s fearful sweat. “I’m going to ask you some questions. All but one will have a simple yes or no answer, but we’ll get to that one question at the end. The rules of this little game are simple, you’re going to answer each and every question with complete honesty. If you try to ask me questions, dodge your questions or even think about lying, I will know. And you’ll get a nasty cut from this little friend of mine here.” I lightly waved my dagger in his eyes like a carrot to a rabbit. “Not anything deep enough to kill you. But definitely deep enough to hurt. But as long as you follow the rules, you won’t even have to worry about it! Are we clear?” My face went from playful to a dark glare as I stood awaiting his answer.
“Why are you doing this? Do you think that tying me up and interrogating me like this is really going to get you off the Isle?” I groaned and rolled my eyes before making a quick slash up the side of his left arm. He gritted his teeth, attempting to hold back the immense amount of pain that just shot through his body.
“What did I just say? You don’t get to ask questions, Beastie Boy. All I’m asking for is your complete honesty, is that really so hard? Especially after all the shit your family has put me through?” Ben opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly silenced when he noticed the tip of my dagger edging ever so closely to his other arm. He shut off his words and quickly shook his head, finally abiding by my commands. “Good boy. Now, firstly, your father made the decision 20 years ago to bring back every single villain that had been killed…only to imprison them on an island with no magic and no way out. Yes or no?” Ben leaned back, confused at the simplicity of the question. He nods his head swiftly, allowing me to continue.
“Alright, good. Next question. A couple months back, you decided to give some of the kids born on said island a chance for redemption. So you brought to Auradon who you thought were the baddest of the bad. Son of Jafar, son of Cruella De Vil, daughter of the Evil Queen….and of course, daughter of Maleficent. Yes or no?” There was a pause in his response. A shred of hesitancy. I wasn’t going to tolerate hesitancy. I lunged my dagger into his right leg, causing an extremely pained yelp to cry out from the King. “Yes…or no?”
“Yes, yes I brought those kids to Auradon…but I didn’t think they were the baddest of the bad. I had seen one of them before and…I wanted to meet them, but I knew that one wouldn’t come without the others.” I leaned back in a bit of shock. How could he have already known about the core four if this was his first time on the Isle? “Evie…I saw her in a dream. I wanted nothing more than to meet her, to see if she were real. But I knew she wouldn’t come if I didn’t bring the rest of her friends with her.” A devilish smile crept across my face. Evie had found some way to sneak into Ben’s mind and plant the seed that lead to her and her friends escaping the Isle.
“So…even though Evie was the one you wanted to meet, Mal was the one you ended up falling in love with once these Core Four came to Auradon. Then again, I guess you didn’t fall in love with Mal naturally. She spelled you, then somewhere along the way, with her magic mixed in, she caught your eye. Yes?” With a hint of regret, he nodded his head. There was a part of him that still felt that desire to know Evie. I could definitely use that to my advantage..later. “So, given that you fell for Mal, even after the love spell wore off…she probably tells you everything. Yes or no?”
“Yes. Especially after I became King. Her and her friends came to me with a whole bunch of information about the Isle. Like she told me about-”
“Slow your roll, Beastie Boy. I decide what info you share, here. Next order of business, Mal and her friends were the ones who informed you about the corruption behind Peter Pan. Yes or no?” With a hint of reluctance, Ben nodded his head. Hopefully now he’s starting to get a hint of the kind of information I’m in need of. If not now, he would get it really soon. “So when Mal and her friends told you who Peter Pan really was, you sent her, her friends, and your strongest Auradon guards to Neverland to capture Pan and bring him to the Isle of the Lost where you felt he belonged. Yes or no?” After another swift nod, I leaned in close to the captured King. “Alright, Benny Boy. This last question’s a little different. This ain’t a yes or no kind of question, but I still need one hundred percent honesty. You think you can do that for me?” Absolute silence. Then, a slow, fearful nod. “I want you to give me the same order you gave Mal, and her friends, and those Auradon guards. The exact same order. Word for goddamn word.” I removed my dagger from his right leg and placed it against his throat. I knew for sure that I wouldn’t slice him up. But he didn’t. I had to make sure he was scared enough to give me the information I needed.
“I told them to go to Neverland, find Peter Pan, capture him and bring him to the Isle of the Lost by any means necessary.” Of course. Of course it’d be those four little words that would drive Mal and her friends and those guards over the edge. As I saw all those bloodied, gory bodies laying across the beach, staining the sand’s white pigment and leaking into the ocean, I wondered what could possibly drive someone to do something like this to a bunch of innocent boys? Now, I know. I cleaned Ben’s blood off my blade with my shirt and placed my dagger back in its sheath. I stood and couldn’t help but to slowly pace around the room silently. At first, I thought it was all Mal’s fault for telling Ben and being the one to dig the swords into their skin. It still is…but now I realize that they might have been a bit more merciful had Ben not used those four little words.
“By any means necessary, huh? Yep, there’s the ticket. You know, as a fellow leader…I should probably give you a valuable piece of advice.” I slowly leaned closer to his face before letting my fist collide with his right cheek. “Be careful what you say when you’re giving orders. Otherwise, your own words could kill hundreds!” My blaring voice rang through the musty room as I fought back the urge to continue decking him over and over again. His face showed a blatant and pained confusion.
“Fellow leader? What the hell are you talking about? Isn’t Uma the Captain?”
“You seriously haven’t gotten it through your head by now? Whatever. Who I used to be doesn’t matter. What matters is what you did. Those four little words that you threw around like they were nothing? Those words killed hundreds of innocent boys. All because you and your stupid kingdom wanted to lock up some bastard who you weren’t even gonna find anyways!”
“Okay, is this about Neverland? Because Mal told me that all of the Lost Boys were taken care of.”
“That means MURDERED, idiot! Your girlfriend and her friends went to Neverland looking to lock up my father, which they never would have been able to do anyway, and saw my Lost Boys as some kind of obstacle they had to slaughter their way past. All because of your orders.” A short growl involuntarily came from the King’s mouth. It was finally starting to work. “Do you hear that, Ben? That’s your own guilt coming to eat you alive. Do you think it’d get worse if I told you that no matter what your girlfriend did, the only place she would’ve found my father is rotting away deep in the ocean? Peter Pan’s been dead for years. We had quite the utopia going on Neverland before your army ruined it. Every boy felt loved, wanted, special. We didn’t have a whole constitution of rules tying us down. And you….you took that away!” Tiny, dark brown hairs started to grow from Ben’s face as yet another roar flowed through the room.
“What are you doing to me?” He asked worryingly, his voice starting to morph into something more animalistic.
“I’m not doing anything. Correct me if I’m wrong, Your Majesty, but you and your father shift into Beast form when in pain, yes?” Nothing but a gruffy huff in response. I can only assume that means I’m right. “One thing I’ve learned from living with hundreds of teenage boys? There is nothing more painful to a teenage boy than his own guilt consuming him.” As more of his beastly hairs continued to grow longer and thicker, I grabbed the tiny glass vial from my pocket and popped open the cork. As I quickly plucked the hairs needed for the elixir, I relished in every pained yelp he gave and smiled when his beastly roar turned into a cry of regret.
“If it makes you feel any better,” I darkly spoke as I put the cork back onto the vial, watching the beastly hairs inside turn into a cluster of gold sparkles. “Your painful guilt is about to make a lot of wharfy pirates very…very happy. Ciao.” I gave a small, playful wave before walking out of the room and to the upper deck of the ship. There, close to the mast, was Uma. Similar to when we had our first close connection, she sat looking straight out to the ocean. But this time, there was a different sort of air around her. She was waiting for something, but not very patiently. Her angelic sea smile spread across her face when she turned to see me walking towards her.
“How did it go? I heard screaming.” She asked as she softly moved closer to me.
“We’ve got everything we need. Now we just wait for the Doctor to come back with everything else. As for the screaming, let’s say that Beast is a lot easier than we thought he’d be.” I tried to keep my mind focused on the plan, how close it was to being completed and how perfectly it had been going so far. But, what I found out about my boys remained on my mind. Uma knew that too. She took my hand into hers and began smoothing over my skin with her thumb.
“I heard screaming from you too. Are you okay?” I leaned her head onto my shoulder and let go of her hand as I began to run my fingers through her braids.
“Honestly, it hurt a little bit thinking about that day again. I’ve been so busy with this plan and getting settled in the Isle that I’ve never really had the time to let it sink in. I haven’t really talked about it with anybody.”
“You can talk about it now, if you want. I’m usually not the best listener, but I can try.” That little bit of bite in the tone of her voice brought a smile to my face, just as it always has since the day I met her. I brushed off the topic and planted a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“I appreciate that. But the best thing we can do right now is make sure this plan stays in motion. Will Mal be at the ship tomorrow?” I asked, shifting the topic away from any kind of emotional struggle.
“No doubt about it. Knowing her, she’ll probably bring her friends as backup. So, what do you say, Island Girl? You ready to break some bones and melt some brains?” She asked, leaning up from my shoulder and grabbing my hands tightly in excitement.
“My dear Captain, I’ve never been more ready for something in my entire life.”
Summary:Harry, Sofi, and Gil hunt down the beast. Basically the solo Harry Hook scene from D2 with some EXTRA EXTRA gay thrown in because why not?
Pairings:Harry Hook x OC, mentions of Jay x Carlos, mention of former!Harry x Carlos, mention of Harry x OC x Uma, oh and a Harry x Gil kiss because why not
Rating: T for language, threats of violence, and a whole lot of sexual tension
Warnings: Language, threats of violence, whole lot of sexual tension and some possible innuendos if you squint??
Author’s Note: Tumblr’s formatting is so weird and won’t let me indent my paragraphs and it’s kinda driving me crazy.
It didn’t take Gil and I very long to get to Harry. The two of us walked through the bazaar, Gil’s fire still roaring high and my hand ready on my dagger in case someone wanted to cause some unwanted trouble. We finally found him twiddling with his hook and taking a swig from his flask as he stood outside of Shenzi’s Hyena Pub. “Getting tipsy before a hunt, huh? Bad idea, Hooky.” I spoke flirtatiously as we finally came close enough for me to snake my arms around his neck.
Harry plants a quick, fiery kiss on my lips as he responds. “All of my ideas are bad, duckling, that’s what makes them so good.” He smirked as he leaned in to take the kiss further. As tempting as his lips seemed to mine, I put my finger gently on top of them to keep him from deepening his touch.
“Not here, Harry.”
“Why not? We’ve got plenty of time to catch our beast, it’s not like Uma gave us a deadline, right?” His lustful gaze bore deep into my chest, but that gaze was changed to a look of realization as Gil tapped his shoulder, waving excitedly when Harry made eye contact with him. “Oh, that’s why not.”
“Hey, Harry! I’m helping you guys take Ben, isn’t that awesome?” Gil beamed, his disposition faintly switching back and forth between sweet and an angry fire. Harry turned me to the side and lowered his voice as he spoke.
“Since when was Gil a part of this? Did Uma say it was okay?” Harry was a combination of confused and a tad bit paranoid. His free hand gripped onto the arch of his hook, seeming worried that Uma would punish us for letting someone into this special plan of ours.
“Why wouldn’t he be? I mean, you’re strong, Harry, but Gil has the strength to drape you over his shoulder in seconds. Imagine the damage he could do to Ben before Uma ties him up. It’s fitting. The son of Gaston finally hunting down the little legacy of the Beast that made both his and his father’s life miserable. Besides, Gil was third in command before I got here. I think he should stay there.” I looked to Gil as we spoke, watching as he smiled back at me.
“Wouldn’t that knock you down a peg, duckling?”
“Not necessarily. Two people can share a certain amount of power.” I leaned in extra close to his ear, lowering my voice to a husky whisper. “Happens in the bedroom all the time, right, Hooky?” His breath makes a tiny hitch as I take a small, gentle nibble on his earlobe before backing away. Harry smiles before wrapping his arm around Gil and playfully dragging him across the trash-infested streets of the Isle.
Not long after our walk began, we found a familiar looking crowd standing down at the end of the street, with one boy in particular trailing just a bit too far behind. “Huh, that hut at the end of the street looks like Mal’s old place..” Gil pointed at the straying group of kids. Harry quickly knocked his hand down, careful not to draw too much attention to ourselves.
“That is Mal’s old place. And it looks like our prey is falling a bit far behind the pack.” Harry replied. I snickered as I noticed Ben’s naive dancing along the shoulders of the street. Honestly, I’m surprised that he’s lasted this long. But the time for roaming the Isle is long gone for this royal bastard.
“Gil, you should get him now while he’s behind. That way we don’t have to worry about fighting off the entourage.” When I turned my head to gesture Gil towards the baby Beast, his demeanor seemed nervous, unsure. “Gil, what are you waiting for? Go get him, knock him out and bring him to the lower deck of the ship so Uma can tie him up!”
Gil stood still. Frozen and almost dumbfounded by the sight of his greatest enemy standing so close in his sights. “I…I don’t know, Sofi. Maybe I’m not cut out for this after all.” He mumbled, stepping back behind Harry.
“What the fuck are you talking about, not cut out for it? Just a few minutes ago, you were yelling at me with fire in your eyes about how you wanted to be included in things like this!” I gritted my teeth, wanting to yell the boy into shape but not wanting to scare off the Beast.
“I know..and I do. But I just, I’m not very good at hurting people. I don’t..I don’t really know how to do it.” Gil began to stumble on his words as his nervousness grew and grew. Was he really having second thoughts about this when he was so close? Harry grabbed Gil by his shoulders and pulled the blonde closer to him, mere inches separating their faces as their chests touched.
“Gil, sunshine, listen to me. You see that son of a bitch over there?” He asked, pointing to Ben, who didn’t seem to suspect a thing. “That boy’s father had your father nearly killed by pushing him off a cliff. That boy’s father created this hellhole Isle and had you, me, Uma and all the rest of us trapped here without even giving us a chance! Do you think he deserves to walk away from that unscathed?” Gil shook his head, slowly understand Harry’s words but more encaptured by their closeness.
“I mean…I guess hurting Ben would be hurting his dad too, right?”
“Exactly, Gil! That asshole over there made you, your father, and your crew’s life miserable from the jump. I know that pisses you off. So why don’t you get over there and beat him so black and blue his parents won’t recognize him?” Before Gil is able to playfully shout in agreement, Harry grabs Gil by his face and crashes their lips together. My eyes widen at the suddenness of it all, but from Gil’s brightened eyes and motivated smile, I could tell he wasn’t complaining. After the quick collision of their lips had subsided, Gil hastily and quietly ran to hunt his Beast. Waiting for our cue to pass Uma’s message, I look to Harry in a bit of a shock.
“Harry, what was that?” I ask, a small laugh of confusion escaping from my mouth.
“A bit of motivation. Some good luck for our brave soldier.” He joked, shrugging it off as if it was something he had done before. Was it something he had done before? Did Uma know about this? It then dawned on me the main reason Harry kissed Gil, and the main reason it worked so well.
“You know about his crush on you, don’t you?”
“Oh definitely, duckling. He makes it very obvious. Uma and I thought about letting him into the relationship at one point, but he’s just not into Uma like that. Why be with the both of us if you only have feelings for one, yeah?” I shrugged in response. It seemed so simple yet so complicated at the same time. It made sense, but yet so many questions popped into my mind.
“So, do the two of you have something going or are you just some lip service to each other?” Harry chuckled at the pun, not caring much whether or not it was intended. “Seriously. I’m sure Uma and I would like to know if you’re hooking up with someone that isn’t us.”
“He thinks of my kisses like little good luck charms. Nothing more. He told me so himself. Although, I would be lying if I told you I had never hooked up with him before. But it was long before Uma and I became an official item.” As I watched Gil carry an unconscious Ben over his shoulder and away from the entourage, I began my slow walk towards Mal’s home.
“You’ve got quite the body count, don’t you, Hooky?”
“What can I say, duckling? He’s very tender. Tender and gentle. I love taking the gentle ones and making them scream my name.” His luscious words tempted me, but we had a job to focus on. I would deal with my urges later.
“You better hope Uma doesn’t hear you saying that. The only name she wants screamed is hers.” Harry was about to spit out a response when we hear a soft, fair voice calling out Ben’s name. Harry and I were still relatively far back in the shadows. I stayed towards the back as Harry walked in front of me. His silhouette must have looked similar to the King’s because Evie still believed the shadow belonged to the royal Beast.
“Ben! Ben…don’t scare us like that.” With Evie’s words and sighs of relief from the boys around her, Harry and I emerged from the shadows and stood side by side, leaving them in shock.
“Don’t scare you? That’s my speciality.” Harry teased as I gave a conniving, quiet laugh from the side.
“Harry…” Evie whispered in disbelief. Did she really think that someone like Ben could walk through the Isle and have nothing happen to him? Whether we had a plan or not, there are plenty of people on the Isle who would hate Ben enough to snatch him. It just so happened to be us this time around.
“What did you do with Ben?” Jay asked, seeming tempted to take a step up towards us.
“Oh, uh, we nicked him.” Harry replied simply and nonchalantly, a small smile reminding him of our victorious mischief. I chuckled in response, remembering Gil’s smile as he walked past us with Ben passed out and draped over his shoulder.
“Like candy from a baby.” I taunted, peering into every pair of eyes I could find in front of me.
“And if you ever want to see him again, have Mal come to the Chip Shoppe tonight. Alone.” He glared as he let his finger roam to Evie, then Jay, then Carlos. “Uma wants a little visit.” He side eyed towards me, excited for what was in store for us.
“No weapons, either.”
“Weapons? Why would Mal need to worry about weapons?” Evie asked.
“Aw, Evie darling, seems like you’ve been in Auradon a bit too long, haven’t you?” Harry taunted, eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat.
“I saw Mal at Curl Up and Dye not too long ago. The blushing Queen to be had a knife in her back pocket. If she even tries to think about pulling something on Uma…” I let my fingers trace on the arch of Harry’s hook, wandering until they decided to grip the middle. “She’ll get hooked right where she stands.” I’m slightly taken aback as Carlos takes a confronting step in front of Jay and Evie, attempting to defend them.
“Why are you even a part of this? There’s no way you grew up on the Isle.” Carlos bit back aggressively. Given his small stature and some juicy bits of information I had learned about him from Harry, it was nearly impossible to take his defense seriously. I let an evil, mocking laugh roar from my chest as I looked over to Harry, pretending to be frightened.
“Well, well! Looks like Doggy Boy over here has got some brains after all. I had no idea someone so small could have so much bark in them, did you, Harry?” He tsked and shook his head as he eyed his old flame up and down.
“Oh, I know about his bark, duckling. But his biggest weakness is one..little..bite.” Harry lowered his voice to an alluring growl as he yipped directly to Carlos’ face. Jay immediately pushed his boyfriend behind him, ready to fight Harry by any means necessary. But, to his dismay, Evie held him back. “Aw, Jay…it seems like you’ve lost your touch. First you let your bike get snatched up, now it seems you can’t even keep your boyfriend from being stolen. It’s a good thing we’re not interested in him, ain’t it, Sofi?”
I chuckled as I eyed the flustered and angry kids in front of us. “Damn straight, it is. Seriously, Doggy Boy, you’re gonna go from someone like Harry..to someone like Jay? Talk about a major downgrade.” Evie continued to hold the two boys back behind her as she stepped forward and looked at me. There wasn’t any kind of glare or sneer. Quite frankly, she didn’t even look afraid. It seemed that all she wanted to do was take in the girl in front of her: me.
“Who are you? We saw you at Yzma’s egg stand. You could’ve killed Ben right then and there. Why didn’t you?” She asked, attempting to scare the truth out of me using interrogation. However, her skills weren’t that strong.
“Oh, Evie. That’s for me to know and for you to find out later. Ciao.” I gave a small wave as I locked my fingers into Harry’s hand and walked away from the entourage.
Hey guys! I promise I haven’t totally given up on this blog yet. The holidays are a very busy time for me and I really hope you all can understand that. That being said…
I HAVE ANNOUNCEMENTS!
I am currently working on Chapter 11 of Evil Karma and am going to try my best to have it up by next Monday
I am also working on TWO Sea Three smuts (one requested, one that I just felt like writing since it’s getting cold outside) and will also try to have those done in time for the holidays.
I’ve been listening to a LOT of music lately and have been debating on whether or not I should make little “playlists” for Huma, Sea Three, Harry, Uma, Gil, etc? Let me know what you guys think.
Just a one-shot of my two favorite ladies at the moment. This does press into more modern issues, depicting some darker themes that could have on the island as well as some deserved smut from Malvie and or Mevie. Whatever y'all prefer. Obviously I don’t own anything, mostly for the beginning scene take out and the song lyrics. Enjoy!
“I’m not coming back, Evie…” I step away and unhook my arms from the blue-haired princess a bit awkwardly and quickly. “I can’t…I really tried to tell you.” I say. I’m really trying to not sound like a bitch and with all the purest sincerity I can, but it comes out a bit forcefully.
Evie turns away with a little bit of half gasp and half sigh, her arms retreating slowly back to herself. She’s already starting to cry. Fuck. I try to direct and “lighten up the mood” without so much added guilt.
“But I mean….I saw the way your face lit up when we saw those dorm rooms for the first time…and, I couldn’t spoil that for you.” She looks at me boldly again, head held high.
“If you are staying, then I’m staying too.” It’s confident, but I know it’s not what she wants. I KNOW. MY Evie would never be happy here; not after all we had been through to get out. But she says it for ME. Even after leaving with a pathetic note, mostly directed towards Ben, it had hurt my best friend the most, and she was still willingly to put on the most deceiving fake smile and say she was going to stay with me on the abusive isle. Because that is just who she is.
Which makes it all the more reason that she doesn’t belong here.
“No.” I say sternly, but end it more playfully. Evie doesn’t deserve to treated like this, I don’t deserve her pity…or whatever that pout she is looking at me with. “Evie…you are an Auradon girl. And I am…and always will be…the girl from the Isle.”
She looks away from me, letting her eyes well up with more tears. I figure that this will be the hint for her to walk away; take the boys home and leave me alone. Instead, I hear a final, long sniffle, and her arm is back into the crook of mine, where it was hardly cold from where she had last touched it. She shoots me a shy and sad smile with those red lips, and leads me back up to the loft. We are both quiet walking up the stairs and remain in a blissful silence on the shady balcony. But it feels safe. It always feels safe…or if not safe, it’s just okay when Evie is around.
And it’s just like old times, back on the Isle. High above on the exclusive balcony, hand in hand, where the wind is harsh and cold at times, but between our two hot bodies, it doesn’t even bother us.
Though it had not always been like this. Evie and I had not always been close, or even close to be called remotely friends, per say. I was content to, while not being my mother, to be at least evil. Practice my wickedness with these poor people on the Island. Graffiti the wall, take candy from a baby, what you will. With no fucks given attitude, it didn’t blend in well with Evie’s personality whatsoever.
She had always been different from everyone on this island. Maybe it’s because her mom was a banished Queen, and had brought up Evie to know she was a princess. That was at least better than some of us. And while Evie was not bashful to gloat her obvious beauty, it didn’t stop her from being nice to people. For someone whom I know didn’t get enough physical affection from her mother (maybe some more than the rest of us) still baffled people with her lack of personal boundaries and tendency to grab hold of anyone and everyone’s hands. Maybe because her first ten years locked in castle far away from town, away from even the nastiest people, made her want to hang on and not let go.
I didn’t know what to think about her when she first moved closer to the rest of us. She was so weird. So giggly, such a…princess. While she was mostly focused on her looks and her dreams of marrying a handsome prince, didn’t mean she wasn’t at least pleasant to everyone else.
She never deserved to be here.
I wanted to hate her so bad. I teased on her loads of times those first few weeks of school. Nothing terrible really, but enough to be noticed and gain a polite eye roll with a twinkle of fear in her eye when I approached. But I couldn’t help myself, she was just so easy. But at the same time I couldn’t help but be enchanted by the strange girl to NOT tease her.
That is until the party.
Uma, daughter of Ursula, threw these parties pretty regularly. Usually kept outside the restaurant. Though sweets were out of the picture, alcohol wasn’t. Just like Auradon, to rid of the foul tasting drink, and leave it to all the villians.
But hey, what other fun are you gonna have on the stupid island?
Anyways, I was there with Jay. Not really friends at the time, but we compared our thievery for the day, though Jay was more persistent with the trade. Closest to a friend one could have, I suppose. But she came in with Carlos, cruella Devil’s son. I had seen them hang around each other some and gawked at the strange sight. As far as I knew, Carlos was a soft, wimpy, and nerdy kid. Why would she bother herself with him? She was clearly more liked than he was.
But they talked and managed to socialize among the rest of the groups. I proceeded my usual spot, leaning up against a wall, thinking I didn’t need anyone. My eyes scanned everyone but would always land back on Evie. And how I could I not? She wasn’t lying when she would flaunt her beauty. Her blue hair dangled perfectly next to her tan skin, her dark eyes popping against the blue so perfectly…
“Take a picture, it will last longer.” I finally snapped back into reality to no other then Evie, with a coy grin.
I’m taken aback, just for a second. I match with my own sly grin. “I should…add it to my collection. I like something pretty to look at and recognize it in my nightmares.”
But she didn’t bat an eye and smiled. "You think I’m pretty?” I stifled out a chuckle, but like the one where it is just a forceful amount of air coming out your nose. But I couldn’t help but be amused. Evie hadn’t been so bold before to confront me on anything, but the alcoholic twinkle in her eyes lead me to believe where the courage came from.
I kept my eyes on her, smirk content on my face while I outreached my hand to Gil who was passing out drinks on a platter and grabbed myself a drink. I gulped it down in one shot, delicately wiping the excess off the corner of my lip. Before I had the chance to step towards her, the drink already consuming my small body in the tingling fever of the alcohol, Evie had already beaten me to the punch. She had a massive grin on her, as she gently flicked her fingers onto my chest, to push me back up against my wall.
If I hadn’t been so impressed and turned on, I would have been pissed. I don’t give over control easily; or really at all. I call the charges, ESPECIALLY during sex. Or whatever this was, I didn’t get pushed against the wall.
And like it.
“Not so tough now are you?” Evie whispered into my ear, and I fought the urge to shiver at her voice. Granted, Evie’s voice always sounded like she was trying to seduce someone. Always. But in that moment, it was even sexier. It was aimed for a certain person; that person being ME.
I chuckled again, tilting my head. “And you are, Princess?” I landed one of my hands on her hips, testing the boundaries. While most people on the Isle are complete assholes and thieves, myself included, I didn’t want anyone to experience something they didn’t want to. Living in a world that had no rules, not being assaulted at least one point in your life was the minority. Even I didn’t want to be that evil.
Evie cocks an eyebrow, stepping in even closer. “I figured all that teasing really was just your immature way of flirting.” I laugh out loud for that one.
“Really? You don’t think the alcohol is just impairing both of us to make…wicked and stupid choices?”
“Drunk thoughts and actions are sober thoughts…and by that logic, wouldn’t that be a good thing?” Her mouth just keeps getting closer to my ear, where I can feel her smile on it.
“I suppose….” I say as I rake my fingers up her back slowly, and caress them on the back of her neck.
“You know I’m right.” Damn, she was so confident. We had barely talked to one another and now…she is kissing my neck as if this was normal. As if perhaps we have done this before. I would have definitely remembered this though.
How could anything so logically strange feel so good?
And yet…on the Isle of the Lost, it’s not a normal deal to think about it. Impulsiveness and acting on emotion is a majority of why things happen around here, “good” or “bad.”
She continues to kiss my neck, with a mix of soft brushes and a series of bites. Each bite surges my back to arch into her even more. My hands have taken their place on the back of Evie’s hair, underneath where her hair had been pushed up to give it volume, making it easy access for my hand. With each surge, I grabbed a fistful of the blue tangles and pulled. Not too hard to really hurt her, just enough to “regin” her back in, so to speak.
It’s my turn to push her off me and I take the heated moment to look at her. Her red lip still is still in tact and I don’t feel the residue on my neck whatsoever. I’m only curious for half a second before the gives her sly grin again, and I pull her arms into me, me leaning up against the wall again, her lips against mine.
I can taste the bitter liquid on her lips, and now she had more than I did. I didn’t think that such a sissy princess could hold her liquor.
But Evie would always continue to surprise me.
Her arms now locked in my hands, molds her body into mine, her lips soft and curious. I try to delve deeper, but she is persistent to take it slow. For now.
Through the pauses of each kiss, she would use her breath to giggle, before increasing whatever we were doing. Whether it was finding a new part of my body to hold, or her tongue discovering mine, she would continue to giggle each break she got. I couldn’t help but at least blow out a chuckle in response. I was sure it was the alcohol bringing out even more of her bubbly personality, but it was so cute. And I normally hate cute.
“Wow Mal….didn’t think you to be the type to romance a Princess?” I finally hear Jay call out, and I disconnect from Evie, annoyance waving over me. “Fuck off, Jay.”
“Do you really wanna use such foul language in front of a lady royal? C’mon, girl…romancing 101.” Jay mocks, his smiles cockily, joining me on the wall. I take a glance at Evie, who doesn’t seem annoyed, but rather amused. I’m just pissed off.
“Wanna go?” I ask. She looks back at me and nods, never once letting go of my hand. We pass the party goers, some of them sneering or laughing at us. Typical.
I lead her to my own personal hang out, set up with a bed and most of my stuff. A girl can only take so much at home when your mother is Maleficent.
I lead her onto the bed and drop her off while I make sure the blinds are closed around the building. When I focus on her again, she looks a bit panicked. Of course I immediately believe the drink has worn off and she had realized what she was doing.
But she is looking inside a little mirror, looking at what I assume is herself.
“Um…you wouldn’t possibly have some lipstick, would you?” She asks me. I think she already knows the answer, but her eyes plead to be hopeful.
“Uh, why?”
“Because my lipstick is smudged! It’s so unattractive…I just….really need to fix it…” She looks like she is shaking a bit and now I feel panicked. She literally didn’t look any different. I mean, maybe it was a little worn down from you know…activities… but damn.
“Evie…it’s fine. It doesn’t need to be perfect. You still look…beautiful.” I join her on the bed. Letting our knees touch. This was way too personal for me, but the poor girl looked as if she disappointed someone…and I know how that feels.
She sniffles a little bit. “No I’m not…no one wants to look at me when I look like this….”
“I do.” I lean in, kissing her softly. Anything to make her stop, though I couldn’t help extend of my empathy towards her, something I hadn’t practiced on in a long time. I knew Evie was vain, but I also figured her words were not her own.
She breaks it and gives me a little chuckles and a fake smile. “I’m sorry…crying isn’t attractive either…let’s just…” She goes to remove my jacket, and once it is off, she discovers the long white scars stripped down my collar bone. She pauses and bites her bottom lip cautiously. And she knows what it is from, or least the idea where such a careful spot of an injury would be placed.
Abuse didn’t stem too far or relative from the scumbags on the streets.
And people on the Isle DON’T talk about what goes on at home, we all just know. Our parents are villains for wicked’s sake. While some kids endured injuries, we were all manipulated psychologically and emotionally. Much like Evie.
I push my own memory of the scar down and want to just push the princess down on the bed and kiss her. Fuck her, I don’t care. As long as emotions don’t have to get involved. But She finally makes her move and bends down to kiss the scar softly and slowly. Her dark eyes reach my green ones, only a glimpse of pity casts in her eyes, before she cups my face into her hands and once again brings her lips to mine.
Her hands are comforting but too intimate for what I was planning for. But in the moment, I didn’t care. It was survival.
And let’s be clear on a couple things. Physical contact was not forbidden, but not encouraged on the Isle. Parents didn’t give it to their children, and anything romantic or friendly was sneered and teased on. People on the Isle didn’t date. They didn’t hold hands, kiss each other, or go on dates. We fucked. We made out. We messed around, whatever. It wasn’t supposed to be an emotionally binding thing; it was meant for crazy fun. But it was the only way for kids to receive any sort of acceptable affection on the Isle. And that meant whoever would give it to you.
Second thing; and I mean, anyone could give it to you. Coming to Auradon, I had no idea of society’s standards. On the Isle, you could fuck anyone you wanted; girl or boy. No one batted an eye, as long as you didn’t openly dream of marrying one specific person, purposefully have children with them, and go on dates. But in Auradon, it was strictly man and woman in relationships. That was their goal, besides education and union. Sex and what came after that, and definitely wasn’t encouraged. The same genders could be friendly towards one another, girls holding onto each other because they were excited over a boy, was acceptable. But a relationship? Wasn’t heard of, or it was a secret.
Which was really hard to adapt to at first. Granted when Evie and I came to Auradon, we hadn’t been as close as we had been six months into living in Auradon. We did continue to having sex, kissing, and sometimes we cuddled on the Isle after the party. But it wasn’t an emotional thing. It was a mutual understanding on what we needed.
And only having the four of us in Aurdon, grew us even closer on an emotional level and a real friendship. And Evie got even more affectionate with the hugs and hand holding, and even with the preppy kid’s weird stares, she didn’t care. And if she didn’t, I didn’t.
We could still be us on the Isle, comforted in understanding and intimacy, without so much shame, but be somewhere with more opportunity.
And here I was now, having run away from it all. Back to the stinky, abusive, and terrible island. Willingly.
But here was Evie, my princess coming to rescue me. Or at least try to at first. We hold each other on the balcony, before she leads me back into my “room.” We stand in front of my bed, and I look at it sparingly, smiling a little from the old memory. I could feel her eyes on me and I look up at her shyly.
“And you can find me in the space between
Where two worlds come to meet
I’ll never be out of reach
Cause you’re a part of me
No matter where you go.”
I can’t help but squeak out a sniffle, because it is so Evie. To know it was important for me to stay, but…to know I was still important to her. We would always have what we had on this island and what had developed in Auradon.
And it hurts to know that I couldn’t change like she could and adapt better to life in Auradon. I couldn’t do it for Ben, for Carlos or Jay.
Or Evie.
I was too damaged, to molded by this life to fit anywhere else.
She then touches my scar once again, this time her right index finger, tracing along its curves.
“Be proud of all the scars
They make you who you are”
I let the tear rush down my cheek, give in and let my forehead fall into Evie’s, where she seems to already be ready for it. My eyes shut tight.
“Even if we’re worlds apart
You’re still in my heart
It will always be you and me.”
“I love you, E.”
It’s silent, only for a second before her lips are on mine once again. Something that hasn’t happened since before we moved to Auradon. It’s soft and powerful all at the same time, but equally quick.
