lovesick-amateur:

NSFW Alphabet

-SEND SOME IN-

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (They’re favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

F = Favorite Position 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

H = Hair (How well groomed are, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, get them going)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease)

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Send these in for the sea three if you wanna! (Please specify if it’s for one person or if it’s for a ship like huma… or if it’s for all three of them at once bc why not?)

I’m feeling pretty sinful today…

Gil x Harry Headcanons

In reference to @alice-on-elm-street request “sea three headcanons for the year Harry and Gil we’re separated from Uma following D2?”

Note: I know I didn’t mention Uma in these, and I can make some HCs for Uma if you want me to. I just felt the need to focus on the boys

- They didn’t think she was going to be gone at first. Both Harry and Gil were so caught up in everything that had happened at the cotillion that they’d just assumed she’d be back.

- It was when Jonas asked Harry if he was going to be Captain that Harry had realized what was happening. Uma was gone, separated from her boys, and they didn’t know when or even if she would return.

- Although he was hesitant to do so, Harry took up the role of Captain. It made the most sense for him, considering he was Uma’s first mate and therefore next in line in case anything happened to her. But thinking of that reality for even a second scared every shred of his being.

- Poor Gil, he was one of the last to realize what was going on.

- Like he was walking around just sort of unaware of everything until he heard someone call Harry ‘Captain’ and when he asked Harry about it everything just sort of hit him like a truck.

- You know how people always say that people have different ways of responding to things? This would be a prime example.

- When Harry first realized everything, he got angry. He became incredibly irritable and nearly every negative interaction ended with him threatening to hook someone.

- Everything about Harry is just incredibly intense. He never thought he had to fill the shoes of his Captain, not to mention that the girl he’s utterly obsessed with is just gone…and he doesn’t know if she’ll come back.

- Gil is pretty much the only person who can calm Harry down. And while it takes a while most times, Harry still appreciates it.

- Speaking of Gil, while he tries his best to hide it, he’s pretty upset too.

- When he first realized that his Captain was gone, he isolated himself completely. Only leaving Uma’s cabin on the ship for mandatory Chip Shoppe shifts and to occasionally check up on how Harry was doing. He was crushed.

- About four months into Uma’s ‘disappearance,’ the boys started spending their nights in Uma’s room together, looking for something…anything that reminded them of her.

- Gil never stopped asking questions. Whether out of confusion or fear, he always went to Harry asking him what was next for them.

“You don’t think she’s dead, do you?”

“I don’t know, sunshine…I hope not.”

- Harry began to cool down after about eight months or so, don’t get me wrong he still missed her like crazy, but he began substituting his anger for a massive increase in his impulsive behavior.

- Gil almost always tagged along in said impulsive behavior because he didn’t want to go back to isolating himself…to that sad, confusing sense of dread.

- This impulsive behavior included stealing more than usual, getting into the occasional bar fight at the Chip Shoppe

- But most of the crew had gone into such acts, these two boys had more…special ideas for each other.

- You know how I said that Gil was the only person who could calm Harry down while Uma was gone? Yeah…he had more than one way of doing so

- Sometimes Gil would just take Harry back to Uma’s room and let Harry lay on his chest, allowing Harry to speak his mind and maybe cry a bit if he really needed to. (He did).

- But other times? Other times he’d take Harry back to his own room on the ship and let the pirate do whatever he wanted to him.

“Gil, why are we in my room?”

“You’re angry, you’re frustrated. I don’t want you taking it out on your crew…”

- He’d be saying this as he slowly stripped to make sure Harry would catch the hint.

- Oh boy, did he catch that hint quickly.

- Overall, it was a rough year for the both of them. They never really found a “healthy” way to cope with Uma being gone. But, if they were gonna be broken, evil, and impulsive, they were definitely glad to be broken, evil and impulsive together.

Request Call

So I knooooow I’m supposed to be working on Chapter 11 of E.K. but I’ve been so stressed and have had NO inspiration. Therefore….

I AM NOW TAKING REQUESTS FOR THE SEA THREE

Here’s what I’m most comfortable with:

- Headcanons (my last headcanon post did SO well omfg)

- Fluff

- Smut

- pretty much anything except for major MAJOR angst

SO BRING THEM IN BC THESE BEAUTIFUL PIRATES DESERVE MORE CONTENT

So, first of all I just wanted to say that I hit 100 followers recently and I know that may not seem like much, but it’s awesome to know that people are liking my fic and are okay with seeing me ramble about Descendants because a lot of people I know IRL don’t even know I like Descendants. That’s really freaking cool.

Considering that, I feel like I owe you guys this reason as to why chapters may take a long time to be uploaded/why I may not be as active on my RP blog. (I will be posting this to my RP blog later since I know there are people who follow that blog and not this one but anyway). 

Let me start off by saying I am not taking a hiatus. I love writing Evil Karma so so SO much and taking a hiatus from it may cause me to forget about it (which I do NOT want to do). Chapters just may take a little bit longer. And a there are two big reasons why.

1. I am currently the lead in my high school’s production of She Kills Monsters. We’ve been having rehearsals pretty much every single day and I don’t get home until pretty late. We open the show in less than a month so when I do get home I usually spend that time resting or memorizing lines, reflecting on character work, etc. I am also preparing monologues and songs for online college auditions so if I’m not in rehearsal, I’m likely thinking about those as well. Both singing and acting is something I am incredibly passionate about and something I intend to turn into a career while writing is more of a hobby. Therefore, performing will take priority at times. I hope that’s okay.

2. I may make a longer post about this if enough people care, but my dad has been a struggling alcoholic since I was young and has recently relapsed after 2 years of sobriety. He’s not living with my mom and I, he is likely not coming back home, my mom has been throwing around the idea of divorce, etc. etc. I’m not as emotionally hurt as when this happened my freshman year, but it definitely doesn’t feel great. Keeping myself busy with the play has definitely helped, but I have a feeling that if things don’t lighten up after the show is over, I’m not going to be in the best mental state. My motivation for activities will go down, my urge to stress eat will increase, etc. etc.

I hope you guys all understand. I’m working on Chapter 11 tonight, but I have no idea how far I’ll get with it. I hope you guys have an amazing day.

Kinktober is almost upon us! I’m incredibly excited, nervous, and exhausted all at once. A lot of firsts will be happening this year. My first time writing for Kinktober, my first time writing for multiple fandoms, and a lotof these prompts will be the first time writing for certain kinks/pairings. As the month goes on, I’ll be making this post my Kinktober Masterlist so that it’ll be easier to find fics that you like. But first, a few disclaimers and stuff.

1) Even if they’re not adults in canon, all of the characters I will be writing for are over the age of 18. This is ESPECIALLY TRUE for My Hero Academia, Descendants, and the fics including Peter Parker, but it goes for all fics nonetheless. 

2) These fics will also be posted in a separate Kinktober 2020 work on AO3, which will go up on October 1st. Since AO3 doesn’t allow you to schedule posts, fics may go up a little later there than on tumblr. 

BUT!!!!!

2b) If you are reading on AO3, you’ll be getting the first 4 fics on October 1st. I’ll be out of town celebrating my birthday the first weekend of October and don’t feel like spending time getting AO3 posts ready, SO you win some you lose some.

3) Some of the kinks I’ll be writing will be a bit out of my comfort zone, so I apologize in advance if some of them seem a little rushed. On the bright side, some of the pairings and kinks I’m more familiar with will be very thorough.

THAT BEING SAID!!!! Here are my Kinktober 2020 plans! Happy sinning!

Day 1: Mutual Masturbation, Maze Runner, Thomas x Newt

Day 2: Dirty Talk, MHA, TodoBaku

Day 3: Mind Control, MHA, Shinsou x Kaminari

Day 4: Somnophilia, Descendants, Sea Three

Day 5: Daddy K*nk, Shadowhunters, Malec

Day 6: Edging, MCU, Loki x Reader

Day 7: BJ, Descendants, Harry x Gil

Day 8: Desperation, Descendants, Huma

Day 9: Accidental Stimulation, Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid x Reader

Day 10: Knife K*nk, MHA, Dabi x Villain!Hawks

Day 11: Aftercare, MHA, KiriBaku

Day 12: Dubcon, Descendants, Jaylos

Day 13: In Public, MCU, Peter Parker x Reader

Day 14: Bloodplay, Maze Runner Vamp!AU, Thomas x Newt

Day 15: Hierophilia, Shadowhunters Demon!AU, Malec

Day 16: Bondage, Shadowhunters, Sizzy

Day 17: Begging, MCU, Peter Parker x Dom!Reader

Day 18: Coercion, MCU, Loki x Reader

Day 19: Threesome, Descendants, Jaylos x Harry

Day 20: Breathplay, Descendants, Huma

Day 21: Phone S*x, MHA, Dabi x Hawks

Day 22: Wax play, Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid x Reader

Day 23: First Time, MCU, Peter Parker x Reader

Day 24: Oral, Shadowhunters, Sizzy

Day 25: Pregnancy, MCU, Loki x Reader

Day 26: Temperature Play, MHA, Villain!Todoroki x Villain!Deku

Day 27: Yandere, Descendants Modern!AU, Yandere!Harry x Uma

Day 28: Praise K*nk, MHA, Shinsou x Kaminari

Day 29: Fingers, Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid x Reader

Day 30: Servitude, The Maze Runner, Thomas x Newt

Day 31: Overstimulation, MHA Vamp!AU, Dabi x Hawks

nocturna-iv:

amityravenclawelf:

Honestly, I’m willing to call the love potion water under the bridge, but I feel like trying to erase Ben’s memory the second an argument starts should have been the end of Bal as a romantic ship. Like, that’s when Mal needed to take a gap year to find herself or something. I see Bal as more of a brotp where she makes fun of him and he believes in her and none of that weird codependent stuff continues.

This!!!!

reason number 45736584 that I’m not the biggest fan of Mal

Author’s Note: So I was reading back through my Sea Three content and realized that I never wrote HCs for Modern!Sea Three. So here they are. Also a reminder that my requests are open! Send in any headcanons or oneshots you want!!!

- First off, this is going to be for a high school!Modern AU because in canon the three are 16/17 in D2 and 17/18 in D3. So there’s that.

- Let’s start with how they met. Harry and Uma had lived in the same neighborhood since they were practically in diapers.

- They’d meet up at the park down the road every day to play pirates (Uma was always the Captain) in order to escape the stuff they had going on at home.

- They were the kind of childhood friends that made the “if we’re both single at 25 let’s get married” pact.

- Turns out they couldn’t wait until 25, because they started dating around the 8th grade. Harry came to her front door with one of his flannels in his hand and when Uma asked why he was giving it to her he said “well if we’re gonna be dating, you need to have some of my clothes.” and Uma just shrugged and went “okay, thanks babe!”

- Once high school came around, the pair were practically unstoppable. 

- Uma was an active member of the Black Student Union and Student Council. If so many of the kids at school weren’t so biased towards Mal, she would’ve been voted Most Likely to Become President.

- Harry took on high school from a more rebellious angle. His freshman year was FILLED with spray paint on lockers, petty fights with people who looked at Uma the wrong way, etc.

- Harry had also become the lead singer and guitarist for an indie rock band called The Lost Revenge. If people at school liked him, it was usually because of his music.

- By the time they were sophomores, people were inspired by Uma’s leadership and either scared or intrigued by Harry’s love for trouble.

- Then, the unthinkable happens. 

- Gil moved to Uma and Harry’s high school from a different state, so they had NEVER seen him before. But when they did, they realized they had to know him.

- So, Uma volunteered to give him a tour around the school and the two clicked instantly. She invited Gil to one of Harry’s upcoming gigs so that Harry could meet him too.

- Harry had already come out as pan, but since he’d only dated Uma, he had no experience with guys. None. At all.

- So when Gil came up to him, all sunshiney and muscular and sweet with his “Wow, you guys did awesome tonight!” He had no idea how to respond.

- The three started to hang out together more and more. Uma and Gil would go to every single one of Harry’s gigs, Gil and Harry would visit Uma at her job at her mom’s local seafood restaurant, and Uma and Harry would ALWAYS go to Gil’s football games (despite Harry’s small hatred for football).

- How they started dating was kind of sad, but also kind of sweet when you think about it. 

- Uma’s sitting in her room, chilling, listening to Janelle Monae (yes, she’s a Janelle Monae fan, fight me) when Harry calls her.

- “Hey, Uma, is your mom home?”

-“Nope. She’s got a double at the restaurant. Why? Looking for some alone time?”

-“Actually, Gil’s here with me. Something’s happened. We’ll be there in 5.”

- Uma. Was. TERRIFIED.

- Her fear grew even stronger when she opened the door to Gil bruised, crying, and under Harry’s arm. 

- Turns out, Gil was bi. Openly bi. Some of the football players didn’t like that very much.

- “I don’t understand…They were so nice to me before, then I told them about an ex boyfriend from back home and they all just..ganged up on me.”

- They iced his bruises, gave him a blanket to snuggle into and a shoulder to cry on. Suddenly, Gil leaned up and kissed Harry. 

- Nobody really knew how to react at first. Gil immediately got scared because he knew how jealous Uma could get sometimes, and Harry thought that he had just cheated on his girlfriend and his best friend.

- But when Uma leaned down and slowly began to kiss Gil, it’s like something switched in all three of them. 

- When Uma and Harry saw Gil that first day, they didn’t just want to know him, they wanted to love him. So the two became three. They promised to always love, support, and protect each other.

- But first, Uma and Harry had to get even with the football team.

- Harry simply just fought most of them in the school parking lot, getting his bandmates to help out. But Uma? Uma snapped. She slashed three tires on all of their cars and made sure that every girl in school knew what they had done. 

- “Homophobes don’t deserve cars…or girlfriends.” 

- While this may have gotten Uma kicked out of student council, she didn’t feel an inch of regret.

- So, throughout their Junior and Senior year, this throuple became known as the “C Three.” What did the C stand for?

- “Chaos. Pure, impulsive, rebellious chaos. But at least we know we have each other.”

Pairings:poly!Sea Three (Harry x Uma x Gil)

Summary:In his own drunken stupor, Harry gets a little bratty towards his captain. He soon learns that is nota good idea.

Word Count: 3,489

Warnings:underage drinking/partying, choking, sub!Gil, brat!Harry, dom!Uma, this is also on AO3 so if you want all EXPLICIT tags then you can check it out there.

Author’s Note: Requested by @theamericanjewitch​ and follows smut dialogue prompts #8 and #79, prompts will be in bold

The music roared throughout the dorm halls. Pumping like the blood roaring through all of their veins. They never thought that, after the life they had lived so far, they could be so happy. So elated, so excited for what’s to come. So…so…so DRUNK. It started out tame at first, the three of them took a quick shot with all of the other pirates to celebrate not only their admission into Auradon Prep, but the permanent banishing of the barrier and their successful attempt at getting all of the pirates roomed in the same hall. Then, music started playing, pirates started playing ‘Vodka Pong,’ and the next thing they knew, Uma, Harry, and Gil were getting pretty close to shit-faced. 

Due to her incredibly high tolerance for alcohol, Uma doesn’t change much when she’s drunk. She may slur her words a bit or stumble on a stair step, but her mind remains relatively normal other than a pretty large increase of confidence. Anybody who thought that Uma was arrogant on the Isle likely got said impression because they either let Mal’s rumors about her stick in their head or their first meeting with her was while she was drunk. When Uma’s drunk, she truly sees herself as the walking sea witch goddess that Harry and Gil (mostly Harry) make her out to be on a daily basis. She can be found proudly dancing and singing on tables or challenging anybody and everybody to a shotgunning contest. Drunk or sober, she’s always young and wild, but when she’s drunk..she finally feels free. 

Contrary to most of the Lost Revenge crew, Gil doesn’t drink very often. He either doesn’t like the taste, doesn’t see a reason, or just isn’t in the mood for it. The bad news about this is that it causes such a low tolerance that the pirates never let it go. The good news? Gil is the best person to be around when you’re drunk. Either he’s sober and helps you get home safe or, if he’s drunk with you, he gets 100 times more protective and compassionate. At drunken times like this, you’ll find Gil stopping fights between the pirates, hyping up his partners as they engage in their own alcohol-driven stupor, or cheering up the crying drunks in a nearby bathroom. 

But Harry? Harry gets horny and bratty as all hell.

The three pirates were happily dancing in the middle of a joyous, chaotic clump. Uma swayed her hips, singing and laughing with her boyfriends sandwiching her. Normally, it’d be way too crowded for her taste. But tonight was a celebration, one that they’d never get to experience fully ever again. She flipped her long hair behind her and let any kind of problem fall away as she grabbed Gil’s hands and raised his arms to the air, waving them around. Harry danced behind her, taking in every curve and sway he saw. It was already enough that he saw her as this goddess with no physical flaw in sight on a normal day. But with the alcohol flowing through his veins like blood, it was hard to keep his hands off of her. He placed his hands on her hips and leaned in close, hoping she’d be able to hear him over the bumping music. “I hope you don’t mind me getting this close, Captain.” He whispered, leaving a couple of small pecks up her neck and looking up to Gil with a seductive smirk.

“Of course I don’t mind, especially when it’s the two of you.” Uma answered, leaning her head back against his chest as she began to grind her hips a bit closer to his. She took Gil’s hand and pulled it so he was mere inches away from her. With a grin, she pulled Gil in for a passionate, heated kiss. Their tongues quickly intertwined like a gorgeous pirate’s knot as Harry could do nothing but nibble Uma’s earlobe as his pants began to grow tight. Usually, it’d be easier for Harry to contain himself in public settings like these. But, with the rum flowing through his veins so rapidly and Uma and Gil looking as beautiful as they did, it didn’t take long for Harry’s fingers to find their way around Uma’s neck. His long digits roamed across her skin like a hand eager to turn the page of an old book. In response, Uma quickly turned around and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“You know the rules, Harry. No playing in public. Get control of yourself.” Harry quietly whined as he began to move his hand back down to her hips. As he lingered, however, a smirk spread across his face as his hand trailed up Uma’s thigh.

“Why don’t you make me, hm?” The pirate chuckled as he placed his hooked hand under Uma’s chin, tilting it up as he leaned in for a heated kiss. Before anything could get too passionate, however, Uma moved to his ear to whisper once more as she nibbled on his earlobe. 

“What did you just say? Don’t forget who’s in charge of you.” She let the words flow smoothly from his ear to his mind. Harry loved belonging to his Captain. But at the end of the day, he was a villain kid. He was a rebel. He did like to stir her up every once in a while. Sometimes, Uma didn’t mind that. But if she were to let go of her power over him, it’d be on her terms. He knew that. 

“You heard what I said, Uma. You want me to control myself so badly…why don’t you make me?” Harry snuck his fingernails into Uma’s thigh, leaving tiny little marks that would be there the rest of the night. Uma huffed out a quiet, evil laugh in response as she grabbed both Harry and Gil’s free hands, leading them away from the party.

The three of them stopped when they found an abnormally large closet. Once the light was turned on, the male pirates were shocked to find all of Uma’s special toys that she had previously kept on the Isle, along with some new ones they hadn’t used before.  Gil stood slightly confused but excited at the idea of a hot round with his loves. “Not that I’m complaining, but what are we doing in here?” Uma almost immediately pinned Harry against one of the empty shelves of the closet, quickly snaking her hand around his throat and putting it in a tight grip.

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat. Strip. Now.” Uma hissed, seething with a sensual anger that made Gil’s pants grow tight. Harry slowly obliged, attempting to tease the pirates while still obeying his Captain’s order. Gil ate up every bit of it, taking in every pale crevice of Harry’s chest and nearly falling to his knees with hunger once Harry presented his thick cock. It was sexy for Uma, too, but she wasn’t thinking about that nearly as much as she thought about the punishment she was about to give him. “Good, now turn around. Hands on the top of the shelf, do not move them.” She barked to Harry before turning gently towards Gil. “Sunshine, can you hand me the red leather paddle from the black box? Our little devil needs to be punished.” 

“Of course, Captain. Can I…um..”

“Spit it out, sunshine.” 

“Can I watch? Please? I promise I’ll keep quiet.” He whimpered, looking hungrily at the both of them. He wanted that cock all inside his mouth, but he knew his Captain had other plans. Maybe if he could watch quietly, she’d let him have a reward. After all, it was only Harry that was acting bratty, right?

Uma smiled and pointed to an empty spot beside her and Harry. “Sure, sunshine. Kneel over there and you can watch all you want. But keep quiet, alright? I may need your help with our little brat here.” Gil walked over to Uma with the paddle in his hand, then knelt down on that empty spot beside the two of them after handing it to her. Harry waited in anticipation, his naked body slightly shivering from the cold air in the closet. But he didn’t worry about the cold air too much, he knew he’d be warming up any moment now. 

“A little bit of leather? Is that all you got?” He whispered out, his inner brat craving as much sensation as possible. His craving was suddenly satisfied as the paddle hit his back with a strong wack, leaving a sting on the area. Uma left little time for any more of his bratty remarks as she came back with another, and another, and another. Each smack on a completely different area of his backside, all increasing in intensity. With each hit of the paddle, Harry’s breath got heavier and his cock grew harder, leaving him near uncomfortable with his own arousal.

“You would want the wooden paddle, wouldn’t you? You dirty..dirty boy. The idea of a punishment is that you’re not supposed to enjoy it. I bet you’re wanting something more, aren’t you?” Uma cooed as she snaked her hand around and glided it down Harry’s chest to grip his rock hard cock. At her touch, Harry near bucked his hips into her hand, hoping she’d pump and stroke it fast enough to drive him mad. As quickly as her hand gripped it, Uma took her hand away and gave his ass another smack with the paddle. As she revelled in his pained hiss, she glided the leather down his back as she spoke. “Look at you, grinding against everything, you’re really desperate for it. Aren’t you? Normally, I’d let our little ray of sunshine here suck you dry. But, you had the nerve to break our rules.” Uma swiftly turned Harry around, his body near weak and limp from her touch. She pinned him up against the shelf, his naked cock lightly brushing her clothed bliss. He leaned his head back in a whine, begging to do more, to feel more.

“Uma, please. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Just give me something. Please.” He gasped, tempted to run a finger along her beautiful braids. But, at this point, he couldn’t risk getting punished even more than he already was. Uma scraped her nails along his chest, leaving long, red marks. She moved her hand up towards his face, but misled Harry as she put away the paddle on the shelf behind him.

 “Alright. I’ll give you something. Go stand against that pillar over there. Face me. Hands around the pillar behind your back.” She ordered, smirking as he eagerly followed. Uma looked down at Gil, hoping he didn’t feel forgotten or ignored as she focused on her devilish brat. He felt nothing close to ignored. His breath was hot and heavy and his pants clung tightly to his stiff cock. He loved to watch, especially his captain and first mate. Seeing Harry’s naked body tighten and turn red with every smack of Uma’s paddle made him near dizzy with pleasure. “You can stand up, Gil. We’re gonna give our brat here a little show.” Like an obedient dog, Gil stood right up and waited for what was to come. His eyes grew wide when he saw Uma pull a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs from the shelf behind him.

“A-are those for me?” He gulped. His last experience with bondage was ecstasy, but in his drunken state, he didn’t know if he’d be comfortable with something so physically restrictive.

“Oh, no. These are for him.” She sweetly spoke as she walked over and cuffed Harry to the pillar he was wrapped around. “Now I know you won’t be able to touch yourself. You’ll come when I tell you to, not any moment before. So lean back, relax, and enjoy the show.” Harry used every drop of will in his body to hold back any whines or groans, knowing that they’d only piss her off even more and make the punishment longer. All he had to do was lean back, watch the show, and keep quiet. It’d be like watching porn, right? Just porn without any masturbation. Easy. Simple.

Nope. Not easy. Not simple at all. Harry watched longingly as the two quickly engaged in another passionate kiss. This one was rougher, more heated, and filled to the brim with lust. Uma slowly removed her jacket and top, letting them fall to the floor as she revealed her ocean blue bralette to the blonde-locked pirate. She tilted her head to the side, giving him access to her neck as she swiftly took off his brown leather vest and orange tee. Gil took this access to his advantage, branding her brown skin with multiple nibbles and love bites. Gil leaned his head back and let his jaw drop just slightly as Uma began to leave hickeys on his chest, slowly snaking lower and lower. He was so needy. Needier than anybody could ever be. And since he behaved, he was going to get exactly what he wanted from his Captain. With swift and efficient hands, Uma took off his belt and threw it to the side as she knelt down and took off his pants. Gil’s cock sprung up eagerly, longing to be engulfed by Uma’s beautiful mouth.

There was something so beautiful to Harry about seeing Uma on her knees. Something so unbelievably about seeing her immediately devour his boyfriend’s cock, leaving long licks along the veins as she bobbed her head up and down. Gil was already drifting into a dizzy euphoria as her warm mouth took him in. If Harry were in his position, he’d be reaching his hand down to grip Uma’s braids tightly, begging her to go faster. But Gil could never do such a thing. Unlike Harry, Gil was never one to break his Captain’s rules on purpose. Harry and Uma both loved him for that. They felt a little guilty at first, seeing that they had someone they could constantly make putty in their hands. But after a while, they realized that letting go and doing whatever they told him to was what made him feel so great. Because it was Harry and Uma telling him to do it, and he loved them.

Due to his drunkenness, it didn’t take very long for Gil to explode inside Uma’s mouth. He reached his peak quickly after enduring the hellish heaven that was Uma’s warm mouth and wet tongue. She quickly swallowed every last drop and stood up, looking admirably at Gil as she did so. “Are you okay? Do you want me to get you water real quick? Harry can wait.” Through his high, Gil looked behind Uma at his raven-locked boyfriend. Harry had been practically humping the air, rubbing his thighs together at an attempt to get some sort of friction. Gil chuckled and shook his head, his smile peeking through amidst his post coital high.

“No he can’t.” He said, feeling a twinge of sympathy for the poor, horny pirate across from him. Uma jokingly rolled her eyes and gave Gil a small kiss on the cheek before walking over to where Harry stood. God, he was a mess. 

Harry eyed Uma’s near naked form up and down, taking in the way her curves were locked into the ocean blue underwear she wore. If he could get out of the cuffs she’d place him in, he’d find a way to indulge her right then and there. A small whine slipped through his throat and off his lips as his mind raced with thoughts of how Uma looked under the clad fabric. “God, you are killing me.” He said.

“You’ll get what you need soon. But first, I need you to admit something.” Uma tightly wrapped her fingers around Harry’s throat, forcing his head back against the pillar. “Admit that you’re a brat. Admit you’re a brat and promise that you’ll never break one of my rules again.” Another pained moan left Harry as he felt his head slightly dizzy itself from Uma’s grip, a feeling he worshipped. But not as much as he worshipped his Captain.

“Please, Captain. I’m a brat and I swear on my life I’ll never disobey you again. Please, Captain, I need you.” His voice rang out despite being hushed by the beautiful brown confine around his throat. At this point, Harry would do absolutely anything to get inside his Captain. Her mouth, her glistening sex, it didn’t matter. Uma, both proud of her submissive beauty and excited for what was to come, smiled sweetly and sauntered behind Harry to undo his restraints.

“See, baby boy, was that so hard?” She gently took Harry’s hands and led them to a desk in the back of the closet. She propped herself onto the desk and slowly spread her legs open, showing the small glisten that had been growing on her underwear. She was needy too, and now that Harry’s punishment was over, she could finally show it. Harry immediately cupped her face as he kissed her with all the fire he could. He missed the feeling of her skin against his. He longed for the feeling of her hand gripping and tugging at his hair. As he slowly broke the kiss, he looked down at the lacy, blue pair of underwear screaming to be removed and tossed to the side.

“Can I take these off, Captain?” He asked quietly, scared the question would cause another punishment. Uma smiled and placed her fingers under his chin.

“Don’t be shy, Harry. What’s my name?” Harry smirked as he ran his hands slowly up her smooth, naked thighs.

“Uma, please.” He spoke her name like he was praying to a shrine. With a nod from Uma, he slowly removed the underwear and brought the tip of his cock closer to her. The shine from her wetness entranced him more than any drop of alcohol ever could. He leaned down to mark her neck as he slowly entered her, wrapping himself in her ecstasy. Moans escaped them both as Harry started to thrust in and out of her, each movement heightening the pleasure even more. Their moans and slowly quickening breaths began to fill the closet, likely letting people at the party know exactly what was going on in this dim, abnormally large closet. 

Mere minutes pass before Harry’s pace picks up to a rough thrusting. Uma’s fingers are permanently interlocked in his hair, gripping and pulling at it as a form of praise for his perfect pleasure. Uma used her other hand to stabilize herself on the desk as she leaned her head back and lost herself in Harry’s thick, pounding cock. As she began to near her peak, she pulled Harry’s head down to lock his eyes with her as she attempted to speak through her persistent moans. “God, Harry, I’m close. Come for me, baby. Come for me like you know who’s in charge.” It didn’t take long for Harry to obey that order. He thrusted into her rough and deep, making sure she came hard and long before pulling himself out of her. His orgasm came powerfully and fast as he let his release cover Uma’s chest and stomach, screaming out her name like he knew she wanted.

Harry leaned up to the closest shelf, attempting to balance himself despite the dizziness and wobbliness of his legs. For just a moment, the two stayed in their spots filling the room only with the sounds of their breaths. “Wait…shit..there’s no towels.” Harry muttered as he finally caught his breath. Uma’s eyes widened as she realized the situation the two were stuck in. They both looked at each other, hoping their minds would click on a solution. Then, as if they were psychically connected, the pair landed their eyes on Gil. By now he had fully redressed himself, and was knelt down on the ground once more, watching it all go down.

“Hey, Gil, there’s a bathroom somewhere down and on the right. Do you think you could bring us some towels?” Like an energized bunny rabbit, Gil jumped up to his feet and smiled.

“Yeah, sure. Do you guys need anything else? You two are going to need some serious aftercare.” 

The two laughed as they noticed the other’s exhausted euphoria. Uma locked eyes with Harry as she responded. “We can go back to our place if you guys want to. We’ve got blankets and water and stuff. And I could use a shower.”

Harry had trouble holding back a low chuckle as he replied. “Mind if we join in?” To which Uma narrowed her eyes and regained enough to throw a seductive glare at the not-so-devilish pirate. 

“Only if you do as you’re told.”

Chapter 1 -Chapter 13

Word Count:4,007

Summary: Now that the group has everything they need for the magic elixir, how will they react to giving the Isle of the Lost a little taste of magic?

Pairings: Harry x OC, Uma x OC, Harry x Uma x OC, platonic!Gil x OC, a little bit of platonic!Gil x Harry, past!OC x OC in a flashback scene

Rating:T

Warnings: Mild profanity, descriptive threats of murder, a flashback scene that kind of shines a light on how much of a dick Sofi’s dad was and how much she deserved better, also a little bit of sexual tension at the beginning but honestly not much

Tags: I honestly feel like people have stopped paying attention to this fic so I’m gonna stop with the tags for now but I’ll start them again if enough people ask.

Author’s Note: I am really sorry about the long pause, it’s been kind of hard writing for this fandom when the content for it has started to dwindle. I’m going to try my best to keep the Descendants fandom alive since I really love it but considering it’s been almost a year since the last movie came out, it’s going to be hard.

“How do we know the Doctor’s not going to flake out on us? He’s done it before.” Harry asked as he shifted into the sofa. The four of us, now permanently deciding to include Gil on our plan, had gone back to the room where the plan first became set in stone. I had sent out a sort of distress call to the Doctor himself telling him that the hairs were ready to be mixed into the elixir, which was incredibly hard without any magic, but somewhat possible nonetheless. I looked over to Harry and leaned my head on his shoulder as a small, bored yawn escaped my lips. 

“He won’t flake on me. Dr Facilier has worked with my family before. He’s well aware of how powerful my father was; and, if I am anything like my father, he’ll know I’m not a force to mess with either. Unfortunately, my father and I have more in common than I’d like to admit.” I ran a thin finger through his black, matted locks as the four of us sat and waited not so patiently for the doctor to arrive. Noticing my physical affection towards Harry, Uma moved closer next to me and leaned in to whisper to me.

“You know, you’ve been latching onto Harry a lot today, you two didn’t play without me, did you?” Due to our vicinity, both Harry and I heard her words. A small shiver ran up my spine as her voice sent warm air across my skin. 

“Of course not, Captain. If a game is what you want, though, I’m sure the two of us would be happy to oblige.” Harry smirked, interjecting the tension between Uma and I. The two looked as if their lips were about to lock when they were both blocked by a lock of blonde hair. 

“Not to interrupt, guys, but I hear footsteps.” He was definitely interrupting. But, it was for good reason. Harry, Uma and I moved slightly farther apart as Harry quickly grabbed his hook and I readied my hand on my dagger, prepared in case it was some unwanted visitor walking through the door. 

“Will you put your hook down, pirate boy? It’s just me. Sorry if I’m late, but I had a bit of a run in with one of Cruella’s goons.” My eyes quickly widened as I stood and ran towards him like a wild, hungry tiger.

“What the fuck, Doc! What did you tell them? You didn’t see Cruella, did you?” Before I could get close enough for the Doctor to feel the steam from my ears, Uma and Harry interjected the space between. Harry put an arm out to block Facilier from defending himself as Uma moved closer to me in an attempt to calm my anger.

“Relax, babygirl,” Uma calmly spoke, using the pet name that seemed to work on me like a magic spell every time. Yet it only worked when it slipped from her lips. “Cruella’s been indisposed since she saw Maleficent get turned into a lizard at Ben’s coronation. Jafar’s been hiding from the embarrassment of his son becoming a good kid and the Evil Queen…Well I don’t know what’s happened with her. Rumor has it she changed her name to Regina and drank a potion transporting her to some different dimension where Auradon doesn’t even exist. Wherever she is, she’s not here. None of them care about themselves anymore to worry about some little trinkets getting stolen.” With a deep inhale, I took a step back and watched as Uma turned toward the Doctor. She somehow seemed so confident, so professional, no matter the circumstances. I very rarely let somebody else dominate me both in and out of sensual situations. But with Uma, it was like disobeying her meant taking away every ounce of oxygen in my body. I needed her like a fish needs water. “I’m sure they were taken care of? Tell me, Doc, how’d you do it? Choke them until their faces turned blue? Slashed them across their necks and watched as their blood spewed like a fountain? Then again, I guess that would’ve messed up your clothes.”

“I left them unharmed.” Facilier replied after a slight hesitation. This must have been his first time meeting Uma. Otherwise he would’ve been prepared for her high-handed attitude and body language. “Getting my hands dirty would have perked some ears around the Isle. I assume you want this plan to remain secret until the time is right?” Uma nodded her head and turned around, leading the two of us back to the sofa we sat on before. She fixed her eyes on the black, still cauldron in front of us. 

“You’d assume correctly. Now, do you have the ingredients or not?” Facilier stood still, looking through his large, black satchel for what we were hoping were the ingredients. Uma, however, was not going to accept silence as an answer. “Now, Doctor. We mustn’t lurk in doorways…it’s rude.” She chuckled as she watched Facilier hesitantly walk into the room and towards the cauldron. Then, like a child tentatively unwrapping a present, he started to take the ingredients out of his satchel and placed them on a nearby rickety desk. 

“I know you said enough for two gulps. But, I figured it’d be best to take everything instead of leaving some behind and risk getting caught. Should be enough for five elixirs. One for each of you kids…and an extra in case things go sideways.” It was laid out like a buffet. Eight dog bones, a large bowl of dust from Jafar’s stolen lamp,  and five apples with exactly one bite taken out of each. “How many hairs did you get?”

“Ten. The recipe called for five but…I may have gotten carried away. There’s something succulent about hearing his pain, especially since he deserves every single bit of it.” I stated, keeping my voice and face as blank as possible. Despite the Doctor knowing what Ben had done to the boys on Neverland, I refused to let him see me emotional or otherwise affected by it. 

“Showing any kind of emotion, especially towards men, is weakness. The second a boy or man sees a tear fall down that wretched face of yours, they’ll know what I’ve known since the day you were born. You could never be a leader.” I heard my own father’s voice echo in my head. I couldn’t help but feel my surroundings grow fuzzy and mute as I only heard his voice. “If you can’t stand up to a measly wolf cub, how could you ever lead these boys in the case of battle?” His one remark to me when I came to him with bite marks and gruesome scratches. He’d sent me into the jungle to hunt for dinner. While walking back to camp with some fox meat, a couple of baby wolves had attacked me and stolen the meat. I came to my father looking for comfort, or at least some kind of potion that would heal the wounds. The only thing I was given was ridicule and mockery. In a way, he was right. The entire island was ransacked, murdered, ruthlessly slaughtered. I couldn’t save them. I can’t bring them back either. Maybe this wasn’t Ben’s fault, or even Mal’s. Maybe it was mine.

“Hey, kid. You still with us?” A dark hand waving in front of my face brought me back to reality. Uma, Harry and Gil had all sat on the sofa while I still stood, my eyes locked on the table of ingredients. “You having second thoughts?” I looked back up at him and quickly shook my head. Was I lying? A little. If I couldn’t help my boys back then, how am I going to help them now? They’re already gone, and there’s no magic in this entire realm that could bring them back. But, this far into the plan, I’m starting to realize that this plan isn’t just for me anymore. It may have started that way. I may have befriended Uma and Harry for the sake of numbers and people that share a common enemy. But, I know now that these people can have some serious potential if they had enough power. This elixir and the succession of this plan could give them that potential. “Alright then, let’s get this started! This elixir ain’t gonna make itself!”

One by one the ingredients slipped into the cauldron. The boiling water shifted colors as each bone was dunked, as each fingerful of dust was sprinkled in, as each apple slice was slowly dropped in. By the time nearly all the ingredients were mixed together, the bubbling water had changed from clear to a murky, dirty dark brown. Harry looked up in confusion, nearly disgusted by the color despite being surrounded by it. “Isn’t the elixir supposed to be gold? Or green? Or…something not so disgusting?” 

“It’s because we haven’t put in the key ingredient.” Uma replied, everybody’s eyes shifting towards me. I took the vial out of my pocket and watched as the hairs glimmered gold.

“Wow, and people say Rapunzel has magic hair.” Gil chuckled, amazed by the sparkling shimmer inside the glass vial. As I go to open the vial, Gil interjects with his voice once more. “Wait, um…Doctor F?”

“Facilier, it’s Doctor Facilier.”

“You said there’d be enough of this potion thing for the four of us to drink it but..Harry and I don’t have magic. What’s going to happen to us?” Everyone paused where they stood. For once, Gil had actually made a good point. This was only my third time making this elixir, the past two times making them for some sick fairies who needed the extra push to fly again. I had never tested them on people not Neverland native, much less a person not born with or capable of magic. 

“Well, if you really think about it…magic is basically taking your strongest traits and making them unstoppable. Even without my abilities, I’ve always had a good read on people, making it easy to manipulate their opinions and emotions. Uma’s never been able to use her mother’s magic, but she still feels better when she’s close to water. Don’t you, Captain?” Uma shrugged and nodded her head. “So, maybe you’ll be strong enough to lift the whole ship with just one arm. Imagine how cool that’d be.” Gil gasped and smiled, surely encaptured in that concept. I looked to the cork on the vial, then back at everyone else. “So, shall we?” Everyone nodded eagerly and I could hear a small cackle of excitement from Harry as I opened the cork and dropped the royal hairs in one by one. By the time all ten hairs were mixed in, the potion had turned a glimmery, sparkling gold just as we thought it would. Uma grabbed a ladle she had snatched from the Chip Shoppe’s kitchen and scooped enough to fill the glass vial to the top. 

“So, who’s drinking first?” There was a small silence in the room. Whether it was from fear or from not wanting to sound too selfish, nobody vocally volunteered themselves to take the first sip of the elixir.

“You should, Uma. You are the Captain, after all.” Harry mumbled, a hint of his sincere admiration and affection peeking through a small smile. Uma looked to me, as if wanting my consent to be the first to indulge in this magic elixir.

“Go on, Captain. Don’t worry, if it tastes anything like the Neverland elixir, it should be easy to swallow.” I slowly took the empty ladle from her hand and placed it on the empty desk that once held the elixir’s ingredients. I held onto her empty hand with both of mine and let my fingers caress over her skin. After a deep inhalation, Uma chugged down the sparkling potion and swallowed it whole. A few seconds of silence and slight fear went by before Uma took in a quick gasp, gripping tighter onto my hand to keep herself balanced. I could see her eyes flash a bright, ocean blue for just a moment before returning to their near charcoal shade. Harry and Gil immediately stood up from the sofa and rushed to her side, ready to lift her up if she were to feel faint.

“Uma? Are you okay? What happened?” Harry asked, leaning in to make sure the look on her face wasn’t too pale or otherwise sickly. A second of silence scared everyone else in the room, but after she started to let out her infamously wicked and alluring snicker, we knew she was okay.

“I’ve never felt more exhilarated in my entire life! Nothing was happening at first and then, it felt like my entire body was this massive tidal wave crashing onto shore. And now, I feel like there’s something different going through me. Not blood or thoughts but, something more.” I smiled and helped Uma stand up fully, taking both her hands in mine.

“That’s how magic is supposed to feel. Here, I’ll pour the next one. Go ahead and sit down, you may feel a bit woozy if you stand too long.” As Gil led her down to the sofa, I took the ladle and scooped yet another vial full of the delectable potion. “Does anyone want the next one?” Again, there was silence. As I was about to take the second swig myself, I felt a strong hand take the vial out of mine. I looked up to see Gil holding the potion in his hand, eyeing it in a longing sort of way. “Go ahead, Gil. I promise we won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Gil took a quick nod, certain of our promise, and downed the potion in a single gulp. 

This time, Harry and I waited more in excitement then in fear. Gil’s reaction wasn’t as huge as Uma’s but there definitely was one. One second, Gil was standing with the empty vial in his hand. The next he jumped high and shook away a bunch of energy coursing through his body, as if he had just taken his first shot in a long night of drinking. “Holy shit, that was awesome! You really think I could lift the ship, Sofi?”

“Easy there, Gil. Save the strength for tomorrow, okay?” I laughed as he started to roughhouse a bit with Harry. The two had a relatively short round of horseplay before Gil suddenly had Harry over his shoulder. Considering the two boys’ relatively similar weight and muscle mass, we never thought that was possible. Then, we had realized that my theory had turned out to be correct. Gil’s new spout of magic had brought a whole new meaning to him being ‘the muscle’ of the group. 

“Okay, okay, okay, now I want some of this action. Pour it up, duckling!” Harry near shouted like an excited child on Christmas morning. I grabbed the ladle and poured a third portion of the elixir into the glass vial. With no hesitation, Harry took the vial and lifted it high as he poured the potion down his throat, letting the last drop linger on his tongue. He felt a rush immediately, but from what I could see, there was little to no physical change showing that he now had magic. He was potentially on a rush of adrenaline, meaning whether the elixir had given him magic or not, he definitely felt a physical rush of change. There was only one way to know for sure if the potion had worked on him.

“I guess it’s my turn.” I quietly huffed as I poured another portion of the elixir into the empty vial. A part of me was fearful of the outcome. I knew the potion would work correctly, but I had no idea the effect it would have on me. These past three months were the first time I had ever gone without using my magic. Three months of no magic after who knows how many years of near constant magic was wild enough. But taking all that magic back in at once? I was diving into the ocean without knowing whether or not I’d drown. But, if it would help my Uma take Mal down and claim the leadership she deserves, that’s a risk I’d be willing to take. I slowly tilted my head back and let the elixir slide down my tongue. The taste was oddly familiar. Tangy like a fresh orange with a hint of something herby and earthy. It tasted like home. As the elixir was wholly consumed, I laid the vial and ladle aside as I put my hands on the nearby desk for support in case of any sudden dizziness. 

What I felt next was both euphoric and catastrophic. The thoughts of others didn’t slowly slip in through my ears. They rushed inside my brain, nearly knocking me out with their speed and intensity. I could feel my eyes burning with an emerald flame, something only the kids on Neverland had seen. By the time it was all over, I was electrified with the magic I had once called my home. 

“Is she okay? She looks a little faint. Maybe I should check on her? Should I ask Uma to check on her?”

“Wow, that looked like a lot. I wonder if she felt everything I felt when I drank it. Or maybe she felt more since she’s used her magic before? Maybe Harry and I should check on her.”

“These damn crazy kids. I wouldn’t be doing all of this if those Auradon bastards didn’t kill my boy. But nobody messes with my kids. If they even lay a finger on Celia I’ll have all their heads.”

“Can you really curl your hair with your finger? I see Uma and Sofi do it all the time…maybe it’s just a girl thing.”

Their thoughts began to slow down enough for me to thoroughly listen to them. “You guys don’t need to check on me, I’m fine. I’m more than fine.” I stood up straight and wiped some dust off my shoulders before sitting next to Gil and Uma on the sofa. “Also, Gil, Uma and I don’t curl our hair with our fingers. Our hair is just naturally curly. If you wanna curl your hair so badly, I can give you a ride to Lady Tremaine’s.” Gil’s perked up, confused brow caused a small rise of laughs throughout the room. The thoughts in the room began to quiet down as I slowly gained control over my magic again, putting the minds of others in the background of my brain. As we all grew adjusted to the elixir and its effects, Facilier poured the final scoop of the elixir into the vial and corked it shut as he handed it to Uma. 

“Keep this close with you. The elixir ain’t permanent. You may need this if those Auradon bastards come at you with something strong.” As he saw Uma slip it into her jacket pocket, he walked over to me and glared at me sincerely. “I don’t know what kind of second thoughts you may be having, but you’re going through with this. If not for me, then for Mateo. He would’ve wanted you to keep going.” 

I thought back to the moment that I knew Mateo was going to be a really close friend. It was the same day I had gotten attacked by the wolf cub. I sat alone in my tent, attempting to dress my wounds with palm leaves and hold back the pained sobs when those attempts had failed. Suddenly, I heard the flap of my tent wave open. “I heard someone’s got some new battle scars..can I see them?” I kept my mouth shut and attempted to close him off, knowing that the second I said a word, tears would rush down my face. “I brought something from the med tent that may take the edge off. Do you want it?” I turned and nodded my head, still keeping quiet to keep too much ‘weakness’ from peeking through.

As Mateo dressed the wounds correctly and sprinkled on some healing pixie dust, the pain from the wounds began to subside excluding a small sting from the pixie dust. But the emotional pain, the ping in my chest from my own father telling me I could never be a leader, that’s what was hurting me the most. “Mateo…do you think I made a mistake?”

“Made a mistake? Doing what?”

“Choosing to age, to grow up. I thought it would help me become stronger, faster, smarter. But I don’t think it’s doing any of that. I couldn’t keep a wolf cub off of me!” A shred of my anger began to shine through as everything my father had said came rushing back.

“Well, to be fair, your hands were a little full with all of that fox meat. Pan probably should’ve sent someone out with you.” Mateo chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood as he always did.

“It’s not funny! I couldn’t fight off a wolf cub, my swordfighting is total shit, this new magic I’ve been developing lately is completely out of control…I can’t do anything! What if my dad is right? What if I’m just not fit to be a leader?” As Mateo dressed the last bite mark, he shifted closer to me and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in for comfort.

“Okay, your swordfighting isn’t the best. And yeah, you’ve got some new powers that you don’t really know how to control yet. But, who threw a dagger so far and so well that it pushed an apple off of Reggie’s head and into a tree?”

“…I did.”

“And who taught Felix how to use the tidal waves to tell if a storm was coming?”

“…I did.”

“And who saved a Lost Boy’s life by catching an arrow that was heading straight for them with her bare hand?” That Lost Boy was him. My dad was angry and drunk and thought killing him would be a good way to piss off Facilier and get a good bloodbath going. But something in my gut clicked fast enough to move Mateo out of the way and catch the arrow to prevent it from hitting anybody else. It could’ve killed me, but I didn’t care.

“I did.”

“So you have some things you need to improve on. That’s fine. But do you know what you’re best at, Sofi? Your strongest skill is helping the other boys. Whether you’re keeping them happy, keeping them safe, or helping them grow in the areas that they need improvement. You never back down on an opportunity to help the Lost Boys. If that’s not a sign of a good leader, I don’t know what is.” 

As my mind came back to the present day, I realized that I shouldn’t be having any sort of second thoughts about this plan. Succeeding in making Mal suffer and taking over Auradon would not only be giving the Lost Revenge crew the potential and inclusion they deserve, but it would be avenging the deaths of everyone I’ve ever cared about. It’d be another instance of me not backing down on an opportunity to help those I loved. This plan will prove that I am, in fact, a good leader. As I watched Facilier pack up his satchel and begin to leave the room, I stood and shouted towards him. “I’m going to make him proud, Doc. I promise.” At the sudden yell, Harry, Uma and Gil all stood to listen. “We were all brutally wronged by Auradon. Their system has been suppressing us, starving us, killing us for far too long! Tomorrow, we will take Auradon into our hands and give every single kid on this Isle the chance they deserve! If we have to spill some blood to do it…then let the blood spill. Rest up, everyone. Because tomorrow, we fight!”

Okay so given that I’ve basically become a Descendants fan account at this point I’ve decided to share my thoughts on something.

I don’t like Mal.

Like, I REALLY don’t like Mal.

I LOVE Dove Cameron and I think she’s super talented, gorgeous, and obviously lucky for getting to date Thomas (if they’re still together? is that a thing?) but I REALLY dislike Mal.

AND I AM GONNA TELL YOU WHY.

1) More of a disclaimer but most of my reasons and evidence are gonna come from the second and third movie bc tbh I don’t remember a lot from the first movie. The main thing I remember is that the whole reason Ben fell in love with Mal in the first place is because she made a love drug cookie or brownie or whatever and gave it to him without him knowing it had a love potion/drug in it. Which BTW is NOT HEALTHY AT ALL I REALLY DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE DON’T TALK ABOUT IT MORE. 

2) She has a strong, strong STRONG case of main-character-syndrome where basically all her flaws are either overlooked or briefly talked about then never spoken of again because she just so happens to be the main character. I know that’s not very specific to Mal and that happens with A LOT of main characters (especially female main characters..which, like, why?) but that’s just a story trope I hate in general.

3) Kinda goes in line with #1 but when Mal finds out that Ben was love spelled by Uma towards the end of D2, she acts super shocked and appalled and all ‘how in the world could she do that’ when she LITERALLY DID SOMETHING SIMILAR IN THE FIRST MOVIE?

4) Now since Mal was kinda sorta tolerable in D2 (bc the main toxic person in D2 is Ben..more on that if you want it) I’m gonna go into her D3 behavior because oh my GOD do I have a lot to say.

5) Her first solution to the whole Hades problem is to IMMEDIATELY close down the barrier forever? When her and the rest of the Core Four LITERALLY just got done taking four more kids from the Isle to Auradon? They couldn’t think to maybe statue him like they did with the Core’s parents in the first movie or put him in some kind of stronger prison that I KNOW Auradon can afford until they feel like he’s not as much of a threat? Like, one little fight with dad along with the *possibility* of having to deal with Uma and Mal’s just like ‘NOPE! Close it down! We’re done!” Has some strong immigration issue parallels, not gonna lie.

6) While we’re on the whole closing the barrier for good thing, not ONLY did Mal keep this from her friends BUT when they find out, she doesn’t even try to get ideas from them on what to do? I know they don’t bring up any ideas but I GUARANTEE if Mal said something along the lines of “well what would you guys have done?” then Evie or Carlos (most likely Evie, but, you know) would have brought up some pretty dang good ideas. So not ONLY did Mal keep a HUGE secret from people she’s allegedly been friends with since childhood, she essentially shut down their ideas.

7) This can also kinda be put on the people of Auradon in cases like the ending battle where Uma pretty much helps Mal defeat Audrey and the royal cabinet doesn’t even give her a thank you, but this mostly goes for Night Falls. Uma is SUCH. A. NATURAL. BORN. LEADER. and she never ONCE shows any sign of defeat, giving up, or unpreparedness throughout Night Falls (there’s a whole post by another account that gives deeper evidence of this but I haven’t read it in forever so have my half assed explanation of it) and yet, despite showing fear through both her body language AND her verses in the song, she’s the one saying “we will never run for cover” like suddenly she’s the one that’s gonna get them riled up enough to win the fight? I don’t think so.

Honorable Mentions (aka silly reasons that don’t anger me but kinda make me laugh a bit): none of her ballads are that good to me (except Space Between), and despite her dad abandoning her for basically her WHOLE life she kinda sorta forgives him just because he helped her save someone who’s been her enemy the whole movie? Even though he barely helped? He just kinda…woke her I guess?

Overall, there are good and bad sides to pretty much every descendants character (except for the Sea Three, bc they’re the Sea Three) but let’s just say there’s a reason why Mal is the main antagonist in Evil Karma.

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!

* = smut

bold=angst/extra sensitive topics covered

italics= fluff

() on a multi-chapter/fic = W.I.P

MULTI-CHAPTER/FICS

(Evil Karma)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6*

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

ONE-SHOTS

A Sea Three Halloween (poly!Sea Three)

On the Road (poly!Sea Three, modern!AU)

Fiery and Frozen* (poly!Sea Three)

Not So Devilish Pirate* (poly!Sea Three)

HEADCANONS/MISC.

Poly!Sea Three Headcanons (pretty self explanatory)

Gil x Harry Headcanons (my first request!!)

Poly!Sea Three Headcanons Modern!AU (poly!Sea Three High School!AU headcanons to go with my Modern!AU oneshot)

Pairing:poly!Sea Three (Uma x Harry x Gil)

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.

Evil Karma - Chapter 13

Chapter 1-Chapter 12

Word Count: 2,944

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?

Tags:@newtshairdryer@descendantofthesparrow@hookedradge@haden-oftheisle@batmanwearsabowtie

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.”

Chapter 1- Chapter 11

Word Count: 2,180

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??

Tags:@descendantofthesparrow​@hookedradge​@batmanwearsabowtie​@newtshairdryer​@amityravenclawelf​ 

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.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

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!

1. I am currently working on Chapter 11 of Evil Karma and am going to try my best to have it up by next Monday
2. 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.
3. 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.

OKAY THANK YOU I LOVE YOU!!!!

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.

“I love you too, M.”