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On July 27, Tumblr user opposume wrote a text post that suggests the English actor is hiding a frog inside of his mouth at all times.

Not long after the original post went up, Tumblr user fruitmeats added several photos of Holland to further demonstrate the point of this joke theory.

Joke theory? 

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Keeping Promises

Request: "Can you do one about Dizzy coming to Auradon. Ever since the movie I have been searching for a fanfic about it and there are only a couple. I'm absolutely obsessed with Dizzy Tremaine" — by Mailani4ewa from Fanfiction.net

I did not do Dizzy justice in this. I don't know why I had such a hard time with her. Sorry if this didn't turn out well.

Dizzy gazed out of the car window, a small bag with all of her personal possessions held loosely on her lap. She had never seen so much green before. Trees and grass and flowers. All alive compared to the wilting flowers and weeds back home. She had never seen such a blue sky or even clouds so perfectly fluffy. Dizzy inwardly cursed the dense fog that stretched over the Isle. If she had known this was the view it kept away from her, Dizzy would have tried harder to get off the Island.

She smiled and reached to trace the path of the road with her finger. They were moving so fast and watching everything rush past her made her… well, dizzy! The girl shook her head, a smile seemingly etched on her face permanently as she looked expectantly at the courier who was sent to retrieve her.

"What's it like?" she asked for the dozenth time. The man sighed and shook his head before sending her a fond look.

"Like I told you, Miss Dizzy," He said as he leaned towards her with an excited glint in his eyes. "Auradon is like magic."

"The good kind, right?"

"The best kind." Dizzy giggled and nodded. She was obviously appeased. She thought back to her grandmother's shop with Evie and couldn't help but think the other girl hugely underplayed how beautiful Auradon really was. Even her television couldn't detail how magnificent this all was.

"And the food?" she asked after a moment. The man thought for a moment, bringing a hand to his chin with a soft hum.

"It taste like happiness," Gerard finally said. Dizzy's eyes shined with unshed tears. She didn't get to be happy on the Isle. Of course she had experienced happiness before; creating beautiful styles with Evie and being invited to Auradon to name a few. However, as she got older, Dizzy found herself losing those precious moments. Ever since she turned ten earlier that year, her grandmother brought it upon herself to assign Dizzy difficult chores that took her nearly all day to finish.

She didn't complain, though. She couldn't complain, more like. Her grandmother's word was law and not even Dizzy's mother could deter her. Not like Drizella would, anyways.

Dizzy's stomach gurgled at the mere thought of food. She was always hungry but there was never enough food for everyone back home to eat their fill. She was always last to get rations. Being the youngest family member did that to a person. Gerard shot Dizzy, then her aching tummy a look, before reaching into one of the bins inside the limo.

"I'm sure having one sweet before dinner wouldn't hurt," he said with a wink. The man then handed the girl an oddly shaped circle covered with a plastic film. Dizzy looked at it curiously for a moment before sending Gerard a confused look.

"What is it?" she asked after sniffing the plastic.

"Oh, honey," Gerard murmured sadly. Dizzy didn't take notice of the sympathetic words as she grabbed the twisted ends of the 'sweet' and pulled. She yelped when a small red bit fell out of the film and landed on her lap.

"I broke it," she whispered frighteningly at Gerard. "I'm sorry! Please don't send me back!"

"No, no, honey! Of course I wouldn't send you back," Gerard said quickly placating the emotional girl. He carefully picked up the red bit and pressed it into her hand. "That's candy. You eat it."

Dizzy wiped her eyes quickly and nodded her head. She was a little embarrassed at herself for being such a baby but the mere thought of going back to the Isle before even arriving to Auradon terrified her. She sniffed loudly before tentatively giving the hard candy a lick. The sudden explosion of flavor caused the small girl to gasp in surprise. She quickly dropped the whole thing in her mouth and moaned with bliss as the tangy, yet sweet, candy literally melted on her tongue.

"Is this a strawberry?" She asked around the candy. "It's red like the thing Mal eats on TV."

"It's strawberry flavored," Gerard replied. "Candy and fruit are not the same thing."

Dizzy nodded in understanding, her head bobbing up and down excitedly as she finished off the piece of candy. If all the food in Auradon was like the strawberry candy she just ate, Dizzy would die a happy little girl.

"Here," Gerard said in conspiratorial whisper. He picked up the bin of similar looking candies and motioned for Dizzy to open her bag. The girl gasped as the man tipped over the bin and watched as the all the sweets fell into her partially vacant bag. "You can save those for later."

"Thank you!" Dizzy squealed as she quickly shut her bag and hugged it to her chest. The rest of the car ride Dizzy spent firing questions to Gerard faster than he could answer. It wasn't a very long wide at all. To Dizzy, who had never been in car before, felt like she was flying with how quickly they were moving. Before she knew it, the young girl was being ushered out of the car and was left standing in front of a giant, clean building with Gerard by her side.

Dizzy spun around, her eyes flickering to every which way as she tried to take all of Auradon in at once. She could feel her heart hammering inside her chest and her cheeks ached with how wide her grin was spread across her face.

"Wow!" she squealed. "It's so pretty!"

"Dizzy?" the young girl spun around and screamed when she saw Evie standing on the steps to the building behind her. Dizzy didn't care when she dropped her bag to the ground and rushed to the other girl, tears blinding her before she fell into the other girl's arms.

"Evie!" Dizzy chanted her name through her sobs. The other girl, too, couldn't keep herself from shedding her own tears as she tried to calm her pseudo sister. Neither cared if they gained an audience during their little reunion. Once Dizzy was finally calm, Evie took a step back and held her at an arm's length to look at her. She looked the same from when she saw her on the Isle just a few short weeks ago but even then there was a certain glow about her.

"You're here!" Evie laughed before pulling her into another short hug. "You're finally here."

"We're both here!"

The elder girl felt her throat tighten again, she coughed to dispel the discomfort before turning and waving the others down. She had towards the driveway the moment she caught sight of a small figure with little pom-poms on their head. Evie almost couldn't believe Dizzy was actually in Auradon and she was definitely going to give Ben hell for not telling her beforehand.

"Welcome to Auradon, Dizzy," Ben said in greeting as he and the others finally made it to them. "I'm glad you made it here safely." Dizzy sent the King a huge smile before quickly pulling him into a hug as well. Her words of gratitude muffled in his suit jacket.

When they pulled away, Dizzy quickly said hello to the remaining VK's before returning to Evie's side.

"I thought you would enjoy having dinner with us before you go to the family we set you up with," Ben said kindly. "They are very nice and very excited to have you."

Dizzy nodded but Evie was the only one who could see she looked unhappy. The other teens looked confused when Evie asked the young girl what was wrong. It took some coaxing but she was eventually able to get it out of the child.

"I won't see Evie a lot, will I?" she whispered sadly. Ben and Evie shared a look before Evie lowered herself down to Dizzy's level.

"Pretty girl," she called with a happy smile. "I'll be there for you whenever you need me. I'm just a quick drive or phone call away."

"Yeah, Charmington is only about twenty minutes from here. And I'm sure fairy godmother wouldn't mind you visiting."

"See," Evie said. "Now that you're here, you are stuck with me."

"Swear?"

"And hope to die."

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Chemistry

Request: “can you possibly do an evie x male oc story, there's not many of these stories. And can it be set in auradon and the male oc is sort of a shy and nervous type.”

Phineas had inherited plenty of things from his parents. Be it his thick, dark hair from his mother or strong physique from his father. He was physically the perfect mix between the two however, Phineas, despite the obvious similarities, couldn’t help but dream of something better. Yes, he was smart and talented on the tourney field but what he had in skill he lacked in confidence.

It was difficult for him to make friends with the other kids in school. It was like there was a window between them and himself. He could see them but he couldn’t muster the courage to speak let alone approach them. His stutter was even worse than the fairy godmother’s daughter. To save himself from the social mortification, Phineas doomed himself to remain alone for the rest of his life.

It didn’t bother him much, per say. Phineas actually enjoyed the solitude especially after growing up with such a loud family at home. The only real problem was that his self-inflicted seclusion had made his mother incredibly concerned. So much so that she had actually asked, or demanded more like, for him to make friends that school year. The woman patiently waited every week for any sort of good news but Phineas couldn’t help but think he would let his mother down once again.

He was already half-way through the first semester and he had yet to even speak more than ten words to his dormmate.

When news of the future king's proclamation swept through the school, nearly everyone was shaken to their cores. Phineas himself didn’t think much about the Isle kids attending Auradon prep. At that point he was more concerned with practicing his introduction in front of the bathroom mirror.

Things around the school remained about the same, obviously excluding the whole wand incident at the coronation. It was actually that night when Phineas had felt a new emotion erupt within him. He had already known Jay and Carlos from the tourney field and had in Mal his language arts and math class. But the girl in blue, Evie, was someone Phineas hadn’t even thought about since her first day in chemistry.  

She was easily one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. And though her beauty was the first thing Phineas had noticed from her, the following days had changed his perspective of the Isle princess.

Evie was smart, incredible so. She had come a far way from cheating with her mirror and now fired off answers before the question even left the professor's mouth. She was enamoured by fashion. Her clothes were always hand stitched and styled together in such intricate patterns that enthralled Phineas. Evie was the type of girl who would put others before herself. The type of girl who would let no one put her down.

That sort of confidence in someone so small had made Phineas heart race. There was no doubt in Phineas’ mind that he had developed a serious crush on the Isle girl. It was too bad that even a mention of her name had the power to turn Phineas into a blushing mess. The teen was ready to bury his crush and hopefully get over it as time passed on however with the girl distracting his thoughts in chemistry so often, Phineas had found himself nearly failing the class.

He hadn’t even noticed the sudden decline in his grades before his teacher had held him back after class. Phineas couldn’t help but wilt in shame as the instructor lectured him and even threatened to pull him off the tourney team. Phineas had felt so low at that moment as every time he tried to respond or even apologise, his anxiety built up to the point where he literally began to choke on his own words. He must have really made Mr. Delay upset as he had already picked the phone to call the coach and, after, his parents. However, before he had the chance to dial the number, someone had stepped in between them.

“Sir!” Evie exclaimed. “That’s hardly fair!”

“Excuse me?” he responded in shock.

“You said so yourself that he has a high D in the class and last I checked that was still a passing grade. If he passes the exam on monday with a B, he would pass a full letter grade.”

“I don’t see how—”

“Give him a chance,” Evie demanded. “There’s no need to punish him when there is still a chance for redemption.” Both Phineas and Mr. Delay stared at Evie in varying degrees of shock. It was the teacher who shook himself out of it first. His eyes moved to Phineas as though calculating his worth before he sighed.

“If you don’t pass this test with at least a B, I will pull you off the team. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes, sir,” Phineas stuttered. The man then waved them off with an uncaring hand gesture before turning back to the documents on his desk. Evie and Phineas then quickly scampered out of the room as though lingering any longer would suddenly change the man’s mind.

“Wow,” Evie drawled as she adjusted her back over her shoulder. She shot Phineas a smile, her lips curving beautifully around her teeth. “He’s never very pleasent, is he?”

Evie waited expectantly for him to respond but frowned when all Phineas could do was gape down at her. She made a face of confusion and snapped her fingers in front of the teens face. Phineas jumped back as though he was burned and ran his hands through his hair nervously.

“What?” Evie asked coldly. “Didn’t think a villain could be nice?”

Phineas shook his head rapidly, his denial coming out as random bursts of incomprehensible stutters and despite Phineas wanting nothing more than to grovel, he could not for the life of him say what he wanted to say. Evie nodded, her face stone cold, before turning on her heel and stomping away.

Phineas’ stutters faded as he dejectedly watched the beautiful girl storm away. He was about ready to crawl back to his room and lock himself away forever but a sudden thought of his mother’s disappointment made him stop. The teen bit his lip and clenched his fists against his sides. He could not let this go on any further.

It took Phineas a moment to realize he was running after Evie. He nimbly dodged students and faculty in his way and thought to himself how someone in heels could walk away so damned fast. It wasn’t long before Phineas found the girl sitting in a picnic bench reading a book with an apple inches from her mouth.

The boy sighed through his teeth and squared his shoulders as though preparing himself for a tackle. He resolutely stomped over towards Evie, determinedly ignoring his sweaty hands clenched at his sides. The girl, noticing him approaching her from her peripheral vision sighed and closed her book with a sharp snap. She glared up at him once he was close enough and before she could open her mouth, the boy spoke.

“H-he’s terrible!” He shouted. “Mr. Delay i-is e-everything wrong in a t-teacher rolled into one un-unhappy little man! Thank you for sticking up for me!”

Evie, along with anyone close enough to hear him, stared at him with slacked jaws. Realizing what he just did, Phineas blushed madly and fell heavily onto the empty seat in front of him. He groaned, covering his face with his hands and propping himself up with his elbows on his knees. He hadn’t meant to shout at Evie and he was sure the girl would want nothing to do with him now.

“Hey,” he heard Evie whisper from behind him. “Are you ok?”

Phineas didn’t bother turning around but shook his head anyways. He couldn’t even muster the courage to face the girl. The teen boy sighed heavily through his nose before standing up calmly and turning back to Evie. His eyes were glued to the floor as he quickly muttered an apology before he began to walk away.

“Wait!” Evie called. Phineas froze and slowly turned to look at the girl before his eyes dropped down again. “You’re not very good at talking to girls, are you?”

“Not v-very good at t-talking at all,” Phineas admitted. He wilted in embarrassment when he heard Evie’s laugh and moved to leave once more but a hand on his arm stopped him before he could leave. Phineas’ head shot up in surprise and made a sound of confusion as Evie led him back to the picnic table.

“Being a little shy isn’t so bad,” Evie murmured to him pleasantly. Phineas gaped for a moment before smiling down at the girl, his heart leaping for joy when she shot one right back at him. “How about I help you study for the exam. Maybe then we’ll get to know each other a little more. Is that ok?”

“Yeah,” Phineas whispered. “That w-would be great.”  

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First: who is jack thats so cute and i loved the story and im racking my brain trying to figure it out! Second: i love your descendants stories they're so cute and adorable!!!

Here’s the story about Jack. I’m an avid Sims player and I find myself more often than not creating random sims and making up little backstories for them depending on their personality traits. Jack was og a sim that gave me some Alice in Wonderland vibes for some reason xD. (A lot of my OC’s have been created the same way, actually) Jack is the son of the Queen of Hearts. I wasn’t planning on posting the one shot but I found that I kinda loved it too much to not share? 

Thank you so much for your comment! Reading things like that really make my day so much better!

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Do you do shipping requests?

Sure do! I don’t have many restrictions as of yet though if I do, i’ll be sure to warn people first.

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Who came up with this plan?

Is Kronk on the Isle? What about Le Fou or Anastasia? There were “bad guys” technically but totally redeemable. What about Edgar (the Aristocats). Yeah he was a jerk but to send him to the Isle??? I’m concerned and at this point I’m wondering if I would have been sent to the Isle just for being an ass.

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Cactus Flowers

Not a request! Just something that came to mind and wouldn’t let me sleep unless it was written. So far I had only one request! If anyone would like me to write something, don’t be afraid to send it in! Anyways, hope you guys like it!

At first, Doug didn’t know what to think at the sudden roommate change. He had grown accustomed to living with Chad Charming for the past year and although the other teen was at times dim and insufferable, Doug had to admit he was not a bad roommate. If it wasn’t for Ben asking for this particular favor, Doug would have declined. He was content with how things were. But in the end, Doug didn’t argue. Things had gone smoothly; even when Chad had thrown a small tantrum as he collected his things with a deep pout.

Doug hadn’t even asked what was going on. Looking back, the teen knew he should have investigated more however, the questions in his mind were thrown to the back of his head under the high of having his own room for a night. The following morning with no fight for the bathroom or an obnoxious Charming to nearly make him tardy for class was bliss to the nerdy boy. The high lasted well throughout the day, even garnering suspicious looks from his friends.

It wasn’t until that evening after dinner when the sudden realization that someone unfamiliar was in his room snapped Doug back into reality.  The teen gave Ben an awkward hello as he took in the sight of a rather unkempt individual.

He was dirty, not unlike the original VK’s when they first arrived to Auradon, and pretty thin. Doug noted the rips and tears in the other teen’s clothing with some sympathy. It was no mystery that the boy had been taken out of a rough walk of life. Very recently too if his tense body language and fleeting eyes were any indication. His snow white hair was messy, strands of stringy hair hanging stubbornly in front of the boy’s eyes. The boy’s eyes shockingly enough were a deep ruby color that actually startled Doug but he strategically kept his thoughts at bay.

The boy had only stared back at Doug when he tried to introduce himself. His hand had hovered awkwardly in front of him for a few moments before Ben happily introduced the strange boy as Jack. The look Jack sent to Ben’s retreating back when he had left the room stirred some uncomfortable feelings in the pit of Doug’s stomach. It was one the teen recognized as fear.

The feeling in his stomach only worsened when the same look was directed at him. Doug. The scrawny band kid with the only possible weapon at hand being a chemistry book. It was at that moment that Doug realized why Ben had approached him for this particular favor. He was easily the most unassuming and tough looking kid in school. If Jack was this frightened of him as he was, it was no wonder Ben had chosen Doug above the other boys at school.

The next few weeks passed without incident. Jack had not spoken a word since Doug had met him. The quiet teen followed him throughout the school, always about five feet away but he never once approached Doug a single time. On the rare occasions when Jack was not near, Doug had tried to ask for more information about him from the other VK’s but it came with little success. Apparently even on the Isle Jack was known as the weird silent kid.

However, despite Jack’s obvious discomfort with Doug, he noticed a few changes with the teen as time passed on. He no longer tensed when Doug entered the room nor did he stare at him from across the dorm room from his bed in fear. The night Jack had fallen asleep with his back turned towards Doug had nearly made the teen weep tears of joy. With every milestone, Doug found himself relaying to his friends. So much so Evie even joked about Doug having had become a helicopter parent.

Though his progress was great, Doug found he would not count himself successful unless Jack finally spoke to him. Doug knew Jack could speak. He had heard the other boy murmur to himself when he thought no one was listening. In light of that discovery Doug and, unsurprisingly, his friends slyly tried to get Jack to speak to them but to no avail, the teen remained stubbornly silent.

It wasn’t until he had noticed Jack’s interest in a small cactus plant Doug kept on his nightstand. The cactus was originally a project his science class had conducted a few weeks prior to Jack’s arrival. Doug had noticed Jack eye the plant a few times before. Not thinking too much about it, Doug had asked if Jack would like to keep it.

The surprised look on Jack’s face when Doug had placed the plant on the teen’s nightstand was one he would never forget. His ruby eyes glittered and for a moment Doig could swear he saw a fleeting smile.

Gifting his roommate the plant was something Doug would have never thought would be the cause of breaking the thick ice between them. He instructed the teen how to care for it and even told him that speaking to it would help the cactus stay healthy. He realized Jack took caring for the small cactus to heart when Doug heard a small voice speaking nonsense when he was in the bathroom.

It was on a sunny day when Doug was enjoying lunch with Evie and the others when Jack had came sprinting up to them with a huge grin on his face. The image was an odd one. A teenaged boy decked in ripped up jeans and a leather jacket sprinting across a field with a small cactus in his hands. The teens shared a perplexed look before inquiring what had gotten the other teen in such a mood. Not wasting a single second, Jack carefully placed the small plant on the picnic table before joining them and pointing at a small pink bud forming near the top of the cactus.

“Look,” Jack had proclaimed proudly. “She’s growing.”

Jack’s quiet voice was shocking to say the least. It took Doug a moment to process what he had said before looking at the budding cactus. The others too had fallen silent and studied the pathetic plant with varying degrees of wonder. Jack didn’t seem to notice the surprise within the other teens as he proudly gazed at his plant with his head laying on the picnic table.

“So you like flowers?” Carlos had finally said, effectively ending the silence that fell upon them. Jack nodded, his head still laying it on the table.

“They’re nice,” He said. “And pretty.”

“Remind me to show you around the garden then,” Doug quickly replied.

“Garden?”

“Oh, yes!” Jane cut in. “It’s beautiful this time of year! All the flowers have already bloomed and I heard the rose section was especially beautiful this year. The groundskeeper has outdid himself!”

Jack listened to the girl with rapt attention. His mouth opened slightly in awe as she spoke. He then smiled, his eyes sparkling in unbridled joy as he carefully scooped his cactus up before turning expectantly to Doug.

“Can we go now?” He asked, his voice becoming stronger, yet still coming out as whisper with, every word.

Changing roommates had turned out not to be as bad as Doug expected. Though Jack was still a little quiet at times, he had definitely come a long way from the Jack he first met. Which was honestly a perfect definition of a roommate in Doug’s opinion. Though there was the slight problem of Jack growing his own garden in the dorm room. Nevertheless, Doug figured that as long as Jack kept it on his side of the room, it would be no problem.              

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Pinpricks

I’m still trying to figure out how to use this site but here’s a request from @the-witch-in-silence who wanted anything of Gil! Hope you like it and sorry it’s so short!

It wasn’t rare for Uma to kick Gil out of Ursula's fish shop. Gil had actually gotten very used to it. So much so that he even recognized he screwed up with just a look from Harry. However, that didn’t mean he knew how he messed up. That part he was still trying to work out.

Nevertheless, Gil didn’t take it too personally when he was once again exiled to the front steps of the shop. He even liked to think of himself as the crews sentry. Privately, of course. The teen pouted, his legs had began to ache from the position he was sitting in. He tried to stretch them out in front of him but the sudden pinpricks that attacked them caused him to freeze.

Gil knew that any sudden movement in his leg would cause the uncomfortable feeling to return. Every shift, spasm, or even brush of wind would cause the pin pricks to suddenly flare up. Oh how he hated when this happened. The teen grimaced as he slowly lowered his legs to the ground and tried to stretch them out slowly. He could only wait now for the feeling to return to his legs.

Too bad his friends, or crew he should say, had other plans.

“Gil,” he heard Harry call from behind him. “Let’s go.”

Gil made a distressed face as he wiggled his toes. The pinpricks were still very much there but he knew if he didn’t listen to Harry, the pins and needles in his legs would be the least of his worries. The robust teen bit his lip in concentration as he stood. His stance was stiff as he quickly turned his body to regard Harry.

“What’s wrong with you?” Harry asked, not rudely, curiously.

“Nothing,” Gil yelped. “I’m good, er bad! I’m bad!” Harry gave him another look. It was another look Gil recognized. He said something stupid...again. Instead of calling him out, Harry shook his head slowly and beckoned Gil over with a single gesture of his hook. By now, the prickly feeling in his legs were screaming at him to stay still but Gil couldn’t disobey a direct order from the first mate.

The look on Harry’s face as he slowly hobbled over, legs stiff under him, was one Gil would remember for days to come. Harry’s eyebrows nearly disappeared from his hairline as he watched the other boy lean to one side before swinging his opposite leg forward; never once did Gil bend his knees during the time it took to get to one end of the street to the other. It was almost impressive.

Gil seemed to be very proud of his accomplishment as he grinned at Harry. The two stood toe to toe for a moment, waiting, before a sudden wave of crew members burst through the doors of the fish shop and nearly barreled into the two. Harry was quick to grab the front of Gil’s shirt and pull him flush against the wall behind him before he was trampled from at least fifteen pairs of feet. He cursed at them all as they passed, his arm braced over Gil’s chest.

“Idiots,” Gil heard Harry mutter under his breath. Gil felt the other boy shift away from him but before he could, Gil grabbed his arm suddenly, effectively making the other teen freeze.

“Don’t move,” Gil said through gritted teeth. Harry looked perplexed but didn’t move. He trusted the other teen too much to ignore him.

“What is it?” Harry muttered urgently. Gil shook his head before leaning his head back against the wall, his eyes clenched shut as though in pain. “Gil.”

“It’s my legs,” Gil finally said. “They fell asleep.”

Harry growled out loud in anger before pushing the other teen away from him. Gil wasn’t able to catch himself and crashed to the ground in a heap. Even then, the teen made no move to stand or even turn over. It wasn’t until the pinpricks finally subsided when Gil stood from the floor. He wiped away the grime and dirt that accumulated on his clothes before he accidently bumped into someone in front of him.

Gil quickly looked up, a word of warning on his tongue but one look from Harry had it die before it could escape his lips. Instead the teen grimaced apologetically at the other boy.

“Better?” Harry asked condescendingly. Gil nodded, a grin spread widely across his face.

“Yeah,” Gil said. “Thanks for waiting!”

“Psh,” Harry snorted. “Don’t thank me. Uma would have been pissed if she hears you got lost again.”

Gil watched as the other teen walked away from him. He knew recognized the look on Harry’s face before he left. He may have not understood what it meant but Gil knew he didn’t mean that. Gil smiled. Harry and Uma sure did make a lot of faces. It was only a matter of time before Gil would be able to figure out what every single one of them meant.         

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Friends on the Other Side

The Isle had many quirks that most would find pretty disturbing if not outright disgusting. The way the sun never seemed to shine through the dense fog or the fact that the air always tasted slightly of iron; may it be from the exposed pipes or from the "questionable" dark stains that sometimes covered the walls in the small island. On good days, it reeked slightly of sweat and hot garbage. On the bad, well, there's really no point on wasting time talk about literal waste, is there?

All these little details made the Isle an endearing home for those who lived there. Like the fungus that grew on almost every surface, it grew on its inhabitants. Forcefully. With a sledge hammer. Or a wand if you want to be technical.

In the twenty-some years that the Isle had first come to be, no one had managed to escape. Not even the toughest or the scariest of the lot could find a way to stick a single toe across the barrier that kept them trapped inside. It wasn't until six months ago when the new king of the United States of Auradon proclaimed a new "project" of sorts to integrate the children of villains into their high society of pampered poodles. Only after the first four, no word had come back about taking in any more kids. Figures.

Most grew angry, bitter at the small speck of hope they offered before brutally crushing the dreams of the few handful of kids who wanted nothing more than to be chosen next. It was all they showed on tv or played on the radio stations in the Isle. Mal, Jay, Evie, and Carlos getting everything; all the food and clothes they could want and even a damned education that didn't involve a basic how to on spiking a stranger's drink. They were supposedly the worst of the new generation of villains yet they were the first to be rewarded refuge?

The hate and resentment that laid dormant for so long within the children festered. Gangs regrouped and violence resurfaced tenfold. At first it was a ploy to get attention from the other side to remind them there were still kids here, waiting. But still nothing came out of it. Even after a short outbreak of a terrible illness that swept through the Isle did nothing to hurry them along. But even then, it was the people in the Isle who were called cold hearted and vicious.

And yet, seeing three of the four traitors did nothing but bring a cold smile on Frank's face.

"Well I'll be damned," Frank laughed. The teen leaned against the wall, relishing as the four turned their heads every which way searching for her. Besides the slight tan and a little weight gain, the three seemed to have gained, they looked just about the same as before they left.

They looked good. "Out of all the fun surprises I expected today, this was not one of them! And Carlos, my boy! Did you grow an inch?"

"I'm not your anything," Carlos called out on reflex.

"Show yourself," Jay said at the same time. Frank laughed but did as he asked anyways. She smiled when the four turned in her direction, looking perplexed as the shadows seemed to move with her.

"Frankie," Evie greeted with a hesitant nod.

"Oh none of that sugar, we old friends aren't we?" Frank extended her arms, an invitation for a hug but soon dropped them when no one moved to embrace her. "Well, that's a bit rude. Woulda thought them Auradonians or whatever would have taught you all a speck of kindness."

"Frank," Jay said with an irritated sigh. The teen cocked her head to the side, wondering what has got them so wound up before her attention settled on the one boy she did not completely recognize. His clothing screamed Isle but his stance said something entirely different. At first Frank waved him off as one of Uma's quieter lackys. She seemed to gain a new one every minute so Frank gave up on trying to remember who's with who. It wasn't until the bra shifted closer into the light that it hit Frank why he looked so familiar.

"Hold the phone, boo," Frank said, her tone dropping from her almost warm tilt to an icier one. "This whole time I've been thinking the King would take us little folk to his side of town, not the otha' way around."

"Not by choice, I assure you—" the King tried to say before Frankie lifted one hand to stop him.

"It be nobodies choice to come here, I assure you," she mocked. "What, here to handpick the next little ones for your project? If so, I can point my finger at any direction for you to start looking."

"U-um no, that won't be needed, thank you. We are actually here for—"

"My mistake then, however, if I may ask, when exactly will the next group be chosen. Forgive me but some people have grown… impatient as you could imagine." The King looked pained at her question. The tension between the five thickened as the other four shifted uncomfortably. A moment of silence passed before Frankie nodded in understanding. "I see."

"No, no! I swear I was planning on crossing more kids over! It's just—"

"Your majesty," Frankie sneered, effectively cutting off the boy once again. The other three Isle kids looked about ready to jump to his defense but a quick look from Frank had them backing off. "I knew I shouldn't 'ave gotten excited about yous new decree but I did. Same with plenty a other children down here on this island. You know we got about six working telly and radio channels here and all of them is about you. About yous and Mal going on dates, fining and dining the most luxurious of meals with them heroes we youngins have somehow wronged just by being born. Even planning a fabulous party with every last one of them; we heard all about that too. Well, you can imagine we have grown a little sour at being forgotten."

Frankie relished in the shame that crossed on each of their faces. She had grown with the idea of revenge tasting as sweet as the southern tea her father told her about once. Though as quick as that feeling came, it didn't last long. This particular flavor of tea turned out more bitter than sweet. She shook her head and stepped back away from the King. She didn't even notice herself advance towards him in the first place.

"You should go," Frankie whispered. "Before Uma or one of hers figures out y'all are here."

"We can't leave without Mal," the King bravely said, though Frankie did catch a slight quiver in his voice. Good, he got the message.

"Mal is here too, huh," Frankie mused. "Figures all that commotion would be her."

"What do you mean? Did you see where she went?" Evie asked. Frankie sighed and crossed her arms. She definitely saw where Mal went. She hadn't known or cared much on who the devil on the purple steed was before and she couldn't care less now. She gave them an unimpressed stare before rolling her eyes and turning her back.

"That information is something I cannot give."

"Cannot or will not?" Carlos asked for clarification.

"Either? Both? Take your pick." Frank knew she was being petty but the last thing she wanted to do was help them. The more she heard their voices the more she wanted to shout and scream, however, she wasn't inclined to have the sort of attention that usually attracted after making too much noise.

"That's fine," the King said quickly before calling the former three Isle kids back. "That's fine. Thank you, Frankie." The sincerity in the King's voice made Frank pause. That kind of kindness is something you could not fake plus, Frankie had never had anyone thank her before. Frank inwardly groaned as she turned to the four as the made their way down the alley, carefully sidestepping anything that would make a sound. It's been months since Evie, Carlos, and Jay were on the Isle. They definitely wouldn't know about the new traps that laid around these parts.

On one hand, if they were caught, Frankie knew they wouldn't blab on her for not alerting anyone of their arrival. Which would be bad. They would be out of her hair and none of her concern but even Frankie wasn't mean enough to let a stray puppy get itself killed, especially one with such a sweet face. That and if they, more so the King, left the Isle soon and went back to Auradon, her chances of being chosen may raise if the King owed her a favor or two.

"Wait," she called, her face pulled as though in pain. The four turned to her in confusion and, to Frank's displeasure, slight smugness. Those turds. "Don't go that way."

"Frankie?" The King asked unsurely.

"Yall havent seen the type of things hidden in the darker corners of this rat trap. They built some fancy new do dabs that almost ripped off my pa's leg once. Some bastardized contraptions built from things found in De Vil's tree home." Carlos winced noticeably at that to which Frankie nodded. She gestured towards the opposite direction before walking away. Frank didn't have to turn around to know the others were following her.

Despite the King never living on the Isle like the rest of them, he did a rather good job in staying as incognito as any other thug in training. Though there were a couple of times Frank or Jay had to push and pull him in the right direction. Nonetheless, the King would had made a fine henchman given the chance. That's to say, if he worked a little on his arms. Damn noodles seemed sway in every direction when he moved.

"Your purple demon was lucky," Frankie finally whispered.

"Mal? What do you mean?"

"She sped past here so fast, nothing had a chance to even nip at her ankles. That bike of hers sure is something."

As they made their way towards the center of the Isle, Frank couldn't help but notice how the four other teens moved together in sync. She was impressed with how the King was able to fit in with them as flawlessly as if he were Mal herself. It was no wonder why these guys were quick to warm up to him. Again Frankie stamped down the jealousy that arose in her. She never was one to accept or be accepted quickly. Even on the Isle where friends was a no-no there was still some type of camaraderie within the masses. Frankie, however, didn't have that. Even Dizzy, the friendliest kid in the Isle acted weird around her.

She only had herself and her shadows for company and that was fine with her. Sorta.

"So Frankie," Evie huffed as she hurried over to run beside her. "Anything new happen while we were gone?" Frankie considered the question for a moment. There was a lot she could say. She just didn't know how to say it.

"You bet it did," Frankie muttered. "You three changed the game."

"What do you mean?" Jay asked. Frankie scowled back at him; she hadn't noticed him approach.

"I mean what I say. After yous four gave up the wand, people back home got antsy. Saying they was gonna be the next ones to go and do your jobs. Pa told me if I got picked and did what you four did, he'd find a way to cross that barrier just to throttle me one last time before he got our friends to finish the job." Frankie shuddered. She had no doubt that her pa would figure something out given the chance. "It's a free for all now, people joining any gang just to stay alive."

"That's terrible," the King muttered, horrified. The change of rhythm their feet made as they criss crossed around the dark alleys quickened. No doubt the others, including Frankie herself, wanting to put as much distance from others as fast as possible.

"I heard talk of Yen Sid getting worried too," Frankie said thoughtfully. "He be sending messages every week now instead of once a month. Don't think he be getting any replies either though." Frankie didn't expect for the King to reply to that. Which was the point of mentioning that last bit as the boy had the horrible knack of fraying her nerves. Just because he was cute and nice meant that Frankie was going to forgive the fool so quickly. Or at all for that matter.

"What about our parents?" Carlos hastily asked. That question made Jay and Evie stop in their place, causing the King to run straight into their backs. Frank looked back at the sudden noise and quickly shushed them all before pulling them into a dark corner when she thought she heard someone walk towards them. Frank bit her lip once the coast was officially cleared. She didn't know how to answer that question either.

"Well," Frankie started awkwardly. "With the big bad dragon gone, her goons just kinda linger around, not knowing what to do. I don't see much of Miss De Vil but I heard from others that she doesn't leave Hell Hall much but when she does… well, you could say mister Hook needed a new hook."

"As for Jafar, he and my pa were on not good terms before because Jafar been taking things from his shop and vice versa. A few days after the wand fiasco Jafar comes over like his ass was on fire and destroyed my pa's shop thinkin we took some of his. No one bothers him much nows."

"And the Queen," here Frankie paused for a moment. She glanced at the four kids staring at her intently before looking down at the ground. She hated playing messenger. "She don't do nothing."

"My mom? What do you mean she 'doesn't do anything'?" Evie pressed.

"She don't do nothing," Frankie stressed out. "She won't come out or even talk no more. Like a ghost. No one mess with her either. No fun when there's no fight I hear."

Evie looked close to tears as Jay pulled her into a tight hug. Even Carlos looked upset which was more than a bit shocking as Frank heard stories of Cruella treating her boy like nothing more than a slave. The girl looked away from the three teens. Showing this much emotion was another no no on the Isle but she figured they needed a little time to get a hold of themselves without a judging eye. Instead she looked at the King who merely appeared shocked at the news. Seeing as he wasn't going to say anything to lighten up the frustration, Frankie quickly suggested they move again less they be caught by someone who held a grudge; which, honestly, was pretty much everyone on the island.

"That's why we're going through the back streets," Jay concluded angrily. "So you don't get caught with us. Or maybe you're just leading us straight into the thick of the mob, huh?" Frankie's eyes flashed with vindication. This is what she gets for helping? She snarled and moved to slam her fist in Jay's stupid face but a someone pulled her back.

"Stop," the King yelped. "I'm sure that's not true, Jay."

"You don't know her like we do, Ben," Jay hissed. "She's Facilier's kid. I thought it was weird she'd help us out without making some sort of deal. We shouldn't have trusted her in the first place. She's jealous we made it out and she didn't. She's nothing more than a con with a plan. Just. Like. Her. Dad."

"Fuck you, man," Frankie spat. She jerked her arm out of the King's grip before shoving Jay as hard as she could. Jay didn't look affected as he swung out his arm to catch Frank on the side of her head but the girl merely ducked and body tackled the taller teen onto the ground. Frankie heard the other three yelp and move out of their way as they rolled around the cobblestone ground, landing as many hits as they could before Frankie felt herself being lifted off the thief, or former thief now, entirely.

"That's enough," the King growled at them both. Frankie tried to pull herself out of his hold but the other teen kept a tight grip against her arms. It took both the effort of Evie and Carlos to hold back Jay. Frankie growled but eventually stopped struggling. This wasn't worth the effort. Ben held her for another minute, making sure she was calm enough before letting go. He kept his hands hovered over the smaller teen for a moment just to be sure before stepping back completely.

"This was a mistake," Frankie spat before turning her heel and walking away.

"Yeah," Jay responded just as viciously. "It was."

Frankie shook her head angrily. Just as she was about to turn the corner, she stopped. She wasn't going to let Jay have the last words. She had genuinely tried, but even then it wasn't enough. What made it worse was that Jay, someone who had been in her exact position for the last six months couldn't put past his own prejudices.

"The way you four was heading was directly in the path of Jafar's shop. His regulars hang out around that alley and no doubt would have told your pa for a quick buck. There's also Uma's gang you need to worry about. Her gang has grown, about a quarter of Shan Yu's old troop, all armed with swords. The traps are real and are about the size of the palm of my hand. Tiny things can blow your arm off, I told you. That and not to mention nearly everyone on this island would love to get back at you all for the wand fiasco couple months back," Frankie cast one last angry look at the four before pointing at a dented sign hanging above them. "We're here by the way. I'm sure you remember how to use it."

"Frankie!" The teen stopped mid step and turned her head towards the King, a deep frown still on her face. "Thanks."

A few hours had passed since Frankie had seen the King and the three Isle traitors. Frank could feel bruises blossoming across her body. Luckily most could be hidden under her clothes however she still had to come up with an excuse for the one on her cheek bone. That is, if her father even cared to ask.

The teen huffed as she expertly shuffled a deck of cards in her hands. She glanced around the not too busy street for someone to play a game of cards with. There weren't too many people on the Isle who chose to play with her. Everyone claimed she cheated; which was completely true but so did they, not as good as her obviously but they still did.

Frankie frowned down at her cards. Her deck of fifty-two were compiled from three different decks. She merely covered the backs with a thin layer of duct tape to hide their differences. The edges were frayed and the ink was faint but for the life of her, Frankie could not find good enough replacements. Looking at her shabby cards now and thinking about the group she had helped earlier left a acidic taste in her mouth. Life sucked.

"Hello, Frankie," A voice drawled above her. Frankie glanced up with her eyes before looking back down at her deck. She shuffled the cards before dealing them out; two face up, two face down.

"Harry," she greeted disinterestedly before looking up at the boy with a slight smirk. "Up for a game?" Harry shrugged before lifting the cards slightly with his hook.

"Hit." Frankie placed a card face up. Harry smirked down at the cards before looking straight into Frankie's eyes. "Twenty."

"Natural," Frankie replied immediately as she flipped all the cards face up to show the other the game.

"Cheater."

"Always," she dralwed. "What brings you over to my casino, Hook?"

"Uma want's to see you," Harry replied. He crouched down so he was face to face with the girl, a devilish smirk still playing on his lips. "And I'm afraid this time she won't take no for an answer."

"I ain't interested in joining her crew, Hook."

"We know. This is different and I'm sure you'd love to hear about it. We gained a new friend today. A royal friend." Frankie's mouth twitched into a frown before she could stop herself. Inwardly she screamed at herself for the tell as she saw Hook's smirk grow into a wide grin. She shrugged, hoping for Harry to catch on that she didn't care. If they really had the King and he squealed to them about her, she'd kill him herself. Though she didn't worry too much, the King looked like a smart boy. He'd know better than to talk.

"Harry," Frankie finally said. "You seem to be under the impression that I care."

"Oh, of course not," He practically sang. "Except that you should."

Shit.

"See, we know Mal is back on the island. We also know her crew is here too and guess who Gil saw leaving them in front of Maleficent's old home?"

Double shit. Frankie huffed as Harry used his hook to trace the dark bruise on her cheek, the metal cold against the throbbing heat on her face. The fight must have been loud enough for someone to find them and of all people it had to be Gil to see it. The little shit would do anything to get on Uma and Harry's good side.

"Let's go," Harry ordered as he pulled Frankie up from the old crate she used as a seat, the cards in her hand clattered on the floor. He held her arm at a vice grip as he dragged her down to the wharf, not caring if his hand left a mark or if Frankie was literally tripping over things and people to follow him. Luckily the trip wasn't too far. They had used the main streets to get there after all. Frankie glared at everyone who looked at them; she should have stayed inside the shop today.

The crew laughed and cheered as they climbed onto the deck of the ship, Uma standing proudly in front of them all with her arms crossed against her chest. Frankie rolled her eyes at the power display before quickly glancing around for the King. Seeing him tied up on the ship's mast did little to ease Frankie's anxiety. He would be no help whatsoever in his current predicament.

"Frankie," Uma called, her lips turned down into a little pout. "I thought we were friends."

"Uhh, no," Frankie said playing innocent. "I don't got any of those. Fresh out."

"Obviously, I mean look at you," Uma said with a laugh. "Though to be fair I did offer you a spot on my crew."

"You sure did. I also remember saying no," Frankie leaned her top half towards Uma as though telling her a secret. "To tell you the truth, I get sea sick."

"Well if we are telling each other the truth, how about you tell us another," Uma shouted, hyping up the rest of her crew. The gang laughed and started to tap their swords on the deck. The ominous sound made Frankie inwardly cringe. This was bad. "You can trust us. Do you know him?"

Uma pointed at the King and Frankie begrudgedly turned to look at the teen tied to the mast. The crew were still stabbing their swords against the deck, taunting her to speak but Frankie kept her mouth shut. The King didn't seem to know who to look at; her, Uma, or Harry's hook that rested against her neck.

"Ok," Uma finally said with an understanding nod. "I see you're a shy one. I'll just ask… King Ben." the King looked startled at being named outright and jerked to attention. His eyes were blown wide as he frantically looked back and forth between the two girls.

"Ben, do you know this girl?" Uma asked kindly. "It's ok to tell us. Making friends is a good thing, right?"

"No," Ben finally said, his voice full of determination. "I don't know her." Uma nodded thoughtfully before looking back at Frankie. She stepped forward and gently twirled a piece of Frank's curly hair in her finger.

"Well that wasn't so hard, was it? I heard telling the truth to a group of friends made you feel good," Uma said she yanked her hand away roughly and sneering at Frankie. "And since you don't know her, then you wouldn't be bothered if she went for a little swim! Harry!"

Harry sighed contently before he bellowed out a loud laugh. The hook against her neck was removed but before Frankie could so much move, a pair of arms hugged her from her middle, trapping her own arms against her sides.

"Aye, Aye Captain!"

Frankie's eyes widened, her heart leapt to her chest as she fought against the other's hold. She kicked her legs out and beat her arms against Harry's chest but mourned internally as nothing seemed to affect him. The crew cheered them on, stepping aside as Harry walked towards the plank with her still captive in his arms. The teen grunted in pain as she was unceremoniously dropped on top of the plank, the bruises on her knees throbbing from the sudden collision. She shakily stood on her two feet and carefully turned towards the crew and Uma.

"Uma!" Ben shouted over the noise. "Don't do this!"

"I don't understand, your majesty," Uma responded innocently as she inspected her nails uncaringly. "I thought you said you didn't know her. Why do you care?"

"I do care! She's still a person!"

"She's from the Isle," Uma said, finally looking at the King. Ben turned his focus on Frankie and watched as tears gathered in her eyes however she held them back as she glared hatefully at every one of the crew members jabbing their swords toward her. "People from Auradon don't care about people from the Isle."

"I do! I do care! I messed up! Forget this and I'll fix everything!" Ben shouted. Harry jumped onto the railing of the ship expertly. The sudden movement making the plank and consequently Frankie wobble precariously He pointed his sword at Frank, forcing the girl to take a hesitant step back. "UMA!"

"Can't hear you," Uma sang.

"I know her!" Ben finally shouted. "I know Frankie!" Uma smirked down at her hand before loudly snapping her fingers once. Immediately all the noise the crew was making died down, well all except one.

"Gil!"

"Sorry!"

Harry growled as he sheathed his sword and roughly pulled Frankie off the plank. The girl couldn't catch herself in time from the sudden movement and fell onto the deck with a loud thud. She gave a shuddering breath as she looked back at the King, her face contorted in pain.

"Now was that so hard?" Uma cooed as she looked down at Frankie's falled form. She stared down at her for a moment, ignoring the downright murderous expression the other girl sent her before snapping her fingers twice and pointing at the mast. There was no hesitation in following her silent order as three kids managed to roughly tie Frankie to the mast besides the boy King. Frank didn't bother trying to squirm away this time.

"I'm so sorry," the King whispered to her. Frankie didn't look at him and stared at the barely visible barrier that flickered occasionally in the horizon. "Frankie."

"Stop," she whispered back harshly. "Just stop."

"I didn't mean for this to happen," the King forcefully continued. He leaned his head back, exposing his neck for everyone around him. He didn't try to speak much after that. The two watched as the crew walked around the deck, most impatient for some reason or another. It wasn't until the King had enough of waiting when he finally brought Uma's attention back on himself. Frankie let the two of them speak; She had nothing to say to the sea witch's daughter. The King, however, was a different story.

"She's right, you know," Frankie finally said after Uma had turned her back. "Uma. She has the right to be mad."

"I know," the King replied hoarsely.

"They're all mad. Me too. I didn't think I could hate someone as much as I hate you and everyone else on the other side." Frankie gave a shuddering laugh and shook her head slightly. "I wanted to leave this place so bad. I wanted what Mal and the others had. I was so… excited— for such a long time. Waiting for my invitation. Or for anyones invitation for that matter but nothing ever came. I told myself that I didn't care no more. That I never cared, but who was I kiddin'? You tried to play Pan's shadow and let me tell you, boo, I left my window wide open and nothing came out of it! For all the bad they teach us down here, I don't think anyone here would be able to pull off something as vicious as what you did."

"I-I'm sorry," the King repeated, this time with more emotion. Frankie paused for a moment before finally looking up at the King beside her.

"Ain't no apology gon' fix this, your majesty." The two fell silent once more. Neither wanting to be the first to speak after something like that. Frankie even dozed off for a while but was rudely awakened when the ropes around her began to shift. Her head snapped up and quickly turned toward the King but Harry was already pulling him away. The ropes tightened around her once again, causing her to groan slightly from the force put behind it.

Frankie tried to ignore the crew's boisterous shouts as she looked around for whatever was causing all the commotion. She finally found it at the bridge to the ship in the form of the once all powerful, or at least the daughter of the "all powerful", standing toe to toe with Uma. The two squared off, Mal only sparing a single glance in the King's and, too Frankie's surprise, her direction. Frankie leaned forward as far as the ropes allowed in order to see what Mal was holding in her grasp. She couldn't make out what it was exactly but Frankie couldn't help but feel ridiculous knowing they were squaring off over a fancy stick.

"The wand," Uma said in lieu of greeting.

"Give me Ben first," Mal said. "And Frankie."

"What?" Frankie whispered in shock. No one heard her but no one needed to as almost every head swiveled towards her in surprise.

"That wasn't part of the deal," Uma laughed. "The wand for the King."

"Huh," Mal laughed, though there was no humor behind it. "You know me. I always want more."

"Ain't that the truth," Uma snarled. "Hand over the wand."

"Ben and Frankie first." Uma sighed in annoyance before snapping her fingers. Harry was quick to drag the King over to the two but Gil seemed to have a little trouble figuring out the ropes holding Frankie down.

"Watch it," Frankie yelped when the other teen's blade got too close to her arm.

"Whoops." Once free from the mast, Frankie was dragged forward, the squeaking from her boots as they dragged across the wooden floorboards awkwardly filling the silence that fell upon the whole group. Mal nodded contently once both teens were in her reach. Frankie felt Gil's hands slowly let go of her arms before a sudden shout from Uma made him pull her back once more.

"Wait!" the captain shouted. "Test it first."

"Always was one for dramatics," Mal muttered.

"And nothing big or Ben here gets to swim with the sharks," she warned. Mal didn't look at all worried as she quickly glanced behind her to her gang. Frankie was pleased to note she brought Jay, Evie, and Carlos with her; along with another girl she didn't recognize. However, the spell of relief shattered when she realized Uma's crew still outnumbered them nearly two to one. Frankie caught Jay's gaze and held it for a moment before subtly nodding in his direction. If there was going to be a fight, which she could feel that there was, their current bad blood would not help them in anyway. Luckily, Jay seemed to catch on and returned the gesture. Frankie then turned to Mal and watched as she toyed with the wand in her hand. The purplette turned and leaned on the railing, her eyes trained on some random mutt watching them from the ramp above. Frankie watched in bated breath as the other girl considered him for a second before pointing the wand at the pup.

"I know this sounds absurd, but turn this bark into a word," Mal chanted before flicking the wand in some fancy pattern. Frankie actually recognized her father doing a few times before when he was deep in thought. It must have been a reflex because she was sure he didn't even realize he was doing it. She never dared to ask him about it though. It was better to have some things unspoken in their household. Frankie and the rest of the teen's present watched, simultaneously holding their breaths as they waited for something to happen. After a few seconds of silence, Mal seemed to get agitated as she regarded the dog once more. "Talk, dog."

"Does this vest make me look fat?" Frankie blinked in shock, taken aback by the very human like voice that came out of the dogs mouth, er, muzzle. "Does anyone have any bacon?"

"Ha!" Uma laughed joyously before turning to Mal with a determined look on her face. "Give me the wand!" she demanded.

"Give me Ben!" Mal shouted back immediately afterwards.

"And Frankie!" the King was quick to add. Frankie couldn't hold back a snort at that. It was pretty awkward being involved in so much drama. It would have been funnier too if she hadn't almost been forced to walk the plank earlier; which was why she felt so awkward honestly.

"Cut him lose," Uma ordered, not once looking away from the wand still in Mal's hand.

"I never get to have any fun," Harry muttered as he did what he was told. Frankie held her breath for the second it took for them all to figure out how the trade was going down. Just as Mal thrusted her hand holding the wand forward towards Uma, Frankie felt Gil pushing her from behind her. The teen nearly tripped forward but managed to catch herself on the railing with a little help from Evie's steadying hand.

"Are you alright," she muttered as she quickly pulled Frankie off the ship's ramp.

"Never better," she gasped out. Evie nodded before pulling her towards the stairs quickly. Frankie followed without hesitation and only sped up when she heard Uma's shout of frustration behind her.

"Run now, Ben!" She heard Mal cry out. Unfortunately The teens didn't get too far before Uma's crew managed to escape the bright smoke that erupted in front of them before they were swinging their swords in their faces. Frankie yelped as on pirate swung their blade inches from her face. She would have been killed if not for the sudden instinct to duck her head at the last second.

"Frank!" The girl kicked her attacker in the chest before whipping around to face Jay. A short warning followed by a saber being thrown to her was all she got before she was suddenly stuck in a parry with one of Uma's mates. The teen growled in her face, causing Frankie to lean back in disgust when a bit of spit flew out of his mouth. The teen huffed in agitation as she then ducked under the boy, using his weight to throw him over her shoulder and over the docks railing.

Frankie had no chance to recover from the short fight before another one of Uma's goons was right on top of her. She quirked a quick smirk at the raging teenager, tossing her saber up before catching it in her left hand. Not one to be baited so casually, the new component rushed Frank with her sword extended to the sky. Frankie stood still, her saber posed upwards in front of her, right until the other girl reached her and swung down at Frankie's head. Frank spun around the other girl, landing behind her, before kicking the back of her knees. She didn't waste second after the other girl fell to the ground and slammed the hilt of her sabor on her attackers neck, knocking her out instantly.

"Hey! We gotta go!" Someone shouted from behind her. Frankie spun and gave the girl who came with Mal and the others a thoughtful look. The teen nodded and grabbed her extended hand, gasping in surprise as the other girl easily pulled her up to the next platform. Frank considered asking the girl her name but even she knew it probably wasn't the best time for introductions. Just as the two girls were about to leave the warp via industrial pipe, another mini pirate in training jumped out right in front of them. He growled at the two girls as he pointed a sword at each of them. In return, the girl and Frankie shared a bored look. Sure wielding two swords looked cool but even someone without any experience using them could tell that the weight was seriously throwing the other teen off.

"I got this," the girl muttered to Frankie. Frank only shrugged and took a step back, content with watching the new girl play with the pirate teen. She had to hand it to the princess, though. The way she moved and baited the guy was hilarious. The girl didn't bother using her saber besides blocking once or twice. Instead she stayed an inch out of the pirates swings, easily dodging every move he threw at her.

"Impressive," Frankie laughed.

"Thanks!" the girl said without missing a beat. "I'm Lonnie, by the way!"

"Frankie."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Frankie."

"...Same to you, I guess." It didn't take very much conversation for the pirate to listen to before he grew agitated by the seemingly uncaring way Lonnie fought him. He finally abandoned one of his swords in favor of dealing heavier attacks. Now Frankie could see the fight was finally a fair one. Too bad no one cared about "fairness" on the Isle. With the guy's back turned toward her, Frankie used the opportunity to slink behind him and land a surprise blow to the side of his head. The teen dropped like a heavy sack of potatoes, garnering a surprised huff from Lonnie.

"Frankie!" Lonnie gasped in surprise.

"What?" she muttered. "You were taking too long." The two stared at eachother for a moment before laughter broke out between the two. Stepping over the unconscious male, Lonnie pulled Frankie into a side hug before walking stepping into the pipe side by side. Frank had stiffened under the sudden contact but didn't pull away from the embrace. Once they made it to the other end of the tunnel, the two broke away and made quick work with the tarp covering the limo. It wasn't long before the other teens made their way to them and began to move around the car.

"Let's go," Mal shouted at everyone. Frankie stood near the end of the tunnel entrance, her hands fisted in the tarp she helped pulled off, with a frown on her face. She knew the others expected her to go with them. It would have been the smart thing to do but Frankie's gut told her otherwise. A few hours ago she would have done anything to stow away in this car but now Frankie knew this wasn't the right time for her to leave. She had to make things right first.

"Frankie we have to go," the King said. Only instead of moving, the girl shook her head.

"I can't," she said. "Not yet."

"We don't have time for this," Evie cried.

"I'll be fine," Frankie said. The others looked dubious, no one besides the dog moving to get inside the car. Frankie smiled before turning to the King with a slight incline to her head. "Let's make a deal. I'll go when I get a real invitation but only after you take the kids who really deserve to go as well."

"Come with us and make sure it happens!" the Lonnie pleaded.

"No," Frankie shook her head with a miserable laugh. "I don't deserve to go. Not yet, at least. Take the kids who deserve it first then I'll consider it. Until then, I'll do my best around here to help get them ready. And Ben? Don't make us wait too long."

"...I won't," he swore. "I promise."

"Good," Frankie nodded. "Now go! It won't be much longer before Uma and her crew get's here!"

Frankie smiled at the group, waving off their concerned looks with a determined one of her own. Things were going to change around here and she was damned sure she was going to help it along herself; Even if it meant braving a pirate crew on her own. Though thinking about it, Frankie did know a few people who would be more than willing to help her cause if it meant getting off the Isle. Some persuasion would be needed but she was sure she could do it.

"Be careful out there, Frankie," Evie told her from inside the car. "And don't get into too much trouble!"

"No promises."

I’m pretty new to Tumblr but I’m hoping on taking on some requests! (This is cross-posted on fanfiction.net) 

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me a week ago: Thomas Doherty? who's that? why are you bringing him up, I don't care, why should I care?

me now:*actively follows him on Instagram, Twitter and Youtube*

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Harry Hook had me weak

My favorite part in the movie was anytime that boy opened his mouth.

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did everyone miss that huma scene in it’s going down where ben gives uma a second chance and uma rejects it and harry starts grinning and laughing as if HIS captain would leave her own damn crew to join some prep kids at aurodan

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The Walk™