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spcebtwn · 1 year ago

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burning red

Pairing: Audrey Rose/Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: language, smut, angst w a happy ending if you catch my drift ;), soulmarks, implied fem reader but i believe it could be read as gn

Summary: Audrey always looks away like it's a choice, like it means she's the winner. It makes your teeth ache, how blatant she is.

You meet your soulmate on your first day at Auradon Prep.

It’s clear from the get-go she wants nothing to do with you. She reeks of royalty—dressed in pink, her hair meticulously styled, her teeth blindingly white. Around her neck hangs a diamond that would impress even your mother—your eyes zero in on it for a moment, the way your mother has trained you to do. There wasn’t anything on the Isle you couldn’t steal for her. Unless, of course, Jay got to it first. He doesn’t seem to notice the necklace, though. You’re the only one focused on the princess. It’s embarrassing, but nobody seems to notice that either.

She smells like vanilla and roses, so much so you’re hardly surprised when her last name ends up being the latter. Even less so when she turns her nose at you, smile going frigid the moment you speak to her. You watch as she subconsciously fiddles with the neckline of her dress, and wonder if that’s where she’s hiding your mark. It makes resentment bubble in your chest, knowing that you’ll probably never get to see.

You huff and try to taper down the resentment before it can bloom into something else. If you’ve gone this long alone, you can do it forever. Your mother has.

(You don’t think about what that’s done to her.)

—

Audrey quickly becomes an antagonist—to both the mission and your life in general. She’s a problem because she’s Ben’s girlfriend, but Mal has to be Ben’s girlfriend. She’s a problem because she lurks in the hallways whenever you try to discuss anything relating to the wand. She’s a problem because every time she catches your eye, she’ll pull Ben down into what looks like a bruising kiss, eyes fiery, like they’re saying this is what you can’t have. This is what I want.

You’re never the first to break eye contact. Haven’t backed down from a challenge since the first time Jay tried—and failed—to pickpocket you. It doesn’t do anything, though. She always looks away like it’s a choice, like it means she’s the winner. It makes your teeth ache, how fucking blatant she is. Shoulder checking you in the hallway like you’re boys. Slamming her locker closed whenever you pass. Rubbing Ben in your face like it means something, like their whole relationship isn’t a lie. You wonder if she hides her mark from him, too. If he’s ever seen her without those high necklines, the starched collars. A sick sort of satisfaction fills you at the thought you know something he doesn’t. That you’ve never seen it either, but you know it’s there.

Mal slips Ben a love cookie. You enjoy the affronted look on Audrey’s face for about five seconds before she’s yanking Chad down and swapping spit with him. She doesn’t look at you while she does it. It’s for her, for once. You bet she’s not even thinking about you.

You clench your jaw and look away. In a month, you won’t ever have to worry about her. You’ll have everything you want.

—

It’s two weeks before the coronation and the sight of Audrey and Chad in the hallway makes you sick.

With Ben, you could tell yourself she was just doing it because her parents wanted her to be queen. Maybe even because she wanted to be queen. But it wasn’t anything real. You could tell in the performance of it all. The Benny-boos. The hand holding. Her eyes sliding to you anytime Ben kissed her on the cheek, a smirk painted on her face like she was proving something. Because she was. Ben was a desperate attempt to prove something to herself.

Chad is something else entirely.

He’s more classically handsome than Ben. Bigger, stronger. Douche-ier. He flings an arm over Audrey anytime they’re close enough. It’s casual like he’s done it a thousand times. He kisses her like that, too. Like it’s an afterthought. She doesn’t make it showy, doesn’t look at you. She just sits there looking pretty and takes it. Hugs, kisses, any form of PDA you could imagine. Like she wants it. Like she likes it.

You grow used to the feeling of your stomach churning. Can’t look at Chad’s stupid face without feeling it.

You’ve gone to the bathroom to escape the sight of them in the hallway, smiling at each other like it’s the real deal. It makes you want to puke. You splash water in your face and stare up at yourself in the mirror. At your hair, combed but not shiny, not pretty like hers. Like Chad’s. Your makeup starts and ends with the chapstick Evie insists you use. Looking pretty on the Ise made you stand out. You never got good at it, and now it’s too late. You wonder if Audrey would look your way if you were prettier. If you looked something closer to royalty.

The door slams open and you blink, startled but not enough to show it. It’s Audrey—of course it is. She rushes to the sink without looking at you. In the hallway behind her, you can see Mal and Ben passing. They don’t look at her. Briefly, you feel victorious. Now you know what it feels like, you think. The thought quickly turns sour, though. It’s Ben making her feel like that. Not you.

She notices you eventually. Your face is mostly dry by the time she does. Still, she sneers, like you’re a piece of fucking roadkill on the street. It’s a look you’re familiar with, and a cold feeling of indifference washes over you. “Sorry, princess, bathroom’s all yours,” you say, sliding past her to leave. She huffs, though, and it gives you pause—long enough for her to get a word in.

“I know you did something to him,” she snaps, spinning around to face you. Her ponytail bounces. Her voice doesn’t waver.

Your heart skips a beat as fear begins to take hold. Fear of being caught. “I didn’t do shit,” you say, instinctively. Maybe it’s passing the blame, maybe it’s distracting her.

She glares for a moment before the facade crumbles. Her shoulders fall, her eyes pinching further, like she’s fighting back tears. Fear is replaced with guilt so suddenly it feels like whiplash. “He was my best friend,” she says, choked and quiet. Her eyes are shiny.

The same forces that branded her first words to you on your skin—And I’m Audrey, his girlfriend—tell you to comfort her. Tell you to wipe her tears. To kiss the skin they’ve stained. But you think about her and Chad in the hallway. You think about her beatific grin as she kisses him, kisses Ben. You think about the way she’d glared down at you that first day, cold as the dead of winter on the Isle. You think about the cool distant pain you feel in your chest every time you look at her, and you want to make her hurt, too. “Well, I guess he changed his mind,” you say, turning on your heels and storming off before you can think about how the sound she makes sounds suspiciously like a sob.

If it is, you’ve succeeded in making her hurt. It doesn’t make you feel better.

—

Evie makes a list of all the things she wants once the villains take over.

She wants a castle with fourteen bedrooms and a marble staircase and mother-in-law suite. She wants the spindle Maleficent cursed, all those years ago. She wants access to any wardrobe in Auradon she deems fit. Above all, she wants Chad Charming by her side. You don’t know if he’s her soulmate or not. At the very least, it’s clear she wants him to be. You wish she’d do something about it. Make it so you didn’t have to see him touch Audrey ever again.

Evie asks you what it is that you want—but that’s the only thing you can think of. Audrey, away from Chad. Away from Ben. You don’t even care if she’s with you or not. As long as she stops pretending like she could ever want somebody else.

You bite your tongue. Say diamonds, because it’s expected of you. Evie rolls your eyes, familiarly. “Of course you do,” she sighs, staring wistfully down at her list. Chad’s name is in hearts. You watch her write diamonds underneath it and feel sick to your stomach.

Because as much as you may lie to yourself, you know damn well you don’t want any diamonds.

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It doesn’t matter if you want diamonds or Audrey or a goddamn unicorn to ride through town on. Because coronation day comes, and nothing happens.

Well. A lot happens.

The villains don’t rain down in a parade of hellfire. Auradon isn’t taken by Maleficent. Evie doesn’t get her castle, or her spindle, or Chad. But you get a scolding. A group hug. A weight off your shoulders. Maleficent is smaller than your feet now, and you don’t have to worry about taking over the world. Audrey doesn’t dance with Chad at the afterparty. She still doesn’t look at you, but she doesn’t look at him either. It does something to quell the bone deep ache you’ve become so accustomed to.

That night, you fall asleep in your dorm and think of nothing. Absolutely nothing. There’s only one thing to think about any more. And you know she isn’t thinking about you.

—

Evie does get Chad, eventually. Doug, too. She stops wearing those tights all the time, lets people see their words circling her calves, one on each leg. They sit with her at lunch now. Join all the group hang outs. You’ve got Chad and Doug and Ben, and Jane, too, has snuck her way in, sticking by Carlos’ side as if she’s still scared of the rest of you. Jay likes scaring her. You like laughing at it.

The point is, you’ve got everybody except Audrey. So it’s only a matter of time before she starts hanging around, too. It’s almost too much for you to take, her being everywhere, all the time. Inescapable. The scent of her perfume—vanilla and roses—follows you everywhere. You could choke on it. She doesn’t talk to you, not really. You communicate through everybody else. Argue with Ben at the same time you’re really arguing with each other. Passing messages without actually saying anything. Eye contact over the table. Glares, mostly. She may accept the VKs as human now, but certainly not as her soulmate. It makes you hate her, a little bit. As much as you want her, you hate her, too.

Because it hurts. Not having her hurts. It’s driven people mad before, having a soulmate out of reach. Having a soulmate so blatantly reject you. Sometimes you’re surprised you’re still standing, when she can talk about some new boy she’s dating right in front of you. It hurts right behind your ribs, makes breathing hard. You don't know how you took it, when she would kiss Ben and Chad right in front of you. Seeing her smile at somebody is torture. You’re not sure how much longer you can take it.

—

Evidently, not long.

It’s Thanksgiving break, and you’re expected to stay at the school with the other kids who live too far away or have nowhere to go. But Ben invites you all to stay at the castle with him, and you’re sure as hell not going to refuse.

There’s a bedroom for each of you. You haven’t had a bed wider than you are long ever. You don't let yourself enjoy it, though. You’ve only got a week before it’s back to the XL twin, to the shared room with Mal and Evie. Still, it feels nice. Sprawling out, suitcase abandoned on the floor, everybody far enough away that you could probably scream and they wouldn’t hear it. You figure the week is going to be the best one you’ve had in a while.

Until Audrey shows up.

Your stomach drops at the sight of her. She doesn’t have a bag, won’t be staying here like you are, at least. But the thought that she could just drop by whenever she likes is enough to put you on edge. You hate that this is the way she makes you feel. Anxious and angry. You’re supposed to be in love. You’re supposed to be able to look at her without it hurting. To spend time together, even if it’s not every waking second like Mal and Ben, or Evie, Doug, and Chad. Even if it’s not something smitten like the thing between Carlos and Jane. Not puppy love, because it could never be. Not after everything that’s happened.

Maybe it would be biting and fast and hard. Something closer to what Jay has with Harry, back on the Isle. Maybe her tongue would still be sharp and her gaze could still be icy, but it wouldn’t matter, because you’d know she wants you, likes you, loves you. You don’t know anything now. It’s all up in the air. That, or it’s been shot down. Missing in action. Her eyes pass over you with indifference, and it makes you want to keel over, to sink into the floor.

You sit next to her in the den instead. You can feel her muscles are tight, squeezed up in an attempt to avoid any contact possible. Her sharp intakes of breath every time you shift are close enough to something to quiet the buzzing under your skin.

—

Audrey is around more than you could possibly imagine, or prepare for.

She and Ben are close again now. He was my best friend echoes in your ear every time they laugh, smile, hug, anything. It makes no sense to be jealous. Still, you are. You’d do anything to be Audrey’s friend. But she doesn’t even want that from you.

She talks to you more now, at least. Would be strange not to. You all make cookies one night—non-love-spelled—and Audrey mutters instructions to you as you work around each other in the kitchen. Pass the flour, go get the milk, don’t overmix. You follow mindlessly, too caught up in the fact that she’s acknowledging your existence to care that she’s bossing you around. You wouldn’t mind if she slapped you in the face, as long as she looked at you while she did it.

When the cookies are done, they’re perfect. Better than any of the other batches. Audrey nods at you when they come out. It’s so much in terms of what she’s done before. Nowhere near enough in terms of what you want her to do.

You eat the damn cookies and sulk when she chooses Ben to sit next to, yet again. Jay stares at you with something like sympathy when you plop down next to him for whatever required viewing Ben’s chosen for tonight, but when you glance over at Audrey, her mark is still covered, as always. Yours, too. Jay’s always been perceptive though. Has to be, in your line of work. Maybe he doesn’t need to see a mark to figure out something’s going on.

You ignore his questioning gaze until he finally turns away. He wants to talk, but there’s nothing to tell. Never will be, with the way things are going.

—

“Oh, Audrey doesn’t have a soulmate,” Chad remarks from across the room. He’s stretched across Doug and Evie’s legs, looking content and careless. He doesn’t even look up as he speaks.

You’re not sure how you’ve gotten to the topic, only know that Audrey suddenly looks intensely uncomfortable. She avoids eye contact with you, shrugs when everybody else turns to stare at her. White hot rage fills your core at the thought that she could so easily deny the fact that she’s tied to you, that the universe itself has decided you’re meant for each other. You bristle and stand up, your legs carrying you away before you can do anything stupid, say anything stupider.

As you make your way to your room, the last thing you expect is for Audrey to follow.

“Why don't you just tell everybody, huh?” she asks, pushing behind you through your bedroom door. She speaks in a harsh whisper, as if anybody could hear her all the way up here. “It would be almost as obvious as that scene.”

When you turn around to face her, her cheeks are red with embarrassment. The air around you feels hot, the way it always does when she's close. “According to Chad, I have nothing to tell,” you spit, not even a little ashamed of how pathetic it sounds. If you're pathetic, then so is she. This whole thing is pathetic.

“You know that's not true,” she says, crossing her arms. Her eyes dart down to the floor, like you're not even good enough to look at.

“Do I?” you ask, refusing to whisper like she is. “For all I know, some other girl is gonna introduce herself as Audrey, his girlfriend and none of this will matter anymore!”

You won't matter anymore, you want to say but can't. It looks like she hears it anyway.

She scoffs. “Sorry I’m not as good as some other girl, then,” she says, which is just about the craziest thing she could say. The stupidest thing she could say.

You think about Ben. About Chad. About her cruel smile as she kissed them, held their hands in the hallway. About how she'd rather be with them than with you, seemingly would rather be with anyone than with you. “You know that's not the point.”

It's silent for a moment. You aren't sure what to say to her, if there's anything to say. Any words you have are cruel, and the thought of hurting her more makes your throat close up, a little.

She doesn't feel the same, though. “You can't give me what I want,” are the next words to leave her mouth. Your eyes shut on their own accord, as if that'll somehow make the rejection feel better. You can't give her what she wants. All you want is her.

It's bullshit, you think, suddenly. She feels the same way you do. She has to. “And what is that?” you ask, stepping closer to her. She backs up against the wall, but meets your gaze. It seems like a challenge, but that may be wishful thinking. “What do you want? To be queen? Because that ship has sailed.”

She says nothing, but she doesn't look away either. If she won't back down, then neither will you. “I know you don't want Chad,” you continue. “Is it the hiding you like? Do you want to lie to everybody for the rest of your life?”

“Okay,” she says, and it sounds like she's surrendering, but you just can't stop that you've started, now that she's finally listening to you.

You step closer, the heat becoming almost unbearable. “What is it, Audrey? Because I’m starting to think you hate me just to hate me.”

“That’s enough.” She places a hand on your chest, and you freeze, the entire world minimizing to that point of contact. She's never touched you before. It feels like her palm is made of dynamite.

She's staring down at her own hand, eyes wide but brows furrowed. Her cheeks are flushed. You can't stop yourself.

When you finally kiss her, sparks ignite under your skin. You always thought it was cliche, but now you know why so many people use that metaphor. Everywhere you touch her is like fireworks, like the universe rewarding you for finally giving in. She makes a noise of surprise, caught in her throat, but she doesn't pull away. After a moment of terrifying stillness, you do, scared you've messed it up, scared she’ll hate you even more now, scared she’ll run away the second you're off of her.

She does none of these things. The second you come up for air, the hand on your chest moves to the back of your neck. It's hot even through the layers of your hair, but what's hotter is the way she pulls you down with a haggard breath, so hard your foreheads knock together for a moment. You hardly notice it. Her skin is warm against you. You touch her where her pretty ironed dress covers it, where her collar hides the mark, hides your mark.

She kisses you like she's drowning for it. It isn't casual, like with Chad. Not for show, like with Ben. It’s desperate and hot and a long time coming. You lift a hand to her hip, thumb rubbing over the bone. You can’t feel her, not really, not through the dress. You want it off. Instead, you opt for ducking your hand underneath it, gripping the swell of her ass. The fabric of her underwear is much thinner, and feels suspiciously lacy. She breaks away for a second to moan, a reedy sound that’s a far cry from her usual polished tone. Her mouth slams shut, like she’s embarrassed, and she surges forward once more before you can comment on it.

You can feel her lipstick rubbing off on your own lips—it’s sticky but you don’t care. Don’t care about anything but her. “Can’t believe you made me wait this long,” you mutter against her lips, knowing you were fully prepared to wait forever.

She leans back against the door, shoulders sagging but hips jutting forward to meet your own. You take the hint and slide a thigh between her legs. “Done waiting,” she says, eyes falling closed as she grinds against the fabric of your pants. “Done caring.”

About what, she doesn’t say. You don’t ask. You hope she'll tell you later, hope this means there’ll be a later. You hope it’s more than just giving in, hope it’s giving up, hope it’s something that’ll last once she walks out. Her hand trails up to the top of your shirt; she tries to pull it down, searching for your mark, and huffs when she can’t find it. “Alright, alright,” you chuckle, brushing her hand off you so you can reach your own down to untuck your shirt, unbuckle your belt, unzip the pants. You have to shove your underwear down a bit for the mark to be visible—it’s sprawled across your hip, a place no garment of clothing doesn’t hide.

Her fingertips brush over it greedily, and it feels like you’re on fire. You wish she’d take the dress off so you could see your own words branding her. But you don’t push, want this to be on her terms, just like everything has been. You do drop your head to her shoulder, let out a ragged breath when her fingers sweep lower, running featherlight over you. You do squeeze your eyes shut and say, “Audrey,” voice low and quiet. Just as encouragement.

Her voice is clipped when she finally says, “Bed.” You obey without second thought, pulling her back with you.

It's only when she’s sitting on the edge of your bed, letting you press open-mouthed kisses to the column of her neck, that you risk tracing your hand up her spine until your fingers come to rest on the zipper of her dress, a question. “Yeah,” she sighs out, head dropping back so she can look at you. “Get a move on, already.”

You grin and obey, a light, “Yes, princess,” coming out of your mouth before you tell it to. You don’t miss her intake of breath, the way her hips shift minutely.

The zipper goes easily, and she stands up to shuck the dress all the way off. There’s so much of her to look at that you don’t know where to start. Except you do. You start at her mark, because where else would you start? It’s stark black, contrasting nicely against her tan skin. The words are tiny, but unmistakable. Clear enough that anybody would know it’s a mark. You still don’t understand why she hides it. It’s not like it bears your name, the way yours does. Not like it makes her any less perfect.

“Thought I told you to get a move on,” she complains, falling back onto the bed.

She lays down and you follow, glad to finally be touching her for real. You touch the mark, with your fingers and then your mouth, kissing the skin there, and she shivers. You let your lips trail down her chest—pausing to work more diligently at her breasts, reveling in her gasps—until you’re lingering just above the hem of her underwear; your suspicion was right, they are lace. She lifts her hips and you take the hint, tugging them down.

You can’t stop yourself from immediately bringing your mouth to her clit, lapping at it until she exhales shakily, a quiet, “Fuck,” falling from her lips.

It’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever heard her say. She even refuses to say oh, my god, instead opting for gosh or goodness or something equally Aurodonian. It feels like you’re taking her apart, and you feel your own core pulsing between your legs at the thought. You bring a finger to join your mouth in teasing at her folds, circling there a few times before you let it slip inside. It goes easily—fuck, she’s wet—and you both moan at the feeling of you inside of her.

You can feel her sink into the bed as you finger her open, almost lazily. You’ve wanted her for so long that you want to enjoy this now that you finally have it. You have a feeling that patience won’t last long though, and your suspicions are proven when Audrey groans and props herself up on her elbows, put-upon.

She stares down at you with a flush that starts high on her cheeks and spreads down to her chest, angry and red, filled with want. There’s a spark in her eyes, and you brace yourself for whatever’s coming. “Gosh,” she starts, breathless. “Chad would’ve already been—”

You push another finger in just to stop her from finishing that sentence. She breaks it off with a gasp, hips lifting from the bed, urging you to go harder, deeper. You do, figuring maybe now is not the time to take things slow, not after you’ve waited so long. Not when she clearly wants to keep this rolling.

You finger her in a manner you know is nothing if not efficient. Though, really, apart from the angle, you don’t have much control in the matter. Audrey’s hips grinding down onto your fingers control how fast, how hard, how deep you go. Still, she gasps out little praises like so good and just like that and knew you’d be perfect for me. It makes your skin feel impossibly hotter, and you squeeze your thighs together in a desperate search for some sort of friction. It quells the need inside you well enough to focus on the matter at hand. Literally.

“Ah,” Audrey moans, sounding fucked out and breathless. “Curl your—um—”

She doesn’t manage to find the word fingers, but you follow the instruction anyway. Her head falls back, eyes squeezed shut, shoulders rising and falling as she pants, hips coming down harder, faster. “Mmm, right there,” she says, pressing her lips together. Her hands are fisted in the sheets so hard you can feel them moving underneath you, and it only makes you redouble your efforts. You can tell she’s close, and when your thumb joins your tongue in laving at her clit, it’s over for her. Her thighs clench around you, hips jolting forward as she gasps. Her walls pulse around you, and you feel like you’re holding her heart in your hand.

You fuck her through it, stopping only when she falls back onto the bed, squirming. Again, you follow, and she kisses you all soft and sweet. Something you never would’ve guessed you’d get. You wish she’d save it for later, though, when you didn’t feel like you were about to explode with want. You wish some of that bite would come back right about now, because even as she curls her fingers in your hair hard enough to sting, you can tell she’s cooling off, winding down. You still feel like you’re on fire, though. “Alright,” she sighs, once she’s caught her breath, pulling away and brushing her hair out of her face. “Your turn.”

You laugh, even as relief floods through your veins. “I was worried there, for a second.”

“No need to fret. I’m very generous,” she promises, crawling down the bed until she’s centered in front of you.

You scoff, but it’s too breathy to be convincing. “Sure you are, princess,” you say, but she’s already wiping what remains of her lipstick off, and looking down at her you find that you really, really can’t refuse.

#descendants #audrey rose #audrey descendants #audrey descendants x reader #audrey rose x reader #evie grimhilde #chad charming #ben florian #mal bertha #jay descendants #is there even an audience for this or am i just posting into the void #can you tell i like people who are mean to me #reader insert

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lancastrianwasian · 15 days ago

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Ben and Evie being the power couple of Auradon is a favorite AU of mine. It’s very much like Charles V and Isabella of Portugal, but without any cousin stuff. I know Audrey would have been more upset.

D3 if Ben x Evie were a thing and during the proposal:

Queen Leah: “You were supposed to be his queen, and you let someone who’s basically a carbon copy of you take your place?”

Audrey: “She’s a witch too, Grammi. She knows magic and is everything that I’m not.”

Chad: “Like being a fashion designer, the mom friend of the group, plus the fact that she’s involved in anything Isle or VK-related, just like Ben is. It’s a good match.”

Audrey: “Bitch, you were supposed to be on my side.”

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ineedtherapydesperately · 3 months ago

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soooo I finished crack fic #7 and posted it instead of updating is it naive to believe we'll get a happy ever after 🎀 please read tho I slaved over this bc my sleep deprivation knows no bounds

once again I have to be up in 3 hours

^ me

#glassheart #charminghearts #descendants #descendants 4 #descendants the rise of red #descendants: the rise of red #fanfic #red x chloe #chloe x red #chloe charming #red of hearts #descendants red #descendants chloe #audrey rose #chad charming #crack fic

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starlight-court-dreamer · 4 months ago

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THE WOLF OF SNOW - CAPÍTULO 2| Ben Florian x OC

Casal: King Benjamin Florian x Nyaxia Badwolf (OC)

Nyx seguiu o pai até o seu escritório. Suas têmporas começaram a latejar indicando o início de uma dor de cabeça infernal, a rapidez com que ele se movia só aumentava a dor em sua cabeça.

O pai apenas a olhava com cara de paisagem. Totalmente desprovido de qualquer emoção. Na verdade, ela pensou ter visto o resquício de emoção que havia nele desaparecer no instante em que os olhares se cruzaram. Como se a mera chegada dela tivesse acabado com todas as suas emoções.

Ou eu estou muito ferrada ou aquela lagartixa roxa ridícula fez algo realmente ruim.

Ela abriu a boca para dizer isso, mas o pai já havia cruzado o escritório e parou em frente às grandes portas de madeira que davam para a varanda e as abriu, indicando que ela passasse à sua frente. Puxando seus cabelos longos em uma rabo de cavalo improvisado, Nyx deu um passo à frente, encostando-se ao parapeito da porta, sentindo o frio da manhã na pele.

O sol nunca aparecia na Ilha dos Perdidos. Grandes nuvens acinzentadas cobriam todo o espaço aéreo do local e impediam que qualquer raio solar chegassem até os moradores. Devido a isso, cultivar qualquer alimento era praticamente impossível, e os moradores da ilha dependiam quase que exclusivamente da bondade e compaixão do povo de Auradon. Além disso, as baixas temperaturas e a escuridão quase que completa influenciavam para dar um toque sombrio e ameaçador à Ilha dos Perdidos.

– Você está perdendo a vista – disse o pai, com uma voz baixa e rouca que fez sua cabeça formigar, como o tamborilar da chuva do telhado.

– Eu sei como é a Ilha dos Perdidos – respondeu ela em tom seco, e então cruzou os braços na altura dos seios. Nyx estava certa, não importava onde ela estava, as imagens das ruas lotadas de lixo e vilões sujos eram nítidas em sua mente. Ela havia crescido ali, em meio aos ladrões e bandidos, correndo por todas aquelas ruas imundas e fétidas. Prédios com aparência de abandonados cobriam a área que rodeava a mansão, uma névoa gélida era encontrada espalhando-se pela região.

Ao longe, quase no centro da ilha, era possível ver o castelo horroroso onde a Lagartixa mãe e a Lagartixa filha moravam junto aos seus amiguinhos ridículos. Se olhasse para leste, poderia ver as docas onde o Capitão Gancho, Úrsula e Morgana, sua irmã, dominavam, se apertasse bem os olhos poderia ver até as velas do navio comandado por sua melhor amiga, Uma, a filha da Bruxa do Mar.

– Eu queria te afastar de ouvidos indiscretos. É um assunto muito sério.

Algo na postura dele, com o vento fazendo sua capa preta esvoaçar, fez Nyx ter um forte pressentimento.

– Tá, antes que você venha com todo esse papo de Lorde das Trevas para cima de mim, eu não matei ninguém e eu não explodi nada nas últimas vinte e quatro horas. Estive com Uma, Harry e Gil desde ontem de manhã.

Dava para sentir aquela terrível avalanche de palavras que lhe escapava toda vez que ela estava nervosa ou havia um silêncio indesejável. Normalmente, Nyx conseguia controlar esse impulso após anos de treino, mas seu pai conseguia tirar o pior dela, então ela continuou:

– Talvez eu tenha quebrado alguns ossos de alguns misóginos e abusadores de crianças. Mas eles mereceram – Agora, ela gesticulava descontroladamente, como se estivesse tentando voar.

O que tornou a situação pior foi perceber que seu pai estava se esforçando muito mal, diga-se de passagem, para não ria dela.

Uma pessoa controlada pararia de falar ao ver aquela expressão no rosto do Lobo Mau, mas Nyx não era tão controlada assim. Quer dizer, Nyx era controlada, mas parecia que o cérebro e a boca não estavam conectados. E isso sempre acontecia na presença do pai.

– E talvez, sem o meu envolvimento, é claro, as sobrancelhas da bruxa, verruguenta e obcecada por maçãs, tenham sido queimadas novamente.

Os olhos do pai brilharam e a Nyx viu algo ardendo ali, só por um momento, antes de se fecharem de novo. Ele limpou a garganta e coçou a nunca, parecendo meio irritado meio orgulhoso.

Vê-lo perder qualquer resquício de sua impecável compostura dava a Nyx uma satisfação imensa. Não era sempre que o Grande Lobo Mau saia do seu personagem impecável e superior.

– Não me importo com as suas travessuras junto aos seus amigos piratas, filhote. – O pai revirou os olhos e apoiou as mãos em cada lado dos pilares de pedra. Nyx sabia que daria para ver seus ombros e costas tensos, não fosse pela capa.

A Morada da Lua, como era chamada pelos outros cidadãos da Ilha o lugar onde morava, era uma verdadeira fortaleza. Os homens de seu pai eram vistos circulando pelo perímetro. Todos eram fieis a sua família, de uma forma ou outra.

Seu pai tinha mantido a maioria das alianças de antes do seu confinamento na Ilha. Capitão Gancho, Sr. Smee, Yzma, Hades, Úrsula, Madame Mim, Dr. Facilier. Todos eles eram aliados de seu pai. Alguns mais que outros, é claro. Isso resultou nas amizades mais próximas de Nyx: Uma Hydraviper, Harry Hook, Gil LeGume. Nyx também tinha outros amigos como: Hadie Underworlder, Yzla Cat, Anthony, Dizzy e Annabelle Tremaine.

Quando não estava treinando todos os métodos de matar com seu pai, Nyx sempre poderia ser encontrada com Uma, Harry e Gil, seja ajudando no Ursula's Fish and Chips ou no navio que Uma comanda.

– Filhote?

Ah, ele estava falando, não estava? Nyx estava muito ocupada envolta em seus próprios pensamentos para ouvir ele.

– Ah, sim, eu... concordo. – Nyx balançou cabeça enfaticamente, tentando ao máximo não demostrar que estava prestando atenção.

– É mesmo? – Ele assobiou baixinho e levantou a mão para esfregar a barba por fazer mantida à perfeição. – Pois bem, tendo sua aprovação, irei começar os preparativos para casa você com um dos goblins, para garantir mais acesso às docas onde os produtos e alimentos chegam de Auradon.

– O quê? – Nyx arfou. – Papai, eu... O senhor perdeu completamente a cabeça? Isso não pode ser sério! É loucura!

Sem se dar conta, Nyx se aproximou do pai e agarrou as lapelas de sua capa e começou a balançar o corpo dele, tentando procurar qualquer traço de loucura em seus olhos.

Mas, em vez de humanidade, ela viu os olhos se estreitarem e formarem pequenas rugas nos cantos. Nyx deu um grande passo para trás para observar melhor a expressão do pai. Os lábios estavam curvados para cima e, quando Nyx percebeu, soltou um gritinho.

– ERA UMA PIADA?

O pai abriu o maior sorriso que Nyx tinha visto nele desde seu último aniversário.

– PAI!

Ele revirou os olhos e balançou a cabeça, como se não conseguisse acreditar na conversa que estava tendo.

– Agora que tenho toda a sua atenção...

– Foi a sua primeira? – Nyx interrompeu, incapaz de processar tanta informação nova em poucos segundos.

O licano alfa inclinou a cabeça para trás, surpreso, enquanto soltava as mãos de Nyx de sua capa.

– Minha primeira o quê, filhote?

– Sua primeira piada desse mês.

Ele grunhiu e abriu a bocas para falar, parecendo bem indignado, na opinião de Nyx.

– Mas não é poss... – Ele se interrompeu para beliscar a ponta do nariz. – Nyaxia, você realmente acha que sou incapaz de ter senso de humor?

– Claro que não – disse ela seriamente – Você me teve.

O pai soltou um suspiro resignado e ajeitou meticulosamente a capa escura.

– Falo com você por menos de três minutos e já fico mais confuso do que os estagiários durante meu dia favorito da semana.

– Metaforicamente falando, claro, já que não estou atirando flechas em você. – Nyx lançou-lhe um olhar penetrante para reiterar o quanto “reprovava” o treinamento de autodefesa do pai com as pobres almas que vinham para “estágios”. Filhos de vilões menores e pouco relevantes, pessoas com dívidas de jogo e outros malfeitores se candidatavam ao cargo o tempo todo.

O Dia da Caça é o melhor espetáculo que ocorre na Ilha dos Perdidos. O evento acontece no final de cada semana de trabalho dos estagiários do Grande Lobo Mau, a menos, é claro, que o pai estivesse tendo um dia ruim. Aí, poderia ser no início da semana, no meio da semana, de manhã, durante o almoço, ou... Bom, a lista continua. Pelo menos era consistente, já que todo Dia da Caça consistia no pai mandando os estagiários para fora para que fugissem de algo.

Desde que nascerá, ela os vira tentar escapar de uma besta, de um arco com flechas em chamas e de inúmera criaturas mágicas e não mágicas, até dela mesma quando o pai achou que Nyx já tinha idade o suficiente... Detalhe: Nyx tinha apenas 11 anos quando começou a participar ativamente do Dia da Caça. Mas, sem dúvidas, os dias preferidos de Nyx são aqueles em que o pai estava tão farto das palhaçadas de seus funcionários que começa a perseguir pessoalmente eles pelo pátio dos fundos... às vezes, se ela tivesse sorte, alguns dos funcionários de seu pai conseguiam fugir, e ela e os amigos continuavam a caçar eles por toda a ilha.

Foi o mais rápido que ela já viu os estagiários correrem. Nyx sempre morri de rir nesses dias.

E daí que eu me divirto com o desesperos deles? Quem não se divertiria com um bando de machos, correndo e gritando por suas mamães, mais perdidos do que cego em tiroteio?

– Vale lembrar que não mato um estagiário há muitos meses.

Nyx revirou os olhos tão forte que quase conseguiu ver o seu crânio por dentro.

– Papai lindo do meu coração, odeio diminuir seus sucessos, mas existem pessoas que passam a vida inteira sem matar ninguém.

Ele permaneceu sério.

– Que chato.

– Me poupe, né? Não foram “meses”. Você arrancou a cabeça de um dos trolls da Lagartixa Sênior semana passada.

– Bom, ele mereceu.

Nyx deu de ombros, concordando.

Todos sabiam que aliados da Fada das Trevas não eram bem-vindos daquele lado da ilha. E aqueles que tentavam... bem, eles rapidamente sumiam e nunca mais eram vistos novamente.

– Se eu tivesse esse privilégio, a Mal já teria ido parar em uma cova rasa há muitos meses. – Nyx fez uma pausa contemplativa. – Na verdade, pai...

– Não.

– Mas e se eu fizer uma lista oficial e bem-organizada de prós e contras? – suplicou.

De repente, o pai fechou a cara, tão do nada que Nyx ouviu a própria respiração acelerar.

– Sempre mantenha os inimigos por perto, filhote. A vida é mais interessante assim.

O sorriso que ele lhe deva naquele momento não tinha alegria, apenas promessas cruéis.

Nyx suspirou, cansada. Seu pai nunca lhe explicara o motivo de não acabar logo com essa guerra fria entre ele e Malévola. Até onde ela sabia, esse conflito já durava quase um século. E mesmo tendo todas as oportunidades agora, o alfa do clã Badwolf ainda não tinha decepado a cabeça da fada lagartixa ou arrancado seu coração.

– Falando em inimigos... Podemos discutir o assunto que me fez trazer você aqui para conversar antes que os outros comecem a acreditar que vou jogar você por cima do parapeito? – perguntou ele.

Nyx revirou os olhos e gesticulou para que ele continuasse.

– Pode falar.

O lupino fez cara feia e virou de costas para ela, voltando o olhar para a vista da Ilha.

– Uma carta chegou hoje para você.

Nyx tentou não demonstrar, mas a alegria era palpável. Fazia meses desde que a última carta da sua mãe tinha chegado, quase um ano. Essas cartas vinham de tempos em tempos, nunca de forma constante ou rotineira. Seus pais eram muito cuidadosos quanto a correspondência... todo cuidado era pouco, nunca se sabe quando uma de suas cartas poderia ser interceptada.

– Mamãe está bem? Cadê a carta? Ela mandou mais alguma coisa...

– É do palácio de Auradon. De Vossa Alteza Real, Príncipe Benjamin, para ser especifico.

��🐺⚔️❄️🖤

Palácio Real de Auradon

À Ilustre Senhorita Nyaxia Badwolf,

É com grande distinção que, nesta primeira proclamação como Rei dos Estados Unidos de Auradon, tenho a honra de dirigir-me a vossa pessoa.

Como parte de meus votos solenes de estabelecer um reino de inclusão e progresso, venho por meio desta carta oferecer-lhe uma oportunidade singular: juntar-se ao corpo docente da Escola Preparatória de Auradon.

Esta proposta não apenas reflete os valores fundamentais de minha monarquia, mas também inaugura um novo capítulo de promessas e esperanças em Auradon. Sua presença na Escola de Auradon será de inestimável valor, contribuindo para a construção de um futuro mais brilhante para nosso reino.

Em reconhecimento à sua grande e histórica família, é com grande esperança e antecipação que aguardamos sua resposta afirmativa.

Os meus guardas estarão lhe aguardando amanhã pela manhã nos portões da Morada da Lua caso aceite a minha proposta.

Com distinta estima,

Príncipe Benjamin

Em nome da Família Real de Auradon

– Você só pode estar brincando com a minha cara. Por que, em nome de Ártemis, eu iria querer fazer isso? – Nyx zombou secamente, erguendo uma sobrancelha para o pai.

– Isso não é uma brincadeira, Nyaxia. Mas sim uma oportunidade. Você ira para Auradon, filhote. – De repente, a voz dele ficou mais baixa. Um tom letal que ela já tinha visto fazer os homens mais corajosos se tremerem de medo. Por algum motivo, Nyx achava reconfortante... talvez seja porque ele era o seu pai. – E isso não está em discursão.

– Oi? O senhor está ficando louco? Você sempre disse que Auradon é horrível e uma perda de tempo terrível.

– Mas com a minha filha lá, pode deixar de ser.

– Pai! Auradon não dá a mínima para nós há duas décadas! – rosnou Nyx enquanto se aproximava de seu pai, com as presas afiadas a mostra. – Eles jogaram você e todos os outros vilões em uma pilha de lixo flutuante sem dar a ninguém uma chance de redenção. Claro que a maioria não teria se redimido de qualquer maneira... mas mesmo assim, eles não se importaram com ninguém.

O pai olhou para ela com uma emoção indecifrável.

– E então, quando nascemos, eles decidiram que seríamos tão ruins quanto nossos pais. E nunca, nunca, pensaram em nós novamente. Então me perdoe se estou tendo dificuldades de em acreditar que, depois de vinte anos, a família real decidiu milagrosamente que talvez vale a pena pensar em nós.

Elijah Badwolf a fitou por longos minutos em completo silêncio, sem nunca desviar o olhar. Seus olhos lentamente começaram a se tornar de uma cor dourada, quase tão reluzente quanto ouro derretido.

– Nyaxia, você irá para Auradon. Não existe outra opção para você. Eu e sua mãe já decidimos, você irá para Auradon – disse o Lobo Mau em voz baixa.

Nyx respirou fundo, porque ele se erguia imponente e sombrio, prometendo destruição. Ela sabia que nunca teve chance contra seu pai, mas saber que sua mãe também o apoiava... bem, isso mudava as coisas, e ela só conseguia pensar...

– Quem mais vai para Auradon?

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meteor752 · 4 months ago

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What are your favorite Descendants ships then?

Loving all of this activity in my inbox, okay

Descendants truly brings out the multishipper within me, because I’m on for basically anything here

So this will be a long list

Harry X Ben

Harry X Jay

Harry X Carlos

Harry X Uma X Gil

Harry is my favorite

Ben X Carlos

Ben X Gil

Ben X Evie

Evie X Mal

Evie X Uma

Mal X Uma

Evie X Mal X Uma

Uma X Harriet

Mal X Jane

Jane X Freddie

Lonnie X Jane

Jay X Lonnie

Lonnie X Gil

Dizzy X Celia

Doug X Chad (Ish)

Audrey X The full extent of the law put that girl in jail please

And as for the new movie

Morgie X James

And that’s it

Queen of Hearts and Cinderella def did have like, exes vibe, but as teens they were just kinda boring

And I know we all ship Red and Blue and like yeah I see it, but Blue honestly deserves better okay Red was so fucking mean to her my god

Also I know Blue isn’t her name but I genuinely don’t remember what it was and I don’t care enough to look it up. I think it was like Cleo or smt

Also I don’t hate Mal X Ben or Carlos X Jane, I just think the first one got kinda boring after the first movie, and the latter just never had any real time to fully develop. The same can not be said about Evie X Doug, as a genuinely don’t like that ship, mainly because Doug is the worst character in Descendants

Also, since I have you all here, I will use this opportunity to preach about Ben X Gil, because they have like less than 30 fics on ao3 and most of them are like one shot things or background stuff

Guys Ben X Gil is so funny, holy shit. Like they would work together as a couple, “What’s better than one sweet boy, two sweet boy” ass ship dynamic, but also like imagine meeting the parents. Imagine thanksgiving dinners. My god guys the potential for comedy here

Also Gil deserves more love just in general

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herstoryheaven · 3 months ago

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Descendants Requests Open

Dear readers,

I'm thrilled by all the Harry Hook x Reader requests! It's fantastic to see that there is still such enthusiasm for him. However, I'm also excited to explore other characters from the Descendants franchise. If you want content about Ben, Carlos, Jay, Chad, Hades, Mal, Evie, Audrey, Jane, or even characters from Descendants: The Rise of Red, just let me know!

I only write character x reader, not character x character, and I currently write for gender-neutral or female readers only. I also don't write smut or any graphic violence. Requests may take some time to process depending on how many I receive at once.

I'm excited to dive into these amazing characters. Drop your requests, and I'll do my best to bring them to life. Thanks for your support, and keep those requests coming!

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dizzydizney · 2 years ago

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Chad: I don't care if Ben is your boyfriend -

Audrey: He's not

Audrey: In fact he's a little dead to me right now

#descendants #disney descendants #incorrect descendants quotes #incorrect quotes #chad charming #audrey rose #audrey #audrey x chad #my stuff #my incorrect quotes

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ronance4everbrainrot · 3 months ago

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Some moooore little incorrect quotes from Descendants! This is gonna be a long one, sorry not sorry.

(with ships)

Audrey: *kisses Uma*

Uma: !

Audrey: ...Did you steal my chapstick?

Uma: Did- did I what?

Audrey: My chapstick, Uma. Did you steal it?

Ben: Audrey, for the love of God, not this again.

Uma: I- No, I didn't steal your chapstick. We use the same chapstick.

Audrey: No, there is absolutely no way we use the same chapstick, because it was only sold on one Etsy shop two years ago and they discontinued it, and I loved it so much that I bought the last of their stock, and I keep it in my freezer so it doesn't go bad. It's been discontinued for three years. No one uses the same chapstick for three years. So unless you've been eating a whole fuck ton of something that's flavored like chocolate and popcorn, you absolutely stole my fucking chapstick.

Uma: Chocolate and popcorn?

Ben: Why do you think it got discontinued?

(WHY IS THERE NO YELLOW! I DON'T WANT TO MAKE BEN BLUE! I ALREADY HAVE SO MANY BLUE ONES! Also slay and wtf? What a great start)

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Ben: Do you think I'm plastic?

Audrey: No.

Ben: Phew. Oka-

Audrey: Plastic, at least, has some use in life. You're not plastic.

(Damn. What did he do to yo-..oh.. right.. yeah. I've also decided to make him Orange because it's close to yellow)

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Ben: War is heck!

(facts)

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Chad, to Ben: If my dad doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check.

Charming, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

(Absolutely. Canon)

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Audrey: God, if only someone loved me…

Uma: *standing behind them with roses*

Ben: *holding box of chocolates*

Chad: *has balloons and a card*

Mal: *facepalms* This is sad.

(Me: *holding a big Teddy Bear* lol I had a crush on her only in the Third movie. Loved her Queen of Mean Era)

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Chloe: So, what is Red to you?

Maddox: The reason I wake up every morning.

Chloe: ...That’s adorable.

Red earlier that morning, barging into Maddox's room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

(They've got this sibling bond)

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Chloe: Are pigeons drones?

Chad: What? No, I'm trying to sleep.

Chloe: Think about it. How come you've never seen a baby pigeon? And why do you never actually see a pigeon nest? Because they're DRONES!

Chad: *Crying* Please let me sleep...

(Sibling sleepover. Also Chloe, your Mary Anne is showing)

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Red: I intend to stay pissed at you forever.

Red: Even if I seem helpful.

Maddox: Then you're in luck.

Maddox: Because you don't.

(Canon)

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Uma: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person.

Carlos: Actually, Jane is my favourite.

Uma: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

(Yup and I love you. Carlos and Jane✨🫠)

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Evie: I love making parties more interesting by telling strangers “I want you to know that I personally have no problem with you being here.”

(Sweet and dangerous. Perfect.)

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Uma: Evie said its my turn with the brain cell.

Mal: Square up.

(lol. Canon.)

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Uma: What starts with F and ends with Uck?

Chad: No it doesn't.

Jane: Firetruck!

Mal: FUCK!

(Mal speaks my mind. Jane is smart and Chad got the spirit. He's not wrong tho.)

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Jay: Good morning. As you begin your day, remember that violence is always an option and often the answer.

Carlos:

Jay:

Carlos: ...Please, go back to bed.

(Jay loves to annoy everyone. Mostly Mal.)

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Carlos: I can do anything I put my mind to. I once figured out Jane's phone number just by choosing random numbers.

(..why didn't you just ask? But also impressive)

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Chad: What's the scariest horror movie you've ever watched?

Chloe: IT.

Dizzy: Annabelle.

Maddox: Paranormal Activity.

Red: High School Musical. All throughout high school I was scared that everyone was gonna randomly get up and start singing and dancing, and I would be the only one who doesn't know the words.

(Honestly just did this because Kylie was in the HSMTMTS. Honestly. They do that in Auradon too. So watch out)

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Red: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?!

Chloe: ...

Red: Oh, right. The lying.

(Has she ever lied to Chloe? I don't think so. But I find the quote funny)

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Evie: A mouse!

Mal, pulling out a knife: Go back to where you came from or I'll stab you.

Jay, pulling out a frying pan: It'll make a nice meal!

Carlos, giving the mouse cheese: You deserve a treat, little guy.

Gil, gasping: It's Ratatouille!

Harry: His name is Remi, dummy.

Evie: ...I was going to say to just trap it and throw it out the window... what is wrong with you people.

(um.. yeah.. you know what-)

Chloe: A mouse!

Dizzy, pulling out a knife: Go back to where you came from or I'll stab you.

Celia, pulling out a frying pan: It'll make a nice meal!

Maddox, giving the mouse cheese: You deserve a treat, little guy.

Chad, gasping: It's Ratatouille!

Red: His name is Remi, dummy.

Chloe: ...I was going to say to just trap it and throw it out the window... what is wrong with you people.

(just some family time)

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Chad: Sometimes I like to call people by the wrong name to show them I don’t care about them.

Red: That’s brilliant.

Chad: Thank you, Maddox.

(yeah)

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Jay: Everyone has a toxic trait. Except Carlos, they’re perfect.

Carlos: Wrong! My toxic trait is how badly I want to domesticate a raccoon.

(Facts. He is perfect)

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Red: Hold the fuck up.

Chloe: Excuse me?

Red: I said hold the fuck up.

Chloe:

Red: I’m the fuck up, hold me.

(Aww...canon.. I mean she's not a fuck up. Maybe in her mother's eyes. But aww)

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Jay: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face?

Mal: What?

Jay: You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that?

(Because she and Evie finally got together. UwU)

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Evie: How do you tell someone their breath stinks?

Jay: Hey, I'm bored, let's drink mouthwash.

(He definitely did that with his teammates)

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Jay: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Evie: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

(Oof. Do I want to know?)

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(Little surprise from the past)

Charming: Care to give a free sample to a pretty person?

Ella, manning a bake sale and tired of their shit: Sure! You know one?

Charming:

Charming: Care to give a free sample to an ugly person?

(he's trying)

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Brigdet: I have a question.

Ella: Shoot.

Bridget: Is the S or C in scent silent?

Hook: Fuck you, I’m going to be thinking about this all day.

Ella: Okay well, cent is pronounced the same way as scent so I’m gonna say the S is silent.

Bridget: Okay, but sent is also spelled the same way.

Hook: Google says that the C was added in the late seventeenth century, so I guess the S is silent.

Morgie: Plot twist, both the S and the C are silent and the E actually makes the sss sound.

Hook: Morgie is not allowed to talk anymore.

(Just them having a double date)

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Bridget: Made you all playlists!

Bridget: Hades and Maleficent, yours have only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

Bridget: Ella and Uliana, yours have sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression.

Bridget: Charming, Morgie and Hook have the ABBA Gold album.

(she knows them well)

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*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Ella: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Bridget: ...I did. I broke it.

Ella: No. No you didn't. Uliana?

Uliana: Don't look at me. Look at Morgie.

Morgie: What?! I didn't break it.

Uliana: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Morgie: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Uliana: Suspicious.

Morgie: No, it's not!

Hook: If it matters, probably not, but Maleficent was the last one to use it.

Maleficent: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Hook: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Maleficent: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, James!

Bridget: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Ella.

Ella: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Hook: Ella... Hades has been awfully quiet.

Hades: rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Ella, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Ella: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Ella:

Ella: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

(Damn Ella)

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Bridget: It’s just that lollipop sticks last longer than the head, even if they’re less flavorful. I’m thinking of paper sticks, because you can peel off the layers with your teeth or leave it there until they fall off naturally, but plastic sticks can be chewed on too or left sticking out like a cigarette. Paper straws can be eaten layer by layer over time though, so they have the edge.

Morgie, bored: Can’t we just leave while they’re distracted?

Ella, genuinely interested: But what about wooden sticks?

Morgie: I hate you.

(No. It doesn't taste good and it's flaky? I don't like the paper ones. I like the plastic ones. Love to chew on them, tastes neutral ig idk. Wooden sticks tho. Taste great. And you can chew on them. But they break easily and you could get a splinter I think? But still Wooden wins for me. Plastic second and then paper)

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