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daxwritesstories · 8 months ago

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College AU Part 1: High School Never Ends

Scene 1: High School Never Ends

(Scene title by Bowling For Soup)

EXT. Main Entrance - Morning

A limousine pulls up to the curb in front of the main doors. A few students stare at it in awe and surprise. The back door opens and Cyra steps out. She swings a bag over her shoulder and looks around.

CYRA: This place is HUGE!

The back door on the opposite side opens and Halo steps out of the vehicle, followed by Vir. Halo takes a look around the area while Vir pulls out her phone to take a picture of the main building.

HALO: Wow. I wouldn’t have been able to tell by the pictures on the website. Look how tall the main building is.

VIR: I bet I could still climb it.

HALO: No!

Cyra shuts the door behind her and Halo shuts the door on the other side. Cyra turns around to address her friends.

CYRA: Let’s go get our schedules. Oh, and our dorm numbers! I’m dying to know who my roommate is.

HALO: Okay!

VIR: Wait! We need to take a selfie first. This will be a moment to remember.

Halo giggles and Cyra runs around to the other side of the limo. The girls lean back against the car and pose for Vir’s camera. Once the picture is taken, Vir puts her phone away.

VIR: Okay, let’s go.

INT. Main Building Foyer - Morning

Cyra, Halo, and Vir are standing in a long line to get their schedules.

CYRA: You guys requested to be roommates, right?

VIR: Yeah, I hope they actually accepted it.

Halo pulls Vir into a hug.

HALO: Me too. I wanna room together.

VIR: Did you request a roommate, Cyra?

CYRA: Nah. I wanted an opportunity to make a new friend.

HALO: But what if you don’t like them?

Cyra shrugs.

CYRA: I can get along with most people.

VIR: What if they don’t like you?

Vir gives Cyra a playful smile and Cyra smiles right back.

CYRA: I’ll make them like me. I have a lot to offer, you know.

HALO: Oh, we know.

Cyra and Vir both laugh.

RECEPTIONIST: I can help who’s next!

Cyra looks to see which receptionist called and then walks down to their desk.

CYRA: Hello!

RECEPTIONIST: Hi there. First and last name, please.

CYRA: Cyra Drake.

The receptionist widens their eyes when they hear her name.

RECEPTIONIST: Drake, huh?

CYRA: I know what you’re thinking. My dad didn’t pay for me to get into this school. I’m here on pure talent.

RECEPTIONIST: It’s okay, you don’t need to defend yourself. I can see your credentials on my computer. The school is happy to have you.

CYRA: Well, thank you! I’m happy to be here.

The receptionist opens a drawer behind the desk and flips through a few papers. They pull out a small sheet and hand it to Cyra.

RECEPTIONIST: Here’s your class schedule. Just give me a moment to find your dorm number.

CYRA: Thank you.

Cyra takes the schedule and examines it. While she reads it, Drew walks past her and taps her shoulder.

DREW: Hey, Cyra.

Cyra whips her head around and sees Drew walking away from her.

CYRA: Drew!

Drew turns around and walks backwards for a few steps.

DREW: Funny seeing you here.

CYRA: I could say the same to you.

Drew shrugs and turns around again. Cyra calls to him before he’s out of earshot.

CYRA: Text me!

DREW: I will, I will!

Cyra giggles as she watches him walk away.

RECEPTIONIST: Ms. Drake.

Cyra turns to face the desk again.

RECEPTIONIST: Your dorm number is 255 and your roommate’s name is Celia Venus.

Cyra nearly jumps onto the desk in excitement, slamming her hands on the wood.

CYRA: Celia?! No way!

The receptionist seems a bit startled by Cyra’s outburst but they quickly collect themself and hand Cyra her room key.

Halo and Vir approach Cyra as she takes her key.

HALO: There’s no need to yell so much, Cyra.

VIR: Who was that guy you were talking to?

CYRA: Oh, that’s Drew. He was my first ever boyfriend. All the way back in elementary school.

HALO: Aww that’s adorable.

The girls start walking away from the desks.

VIR: Why don’t you invite him to come with us tonight?

CYRA: No, he has to text me first. Besides, we said it was gonna be a girls night. Oh, that reminds me! I’m inviting Sky and Celia too.

VIR: Celia?

CYRA: My roommate. Looks like I lucked out!

HALO: What do you mean?

CYRA: I had a thing with Celia in high school. So many good memories~ I knew she was going to this school but I didn’t think I’d get to be roommates with her.

VIR: Is she pretty?

CYRA: Gorgeous. Probably not your type though.

VIR: Ah, I see.

HALO: Oh, I think I know who you’re talking about.

CYRA: Yeah, you’ve met her before.

HALO: She has, like, bright orange hair, right?

CYRA: Yep!

HALO: Yeah, I remember her.

VIR: How come I never get to meet any of your flings, Cyra?

CYRA: Because you’re always busy.

VIR: So are you.

Halo giggles.

HALO: Now, now. No arguing.

VIR: We’re bickering.

CYRA: Yes. In a loving way.

Halo wraps her arms around both Cyra and Vir.

HALO: Come on, married couple, let’s go.

Cyra and Vir both laugh.

Scene 2: Don't Talk To Strangers

(Scene title by uhhhh Rick Springfield... and no one else...)

EXT. Campus Courtyard - Morning

Ace walks through the courtyard while talking on the phone. Several people stare at him as he walks by but he ignores them.

ACE: Yeah, I have a class in, like, ten minutes.

Ace sighs dramatically.

ACE: I hope it isn’t too boring.

He pauses and listens for a moment before giggling.

ACE: Girl… I’m doing this so we can get filthy rich. It’ll be worth it, trust.

Ace checks his nails as he listens to the other person on the phone.

ACE: Of course I won’t forget you when I’m rich. We’ve been friends for, like, eight years now. I’m not leaving you behind.

He pauses again.

ACE: Mhm, I know, baby.

Ace pauses again and stops walking for a second.

ACE: My roommate?

His eyes dart back and forth as he thinks.

ACE: He wasn’t there when I dropped off my stuff so I haven’t met him yet. Apparently his name is Zayn.

Ace giggles.

ACE: Yeah, he’s probably straight. But that’s never stopped me before…

Ace laughs again.

ACE: Whatever, I can’t think about that right now. I have to go to class. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Bye, bitch.

Ace hangs up the phone just as Jayce walks by him. Not paying attention, Ace walks into him and they both almost fall. Ace quickly regains his footing despite being in stilettos. He glares at Jayce.

JAYCE: Sorry–

ACE: Watch where you’re going, faggot!

Shocked, Jayce shuts his mouth and takes a step back.

After shooting another glare at Jayce, Ace continues walking. Jayce watches him leave before moving again.

Scene 3: Slumber Party

(Scene title by Ashnikko)

INT. Cyra & Celia’s Dorm - Day

Celia is sitting on the floor, in front of a small bookcase by her desk. She has a pile of mangas next to her that she’s sorting into the bookshelf.

The door clicks and unlocks. Celia looks at the door to see who’s coming in.

The door opens and Cyra hops into the room.

CYRA: Hi, bitch!

CELIA: Cyra!

Cyra leaves her suitcase in the doorway and practically leaps onto Celia, almost knocking the younger girl over. Cyra hugs her tightly and peppers her with kisses. Celia closes her eyes and giggles.

Eventually Cyra lets go of Celia. She sits on her knees next to Celia, casually fixing the younger girl’s hair.

CYRA: I missed you.

CELIA: I missed you too.

CYRA: How was your summer?

CELIA: It was good. I mostly just spent time with friends and stayed at home.

CYRA: Sounds relaxing. Sorry we didn’t see each other at all. I was basically traveling for the entire summer.

CELIA: That’s okay. We get to spend all year together now anyway.

CYRA: Yes! I was so excited when I found out we were roommates. I think I scared the receptionist.

Celia laughs.

CELIA: Did you yell?

CYRA: Yes, but it was an accident!

Celia laughs again.

CELIA: I freaked out the receptionist too. She was asking if I was okay because apparently I got all wide-eyed and flustered.

CYRA: Aww!

Cyra hugs Celia again.

CYRA: This year is gonna be so much fun! It’ll be like a sleepover every night.

CELIA: We’re never gonna get any sleep.

CYRA: Sleep is for the weak!

Cyra stands up and pulls her suitcase into the room. She wheels it over to the dresser on her side of the room and sets it down on its side. She continues the conversation as she unzips the suitcase.

CYRA: So… I don’t know what your schedule is like, but I’m going to get dinner with some friends tonight. Do you wanna come with?

CELIA: Sure. Do I know any of these friends?

CYRA: Sky is gonna be there. Halo too. I don’t know if you remember her.

CELIA: I remember Halo.

CYRA: Oh, perfect! Vir’s coming too. I’ve told you about her.

CELIA: You’ve told me lots about her.

Cyra giggles.

CYRA: Holy fuck! I’m so excited for this year.

Celia smiles to herself and goes back to organizing her manga.

Scene 4: You're Gonna Go Far Kid

(Scene title by The Offspring)

INT. Boys Dorm Lobby - Day

Jayce walks up to the lobby elevator and looks down at his room key. He reads the number written on the keychain, 315, and mumbles to himself.

JAYCE: So… floor three? Maybe?

Jayce presses the button on the elevator and waits. The elevator bell soon dings and the doors slide open. Jayce steps into the elevator and presses the 3 button. When he looks up again, he sees Leon rushing towards the elevator. Jayce politely holds the doors open for him.

Leon makes it into the elevator and stands next to Jayce. He checks the buttons but doesn’t press any when he sees that 3 is already lit up.

LEON: Thanks, man.

JAYCE: No problem.

The pair stand silently in the elevator. It’s a bit awkward.

INT. Boys Dorm Hallway - Day

Soon the doors open again and the boys step out into the hallway. They both walk in the same direction but don’t think much of it.

After turning the corner, Jayce sees the door with 315 written on it. He walks up to the door and begins to unlock it. Leon sees this and quickens his pace to catch up with Jayce.

LEON: Hey, you’re in 315 too?

Jayce looks at Leon but doesn’t say anything, confused. Leon takes his room key out of his pocket and shows Jayce the keychain, which also has 315 written on it.

JAYCE: Oh! You’re my roommate.

LEON: Looks like it.

JAYCE: Uh, you’re Leon, right?

LEON: Yep! And you must be Jayce. Pleased to meet ya.

JAYCE: Yeah, you too.

Jayce unlocks the door and the boys go into the room together.

INT. Jayce & Leon’s Dorm - Day

JAYCE: Um… Which side do you want?

LEON: I’ll take the left side.

JAYCE: Deal.

Leon rolls his suitcase over to the bed on the left side of the room. He leaves it there and kicks his shoes off before hopping onto the bed.

Jayce takes his shoes off too and opens his suitcase. He takes a single folder from it and kneels on his bed.

LEON: So, what’s your major?

JAYCE: Visual arts.

Jayce opens the folder and flips through some papers inside it.

LEON: Oh nice. Do you, like, draw or…?

JAYCE: Mhm.

Jayce pulls a drawing out from the folder and shows it to Leon.

JAYCE: See?

LEON: Whoa! That’s cool.

JAYCE: Thanks. Do you mind if I hang some of these up?

LEON: Go ahead.

Jayce smiles and stands up again. He walks over to his desk and looks through the drawers, searching for tape.

JAYCE: What about you? What’s your major?

LEON: Journalism.

JAYCE: Oh. That sounds hard.

LEON: Eh, you just have to keep up with the news.

Jayce finds the tape and climbs back onto his bed with it in hand.

JAYCE: Don’t you have to write too?

LEON: Yeah, but it’s all just facts.

Jayce starts stripping pieces of tape.

JAYCE: Yeah, I guess you’re right.

LEON: So what do you wanna do with a visual arts degree?

JAYCE: Well… I wanna be a comic artist but I’ll probably end up doing something more practical.

LEON: I’m sure you could make it as a comic artist. Your art is really good.

JAYCE: Uh, thanks. I appreciate it.

LEON: No problem, man.

Leon kicks his feet up on the bed, lounging back.

#reposting because I want to upload the scenes in groups instead of separately #cyra’s world #college au #script #screenplay #lgbt #original story #original characters #cyra college au

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descendantofthesparrow · 3 years ago

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Harry Hook x Reader - Haunting frights - Halloween oneshot

“No, not happenin’”

It was Halloween night, and the main sets of vks all stood in the main hall of Bens castle, the younger vks, such as Skipper and Sterling, were already out in the kingdom trick or treating with Harriet and CJ, leaving the rest to mingle at Beast and Belle’s Halloween bash.

And Chad had dared them all to go to the old Gracey mansion that many of the Auradon children went to on all hallows eve night. Hoping to get scared from the supposed haunts that wandered within the decaying walls of the ‘abandoned’ mansion.

And while most of the vks were good with going, there was one particular pirate who did not do ‘scary’ or ‘haunted’ things. And that pirate was Harry Hook, dressed as a cursed (think black pearl) version of himself, his black sclera contact covered eyes glaring at Chad as the prince grinned at him “there is no way im steppin’ foot in tha’ nasty ol’ house, what if it isn’t sound anymore?”

“Harry” Uma interrupted, her tone bored “you actually jumped off a roof yesterday, what’s got you shaken about a house that is a bit creaky”

“Do I have ta’ tell yeh again Uma” Harry whined, bouncing on his heels a bit “controool, I had control over jumping and had safe landing ahead of time. Going inta’ a creepy decayin’ ol’ house has no control whatsoever”

“And here I thought Harry wasn’t scared of nothing” Mal muttered to Ben, who snickered a bit as Harry continued to push against the idea of all of them going to the mansion.

“Are you guys talking about the old Gracey mansion?” Harry felt his body flood with butterflies as your voice suddenly appeared from behind him, he turned and smiled at you, once again admiring your costume (which is whatever yall want it to be).

“uh-“ Harry tried to explain what had been going on the last few moments but Chad interrupted.

“yeah, dared em to go, but Harry’s being a-“ Chad was stopped by Harry’s hand slapping over his mouth and Harry's black eyes glaring down at him, making the prince shiver in his shined boots.

“Oh, I've been wanting to go there forever, never had the chance to” you hummed out, stepping next to harry and smiling at him “can I go with you guys?” Uma snorted to herself; Harry was putty under your hands so she was just waiting for Harry’s strong resolution to break for you.

“uh, sure. Yeh can go with us” Harry said, his voice cracking a bit, yet to realize what he had just agreed to. Uma smiled and rolled her eyes, just like she said, putty in your hands. Chad laughed under Harry’s glove and took out his phone, sending the directions to Jay who was most likely going to drive everyone out.

“have fun you guys, and don’t die of fright!” Chad teased, yelping as Harry and Mal swiped at him. Chad bolted back into the ballroom where the party was still going.

“alright” Jay sighed, pulling out his phone from his skeleton pants “I guess we're going to the Gracey mansion.” The vks (plus Ben and Jane, who were going for their s/o’s) left the castle hall and piled into one big black van, Jay and Carlos in the front while everyone else climbed into the back, you and Harry chilling in the front row with Gil and Ben. (Harry is a long boi, he gets front row privilege)

Harry curled into you as Jay drove the van out of Auradon city and into the more rouge area of the enchanted woods, and while the trees seemed to be taken care of and lush with life, there was an eerie air to the forest surrounding them that sent chills down everyone's spine.

“Okay, this is a bit freakier than I thought it was going to be” Mal muttered, pressing the side of her face to Evie’s shoulder. Dizzy and Evie hummed in agreement, while Celia was sticking her face to the window to watch the creepy trail pass her by. (girl is the daughter of a shadow man, she doesn’t get scared by ‘freaky’ things that much)

Harry grabbed your arm as a fog started to flood the road and surrounding area, Jay quickly switched to the low beams as he slowed down on the dirt road. You absolutely didn’t mind Harry's hand on you, in fact, you moved your arm up and intertwined your fingers as you spotted the large looming shadow of the mansion coming closer through the fog. “wow” you muttered, leaning forward a bit to get a better look “its…not as decayed as I thought it would be?”

And you were right, the outside seemed almost pristine, the paint looked almost new, the gardens perfectly tended to, not a leaf on the path leading up to the main gates. It was as if someone had been taking care of the house the entire time.

Jay slowed to a stop just outside the black metal gates and turned off the car, and everyone started to climb out, Celia and Dizzy being the first to hit the dirt. You stepped next to them, eyes on the house number on the stone pillars that supported the main gates.

“nine-hundred and ninety-nine” you hummed, stepping back close to Harry and the others as you looked around the lot of the mansion “place is kinda nice actually” Celia nodded in agreement but everyone was still heavily creeped out.

“come on” Harry mutated, walking towards the gates and preparing to climb them “let’s get this over with” but before he could grab them, the metal gates slowly swung open, the screech of metal echoing across the courtyard. “okay” Harry shivered, shaking his arms a bit “that was creepy”

For once, everyone was in agreement, Celia and Dizzy clinging to Uma and Evie as the group walked into the courtyard, and your eyes were immediately caught by the large graveyard that nearly surrounded the mansion. “this place is huge” you muttered, stopping as you spotted a faint light moving from one window of the mansion to the next “is that a-?”

All of a sudden Jane screamed, leaping backward towards Carlos and Gil, the two tensing up as a lanky shadow holding a lantern came near the group “who's there, show yerself!” Harry yelled out, hand resting on his sword and hook at the ready.

The shadow came into the moon-light, his gaunt face finally Illuminated “I think I have more right to ask you that boy” the old man croaked out, next to him, his dog wearily looked at the group. “im the groundskeeper, my job to keep the outside lookin’ like this” you glanced at the house, then looked at the windows, spotting a few cobwebs inside.

“who takes care of the inside then?” you asked, gripping onto Harry's hand as he backed away from the groundskeeper.

The old man suddenly looked afraid, glancing at the mansion. He started to shake, his lantern clanking a bit “they do” Ben looked confused at that, stepping forward a bit.

“They who?” Ben asked, jumping a bit as the groundskeeper shook his head.

“They, the ghosts, they command the mansion within its walls” he croaked out, turning to go back into the graveyard, then he stopped “you-you all don’t plan to step inside? Do you?”

“We got dared” Jay supplied, and the groundskeeper shook his head again.

“Be wary, for there have been some who go inside, who never come out, and they join the haunt.” He looked up to the mansion “for your sake, I hope you don’t meet your demise” when Mal was going to ask him what he meant by that he walked away, his lantern disappearing behind the hills of the graveyard

You jumped a bit as you heard the sound of horse hoofs and a moving carriage, and you looked around, continuing to grip onto Harry's arm “yeh hear tha’ too?” Harry whispered, his now contactless free eyes looking around wildly.

“yeah” you muttered, pulling Harry along as Jay started to walk up the path to the mansion. “let's go” Harry nodded, moving his hand up to grab your hand and following after you. He stood on the bottom step with you as Jay went to open the doors, finding them surprisingly unlocked. “ye’d think a place like this would be locked?” Harry said aloud, the group nodded in agreement and walked into the mansion, where you found the inside was much more…. decrepit than the outside.

Cobwebs, dust, spiders, rats, bats, faded wallpaper, ripped furniture, broken mirrors, long melted candles, rumpled carpets, chipped and peeling paint. It was just…haunting.

“I guess we start from here? Try to stay together” Ben announced, taking out a mini flashlight and clicking it on, but he only made it a few feet before it quickly flickered out “uhhhh, that’s not supposed to happen” Ben muttered, using the moonlight streaming through a dusty window to take out the batteries, blow on them, and put them back in. But as he tried to click the flashlight on, nothing happened “these are new batteries! I just bought them yesterday.”

Mal frowned, looking around the main foyer they were in, and grabbed a candelabra. She waved her hand just above the candles, and they ignited with flames. “there” Mal muttered, handing it to Ben “that can’t be drained of power”

Ben smiled in thanks and continued down the main hall, the group entering into a large room with four portraits that decorated the walls surrounding him. Gil let out a small whistle, admiring the gargoyles that were stationed above them. “cool room” he mumbled, stopping as he noticed the door they had entered through had disappeared. “uh guys?”

Uma and Jay turned to look at him “the doors gone” Ben spun around at that, Harry rushing towards where the door had been and slamming against it.

“WHAT THE FUCK” Harry yelled out as Ben looked worriedly around the room, maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea if they were going to get stuck in one room.

Welcome, foolish mortals; to the haunted mansion.

Everyone screamed as a sudden disembodied voice echoed around them, Celia and Dizzy clinging to Uma as you and Harry slammed into each other, wrapping your arms around each other tightly “w-what the fuck!?” Carlos yelled, whipping his head around to possibly find a speaker “okay if this place is actually haunted I’m going to kill Chad!”

I, am your host; your… ghost host

The disembodied voice, the ‘ghost host’, chuckled sinisterly, and the gargoyles candles suddenly flared to life, sending everyone into another screaming fit. Mal’s eyes glowed bright green with panic, and Uma’s shell began to glow as well.

Our tour begins here in this gallery, where you can see paintings of some of our guests, as they appear in their…corruptible, mortal state.

Mal clenched her fist and it ignited with green fire, about to blast her way out of the room when Uma stopped her “girl you’re just gonna burn the whole place down and us with it! We have to think this through” she tossed Mal's hand down as the fae glared at her “we don’t have time for rash decisions if we want to make it out unscathed, so no fires.” Mal just bared her teeth a bit and pouted to Ben, who offered a single sympathetic pat.

Jane screamed a bit as the room suddenly started to stretch, the group staring in horror as the paintings turned from creepily charming, to hauntingly horrific.

Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding. Almost as if you sense a disquieting metamorphosis.

The ‘ghost host’ chuckled again, and the paintings continued to stretch along with the room.

Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination? Hmm? And consider this dismaying observation; this chamber has no windows and no doors.

Which offers you this chilling challenge! To find a way out! Hahahaha~!!

Of course, there's always…my way~

The room went dark and from above a man, no a corpse, was hanging from the rafters which you could see through the broken glass ceiling. Suddenly, the room seemed to drop, the group screaming as a high-pitched scream echoed along with you. The room crashed into the ground and the lights flared back to life, and a secret door on the opposite side of the room creaked open.

Oh~ I didn't mean to frighten you prematurely~

The ‘ghost host’ chuckled again as the group rushed out of the room, desperate to get out of that death trap.

“oh really?” Uma muttered sarcastically, holding Celia and Dizzy’s hands as Gil was busy huddling with Jane and Carlos. “hard to believe.”

The real chills come later. Now, as they say ‘look alive’. And we’ll continue our little tour. And let's all stay together, please.

The group wearily walked down a dark and cold hallway, shadows of dead trees, that were definitely not dead outside, dancing across the walls. You looked up at the portraits decorating the right side of the hall, and you could swear you saw them change into a monstrous version of themselves. You regripped Harry's arm, and continued along with the group, shivers running down your spine as you felt eyes on you.

Harry glanced to the side, glaring at two stone busts that seemed to follow them. But that was impossible…right? He huffed, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back to group that had gone ahead slightly “don’ leave us behind” Harry gruffed out, Gil reaching out and grabbing Harry’s other hand as he caught up with them.

Harry jumped as the ‘ghost host’ began to speak again as they walked into the main stairway, the marble flooring and stairs that were once shiny and new, was cracked with dust and decay.

There are several prominent ghosts who have retired here, from creepy old crypts, all over the world. Actually, we have nine hundred and ninety-nine happy haunts here~ but there's room for one more, any volunteers ~?

Jane shook her head with a prominent ‘nope’ slipping from her lips, Jay slowing down a bit to look at the top of the stairs after a shimmer caught his eye, he tilted his head, trying to figure out if he had imagined it or not.

If you insist on lagging behind, you may not deed to volunteer.

Jay squeaked and bolted forward to catch up with his friends, feeling something following close behind, but he dared not look back. He slammed into Mal, who stumbled to catch herself “that’s what you get for falling behind” she wheezed under his weight, Jay shook slightly, looking back down the pitch-black hallway.

“I hate it here” he muttered, climbing off of Mal and hurrying to step beside Ben “let’s get out of here, quickly”

“I think we might have to take the tour first” Ben whispered worriedly, lifting the candelabra higher to get a better look at the new hallway they were entering.

We find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat, every room has wall to wall creeps~ and hot and cold, running chills~

You entered another long hallway, and to your right you saw another hallway, freezing as you noticed the floating candlestick on the other side. “uh, Harry?” you whispered, pressing yourself further into his side “um” he looked to where you were looking and froze as well, wide eyes locked onto the candlestick that was moving around with no human holding it.

“fuck that” he whispered, grabbing your hand and starting to move down the hall away from the floating candlestick but was stopped by the suit of armor suddenly moving and attacking the rest of the group.

Ben and Mal screamed, Ben grabbing Mal's hand and the two bolting off in the direction of the floating candlestick hall. Evie, Uma, Celia, and Dizzy running down the main hallway where you had been heading and disappearing into the darkness. Carlos, Jane, and Gil ran off back towards the main hall, all screaming their heads off.

“fuck fuck fuck” Harry squeezed your hand and ran after Uma and the girls, taking out his lighter and quickly lighting up another candelabra before taking it and running with you again, hand clenched tightly around yours.

You passed by a room with a coffin inside, a corpse inside trying to get out, a hallway full of doors with haunts and monsters behind them trying to break through, a clock that spun constantly, and haunting mini portraits.

Finally, you burst into a large room, with a floating crystal ball in the middle, a woman's head inside as she seemed to be summoning spirits from within the house.

‘Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat; call in the spirits, wherever they're at. Rap on a table; it's time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond. Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween: awaken the spirits with your tambourine. Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond; let there be music, from regions beyond! Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!”

As the woman spoke, bells, tambourines, knocks, and music started to play from the blackness surrounding the room “is it just me or does she sound like Mal’s mom?” you whispered, not wanting to disturb the woman’s séance. Harry nodded in agreement, if anything, she also sounded like Dizzy’s grandma. (lil fact; Madame Leota is voiced by Eleanor Audley, who also voiced Maleficent, and Lady Tremaine)

You continued out of the room, jumping as the ‘ghost host’ began to speak again after almost half an hour.

The happy haunts have received your sympathetic vibrations, and are beginning to materialize

“Beginning?” Harry muttered, glancing back at the pitch-black room you had both just excited and walking onto a large balcony hallway that hangover what looked like a mid-sized ballroom.

They’re assembling for a swinging wake, and they’ll be expecting me. I'll see you two, a little later.

As you looked over the rails, you spotted maybe more than 25 haunts partying down below, along with them seemingly celebrating a birthday party, if the old woman ghost blowing out candles was to be of any hint. your attention was directed to a group of dancers and a man playing a large organ, skulls flying out the top where the notes echoed from.

“looks like they’re having fun” you muttered, taking Harry's hand again as he started to walk down the balcony hall “where do you think Uma and the girls went?”

“I have no clue, lets jus’ find a way out” he muttered, lifting the candelabra towards a flight of stairs that seemed to lead to a large cold room illuminated in a soft blue glow. He turned to the left, where the hallway continued in pitch-black darkness. He sighed, grabbing your hand again and creeping up the stairs, ready to grab his hook and sword if need be.

You slowed down as a heartbeat started to echo from the back of the attic you were entering, the cold wind from a broken widow sending chills down your spine as you looked around the room. it was littered with decaying wedding gifts and wedding portraits, the husbands changing to have their heads gone then reappear every few seconds. “creepy” you muttered, freezing in place as a woman's raspy voice started to echo from where the heart was beating.

‘Here comes the bride... For better or for... worse,’ the woman laughed, a cruel, sinister one that left you with a pit in your stomach ‘We'll live happily ever... after, Till death... do us part...’ as you rounded the corner, you both froze in fear as you spotted the ghostly form of a bride, staring the two of you down with a sinister smile on her face, her eyes black with a horrific past. ‘oh, a new husband’ she purred, floating towards you and Harry as you started to quickly step back to avoid her ‘don’t worry, I’ll take good….care….of him’ she laughed again, that cruel laugh that had ominous intentions behind it.

“over my dead body,” you muttered, grabbing Harry’s hand and running out of the attic, the bride picking up something metal and chasing after you and Harry. Harry dropped the candelabra, the lit candles thankfully extinguishing as they hit the floor. You raced down the attic steps and took a hard right, away from the haunting party and into the dark hall, the bride still hunting you down.

You looked behind you and screamed, her black eyes glowing yellow as she held a sharp hatchet. “run, RUN” you yelled out, Harry gripping your hand tightly as you rushed down a set of stairs that left into the hallway of doors, the ghouls behind it even louder and rougher this time as they continued to try to escape.

‘Here comes the bride~’ the bride taunted as you ran into the main stairway area from earlier and ran forward into the hallway on the other side. Harry panted as he skidded to a stop and pulled you through an open door, going down the steep steps with swift footsteps and keeping you close.

You shivered as you ran into a wall of cold, looking around the darkness you realized you were in the crypt. ‘there you are’ The bride appeared behind you and you and Harry screamed in fear, collapsing to the floor, Harry protecting you in his arms as the bride raised her hatchet to the sky. ‘till death, do us part!’

“Harry I just want you to know I have the biggest crush on you!” you yelled quickly, tears pricking at your eyes as Harry held you close.

“same here!” Harry yelled back, closing his eyes in preparation for feeling metal about to be embedded in his head.

Behind you, through the exit of the crypt that lead to the above-ground gave yard, the sun began to rise, beams of light shining through the hall. The bride, just as she was about to swing down on Harry’s head, disappeared as soon as the first beam hit her. She screamed in frustration, having been banished back to the attic until the next nightfall.

A cold blast of wind blew across your bodies, and you opened your eyes to see the bride gone “Harry” you patted his chest quickly, sitting up with his arms still around you “she's gone” you turned, smiling as you spotted the beams of light “its day!”

Harry snapped open his eyes and sat up, smiling and laughing as he turned to see the sunlight “we made it!” Harry cheered, you both hugged so tightly, Harry falling on his back as you both laughed.

“We didn’t die~!!” you cheered, sitting back up and cupping his cheeks “I’m going to kiss you, okay?”

He didn’t answer, just grabbing your face and pressing a hard passionate kiss to your lips. You tossed your arms around his neck and held him tight, tilting your head and deepening the kiss as best as you could.

You split after a few moments, you pecked his lips one last time and stood, holding your hand out to him “let's get outta here” you smiled, Harry grinned back and grabbed your hand, the two of you bolting out of the crypt, with a tiny little ghoul waving you goodbye from down below in the crypt. Along with the ‘ghost host’ calling goodbye.

You rushed out into the sunlight, gasping in relief as you saw the rest of your friends standing in the courtyard arguing over something. As you got closer you heard Uma talking over the rest of them “(y/n) and Harry is still in there! We need to go find them!”

“that place is a maze!” Mal countered, crossing her arms “I say we stay out here until they-hey there they are!” Mal pointed behind Uma to you and Harry, who were running up to the group.

“HOLY SHIT YOU TWO” Uma screamed, bolting over to you and hugging you and Harry tightly “we lost you so early into the night! I thought you were gonna be in there forever!”

“so did we” you chuckled weakly, sharing a smile with Harry. That bride…if it had been a moment longer to sunrise, you’d probably be without a Harry. Gil joined the hug a moment later, rubbing the back of Harry's head.

“dude” he pulled away, grabbing Harry's shoulders “there was this ghost, and its head disappeared into its box”

“We saw a woman’s head inside a floating crystal ball, and a crazy bride with a hatchet.” Harry said back, Gil laughed and hugged Harry again as Uma clung to you.

“How bout we all get out of here, never come back, and get some sleep …and food” Ben offered, the group immediately agreed and started to walk out of the courtyard, Ben offering a courteous wave to the groundskeeper who looked surprised to see you all alive.

He waved goodbye and watched the van drive off, you and Harry cuddled in the front, holding hands as the mansion disappeared from view.

-end-

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#disney descendants #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook #haunted mansion fic #halloween fic #harry hook imagine

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moonvyx · 3 years ago

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Special One Out - Peter Parker (Any)

(Idea from YT and a fanfic)

Warnings: Angst, death and unfair parents .

Y/N's parent's never liked her, there were so many unnecessary reasons why they disliked her. One of the reasons were that she had beautiful h/c hair, while they were brunettes. (If you're a brunette, you can pick a diff hair colour.)

At a very young age of 5, her little sister, Celia was born. (You can use your second name or another name if your name is Celia.)

Y/N craved the attention her parents gave Celia.

She tried to impress them with her daily drawings from school, she tried to impress them by knowing how to spell Czechoslovakia, (I had a hard time spelling this!) but they were unimpressed with everything she did, instead they were impressed with the blabs and whines of Celia.

When Y/N was in her first day of grade 1, her parents didn't say goodbye, not even a good luck kiss on the check.

She felt nervous, no one was there to assure her that it was all gonna be okay.

No one but Peter Parker.

The two met on the playground during lunchtime.

Y/N was sitting on one of the swings, watching all the kids eat and laugh together.

"Hello." A friendly voice greeted, Y/N turned her head to the person who owned the voice.

"Hi," She replied with a smile. "I'm Peter, Peter Parker." The sandy haired boy introduced. "Y/N L/N." The h/c girl replied back.

"May I sit here?" Peter asked, she nodded. "So how's your first day?" He questioned her again.

"Uneventful. Mom and dad didn't even tell me to have a great day." Y/N said sadly. Peter's brows furrowed and his lips turned into a forwn.

"Why?" He asked, "Well they dislike me, for some reason. I never knew why. I didn't ask, I didn't want to be even more disliked." She replied with a frown on her face.

"Oh..Well, that's terrible." Peter stated, looking at the girl. "Yeah, but it's fine. Happens all the time." She said.

"No, you deserve better." Peter said and hugged the girl. "A hug to brighten your day." He breathed. Y/N smiled and laughed, and hugged Peter back.

"I can tell this is a start of a beautiful friendship, Y/N." Peter smiled. "I'm sure it is." She replied with a smile.

Years passed, everything stayed the same.

Y/N's parents still adored Celia, she and Peter still stuck together and formed a beautiful friendship.

But things began to down downhill when a specific blonde began dating Peter.

Gwen Stacy.

Who wouldn't like her? She's pretty, smart, kind, thoughtful, she could he every man's dream girl.

Even Peter's.

And here you are, holding the rails of your balcony as your tears tell down like the Niagara falls.

All because he ditched you just to hang out with Gwen.

"I'm supposed to he used to this, he always ditches me for Gwen." You said, wiping the tears before going back inside your so called home.

"Y/N, I want you to go to the store and get Celia some ice cream, Cookies and Cream. Don't mess it up." Your father commanded strictly. You nodded softly before heading out.

The night was cold, very cold. You mentally thanked yourself for always wearing a hoodie.

As soon as you arrived at the store, you couldn't help but feel like someone has been following you. You just hoped it was some guy who was also going to the store.

But oh how wrong you were.

"That'll be $5," the old lady said. You nodded and hamd dnher your $5 before leaving the store with the plastic bag full of ice cream.

"Thanks miss, have a lovely night." You smiled at her as she also smiled back before leaving.

During your journey on your way home, the same feeling that someone was following you came back.

Scared, you started to walk faster and began to walk in streets where there were a lot of people to scare the man away, if possible.

But sadly the random street walking ended up at an alley with a dead end. You stopped right in your tracks as the man stood behind you, you could feel that he was smirking in success.

"What do you want from me? Leave me alone." You told the creepy man, but all he did was stand there with a creepy look on his face.

He continued to not say anything, but when the one and only Spiderman jumped down from a building, the creepy man immediately grabbed your arm and ran away with you.

Oh but he wasn't alone, 2 other creepy men came out of nowhere and distracted Spiderman as the man who held you run away.

"Get off me!"You yelled at the man. "Let go off me!" He groaned and took out a handkerchief and sprayed it with some weird cologne and covered you mouth and nose with it, making you unconscious.

Before you could fully black-out, the man said "Now you'll shut up."

Y/N woke up with a banging headache. Groaning, she tried to move her arms but realised they were tied to a pole.

"Ah, I see that you're awake. Great timing, your spider boy is here." The same man who covered her mouth earlier said.

"What does this have to do with me?" She asked, attempting to untie the ropes. The man laughed darkly. "Oh you'll see. Just wait." He said before walking away.

A few minutes have passed, it honestly felt like hours for Y/N. She sighed before looking around.

At the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar Blue and Red Spandex walking around the building.

Relieved, she signaled the hero to come towards her direction. "Psst, Spider-Man!" She exclaimed, but only enough for him to hear.

It seems like his Spider senses heard her voice and alerted him. "Y/N," He said happily and walked to her. "I'm glad you're alright."

She recognised that voice, she paused for a moment before her eyes widened. "Peter?"

Peter's eyes widened, "I-I'm not Peter. Who's Peter?" Y/N laughed, "I know that voice anywhere, Parker. I thought you were a genius." She smiled as he did the same.

"Anyways, let's get you out of here." He said before untying the ropes.

"Not so fast, spider boy." A voice said, the hero turned around in frustration. "Look man, you have no reason to get this innocent fine young lady in trouble." He said.

Spiderman then shot a web towards the criminal, only to be dodged. Laughing, the man called in the rest of his gang and started to attack the hero.

Everyone was so focused on their own thing that they didn't know that one of the gang members placed a bomb.

The other men had already left after leaving Spider-Man tired on the floor, they knew exactly what was gonna happen, and so did Peter.

So with all his strength, he got up and ran to Y/N, who was trying to free herself all this time.

"Peter..Help." She begged, her eyes full of worry. "Shh, it's alright. I'll get you out of here." He said and untied her.

With Y/N free, the two ran for their lives but it was too late, the bomb exploded as soon as they reached the exit.

The blast was strong, it made the two fly away from each other, one of them still near the exit and the other near the edge of the building.

Peter got up and looked around for Y/N, only to see her on the floor, full of bruises.

The ground below her was about to break. Worried, Peter ran as fast as he could to save her.

But it already broke.

She felll.

He didn't hesitate to jump down after her, not forgetting to shoot a web to catch her.

Luckily, his web was able to wrap itself around Y/N's waist, Y/N looked up and saw Peter and gave him a big smile. She mouthed a "thank you" to him as he smiled back.

But the happy moment was ruined when the web snapped, making Y/N fall and scream.

Peter shot another web, hoping that it'd grip on her tighter this time. But it didn't.

He kept trying and trying until one of them didn't fail him.

He smiled again and made sure she was safe as he went next to her.

"Hey," Peter greeted with a dorky smile.

"Hey." Y/N said.

"I'm so glad you're okay." He said, caressing her cheek. "And I to you." The two stared at each other romantically.

The two got down safely, earning many claps from the crowd.

The two never broke their loving stare, that was until Y/N spotted one of the men pointing a gun towards Peter's back.

With no hesitation, she changed their positions and heard a gun shot after. Gasps and screams echoed through the area.

"Y-Y/N?" Peter asked, he looked at her back and saw there was blood leaking from a hole.

"No." He said in realization, he made her face him and begged with tears forming, "Stay with me, Y/N. Please. Stay with me."

But her eyes were already closed.

#avengers x reader #avengers #peter parker #andrew garfield imagine #andrew garfield x reader #Spiderman #tom holland #tom holland x y/n #tobey maguire #avengers angst #peter parker x reader angst

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mamasanctuary · 2 years ago

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Future Futbol Player...

Yadier finally moved on from forcing Thalia to practice soccer with him. For over a year, he tried to “train her” to play in hopes to enroll her in a mini league this fall. She refused and we’ll be enrolling her in a gymnastic program. But Zoe, Zoe looooves soccer. I got these snippets of them practicing yesterday morning. He goes on to say she has excellent balance and can actually kick the ball pretty far. I’m like hombre, she’s just getting started relax. I always dreamed my little girls would do ballet. It’s what I most wanted to do as a kid but my parents couldn’t afford to(or so they said). They don’t even show an interest in dancing, except when Celia comes on, so I guess that’s a distant dream. But I love that they’re not afraid to do what they truly love. I’m looking forward to having a hoarse voice after their games/competitions. Should be fun 😉

This Week’s Highs:

- Set goals for the rest of 2022 - Helped my sister with wedding plan - Hearing Solomon string along 3-4 word sentences Click to read more about my triggers this week

It’s been a minute since I’ve written a full blog post, so bare with me. I’ve been helping my sister wedding plan and it’s brought up a bunch of hurtful, painful memories for me. Not sure how I’ll deal with them but for the moment, I’m just pushing through.

Here’s the thing, my abuser was heavily involved in my wedding. And I mean, heavily. She was able to dictate who sat near who and what others were allowed to wear. All the tasks I handed to my mom to make her feel involved in my wedding. But because my mom has always let abuser dictate things, she was happy to let abuser do it.

I hated my wedding. Almost nothing I wanted or paid for, was there and the only good thing was that I actually married Yadier. At the time, I was so used to never getting my way I didn’t bother protesting. It’s just how things were. The “real” adults made the decisions and us “children” listened. Not to mention none of these real adults helped pay for anything. We were 21 and I was assured everyone was just trying to help.

Now that my big sister is getting married, which I’m so happy about, I want to protect her peace on that day. But she’s kind of working against me and inviting people she doesn’t really want. Its purely out of outdated social norms and obligation that she feels she must. I think I’m mainly triggered because she’s thinking of inviting abuser. She doesn’t know that I was also sexually abused by abuser but she saw, and even participated, in some of the mental/physical abuse. I don’t fault her, she was a child and the last time my sister was against me she was around 12, so definitely didn’t know better. But, I can’t help but feel anger towards her even entertaining the thought. Is that wrong of me? Probably. But oh well. It feels mean to have her there knowing that I haven’t spoken to her in over 4 years. Anyway, I spiraled again this week. Coming to the realization that everyone doesn’t remember things the same and I’ll likely have to interact with abuser in four weeks. What would you do?

#simblr #cw: child abuse #simblog #nene

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emeto-secret-agent · 2 years ago

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Sicktember Day 2

Homesick

Fandom: -

Characters: Florian and Celia

Illness: Common cold, Fever

Warning: -

A little bit of context for a better understanding (bc I just jumped straight into action lol): Florian was invited to a neighboring kingdom for diplomatic purposes, and in his escort he brought Celia with himself and now she's providing comfort for him while they're far away from home. The prince and Celia are pretty comfortable with each other at this point but still maintaining their obligatory distance.

’I just… I want to go home. Everyone is so loud and irritating here and there are always so many problems with everything. And my head hasn’t stopped pounding since two days ago.’

Celia quietly sighed as Florian leaned back and rested his head on the top of the armchair. He was exhausted and this whole room was just uncomfortable and hot, he wished to be back in his own chamber and own bed. It was selfish of him, he knew that well and he felt bad about his thoughts but couldn’t help with the helplessness and homesickness that was clinging onto his chest. Celia’s cold hand on his forehead was what brought him back to reality. The maid was looking at him with a pitiful sadness and Florian’s stomach jumped into a knot at the look in her eyes. He never liked it if somebody was looking at him like this, it made him feel weak and useless like he wasn’t good enough for his title. And the emotional state he was in right now, clearly wasn’t helping his clouded mind.

‘You’re burning up.’

‘What?’

‘You’re running a fever, Your Highness. I believe you’re sick.’

‘No, that can’t be.’ Florian quickly shooed away Celia’s hand, but only realized how hot his head actually felt when the maid’s cool fingers weren’t pressing on his skin anymore. Maybe even his head started hurting a bit more. ‘I can’t get sick right now.’

He was trying to convince himself that it wasn’t right, he was just tired and maybe that has messed with his temperature, but the scratching feeling in his lungs that made him want to cough was clearly protesting against his idea.

‘I’m sorry Your Highness, your body must have gotten tired because of the traveling and caught a cold.’

Celia was still looking at him that way. She was pitying him. He didn’t need anyone’s pity, especially not a maid’s!

‘Stop looking at me like that!’

Florian’s voice was harsh and rough and Celia quickly turned her head away. She was familiar with higher ranking people yelling at her, but it was the first time Florian raised his voice at her and it caught her off guard. She let her feelings show too much and she must not let this accident happen again.

‘I’m sorry Your Highness, please forgive me.’

Her voice was weaker than she had intended and Celia was cursing herself for that. She needs to get herself together, this behavior wasn’t suited for the crown prince’s nursing maid.

‘No, no I’m sorry Celia…’ it only took a moment for Florian to realize how he just acted with her, who was only trying to help him, and immediately felt terrible. ‘I didn’t mean to yell at you like that, it was very rude of me, you didn’t do anything. You don’t have to ask for forgiveness. I’m just…so tired, I’m sorry…’

Tears were forming in the prince’s eyes and he quickly pulled a hand in front of his face but Celia gasped when she saw the tears running down Florian’s face.

‘Oh no, it’s alright, I’m not angry or anything! Please don’t cry Your Highness, everything’s fine.’

‘I’m sorry, I don’t know why am I like this… You shouldn’t see me like this…’ the prince’s voice was trembling and Celia not minding the young man’s status, pulled him close. Florian hasn’t protested, just laid into her hug.

‘I’m the very person who should see you like this.’ Celia’s soothing words filled the air with some kind of comfort. ‘And you’re feverish, it’s normal to experience mood swings, I know you haven’t meant it.’

‘I don’t want to get sick…’

‘I know, but I’m here to help and you’ll feel better soon enough.’

‘But what will they say…?’

Those always-watching and unpredictable gazes felt like burning irons on his skin. Normally he’d know how to deal with them, but right now he was so tired and lost and buried under all those problems without a clear solution. He really just wanted to go back home and hide under his blankets where he could comfortably rest for a few days without everyone questioning him. But even if he set off right now, it’d take two weeks to get home and he had to admit, he was in no way in any shape, or form fit for a road so long. The only thing he had closest to home was Celia right now.

‘For the next two days there won’t be any meetings.’ answered Celia after a little thinking, while gently rubbing Florian’s back. The prince wasn’t sure when was it okay to let go, but he sure didn’t want to yet. ‘The noblemen are going for a hunt and you can kindly decline to go with them, saying that you’re honored, but hunting isn’t your favorite way of passing the time and you must manage some matters regarding a few diplomatic decisions that need your attention. And while they are out and you’re seemingly busy with work, we’ll nurse you back to health in no time.’

‘That sounds actually… quite manageable. But I’m sure they will comment on me missing out on the hunt.’

‘We can’t make anyone happy, but I’m sure they’ll understand you have work.’

‘Hm.’

‘So, how about it Your Highness? I can send someone out immediately if you want to.’

Florian was quiet for a little, trying to think through the plan and find some weak points in it, but his mind wasn’t working properly anymore, too fogged to do any of its work.

‘Yes, alright… This one will do it… And nobody will know how I…?’

‘Nobody. I promise.’

‘Thank you, Celia…’

‘Of course.’ Celia smiled at him as she gently pulled away from him and Florian let her go with a shaking breath but found her fingers on his face again before having a chance to step away. She was carefully placing her palm on the prince’s cheeks, tapping the hot skin with her fingertips and discreetly whipping away some of his dried up tears. Florian closed his eyes and haven’t even flinched when Celia’s soft lips made contact with his forehead and rested there for a few seconds to feel his temperature. Even her breath felt nice and cool and for a fragment of a second, Florian was no crown prince, just a sick boy in a loving hold.

‘Please get comfortable and go to bed, Your Highness. I’ll bring some water and tea for you and make someone inform the noblemen. You’ll have to sweat this one out.’

Florian just nodded and threw his clothes on the ground as Celia quickly left and climbed to bed with aching muscles. He wasn’t even sure how he had the energy for this day when the only thing he was able to do now is to hide under the heavy blankets shivering and waiting for his maid to finally return back to him.

#my oc #prince florian #celia #common cold #sickfic #sicktember 2022

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taylorkellyreporting · 2 years ago

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i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: nancy drew 🔎 from 1x11-1x18

if nick and george still aren’t dating in the newer seasons i am making it my personal mission to get them together

oh i don’t like bess’ aunt at all

lmao nancy would interrupt a moment between nick and george

i knew nancy would do the right thing🫂

i love that george isn’t afraid to keep it real with nick and call him out on his shit and i bet in a future episode he’s gonna do the same. they’re def gonna help make each other better people

lisbess are so cute 🥹

nick bought the claw aw

aww i’m so glad bashir can finally have peace

oh shit did celia just put a hit out in carson?!

is there…algae growing in the hospital???

nope, just mold.

nancy unleashed a lot of hell with that séance

bitchsplain is a new one 😭

LMFAOOO not ace being the one to move carson

‘you hacked into the prison database, transferred me to a state prison, impersonated an officer and stole a van-‘ ‘changed lanes without signaling, right now’ ace is so dkdjfhbdhwk

‘this is route 1…please tell me that you’re not just taking me to my house!’ ‘where would you like to pretend i’m taking you?’ 😭😭😭

does ace not think the van will be noticed?

‘he’s my hostage’ pls this is fucking hilarious

‘get that footage, karen!’ he said her name with such disdain i’m crying

WOAH SAL’S A PATIENT

bess looks really good with long, wavy hair

nancy hooking up with the fake version of her ex boyfriend was not on my nancy drew bingo card

nancy’s goodbye to her mom ☹️

george lingering in the background after nick asked nancy if he was in her alternate reality…she has it bad

tiffany hudson?????

damn lucy was haunting her, too

what the fuck

‘i’m not going to the library…i have enemies there’ lmfao??

ohhhh shit so tiffany’s murder was an accident and the real target was ryan????

Jesus, this episode is intense

i’m wondering if ryan didn’t kill lucy, but his mom did

wait wait wait why is she at the garage?

my mind is in overdrive trying to figure out who killed lucy

well shit i think josh is the one who poisoned ryan’s food

that shit was INTENSE

one murder solved, one more to go

aw i like laura! i don’t want her to leave

WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS BODY

wow i NEVER suspected karen

karen really thought ryan killed lucy and still let carson take the fall. that’s fucked.

OH MY GOD OWEN???

nick and george leaving together 🫶🏻

what the shit??????

‘did mom have something to do with lucy’s death?’ no. no way, i don’t believe it.

nancy thinks every other person is the key to solving lucy’s murder and it’s hilarious

okay but there’s two episodes left…what else could there be to find if lucy killed herself?

noooo i don’t want the chief to leave ☹️

FUCKING FINALLY IVE BEEN WAITING FOR NICK AND GEORGE TO KISS ALL SEASON

oh shit how did he get the bone????

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK

nancy’s the daughter of ryan and lucy. what the fuck.

i don’t even know what to say. that’s a damn good plot twist, i wasn’t ever expecting that.

oh shit OH SHIT DOES RYAN KNOW

OH FUCK OWEN’S DEAD

a hall of tragedies? i hate rich people 😭

oh what the hell, someone else killed owen???

‘how desperate do you have to be, to be someone’s mistress?’ and the hits just keep on coming for george 😭

i really, really loved that scene between george and ryan. it was an incredibly important conversation and i’m so glad the writers went there

the substance from the print was from a motorboat…could the killer possibly be josh? dk the motive but i’m sure we’ll know soon

i just realized josh is nancy’s uncle. this is so twisted

ace is totally being lured away

‘i guess i got used to being the girl you keep a secret, not the girl you take to dinner’ ‘well then, i’ll make reservations’

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SLEEP WITH AN ENDING LIKE THAT!!!

okay i am officially hooked on this show. it’s so much better than i thought it would be. this season was insane and i’m still reeling about nancy being ryan and lucy’s daughter. like…wtf. anyway, this is it for s1. i’ll make a new post for s2 soon 🫂

#nancy drew lb #long post #nancy drew #ace nancy drew #george fan #nick nickerson #bess marvin #carson drew #lucy sable #ryan hudson #tiffany hudson #george x nick #nick x george #bess x lisbeth #nancy x owen #cw nancy drew #nancy drew cw

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gayfrenchtoast · 4 years ago

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Okay fine we're doing this. I havent read the books and I'm probably not going to I've only seen the movies so I'm sorry if anything I say is contradictory or has already been stated.

So! Descendants 3 was kinda shit and I dont like it but especially because of the ending because everybody was like "oh yeah island is open and we're all happy with no worries or implications about free villains or people being spiteful about being imprisoned for years!" In fact if anything they joked about those things.

The island is basically its own culture, I can't say how long it's been around, long enough for some almost adult kids to be about and to develop a kind of community.

The Isle is a place of poverty, people are dirty and on the street, eveyone steals from each other and most people don't put much effort into appearance upkeep (personal or of the sourounding area) not because of laziness or being "evil" but because they clearly don't have time or luxury to do such things or possibly even the clean water. Does the Isle have clean water?? How to they get electricity??? Someone tell me!

Another thing that I've noticed is easy to see but is not much explicitly said is the unique style of those on the Isle. As previously stated they don't have much but those who have the most "power" and such on the Isle are the best example of this As they have the most colourful outfits. However these outfits are often made out of patches and ripped things put together, even salvaged things like nets and chains as we can see on thing like Uma and Harry's outfits in D3 they make the best of what they've got and they do fantastic because their outfits are intricate and detailed and just tell you everything you need to know about them. Which is why it's a damn s h a m e when the original VK's ajust their style to be more like Auradon's. That's not an improvement! Be proud of where you came from!! It's like they forgot what it was like being on the Isle in D3!

Moving on, here's something that was touched on in D2 but not enough. Equality. On the Isle there is basically equal opportunity as in saying everything is shit and nome cares what gender and presumably what sexuality you are as long as you can work. Sexism is shown to be almost casual in aurodon from the looks of it, Chad makes sexist comments and litterally none else says anything or seems to see anything wrong with it except Jay who caves to pressure from peers and expectations. He does redeem himself because he's from the isle and he knows you shouldn't give a shit about anyone's gender or anything. If they can do something and ask to be included you give them that opportunity. The sexism is also implied in the way that the rule book has men written specifically in the first place and that it has taken until then for anyone but boys to be allowed on any kind of sports team. We never see it! It seems to be the hetronormative veiw where the boys do sport and girls do cheerleeding and other genders? What other genders? Never heard of that? BAD AURADON!! I bet there's so many trans folk on the island just living their lives, thinking Aurodon is the better place and not knowing that it's a cis het filled nightmare.

Okay no I'm headcannoning now, if their are now a bunch of Isle kids at auradon prep they find it fucking aweful the way all these preppy royals are treating them and make the first LGBT club in Auradon. There is lots of pushback and they get bullied a fuck ton for making themselves the most prominent queer folk in the school until a fight breaks out and the club demand that they should be treated better, taking all the evidence to fairy godmother who is very hesitant because COME ON she's never been that great she is biased to Auradon kids and if putting away those in the Isle is brought up she is all on it, she is jelly spined about doing anything against the royal kids. So the kids are like "Fine, if you won't help us we'll take this to the King himself!" Well mainly the queer mom's of the group (you know the ones I'm talking about) who lead the others and protect the anxious queers as they storm to Ben at his fucking locker and demand an audience because they are being harassed and bullied and none is doing anything. Ben had no idea there was even a LGBT club (too busy ig) and is gassed there is one for a moment before he's like "wait people are harassing you?" So Bisexual King Ben gets his lovely Bi wife and they start coming to club meetings and investing in the pins and stuff the club makes. Most club members are pleased but the queer mom's are apprehensive that this will help until some assholes come to the club to do their usual bullying only to find King and Queen Beast themselves siting there with rainbow bracelets and bi pins and all trying to have a nice old time eating their fucking cupcakes what the fuck are yall doing? The bullying dies down quick once they realise it ain't gonna fly, the other OG VK's that hear about this become members and very protective over their queer children. Did I mention Dizzy and Ceila are a part of the club? They're girlfriend's. Celia is one of the queer moms. Harry becomes one of the biggest protectors over the group as the pan dad. He's been going around snogging everyone and anyone wholl snog him everyone already knew he was queer they just didn't have the balls to try and bully him over it as much as they bullied the lil club members. But now Harry can often be seen in jackets and shit with pan and general queer patches and pins and running around with his gay children yelling "MOVE WE'RE GAY!!" He totally calls them his queer crew. Anyway as a result lots of queer royals start coming out of the woodwork, obvs Lonnie is one of them, and the club eventually serves to bring members of Auradon and the Isle close together.

Where was I? Yada yada auradon expects girls to be pretty princesses and boys to be brave knights or dashing princes. It's shit and should stop being portrayed as good. Moving on!

Food! One of the things we'll established in all movies is that the food of the Isle is shit compared to food of Auradon. The Isle has no fresh fruit which likely means its almost impossible for things to grow there which is fair because again there doesn't seem to be much fresh water and there are always clouds overhead so no sun. Maybe there is some people trying really hard to grow stuff but the general attitude of the Isle seems to be "there is no time for that" and fruits are forgotten so much that the VK's litterally don't knownwhat they are when they come across them. That and anything containing sugar. Actually it's mention by Dizzy and Celia that they enjoy the fact that the cake dosent have dirt or flies so basically food there is terrible. We don't see much food on the Isle but what we do see seems to be beans, eggs, chips and shellfish. Basically protine and carbs that can be easily stored and produced. To be fair beans are kidna good for you but they're likely a sign that if they get any imports from the mainland it is canned stuff. Prison food. There's probably some chef villain that is trying their best to make good food out of the shit but honestly the Isle dwellers should be angry that they've been deprived of good food for so long not happy they're finally been given decency.

Moving on, music! Auradon dosent have nearly as many musical numbers it seems, the Isle songs have a distinct style, to them, the villains that basically "founded" the place were masters of the dramatic songs (with backup or solo) so banging music is basically ingrained in the music's culture, even for battle as we see with the fight between Mal and Uma in D3. Meanwhile Auradon seems to have mainly romance and "I want" songs. Even Audrey's villain song is basically an I want song.

Okay let's talk about the Villains. We've established that the VK's are not inherently bad. However not all of them can be totally good and there are legit OG Villains just kinda chillin on the Isle. They've obviously lost quite a bit of their power, motivation and sanity (isolation will do that to ya as they lost everything and the VKs know no different) but deadass? They were bad guys. You can try to rehabilitate them sure but you've basically just let them free roam, they could make a runner and you wouldn't get the chance. They were also shitty patents which is brushed over/joked about in the interaction between Carlos and...man I feel bad I forgot her name deadass their relationship seemed to come out of nowhere in the second film she didn't seem interested in them at all and friendzoned them multiple times I'm pretty sure Disney did that becaue queer kids were relating to Carlos and headcanoning them as queer (which they deffinatly are) but deadass their mom is an attempted animal murderer and has hurt her child as we can see from how they're afraid of her and her rhetoric and yet it's "haha I'm afraid to meet your ma!" "Me too cus im a dog! Lol!" Fuuuuck offfffff

I think I'm running out of thoughts so here's a last one for now; with the magical barrier down a bunch of magical Villains kids should be coming out for the woodwork. We know Mal has magic basically stored in her so it's is possible, she technically doesn't need the spellbook to do magic it is just inherent to her. So with the diverse range of people from the isle there are deffinatly magic folk in there. Actually if we're following Disney movie law I saw something mentioning Jay being half Genie and yeah! He should be half Genie! Jafar got turned into a Genie he's probably only human because of the barrier! Oh also Ben should be able to go beast on command as long as he had a better beast form than he did in the movies. And give him back the beard and fangs like fuck you he looked so much better

Okay I'm done for now

#decendants #decendants 3 #mal #carlos de vil #jay #harry hook #uma

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onceuponamirror · 4 years ago

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consequences? of her actions? it’s more likely than you think. nace oneshot, post 2x12, speculative fight and feelings. [read on ao3]

She wakes up disoriented. Her brain adjusts to her surroundings—creaky bed, filtered natural light streaming through plastic curtain panes, and faint smells, all mixing awkwardly with the dull neon sign over Gil’s bed.

Gil’s bed. Right. Now she remembers finding herself outside the Bobbseys’ at midnight, unable to stop herself. It feels like Nick all over again, when she buried her feelings in someone else and begged for a distraction from her own brain. But she keeps seeing Ace on that ledge when she closes her eyes, and can’t bring herself to let the thoughts linger.

The bed is empty, cool to the touch where another body should be. He’s been up for a while then, she thinks. Nancy sits up, straining her eyes against the morning light. Gently, an aroma of coffee and eggs wafts into Gil’s room, and she smiles, realizing he must’ve gotten up to make breakfast.

She pulls on her jeans and boots. Gil hadn’t seemed the type to cook a girl breakfast after a booty call, but maybe she’d misjudged him. She drapes her jacket over her arm and follows her nose to the kitchen.

“That smells gr—oh.” Abruptly, Nancy cuts herself off. It’s not Gil by the stove, but Amanda, who also quickly falls silent halfway through a laugh. At the counter, in his lucky pullover and an unbuttoned flamingo shirt, is Ace, who visibly straightens in his seat when he sees her.

“Uh.” Nancy finishes pulling on her jacket, adjusting her hair around the collar. Her neck feels very hot as she puts the pieces of the scenario together. The three of them, all before 8 am, all at the Bobbseys’s. She flashes Amanda an awkward finger gun. “You’re not Gil.”

Amanda smiles back at her sympathetically. “Sorry,” she replies. She glances down at the eggs sizzling quietly in the pan, and then back to Ace. “But I make a much meaner omelet than him anyway. Want one?”

For a long moment, Nancy just stares back at her. Red alarm sirens are ringing in her thoughts, but she’s still settling with the fact that both she and Ace seemingly slept here. “Is…Gil…here?”

“No. He left, about twenty minutes ago,” Ace says, his voice low. Nancy wonders if he always sounds this grumpy in the morning. “Forgot to mention you were here, though.”

Nancy blinks. “He left? Like—left? Is he coming back?”

Amanda turns off the stove and faces her. “He said he got a freelance gig that he couldn’t pass up. Kind of left in a hurry.” With a slight grimace, Amanda sighs. “Nancy, Gil can be…easily distracted. It makes him forgetful, you know? Of his manners, mostly. He doesn’t mean to be.”

Nodding distractedly, Nancy runs her tongue along her teeth. Of course he runs out the day he was supposed to help her out. After a long moment of Amanda and Ace watching her, he clears his throat. “Why? Did you need him or something?”

Ace’s tone is uncharacteristically harsh, and both she and Amanda turn to look at him. After another awkward beat, Nancy says, “Um. Well, he was supposed to help me run a boat over to this beach for the case I’m working on. It’s kind of…a two man job.”

He looks annoyed, but Amanda just smiles at her. “Well, we can help. Right, Ace? It could be fun. I’ve always wanted to go on one of your mystery adventures with you and Nancy,” she adds. Ace glances between the two of them, looking uncomfortable, but finally nods.

“Sure,” he says slowly, rolling his shoulders. “Yeah, we can help.”

“Great,” Amanda says cheerily, and plops the eggs she was cooking onto two plates. “Well, I’m gonna just take a quick shower. You two have these and then we can go!”

She disappears into the back of the trailer, and a few moments later, the sound of running water filters across the room. By the time Nancy glances back at Ace, he’s nearly finished eating the eggs before him, almost as if stuffing his face will keep him from talking to her.

Nancy takes a small bite of the eggs, chewing as painfully slow as she can. “This is good, actually. Maybe Amanda wants Grant’s old job. We still kinda need a line cook.” At the mention of his brother, Ace finally meets her eye. He doesn’t say anything, though—but she notes that he hasn’t left either. Attempting to fill the awkward silence, Nancy pushes on. “You know, I think this is the longest time you’ve been in a room with me since he left.”

“Yeah,” Ace sighs, and averts her look. “I’ve been busy.”

“Really?” She replies, skeptically. “Because it kind of seems like you’ve been avoiding me. Like, I don’t know, you’re mad at me?”

He glances at her again, like he’s considering his words. “Maybe I am.”

Nancy puts down her fork. She’d known this was coming, and hoped it wasn’t. Her hands slide over her face. “I know, I know, this is about the list of names. But…it was an emergency, Ace. I didn’t know what else to do. I couldn’t let you—” She drops her hands from her eyes. “And—and anyway, I fixed it!”

“Yeah, you fixed it with Celia Hudson,” Ace replies curtly, getting to his feet. His voice rises. “You traded the list for letting a murderer get away with killing 12 people on that ship. You didn’t fix anything, Nancy, you just moved it to another place! You made me responsible for you doing—for those 12 lives instead!”

For a moment, chest heaving, she stares at him. “No,” she says finally, finding a level in her tone. “I made me responsible for the Bonny Scot. Not you. And I will find another way to bring Everett to justice, okay? There’s always another wa—”

“What if there isn’t, Nancy?” He shakes his head, pacing towards her. “Not everything is a puzzle you can just solve, okay? What if he gets away with this and hurts someone else? We know he will. And you’ll get pulled in deeper with the Hudsons. And when that happens—that’s—that’s on me.”

“Then it’s my burden, Ace!” They’re practically shouting now. Dimly, she hopes Amanda can’t hear this through the shower. “You’re right, Ace, okay, I did trade your life for the witnesses and then I traded the witnesses for the Bonny Scot.I made a necessary calculation in a crappy situation. But I did it, not you!”

“For me!” He yells back. She’s not sure she’s ever heard his voice this loud; she wasn’t sure his vocal cords could physically reach this decibel. He exhales, deflating and running his hands through his hair. “It was… a total Slytherin move, Nancy. Okay? Just…admit you didn’t think it through.”

She scoffs, throwing her head back. “Well, that’s rich.”

Hands on his hips, he glowers at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“How many federal databases have you hacked into by now, Ace?” She exclaims, throwing her arms out. “I think I stopped counting after you broke my dad out of prison!”

“That was different,” he mumbles. “That was an—”

“Emergency,” she finishes flatly, raising her eyebrows.

Ace purses his lips, and he finally seems somewhat calmed. “Your dad’s life was in imminent danger. I didn’t risk anyone else in the process. But I told you, Nance, at the paper mill. I told you I didn’t want to be responsible for anyone else’s life. ”

“Well, I was responsible for yours,” she replies softly, defeated. He stares at her, chest heaving. “And…I told you, I couldn’t lose you.”

He still doesn’t say anything, but a look passes between them. Her heart flutters so madly against her ribcage she’s afraid he might hear it. She’s reminded of that night after the wraith in the woods, when he’d told her something very similar. He didn’t want to lose her, then. She wonders if he’s thinking the same.

There’s a long moment of silence.

Finally, she nods, and her hand finds itself home on his arm. “I’m sorry I made you feel responsible for the Bonny Scot, Ace, I really am. But…even if you’re right, and I can’t find another solution, then…it’s still my fault. Not yours. It’s my problem, my burden, okay? Please, Ace. I can’t have you mad at me. I can’t…focus when you are. I need you on my team.”

When she meets his eye again, his expression has softened. She can tell the fight has gone out of him. Eyebrows knitted, he says, “No.” Her face falls, but then he continues. “I’m a Hero of Horseshoe Bay too, you know. You shouldn’t have to shoulder it all alone.”

“Yeah, well,” she says, before she can plan otherwise, and steps back from him. She lets out a self-deprecating sound from the back of her throat, thinking of how Gil abandoned her the night after her promised to help. She thinks of Owen Marvin, dead because of her. She thinks of Nick, who was right to have ended things with her. Finally, and bitterly, her thoughts jump to how happy Amanda and Ace had seemed before she walked in. “I’m used to alone.”

His face crumples and he opens his mouth, but whatever Ace is about to say, she’ll never know. Amanda has emerged from the back of the trailer, toweling off her damp hair and already dressed. “Okay, I’m ready,” Amanda says, striding towards them. She pulls to a stop after a moment, having picked up on the strange energy lingering in her kitchen.

Ace is still looking at her with an expression she can’t—won’t—name. If she had to try, it might be pity, or a kinder version of it. She inexplicably feels like crying, but swallows it, unwilling to feel weak in front of Ace’s girlfriend.

“Everything okay?” Amanda asks gently, and Nancy can’t help but think, that’s why Ace likes her. She’s sweet. Her heart squeezes again. Don’t think about it.

Exhaling, Ace nods at Amanda, and then back to Nancy. “Yeah. We’re okay.”

She hopes it’s true.

#nace #nancy x ace #ace cw #nancy drew cw #nancy drew #can someone tell me the proper tags pls #ace comma copyright pending #<- will remain until public domain lmao #nancy drew spoilers #fics #drabbles #god i forgot how much wanting reviews and validation SUCKS #lmao #but #i got a bug

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evelynhug0 · 2 years ago

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my reaction to this TSHOEH fic

here we go

ok i am not ready. definitely not. my heart is beating very fast and i am so nervous.

I FEEL AS IF IT WAS ME WHO IS GONNA HAVE SEX!!!!!!!!!! AND NOT THEM!!!!!!!! gosh why am i so nervous this is not normal

suddenly i feel very sober so i might need more vodka again

HOLY SHIT WHY DO I FEEL LIKE THIS

SO SO SO SO SO NERVOUS

okay here we go, i can do it, i’m a big girl

already the gif with the hands is chef’s kiss and makes my heart beat way too fast dear lord send help

i talk about god and lord too much for someone who never goes to church

not my laptop making noises like a F1 car right now

hello sir this is not the moment

i gotta put on my music to get in the mood

ok music on, ignoring the hellhole laptop

here we go

the anxiety kills me but i can do it

aww celia, i am happy that you are successful aaaah

quiet evelyn makes me wanna hug her

poor baby

Harry!!!! aaaah!!!!

“they could be a celia” dear lord

“there’s no one like celia in this world” DEAR LORD

OH GOD

HOLY SHIT

oh no not me getting wet eyes

“be patient with her if you can” i am gonna throw up i swear

“You and I know what it’s like but it’s all new to her” i am throwing up i swear

my knees are weak

i was not prepared for… THIS!!!!

for this!!! i love this!!! this is so pure and cute and loving and everything aaaaaaaaaaah

i love this so much!!!!

I love Ev and Cel and Harry!!! They’re the best!

I love how they all love and help each other!

i love it when Ev is vulnerable and they take care of her and worry about her and aaaaah

this is the kind of stuff i need

if this happens on the same day they make love, i will cry for sure

“my secret was safe with both of them” oh gosh, i’m so here for this

and with my music in the background

i am gonna cry

i am gonna vomit because i am full of emotions

“if she had a choice, why would she choose the tough path?” ohhhhhhhhh

my heart

i cannot take this

ah lol no this can obviously not happen on the same day i am dumb hahaha

“Evelyn would read my books during the day and attempt to cook dinner” i love it that evelyn reads! that’s so cool! and i bet the dinner tasted gross as heck sorry not sorry Ev

them watching TV together like a couple that has been married for 60 years oh… oh oh oh oh

i dn’t know what to say

“I didn't want to break the spell of that blessed moment.” okay, now i got goosebumps

them sleeping super close together makes me wanna scream internally

my knees are super weak

and i have not even reached THAT Part yet

IT’S HAPPENING OH GOD HERE WE GO I AM NOT READY I AM NOT READY

OH GOD

THIS IS A WILD RIDE FOR ME I CAN TELL YOU

goosebumps, shaky legs, nausea

playing my song on repeat but not even this one will help me now

i am not ready oh god i can’t do this

“I woke up to Evelyn comfortably pressed against me and lingered there long enough to feel a known warmth spread inside me.” don’t do that to me!!! now i have to open my windows

“I allowed myself to wake her up with a kiss on the forehead only to pretend I gently shook her arm when her eyes fell on me.” oh Celia, I love you! I cannot stop smiling!!! this is so cute!

also evelyn waking up is really adorable! like a baby aaaah

“she was in every love song I heard.” am i shaking now because the window is open or because i just read this? my eyes are getting wet again oh no

i can’t breathe

i am shaking, my heart is beating so fast and i’m almost crying

i cannot handle this

i’m all dizzy

this is not normal!!!!!!

how can i survive this? oh god i am so nervous, my legs feel like jelly

holy fuck i am almost there

i can feel the anxiety in every part of my body

i feel as if i was about to give a public speech

i am almost throwing up

i know what’s coming and this is not making it any better for my anxiety

it makes it even worse

can i handle this?

or will i puke?

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH GOD

NOT ME COVERING MY FACE IN MY HANDS BECAUSE I CANNOT HANDLE IT

AAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAH IT’S HAPPENIN IT’S HAPPENING I REPEAT IT’S HAPPENING

just one gesture could set me on fire” the goosebumps i get this ain’t normal anymore

where is my vodka

“INVITING” OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT

i need church

oh god

the goosebumps get even more intense all over my body

cannot remember the last time i felt like this

well i can… surprise surprise it was a similar situation

anyway back to the story

“She sat down on my lap” oh okay… okay… okay…. i need help

oh god

i was deffo not ready for this

go away goosebumps

the squeeze oh god help me

“Evelyn was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and I liked her even more like that: disheveled, flushed, her breasts exposed.” okay i am officially dead

my legs are shaking

i cannot handle this

i swear

how will i continue living my life after this

aww evelyn, you are so adorable i swear

“Her vulnerability was so raw it was almost painful to see.” this is painful to read too you know, i need therapy after this

OH GOSH

so, i read all of it. and now i don’t know what to say. this was so beautiful and soft. i was really drowning in that scene and in that feeling and there are so many things i could say now but i cannot properly explain anything anymore ugh this was so wonderful. how am i supposed to go to sleep tonight? i will probably stay awake all night long. oh god… how can i continue living my life after THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!¨THIS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND PURE AND LOVING AND NOW I WANT TO JUMP IN FRONT OF A CAR BECAUSE I CAN NEVER HAVE THAT TOO!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaah

i did not know what to expect from the fic… but this way so way more than i imagined

evelyn really wanting celia and then being all shy and aaaah… and them kissing and the hair thing and the scrunchie thing and it’s all so soft and loving and i cannot handle this. I NEED THERAPY NOW.

I SWEAR

THIS FUCKED WITH ME MORE THAN THE ORIGINAL STORY

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

WHAT CAN I DO NOW TO CALM DOWN? HOW CAN I GO ON WITH MY LIFE AFTER READING SOMETING LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????????????’’

i adore that i’m all in the very strong “i love evelyn and celia” feelings again… in my evelyn universe. and i am screaming internally forever i swear

#the seven husbands of evelyn hugo #evelyn x celia

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inkandpen22 · 4 years ago

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Shared Minds and Shared Souls (1/?)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, swearing

Word Count: 2.9k

Story Summary: Driven by the power she posses as a witch and psychic, Y/N returns to Sunnydale to pay a visit to her family after she has a vision about Dawn. She isn’t exactly like her duty first and justice before all else cousin Buffy as Y/N follows her own rules. She offers her aid to the Scoobies during their drama with Glory. Y/N doesn’t plan to stay long until she experiences an unparalleled connection with a certain vampire from North London.

Masterlist

I never imagined myself visiting a small town like Sunnydale. I’ve lived in many places, but never California. The west coast isn’t exactly my style. For one, it’s hot. Two, the hippy-dippy happy-go-lucky attitude makes my eyes roll. Finally, Los Angeles reminds me of Celia, my cousin. Buffy, Celia, and I were inseparable as children. Dawn tried to tag-along in our make-believe games, but Buffy grew annoyed with her quickly. I haven’t been back in California in a decade for this very reason. Everything about California reminds me of a time when we were just kids. Before everything went to Hell in a hand basket.

Blasting Green Day in front of the hospital, I park my 1967 bright red Mustang. I take a minute to collect myself before barging in. Buffy and Dawn don’t exactly know I’m coming, but there’s something I have to warn them about, something so crucial that I drove here all the way from New York. The funny part will be explaining to Buffy that I know she’s the Slayer. To her knowledge, I’m just her ordinary cousin who she hasn’t seen since we were ten. In reality, I’m a psychic witch, have been since birth. Well, I’ve been psychic since the womb, the witchy part came later. Oh, and I can’t forget seeing the dead part, I always do. That little twist comes with the psychic part. Yeah, imagine a little ten-year-old me seeing my recently deceased cousin at her funeral… fun times. It explains the whole discomfort toward California. Low-key traumatized, but all good. Any who, I should probably stop the hesitation and just head inside.

As I stroll down the bitter cold hospital hall, I grip the leather straps of my backpack nervously.

“Hi Buffy,” I rehearse under my breath. “You probably don’t recognize me, I’m Y/N… your cousin. It’s great to see you- God I sound so stupid!”

I follow the signs on the wall toward the Neurology unit. Hospitals, cemeteries, funeral homes, old buildings, all great places to bump into ghosts. The things I do for family, boy do these guys owe me.

As I turn down yet another peach colored hall- geez this place is dated- my eyes land on a familiar blonde in the waiting room at the far end. Oh great, here we go. Buffy doesn’t notice me right away, being too occupied with doting on a sleeping Dawn resting her head on her lap. I take note of the blondie boy sat beside her. I’m guessing he’s with Buffy. Good for her, a strong seven out of ten. I would rate him higher, but he’s not my type, too All-American boy-next-door.

“Looks like I’m right on time,” I determine once I’m closer, thus making my presence known. Buffy peers up at me and her eyes widen steadily. Blondie next her looks between me and Buffy. Her surprised reaction makes him tense, I nearly assure him I’m not a threat.

“Y/N?” She gentle shakes Dawn to wake her as she rises from her seated position. “What are you doing here?”

“I heard about your mom… ” I explain vaguely. In truth, I saw it in a vision and a lot more beyond that, but I’ll just say my mom told me for now.

Buffy makes long strides and warmingly embraces me. I can sense the desperation in her touch. Her ora is all out of wack. I could see the mess her colors are from yards away. It seems like I did really arrive at the perfect time. Buffy needs me now more than ever.

“Y/N!” Dawn gasps behind us.

Buffy and I part, her eyes stare into mine pleadingly. Yeah, we really need to have a chat. Preferably somewhere we can be frank, truly frank, no bullshit like I’m spilling right now.

“Oh my God!” Dawn squeals, rushing down to greet me. She squeezes me like a stress ball as she rambles on about how much she’s missed me. Then, Dawn starts to ask the tough questions as usually does. The girl has never quite had a filter. “Where have you been?”

“New York mainly,” I laugh.

“How come you’ve never come to see us before?” She rushes out as Buffy continues to stare at me in awe. It could be she thinks she’s dreaming this.

“Dawn, I-”

She cuts me off, “how’s aunt Lolly? Are you college? When did you get in?”

“Dawnie!” I laugh, “I will answer all your questions, promise. We’ll catch up! For now,” I look at Buffy. “I need to have a chat with your sister…”

The girl scoffs, rolling her eyes dramatically as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Of course, you’re for Buffy… everyone is always here for her. No ever visit me,” she grumbles.

“I’m here for you too,” I assure Dawn. “I just… it’s important I speak with Buffy right now. It’s about something-”

“I’m sorry, but who are you?” Blondie interrupts, his face covered with confusion.

“I’m Y/N,” I introduce myself. “I’m Buffy and Dawn’s cousin.”

“I’m Riley, the boyfriend,” he offers me his hand.

Wow, quite the introduction. I’m not much of a contact-person, but this seems like the perfect opportunity to gather information on G.I. Joe. As I shake his hand, I’m able to visualize memories and emotions from him. They come as flashes before my eyes. I hear his thoughts, see through his eyes, and feel what he’s felt. All I see Buffy, moments they’ve had. At first, pleasure and immense happiness consumes my head. Then, it’s replaced with doubt and self-deprecation. The obsession with Buffy is replaced with desperate longing. He feels her slipping.

My visual is cut-off when Riley removes his hand. I’m brought back to current moment, surrounded by chaos of the hospital.

Dawn frowns, curiosity etched across her features. “What’s so important that you had to come all the way? Does it have to do with Mom?”

“You came all the way from New York?” A male voice questions behind me.

What is this an interrogation? The sooner someone tells me where Buffy is the sooner I can head back home. Believe me, I don’t want to be here longer than I have to be. I glance over my shoulder, Willow and Xander stare at me in confusion. We’ve never met, but I know of them, the visions. I’ve been keeping tabs on Buffy and the family since… well… since Buffy became the Slayer.

“Yes,” I answer Xander directly. Turning back to Buffy, I not so discretely tell her it’s urgent. “Please, Buff, do you have minute? I know this isn’t exactly opportune but-”

“Of course,” she swallows hard. “We can uh… we can talk outside. There’s a courtyard just over there,” she gestures down the hall.

“I’m coming with,” Riley declares next to her.

“I’m sorry, is your name Buffy?” I sass, much to his frustration. “What am I going to do her? She’s my cousin. I’m only borrowing her for a second, then you can toss the leash back on her.”

“Y/N…” Buffy mutters for me to stop.

Riley narrows his eyes at me- oof, I’m real scared now! While I giggle at her boyfriend’s expense as the two of us start down the hall. I’ve missed Buffy, we used to be like two peas in-a-pod. Once all this drama I’ve seen in her future is over, perhaps we can be close again. I refuse to settle in Sunnydale though. At least we have phones and email.

Once outside, and we’re certain we’re alone, Buffy cuts to the chase. “Not that I’m not happy you’re here, Y/N, I am but, why are you here?” She hasn’t changed a bit.

I snicker, peering up at the sky as the sun it starting to set. Gosh, I hate the day. That sounds weird because what human hates daytime, but I do. I’m much more… in tune with myself when it’s night time. I thrive off the moonlight and stars. The sun and its rays are hot, too hot. I like the cold and darkness of night.

“Fine, let’s get right to it,” I smirk at my cousin wickedly. Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my pack of cigarettes, feeling a bit anxious. “You mind?” I ask her, not really caring but figure I should check.

Timidly, she shakes her head. Her arms are securely crossed in front of her as she watches me take a smoke. “Those things will kill you,” she advices the cookie-cutter phrase.

“So can a car accident, yet we still drive,” I remark with sass. “What’s life without a little risk?” I wink.

Buffy shifts on her feet as her jaw clenches. Her aura is shifting again, Black to red, I’ve never seen someone change on a dime so fast. That’s change is funny, she’s either angry or afraid of me, maybe both. I can’t blame her, I’m not exactly a Care Bear. My black and red attire doesn’t scream comforting.

“Then again, you would know all about death, right Cuz?” I suggest subtly.

Her eyes lock with mine and I start to see the wheels turning her head. ‘Does she know? How could she?’ She’s likely thinking to herself. One touch and I could hear for certain what she’s thinking.

“What are you talking about?” She mumbles, barely meeting my eye.

I scoff, tossing my head back, why can’t this be easier? You know what, fine! Growing impatient, I hold my hand out, palm to the sky. “Light,” I verbalize and within seconds a bright orb floats above my palm.

Buffy stares at my magic stunned. Yeah, I was sort of expecting that kind of reaction.

“How… How…” She stutters.

“If you’d like a mini bolt of lighting I can do that too,” I offer. “I kind of prefer them, far more powerful!”

She doesn’t share in my excitement as she slowly steps closer still in awe. “You’re a witch?”

“Yep!” I smile, rather proud. “Have been for a while now, gotten pretty good at it too, not to brag or anything…”

“So…” Buffy continues to process everything. “You know about demons, vampires-”

I hum, “all of it. Including that you’re the Slayer, congrats by the way! Fun shit,” I compliment with a snicker.

“Not exactly how I’d describe it,” she mutters defeatedly, her eyes still on the orb.

Closing my fist, the orb disappears and I place my hand on Buffy’s shoulder. Her eyes meet mine solemnly.

“How long have you known?” She asks unfazed.

“Since forever,” I answer truthfully. “Sorry I never called or have come to help. I’ve sort of been cheering for ya from the sidelines. In all honesty, I’ve been away perfecting my magic with a coven. I’ve met some pretty interesting people along the way, all dazzled when they find out I’m related to the Slayer,” I gush.

She pays no mind to my compliments, still in a daze. “Does anyone know? Does your dad?”

I shake my head and sternly tell her, “he can never know! He thinks I’ve been away at school in Boston. In truth, I’ve been in New York with a coven.”

Buffy nods in understanding, though I know Joyce is aware of the supernatural world. My mom could never handle it. “Did you come all the way here to tell me that?”

Okay, here’s the hard part, the real hard part! I finish my cigarette, pondering the last relaxing bit of it before tossing it to the ground. “Okay, so here’s the deal,” I begin. “There’s a this big nasty bitch I’ve seen in my visions- I see visions by the way-” I add in passing, having forgotten it. Then, I remember I can’t forget the ghosties bit. “Anyway, you’ve already bumped into her, Glory. Yeah, she’s a real charmer from what I can see. I’m here to help because based on my visions, she’s kicking your asses.”

I leave out a crucial bit of information, a part of the visions I’m not sure I can share. One important thing about being a psychic is not changing fate. As much as I want to tell Buffy everything, I know I can’t, not if I don’t want to mess with the world.

“So, you’re here to help us stop Glory?” She clarifies.

“It gets real fucked at some points,” I tell her, hoping that doesn’t reveal too much.

“And I take it you know about Dawn…” she insinuates.

I nod my head slowly, “you mean that she’s The Key? Then yes, I do. She’s about as human as the Teletubbies, but of course I won’t mention that to her. Who all knows?”

“As of right now, me and Giles. He’s my Watcher,” she explains. “Did you already know that?” She’s catches on quickly.

“Kinda…” I answer hesitantly. “Sorry if that’s weird. I’ve tried not to pry with my visions. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t know who Riley was! He mustn’t have been around the last time I checked in!”

“When was the last time you… ya know… checked in?” She asks, unsure of how to phrase it.

“Well, I’ve been away with the coven. I joined them right after high school, so I suppose it was when you started at UC Sunnydale. I know all about Willow and Xander, they seem nice from what I’ve seen. Angel, his in-and-out appearance in my visions was confusing for a while until I realized he was doing that in real life too,” I laugh.

“So you saw all of the Spike drama and my mom finding out about me too?” She asks.

I frown, I saw Joyce learning about Buffy and that whole conversion, but I’ve never heard of a Spike. Based on my expression, Buffy predicts the answer.

“Spike is the biggest pain in my ass,” she groans. “He and Angel used to be all vampy together. Then, Angel gained a soul and Spike got worse from what I’ve gathered. He’s killed two Slayers, so we’re not exactly friends. We met when he tried to kill me. He’ll show up and leave again, kinda like Angel but less helpful. Except now, he’s acting all infatuated with me and sticking around.”

I snicker, “oof, so you have a psychotic vampire lusting after you? How did I miss this?!”

Buffy rolls her eyes, “believe me, it’s not fun.”

“Is he hot?” I inquire, always interested in a troubled bad-boy type.

She stares at me with narrowed eyes of disapproval and scoffs, “oh my God… never ask me that again.”

“He must’ve showed up and gone between visions,” I determine. “I wasn’t able to check in much after you started at UC. Which reminds me, your roommate Kathy- not a fan of her,” I confess with a bit of humor.

“Turned out to be a demon,” Buffy explains, much to my surprise.

I gasp, “no way! Ugh, I saw you move-in, some interactions here and there, but that’s about it. I knew there was something up with her!”

Buffy laughs, actually smiling for the first time since our reunion. It feels great having someone know I’m a witch who isn’t a witch themselves. Being away in New York with the coven was great and utterly freeing. They were the first people who I showed my true self to. Now, finally, someone I care about knows the real me. I have so much more to share with her!

Buffy takes my hand gently, “I’m really glad you’re here. Lately… lately things have been more difficult than I could’ve ever imagined,” she confesses, swallowing back her tears and looks at the ground. “With Mom and protecting Dawn, I’m not sure I can do it all on my own. I mean, I have my friends, Giles, and Riley but…” she meets my gaze, tears puddling in her eyes. “I needed you, I just didn’t quite know it. I needed my other sister,” she weeps.

Immediately, I pull Buffy into my chest and hug her tightly. I should’ve come sooner. I should’ve felt Buffy’s pain. I guess I was so caught up with the coven and I forgot to check on her, so I missed the signs. I’m here now, that’s all that matters. Now, I can help. Seeing Buffy so upset makes my blood boil. Anyone who fucks with my family gets knocked off this planet, which means Glory has another coming at her in the form of a powerful witch.

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d4x · 2 years ago

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sigh. I’m trying to catch up on snw (felt like having something to stare at while crocheting lol) but I just don’t care about pike and spock is soooo different and uhura doesn’t get enough screen time. anyway have some middle of the night complaining on that.

I didn’t like pike when he was on disco because it felt like he was taking a ridiculous amount of attention away from michael and was unsubtly advertisement for another spinoff and I just don’t find him interesting now. he has his moments for sure but honestly they are trying to do the ‘knowing the future is a curse/we also already know the future having seen tos/are they going to somehow cleverly circumvent that or will they retcon or is it a message about acceptance’ which is something that could appeal to me but it just isn’t at this point idk I’m not ready to like condemn it or anything until we fully know the direction and intent but it’s not really doing it for me currently.

Spock is practically just some guy which tos spock 1000% isn’t. like he’s repressed he’s gay he’s played by leonard nimoy he’s deeply kind he’s an alien he’s a major bitch but in a way that makes me love him he wears eyeshadow he had a shitty childhood and a complicated relationship with his mother! normally I don’t even mind just some guy characters when they’re done ok but for SPOCK? arguably the most popular sci fi character of all time and definitely not normal? just why. I’ve only seen the first aos movie because I straight up did not have fun it felt like none of the characters liked each other which can be fun but isn’t very star trek and I love star trek. and they treated the women badly without even having the excuse of being in the sixties eighties nineties whatever well before I was alive. but from what I remember while that spock was definitely quite out of character imo there were parts where it was like ‘oh ok I know you this makes sense’ while here it’s like. that barely happens despite my having seen a bunch of snw episodes now and also he took over a bunch of disco which :/

and finally uhura!!! celia is sooo talented (and also very pretty) and I think any expansion of uhura’s backstory and general character is going to appeal to me because she’s just incredible in tos but seriously they never even gave her a first name it was like 95% just nichelle nichols giving everything so I’m really excited to see where that goes. but even so I wish they would focus on her even more and like other people have said just piling tragedies onto her is not it!!! I will say with exceptions I am liking how they are building relationships between her and most of the rest of the main cast in some way because i do feel that some of the others just have not interacted in any meaningful way that I’ve seen so far but idk I’m not caught up.

and okay with the exception of ds9 of which I adore every season (with the obvious exclusion of certain episodes lol) it really took me at least a season to really get into each of the shows I’ve seen and star trek shows are notorious for having the worst first season of television you’ve ever seen. and snw isn’t that objectionable all things considered and there are many many parts I love or hate or have other feelings about that I’m not going into atm because I want to get back to watching it and I can’t type this and crochet little things at the same time but idk. just not that into it lol

#not trying to be like. aggressive haha I just love talking about my interests and complaining. ask my mom #no bad feelings towards anyone who loves it or anyone who thinks it’s the worst thing on earth either <3 #speaking #text #snw

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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I put a Spell on you - Harry Hook x Sanderson! Reader - Halloween special one-shot

Halloween Harry Hook x reader

basic version of outfit for reader, can be changed as wished

VVVV

Halloween night, 2007, on the isle of the lost.

Young 6-year-old Harry Hook sat in the hull of the jolly roger, pouting to himself as he picked at his scarce stolen candy.

The isle never got much in the way of candy, the most they got was during the month of Halloween that the parents of Auradon threw away early for some odd reason.

Though what candy the isle got was little, and the “good stuff” was still on Auradon.

And Harry had unfortunately gotten a bad pick of candy this year, nasty fruit ropes that tasted like death, molding “coconut” chocolate candy that was too mushy to really enjoy, and watermelon looking hard candy.

The best he got was little wrapped hard pieces of candy that looked like brown barrels that had a slight spice to them.

Harry dropped the piece of candy he was holding and sighed, starting to stand and getting ready to turn in for the night after the disappointing Halloween. “jus’ like last year” Harry mumbled, brushing off his horrifically made copy of his father's jacket, he paused, something rang across his ears. “wha’ was-“

Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of magic.

“singing?” Harry quietly asked himself, turning towards where the voice was coming from. It seemed hypnotic or at least was supposed to be, but It had no grab to it as if it had lost its power.

But Harry's curious nature pushed him to seek the voice out. He snuck off his father's ship and followed the voice into the dark forest near pirates bay.

He ducked as he spotted an old slim woman, the one who was singing, waving her hands about and twirling.

“Winnie~” the woman stopped singing, spinning around and crossing her arms, and whining at a hidden figure “It's not working!”

“of course it's not you twit, the stupid barrier blocks our powers, we won't be getting any children tonight!” “wait!” a plump woman stepped into the mood light, her eyes glinting “I smell a child~”

“that’s just (y/n) you idiot!” the hidden figure scoffed, stepping next to the slim woman, and smacking her torso “keep your child inside sister, they will ruin our plans” “But we can use them to lure children! Maybe they can even lure a boy~”

“silence Sarah” the oldest woman scoffed, turning and walking back towards the rackety shack near a pond. “sistars!”

“coming Winnie!” the slim one called back, hiking up her dress and running after the oldest.

“But Winnie! The child!” the plump one moaned, turning her eyes right at Harry.

Harry held his breath and ducked behind a tree, freezing as he heard the woman sniff the air and continue to walk closer to his hiding spot. Wait…shit! he walked right into the Sander-

“Auntie! It's just me!” Harry's jaw dropped as a child, who seemed just around his age, popped up from behind the tree in front of him, a small smile on their face “sorry, but there's no other kids around”

The plump woman groaned and shook her head, stomping back into the shack. “little brat, fooling me”

The child watched until the door closed, slumping against the tree in relief as they looked at him “you shouldn't be here, you don’t wanna know what happens when my mom and aunts get their hands on kids” they walked over to him and pulled at the lapels of his jacket, the hood of their cloak falling as they did so.

They beamed at him “but im not gonna let anything happen to ya don’t worry……sorry I don’t know your name?” they tilted their head at him, their bright (e/c) eyes staring into his.

“H-Harry” Harry stuttered out, gasping as the child grabbed his hand and started pulling him the opposite way of the old shack the old woman were in.

“Nice ta meet ya Harry im (y/n)!” (y/n) chirped, flipping their hood back over their head and continuing to lead Harry out of the forest.

Moments later they reached the edge and (y/n) turned, grabbing Harry's arms, spinning around, and pushing him over the edge “now you have ta promise that you won't come back no matter what, and to never follow random singing” (y/n) pouted at harry, wiggling their finger in his face “it's too dangerous”

“I-um” Harry stuttered again, wringing his hands together before he stomped his foot “they aren’t even tha’ scary! I can take ‘em”

(y/n) just shook their head “doesn’t matter, they’ll eat you if they get the chance”

“e-eat me?!” Harry squeaked, taking a step back from (y/n) “wait aren’t yeh one of their kids- won't yeh eat me too?”

“no!” (y/n) shook their head defiantly, scowling at Harry “that’s just gross, eating kids, Id rather eat rotten candy” (y/n) crossed their arms and tilted their head at Harry “what you think all witches eat kids?”

“well, they-” Harry swallowed harshly “ur mums a Sanderson ain't she? She's known for tha’ “

(y/n)s shoulders dropped “well I’m not my mother” Harry felt slightly bad as (y/n) curled in on themselves, looking off.

“hey-i….thank yeh fer savin’ meh” (y/n) perked up, smiling at him.

“you’re welcome Harry, now DON’T got back into the forest on Halloween night ever again” (y/n) once more shook their finger in his face, pouting at him.

Harry nodded slowly, placing his hand on theirs and pushing their hand down “why Halloween night only?”

“because that’s when they think they are most powerful, and the only time they are brave enough to wander outside the shack….aunt Winnie makes me go out to get food and all that every other time” (y/n) explained, eyes turning to the sky and gasping.

“you have to get home! It won't be long before my aunt gets another idea to get kids, go go!” (y/n) pushed at Harry's shoulders, back towards pirate bay.

“Alright alright im goin’!” Harry yelled, shaking his head at the odd witch, he turned to start walking back towards his dad's ship when he stopped. He spun back around, watching (y/n) walk back into the forest. “wait!” (y/n) groaned and stopped, spinning around to look at him with raised brows.

“what” they snapped, glaring at him.

“will I ever see yeh again?” Harry asked, blinking in surprise as (y/n)s cheeks turned dark and they looked down at the forest floor.

“um-i-maybe…I have to go!” (y/n) turned and ran back into the forest to her home, leaving Harry at the forest edge.

12 years later, on Halloween night, Harry sat in his temporary room at Evie's castle, sitting on his bed while Gil and Uma sorted through their first real batch of Halloween candy.

Most of it had been leftovers from Evie's trick or treaters, but Evie had made them chaperone Dizzy, Celia, and the twins for their first Halloween.

And the younger VKs had somehow roped them into Trick or treating with them, which luckily the people of Auradon were nice enough to ignore that they were technically too old to trick or treat.

Harry could recount Evie scoffing at the “Age limit”, saying that no one is too old to trick or treat.

“Gil hand me that orange one” Uma muttered, chewing on a Butterfinger.

“The Reese's?” Gil asked, holding up the flat packaging and handing it to Uma.

“yep, thanks…Harry you good?” Uma asked, noticing Harry staring out the window.

“hm?” Harry turned back to her, his eyes drooping “ah, sorry Uma, zoned out”

“well, it has been a tiring night….I'mma head in for tonight, night boys”

“night Uma” Harry and Gil called back in chorus, Gil leaving after Uma a moment later, leaving Harry alone in his room.

Come little children, I'll take thee away

Into a land of enchantment

Come little children, the time's come to play

Here in my garden of magic.

Harry perked up, he knew that song…..he definitely knew that song.

Though this time, the hypnotic power it had was present, taking hold of his mind and dragging him out of his room and out the door of Evie's castle.

Harry walked deeper into the forest surrounding Evie's castle, the voice becoming louder as he walked.

Suddenly he was grabbed, the cackling of three women echoing in his ears.

“oh, it’s a boy! Hes Handsome too~I want to play with him~!”

“later Sarah, first we must take him along with the others back to the cottage, he’ll be the first for your child, let them experience the dark art of Magic!”

“ohhh! Yes! Let em’ learn, let ‘em learn, let ‘em learn!”

Harry's vision went black, and he woke later in a chair, something invisible tying him down to it.

“wha’?” Harry muttered, pulling at his arm “where…shit” Harry tried to wriggle his wrist to draw the small switchblade in his jacket sleeve when the three Sanderson sisters walked in, holding two small children in their arms.

“ohhh hes awake!” the thin one, Sarah he guessed, gasped, clapping her hands together.

Harry let out a snarl and thrashed in his chair, the sisters gasped and reeled back. “nasty one isn’t he” the one with the odd lips, Winnie, muttered “perfect for our little imp isn’t he Mary”

“perfect Winnie” the plump one snickered, licking her lips as she separated from her sisters and dragged one of the children over a chair next to Harry, forcing the young girl down into it and snapping her fingers, silver rope wrapping around the girl's arms and legs and binding her to the chair “there we go!”

Sarah giggled and grabbed the boy she had by the scruff of his zombie costume and dragged him over to the chair on Harry's left, pushing him into the chair and binding him with the silver rope that turned invisible like Harrys.

“ohhhh (y/n)~” Harry perked up….he knew that name?

From the door on Harry's right, someone stepped out from the shadows, wearing a long dark pink jacket that tapered off at their waist, a corset type top with fishnet under top underneath it, ripped black jeans with scuffed brown boots, a belt with a pouch resting on their left hip that held two beakers resting on their left thigh.

“yes, aunt Winnie” the teen witch sighed, their hood hiding their face from Harry. Winnie grabbed an odd brown colored spell book with an eye on it and handed it to the hooded teen.

“here, finish the life potion while we go get more children, the…pirate boy is yours to do what you wish with” Winnie patted the teens head and turned “Sistars!” she stormed out of the cottage, the two witches running after their sister.

“coming Winnie!!”

The door slammed shut, the teen watching the door for a good minute before they sighed and dropped the book on the table to their right “thank hades” they tipped their head back, ruffling their (h/c) hair and blowing a raspberry “thought they’d never leave” they rushed over to a cabinet and ripped the doors open, rummaging through spices and herbs. “wormswart wormswart, where are you wormswart-ah-ha!”

They spun around, holding a jar of some sort of liquid and opening it, a hiss of silver mist rising from the bottle, they held the bottle delicately over the cauldron holding the boiling potion of life and poured a single drop of wormswart into the potion.

The potion turned a sickly brown, sputtering into the teen witches face. “ugh” they groaned, leaning back and wiping their face.

They grabbed a large spoon and mixed the potion, stirring until it turned back into a dark green. “there we go, now they can't use it” the teen muttered, looking up and locking eyes with Harry. “now to get you all out of here before they come back!”

With a wave of their hand, a silver pocket knife appeared, and they speed-walked over to Harry, cutting the invisible ropes at his hands. “im sorry about this, I tried to spell them to sleep until tomorrow at dawn but im not very good at potions other than ruining them”

“(y/n)?” Harry asked aloud, the teen stopped, slowly looking up at Harry, their still bright (e/c) eyes widening.

“Harry! What-“ they stood, leaning over Harry and shaking their finger in his face, “I told you not to follow the singing!”

Harry smirked at them and mocked bite their finger, (y/n) gasped and reeled back, pouting at him and smacking his chest. “jerk, im saving you from being eaten and yet you repay me like this?”

Harry chuckled and grabbed the knife from (y/n)s hand, cutting the rope from his legs “sorry love, couldn’t resist”

“l-love?” (y/n) stuttered, backing away from Harry and staring at him oddly.

Harry just looked at them, making their cheeks turn dark “you….you grew up” they muttered, looking away from Harry.

“heh” Harry chuckled, standing from the chair and looking to his right “we should probably get them outta here huh?”

“y-yeah” (y/n) stuttered, waving their hand and another silver knife appeared, walking over to the boy while Harry kneeled next to the girl and started to cut them free. “I’ll need to break the spell my mom put on them before we take them back, otherwise they’ll get their hands on them again.”

Harry nodded, picking up the girl dressed like a princess and setting her on his hip, her head resting in his neck.

(y/n) picked up the boy and walked over to harry, muttering a counterspell under their breath, and with a snap of their fingers, the two kids snapped out of their trance. The Girl leaning away from Harry and looking from him to (y/n), her eyes wide.

“where-whats” her lip wobbled, starting to cry a bit. the boy stared at Harry with wide eyes.

“you’re Harry Hook” the boy whispered in awe, squeaking a bit as (y/n) rearranged their grip on him.

“that's all dandy but we have to get you both back to your homes, the witches will be back soon and I need to be here when they are”

Harry nodded, pressing the girl's face back into his neck and following (y/n) out to the back door.

“come on, the main town is this way!”

Harry and (y/n) dropped the girl off, who told them her name of Sofia, and hurried her inside. “now don’t go after random singing on Halloween okay, it only leads to bad things” (y/n) warned them, handing the young girl a slip of paper with markings on it “as long as you have this, you will be protected from my mother's song” Sofia nodded, unsure but ran into her house, slamming the door behind her.

“alrigh’” Harry sighed, shifting Elijah in his arms and looked at the young boy “where do yeh live?”

Elijah pointed across the street and down a few houses “tha’ close huh?” Harry muttered, letting the boy down and watching him as he ran toward his home.

The boy stopped as (y/n) called his name, turning as they jogged over to him and handed him another piece of paper “thanks” Elijah squeaked, bolting into his house and slamming the door closed.

(y/n) sighed, rubbing their face in exhaustion “two down….however many kids to go” (y/n) rolled their neck and looked over at harry “now lets get you home too”

Harry stared at (y/n) as they walked up to him and held out their hands “I didn’t do this with the kids because I know they would freak but I can teleport us to where you live”

“yeh can teleport?” Harry asked, tilting his head as he stared at (y/n)s hands.

“yep, me, my mother, and my aunts each have a special power, my mom has a hypnotic singing voice, my aunt Mary can sniff out any kid from miles away, and my aunt Winnie can shoot lightning from her hands” Harry nodded slowly, grabbing onto (y/n)s hands.

“so what now?” Harry asked, watching as (f/c) smoke started to rise around him and (y/n)

“where do you live?” (y/n) chuckled, smiling at him.

“uh, im staying at Evie's castle right now”

“oh, I know where that is!” (y/n) cheered, the smoke swirling around them for a moment before it dissipated, revealing them now to be in front of Evie’s castle.

“cool” Harry muttered, not noticing (y/n) look down at their still intertwined hands and hurriedly ripped their hands away from him, Harry turned to (y/n), furrowing his brows as (y/n) looked around with wandering eyes “don’t go back” (y/n) whipped around to look at him with surprise.

“i-what?”

“don’t go back, stay here” Harry pleaded, grabbing onto (y/n)s shoulders “yer not happy there, and yer gonna waste away being their slave”

(y/n) just stared at him, sighing as they grabbed his hands and slowly took them off their shoulders “I…..I have to, to protect the kids”

Harry sighed, biting his lip in thought “okay….but!” (y/n) looked at harry, confusion swimming in their eyes “after tonight, come back here, im sure Evie would be happy to accommodate yeh, i’ll even ask for extra measure” (y/n) shook their head, looking over their shoulder back towards the witches cottage.

“…okay” (y/n) sighed, giggling as harry beamed at them and grabbed their shoulders in his excitement.

“Okay!?”

“okkayy! I'll come back tomorrow after my mom and aunts are asleep” Harry grinned at (y/n), chuckling as (y/n) smiled back.

“but….why do you want me to come back after tonight?” (y/n) asked, tilting their head at harry.

“because you saved meh from them 12 years ago…might as well return tha’ favor?” Harry smirked, snickering as (y/n)s cheeks darkened.

“well…I should get back now….see ya later?” (y/n) stepped away from Harry, (f/c) smoke rising around them. “see ya later” Harry confirmed, waving (y/n) goodbye as the smoke complexly enveloped them and they disappeared.

Harry sighed, cracking his neck and walking back inside Evie's castle, sneaking back up to his room and flopping on his bed, closing his eyes and falling asleep instantly from the crazy night.

Harry sighed in relief as the next morning, when Evie turned on the tv and the Auradon news came up, some breaking news came up about how the Sanderson sisters had been caught attempting their old antics with stealing the life force of children and had been arrested.

And the child of Sarah Sanderson had been confirmed secretly helping the children escaped, as claimed by the many children saved by the teen witch.

“aint (y/n) Sanderson that kid you met on the isle when you were like, 6? Harry?” Uma asked aloud, looking over her shoulder at Harry as he stuck another piece of pancakes in his mouth.

He swallowed and nodded, picking at his scrambled eggs “aye, and I….shoot, Evie I saw ‘em again last night, and might have told them if they wanted to they could come here?”

“that’s perfectly fine” Evie gushed, wiping her flour-covered hands on her apron “I have plenty of room for them here, and-wait you saw them? How?”

“uhhh” Harry stalled, watching as Uma set her fork down and stared at him with raised brows.

“you did a stupid didn’t you?” Uma droned, leaning on her intertwined hands.

“uhhh, yes?” Harry winched, yelping as Uma sent a torrent of water at him “hey! I was bewitched! It wasn’t meh fault!” Harry pouted, crossing his arms.

Everyone went silent as Evie's front door got knocked on, Evie glanced at Harry and took off her apron, tossing it onto the counter and walking over to her door, slowly opening it and peeking around the door.

“oh! You must be (y/n)! Harry told us about you!”

“r-really? He did?” the teen muttered, gasping as Evie grabbed their wrist and dragged them in.

“yep! Now! Are you hungry?” Evie pushed them into the living room that doubled as a dining room that connected to the kitchen, (y/n) stared at all the vks, locking eyes with Harry.

“i-yes?”

“Great! I'll make you up a plate and you get acquainted with everyone!”

Evie clapped her hands and skipped back into the kitchen, giggling with Mal as (y/n) just stood awkwardly where Evie left her.

“yeh kept yer promise” Harry smiled, standing up and walking over to (y/n), putting his hands on his hips and leaning towards (y/n)

“uhh yep” (y/n) chuckled, rubbing their arm nervously “Im here?”

Harry chuckled at their awkwardness and grabbed their shoulder, shoving them into the middle of the room, in view of everyone “(y/n) this is everyone, everyone this is (y/n), they have saved my ass twice now”

“hi” (y/n) waved awkwardly, a small grin on their face. Uma stood from her seat at the island and walked over to (y/n), slowly circling her like a vulture. “ummm hi?”

Uma hummed, standing in front of (y/n), her eyes dark and revealing nothing….then she smiled, reaching out and patting (y/n)s shoulder “nice to meet you (y/n)”

(y/n) gave a small smile, “nice to meet you too….Uma? right?”

Uma nodded and nodded her head back at the island near the kitchen, where Evie was setting (y/n)s plate full of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. “yep that’s me, and your foods ready”

(y/n) slowly walked over to their food, taking off their bag that was slung over their shoulder and setting it on the floor, hesitantly starting to eat the food Evie had given them.

Almost comically, their eyes widened and they started to scarf down the breakfast. Evie giggled and tapped on the counter, grabbing (y/n)s attention “apple or orange juice?”

“apple please” (y/n) spoke with a mouth full of food, blushing as Evie giggled once more and walked over to the fridge, grabbing the bottle.

She poured the drink and set it in front of (y/n) who gently took the cup and started to drink, turning towards the tv as it went back to the Sanderson sister's arrest.

*they will be stripped of their magic and be sent to the new high-security prison implemented on the isle of the doomed.*

“how many kids did yeh save (y/n)?” Harry asked, turning to look at the teen witch. (y/n) swallowed her mouthful of bacon and shrugged.

“around 20, including you and those two kids, my aunts and mom didn’t get far before the Auradon guard was called on ‘em”

“hm” Uma nodded in approval, smirking at harry “good job”

Harry smirked back, standing and sitting next to (y/n), watching as Dizzy changed the channel to Sunday cartoons

“so do yeh think you’ll stick around?” Harry whispered, (y/n) turned to him, and smiled.

“yeah I think I will” they whispered back, leaning back in their chair and watching the show “Powerpuff girls” as it played.

Harry smiled, happy to have finally repaid his debt to the witch who had saved him all those years ago.

And it was going to be fun to tease them since they went all dark whenever he simply looked at them.

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Flying Higher:

Chapter 1

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In the dark of night, Mal’s great aubergine wings stirred the air, and her heart beat loudly within her chest. On the school rooftop, Audrey’s wicked smile gleamed up at her, illuminated by the sickly tint of Dragon Eye. Celia was caught between the older girl's arms, held out in front like a shield. It was the only thing between them - Mal was so close to ending this - but her fire was too broad and hot. She’d hit her.

“Careful not to fry your little VK buddy,” Audrey taunted, pulling Celia closer which resulted in a sharp cry of pain. Mal wasn’t sure what to do. Glancing down at the lawn, Uma, Harry and Gil watched her from the grass. There wasn’t much else they could do but wait and see what happened next. Glancing down, Mal opened a clawed hand to reveal her fathers ember. The stone was dark and waterlogged...but maybe...maybe she could try one more time?

“Come here, you little brat!”

Lifting her head for only a moment, Celia had managed to get away from Audrey’s hold, running to the other side of the rooftop. Mal breathed a plume of flame around the Ember, hoping her last ditch attempt would work. The heat was only slightly warm against her scales, but didn’t sear her fire resistant leathery hide. The gem in her grip flashed excitedly back to life, revived by the heat of pure Dragon Fire. Mal felt its power flex in her hand, responding to what little of Hades magic she had in her blood. Audrey had given up on Celia, standing alone on the rooftop with a vicious gleam in her eye.

It was now or never.

She cackled loudly, wielding the scepter in front of her as the stone illuminated brightly. Mal thought of the Coronation a few years before. Would turning the power of the Scapter back on Audrey work to negate her powers? Swinging to the side as there was a jet of pink magic, it just barely missed her already sore wing. She didn’t have time to sit and think about it. Mal wasn’t sure what the spell would do to Audrey; she wasn’t the same as Maleficent. But as the Princess raised the scepter for another strike, Mal lifted the ember to counter. There was a brilliant flash as two beams of pink and blue collided. Mal couldn’t see Audrey through the neon haze, but she continued to push her magic into the light show.

“No!” The other girl's voice was barely a whisper in the whipping wind as there was a loud crackle and a piercing shockwave as the Ember’s Magic made contact with Dragon Eye. Mal felt her chest explode in pain as she was forced to retreat, falling ungracefully back to Earth. She landed on the grass with a hard grunt and a shallow thud, sore and forced back to her human self by pure exhaustion. Uma was by her side in an instant, grabbing at her arms and hoisting her up into a sitting position.

“Did you do it?” She asked, staring up at the rooftop as a ball of magic flashed and illuminated the sky, “what’s going on?”

“I have no idea,” Mal admitted, holding her chest and wincing hard. She felt the Dragon Fire go cold in her lungs, leaving a prickling winter chill in its wake. The ember pulsed in her hand, beating slightly at the same rate as her heart. But the magic Mal had come to know since leaving the Isle of the Lost felt faint and small in comparison. Staring up at the rooftop, Mal knew in her gut it wasn’t over yet. Something was wrong. Last time, turning Maleficent’s magic back on her had cancelled out the spell. According to Fairy Godmother, she was reduced down to the smallest amount of love in her heart. It was fast, and happened in an instant. Everyone was freed, and that was it.

But the ball of Magic above them only seemed to grow brighter, and even from a distance Mal could hear Audrey screaming in pain somewhere within.

“It’s not over yet,” she croaked, “the magic...it’s to different. It should’ve negated her powers. It should’ve made all of this stop!”

“So what did you do?”

Mal couldn’t say, but she was silenced as there was a burst of power from above. She and Uma were forced to cover their eyes as to not be blinded. But Mal’s skin prickled at the sound which echoed across the landscape.

A roar. A long, loud, billowing wail which resembled a twisted bird call.

“Oh...god...”

Uma’s words were low and disbelieving as Mal peeled her eyes open. On the rooftop, a large dragon perched at the edge of the brick and mortar tower. Elegant magenta wings stretched out from a muscular but limber body, catching on the moonlight and sparkling like an early dawn. She had her long neck extended up into the sky, eyes closed as she breathed.

“What have I done?” Mal croaked, glancing to Uma who shook her head.

“You turned her into a dragon.”

Mal opened her mouth to respond, to defend herself, but was cut off as Audrey roared again. Her head tilted downwards as cat-like eyes flicked open, revealing piercing green irises surrounded by pure midnight black. A long tail with fur at it’s tip thrashed wildly, Audrey’s front claws struggling to keep her balance as she spread her wings even further, yelping out as she awkwardly took flight mid fall. The stones of the tower crumbled under her weight, the pink figure gliding away from the school in a plume of mortar dust and sand.

“Well, that wasn’t what I was expectin’ te happen,”

Harry, who had arrived at some point with Gil, hauled Mal up off the grass with two arms, “I thought ye were tryin’ to beat the lass?”

“I was,” Mal snapped, stumbling on her feet as Gil caught her arm and held her aloft. Uma furrowed her brows in confusion, folding her arms tightly.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I’m not sure,” Mal admitted, holding her chest which burned with cold, “it’s like everything’s been sucked out of me. I’m so tired,”

“Can’t you go after her?” Uma asked wildly. Mal shook her head.

“I can’t feel my dragon fire; it’s just so cold,”

“Alright, fine,” Uma huffed, “Harry, you and I will get Mal back to the palace. Gil, you go up and get Celia. Make sure she’s alright,”

“Aye, aye,”

Gil gave a little salute as he ran into the school, while Uma and Harry hoisted Mal between their combined shoulders. It took forever to get back to where they started, and waiting for them there was Jane and Fairy Godmother.

“Oh dear!” The FG cried lightly, bustling forward as Uma and Harry gently guided Mal towards a place she could sit.

“Guys!” Jane said, breathless as she hurried down the alabaster steps from the Castle, “you did it! The spell has been broken,”

“It’s not over yet,” Mal coughed, groaning as she was left to sit on the side of the ceremonial fountain, “I think I messed up,”

“What happened?” FG asked, “where’s Princess Audrey?”

“I used the same spell to reflect the power of the Scepter back onto her, like I did to mom at the Coronation,” Mal explained, “I thought maybe it would cancel out the spells she cast with Dragon Eye,”

“You were quite correct,” FG nodded, bristling slightly with what appeared to be pride, “as you can see, I’m no longer a garden decoration. What else happened?”

“I don’t know,” Mal yelped out, pulling at curls of bouncy purple-blue hair, “there was this flash and a bang when the magic collided, and then there was this massive ball of light. And Audrey...she was...turned into a Dragon, somehow,”

Both Jane and the FG blinked in surprise as Uma and Harry nodded in agreement.

“That’s the jist of it, FG,” the Pirate confirmed, “and Mal here can’t fly after her, or use her dragon powers to reverse it, because she’s...cold,”

“Cold?” Jane asked curiously, “that’s never stopped you before,”

“It’s not that simple,” Mal growled out loud, tossing Uma a dirty look, “it just felt like everything was sucked out of me at once. I’ve never felt so disconnected to my fire before,”

“Hm, that is a bit worrying,” FG mused lightly, “the spell you used at the Coronation transformed Maleficent into a creature which represented the love in her heart. Itty-bitty,” the FG made a motion with her thumb and forefinger as Mal bobbed her head, running a hand across the back of her neck which was prickling with sweat, “I don’t know why it would’ve been any different for the Princess.”

“You aren’t saying she turned into a dragon because she has a huge, loving heart,” Uma snapped, “she nearly killed everyone! And that might be really awesome where I come from, but y’all are way to...good, here,”

Uma made a face as Mal dropped her head into her hands, groaning hard. She felt very sick to her stomach, like that time she had ridden the Super Coaster with Ben at the Boardwalk.

“Uma! Jane! FG! Thank the gods you’re alright,”

Mal glanced up as Evie’s form appeared from the forests edge, followed by Ben, Carlos and Jay. They were safe. Probably still mad at her - she couldn’t blame them - but safe.

“Evie,” Jane embraced the bluenette tightly as the boys caught up, happily exchanging fist bumps and shoulder slaps with the pirates, “thank goodness you’re all ok,”

“The spell is broken. Does that mean Audrey is...?”

“Not yet,” Mal spoke up, forcing herself to stand despite her dizziness, “there was a complication,”

Evie lifted a fine brow, but said nothing as Ben engulfed Mal into his broad arms, hugging her close to him.

“Mal,” he breathed into her ear, clearly deeply relieved as she sighed and sunk into his embrace, “I’m sorry. I haven’t been a very good boyfriend. I promise I’ll...”

“We have to talk about this later,” Mal croaked, pulling back slightly to look into her fiancé’s face. He looked hurt, but she smiled and gently caressed his scruffy jaw, “I promise we’ll talk about it. Properly, this time,”

“As touching as this is, lovebirds, we have a problem,” Uma announced, tossing an arm across the lawn. Down the street, a plume of pinkish smoke was rising into the night sky, its bottom illuminated by licks of flame.

“That looks like the Museum,” Carlos announced. Ben looked horrified.

“Did Audrey do that?”

“Yes, but it’s complicated,” Mal insisted, “we need to get over there. Now!”

And so the group - minus FG who went to speak with the King and Queen, and the Pirates who returned to the school to find Gil and Celia - hurried across the grounds towards the billowing ball of destruction. Mal wasn’t sure what to expect when she got there - a scene from an illustrated storybook wasn’t it.

Audrey, her deep magenta scales and rich pomegranate fur illuminated by the fires raging around her, had punched a hole in the ceiling of the museum. She used her hooked wings and long tail to attach herself to the building, clinging to it like a lizard on a wall as she ducked her long neck into the ruins.

“That’s a dragon!” Jay cried in alarm, turning to Mal with wide eyes, “a dragon who isn’t you,”

“I don’t know how it happened,” Mal managed, trying to wave away some of the haze accumulating around her nose with a cough, “when our magic collided, I tried sending it back towards Audrey,”

“Like you did to Maleficent,” Evie concluded as Mal nodded firmly.

“Right. I thought it would maybe reverse the Scepter’s power to what Audrey was before. But...it obviously didn’t,”

“What is she doing, exactly?” Carlos puzzled. Mal, who wasn’t sure herself, glanced up to watch. Audrey was just pulling her head out of the Museum’s main hall. And even though they were further away, she could see the glint of something sparkly in the dragons claws.

“She’s...hoarding, I think,”

“Hoarding?”

“Yeah. It’s that instinct in dragons that makes them enjoy big piles of gold and stuff,”

“So she’s collecting sparkly things,” Evie mused, “but why?”

“Not sure. Like I said, it could just be instinct,” Mal mused, “I have to fight mine off too, sometimes.”

“Uh guys,” Carlos spoke up, “Ben is running right for her,”

Mal’s head shot up as she looked beside her. Ben was no longer at her side. He was instead sprinting down the street.

“Ben! Damn it, it’s like Cotillion all over again,” Mal hissed, “this is what I get for falling in love with someone who’s diplomatic,”

Evie laughed lightly as the four VK’s followed after the King. They were just in time to hear him start yelling in Audrey’s direction, waving his arms to get her attention.

“He’s going to get himself killed,” Mal hissed, “and I don’t have my powers.”

“Audrey!” Ben yelled, “Audrey, stop!”

Mal was about to grab Ben’s arm and chide him for yelling at a full grown dragon, but Audrey’s hearing must’ve been exceptional. Her looting stopped as a narrow head pivoted sharply. Three ear flaps lifted up and twisted their way, and Audrey released her grip on the museum walls as she stalked towards them. Mal wouldn’t ever admit it, but Audrey was a lot more terrifying up close then she expected. After all, her dragon form was pink. Like a Princess.

But as she slammed down to the pavement from the museum roof, vibrating the earth and cracking the asphalt under wicked silver talons, Mal gulped thickly.

“Ben, this isn’t a good idea,” she hissed, goosebumps rising on her skin at the horrible growl which tumbled in Audrey’s chest.

“Audrey! Please, listen to me. You have to stop this!”

Mal felt Evie grab her arm as the dragon opened her mouth to hiss, revealing a maw of horrible silver teeth. Pink smoke — like the smoke used to put everyone to sleep — billowed from under her tongue, cascading like a heavy fog onto the ground between them. Mal reacted quickly when she saw the golden glow of a spark in Audrey’s throat, and pulled Ben backwards, keeping him from going up in flames as the cloud ignited instantly.

The fire was hot, unearthly so, and Mal pushed Evie towards Jay and Carlos as Audrey’s form leapt through the billowing pink and blue curtain of inferno. She growled again, unfurling her wings and hissing like a snake. Mal tightened her grip on Ben and urged him to step back, but he didn’t move, staring into fierce green eyes with a lip jutted out.

“Audrey,” He said again, “please, if you can hear me you have to listen,”

The dragon licked her lips with a forked tongue as she began to circle them, long tail flicking back and forth, back and forth angrily. There was nothing human in her hungry green eyes, Mal noticed. She didn’t know how much good talking would do. Audrey could’ve been dead, with this monster replacing her.

“I know now how much I hurt you,” Ben insisted, “how much we...hurt you. And I know how much pain you must be in right now, after all of this. But I know you. I’ve known you for a long time. And I know somewhere inside, that kind, sensitive, gentle part of you is screaming to be let out,”

Audrey merely hissed again, lowering her body to the ground like a big cat ready to pounce.

“Ben,” Mal croaked, “I don’t have my powers.”

“Audrey,” Ben inhaled shakily, “I know you don’t want to hurt Auradon. And I-I’ve owed you an apology for a long time. I’m...I’m so, so sorry,”

Mal didn’t react fast enough. She felt a steel-like tail crash square into her chest. Something inside of her screamed as she was thrown a few feet back, hitting the ground hard as something cracked. Gasping with pain as kaleidoscope flowers blossomed in her vision, she watched Audrey grab Ben’s shoulders with her claws and push off into the air like a bullet.

“B-Ben!” Mal cried, unable to move from her place as Evie, Jay and Carlos ran to her side, “Ben!”

“Don’t move,” Evie insisted, “even I heard something break,”

“But where’s Ben!”

At that moment there was a sharp scream from above them. Mal looked straight up and saw Audrey drop the young King from her claws, sending him plummeting down towards the ground, “no!”

Mal’s throat was sore from the shriek as her fiancé fell, unable to stop himself. Mal tried to summon her powers, to transform and catch him, but she was still cold inside.

“I can’t watch,” Evie croaked, shielding her eyes as Jay and Carlos stared with open jaws.

Was this it?

Wincing as Ben got closer and closer to the ground, Mal’s heart leapt as there was a blur in the sky above. Audrey was lithe in the air, nearly invisible against the backdrop of pink smoke. She dove without fear straight down, 90 degrees towards the street. Then, at the last moment, she opened her wings which billowed like glittering sails. Her back claw grabbed Ben by the jacket, and with one mighty flap, he was placed gently back on the ground.

Mal couldn’t believe it. She saved him.

She didn’t have much time to think about it though as the street suddenly swarmed with figures. It was all a bit blurry as royal guards grabbed Ben and pulled him away from the danger. Audrey cried out sharply as something long struck her in the chest. The pink figure was laced with ropes and forced to the ground with a mighty thud.

“Don’t hurt her!” Ben cried, though I fell on deaf ears as Audrey began to chirp a pathetic, crying wail. She was in pain. Mal tried to sit up, but was immediately forced back by Evie.

“Stop. Just...rest for a minute,”

Mal wanted to complain, but her adrenaline was running out. Every corner of her body was flooded by ache and exhaustion. And as her eyes fluttered closed, all she could hear was a ghostly, melancholy dragon wail before everything went black.

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