#so in this AU that means she’s had the wildly codependent polycule as her primary role models for most of her teenage years

[thebluestbluewords]

"M," Evie says, voice sharp and fond all at the same time. "Babe, we talked about this. You can't just go around tackling people to the ground just because you want to. You're supposed to be a good role model for the children." 

Dizzy, who to the best of Mal's knowledge is the only child currently in the house, snickers. 

"I'm a great role model," Mal says, choosing not to acknowledge any evidence to the contrary. "I'm like, the best role model ever. Dizzy can back me up here. I'm the coolest, best adult she knows, right Diz?" 

"Right!" Dizzy chirps, grinning. She's been experimenting with her hair recently, and the current blonde streaks make her look a little older. With them, she almost looks her actual age, which is horrifying. Cute little Dizzy is supposed to be a kid forever, and not do awful things like grow up and become independent. Mal is firmly in the camp that she's too young to have a nineteen-year-old kid, and helping Dizzy through all the things she never did, like grow up and apply to schools and study for tests and figure out how to deal with building a credit history, are so far beyond her actual comfort zone that they might as well be on the moon.

She's nowhere near responsible enough to help a whole young adult through life, but for some reason the Auradon Adoption committee didn't think things like the harrowing trials of adult life through when they granted Evie temporary guardianship of Dizzy the second that she turned eighteen, so here they are. Five years later, and hopefully not any more fucked-up than they would have been if they'd stayed on the Isle. 

"Thank you," Mal says, and doesn't even grimace when she says it. That's personal growth, baybee. "Dizzy, you're my favorite now. Evie, you've been demoted to my favorite girlfriend, which is a very competitive place, and if you want to stay there, you'd better be nice to me, because I could have other girlfriends in a heartbeat if I wanted—oof!" 

"Mal." Evie says very seriously, from an inch above Mal's face. "Babe. I love you, but I'm also going to murder you right here if you don't stop talking."