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‘   it just fell!    no hexes!   please!    the last time you hexed me my hair was frizzy for days.   ’    needless to say,   the move from the isle to auradon has not been as easy as chad thought it would be.   he’d thought that all the girls in auradon would come flocking to him,    but it seems only the girls lacking in substance from the isle still fawn over him now.    he’s sure that aurora had a thing for him...   once...    but the last time he joked about it to audrey,    she’d shot him a glare that had him fearing for his life.    ‘    i can  ---  uh  ---  i can steal you a new one?    yeah!    yeah,   i’ll   do that.    totally.   as soon as possible,    i’ll do that.    ’    translation:    he’ll hope jane will just forget about what he broke so he can move on.   ‘   pleaaaase don’t tell juliet...   prettty please...    ’    that lady creeps him out!    if jane gives him a hard time,   he might just get on his knees and beg!   FT.    @chaoscores​

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‘    how’s yer ma?   has she been doin’ alright?   ’    hook is glad to be home;    he was gone for a shorter amount of time than usual,    but regardless,   that doesn’t mean he misses his family any less.   leaving miriam is something he always worries about:    he knows she likes to take care of herself and he would never stop her from doing anything she wanted,    but he also knows she tends to hide how she truly feels most of the time.   hook doesn’t understand it himself;   she knows that strength lies in revealing her true emotions,    but although she seems to register this for other people,    miriam seems to not wish to relate this to herself on a more personal level.   he can always trust his son,   passionate and somewhat soft-hearted,   to tell him the truth.    james claps his son on the back,   his very own half-embrace.    ‘    i missed all of ye.   it’s good tae be back.   ’   and private time with his son is always enjoyable...    FT.   @rottncores​

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‘    i wouldn’t go in there,   if i were you.    some bitch has been sobbing for the past five minutes and i’m just waiting for her to stop so i can take a god damn piss.   ’    aurora’s been standing outside the public toilets for what seems like way more than five minutes,    her arms folded.    there’s an impatient look on her face and all she wants is to avoid the awkwardness of...   however this is set to go down.   she’s not really good with people,    especially not after being homeschooled for the majority of her life.    ‘    it’s like jeez,    can’t you be miserable in private?   ’    she grumbles.

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chip

for the longest time chip thought he would be long gone before the barrier from the isle would be lifted. and yet, here he was, out in auradon again. granted, it did felt like the first time, he was only a kid when he was locked away with all of the Master’s servants. it felt bittersweet if he was honest, especially without belle around. he pushes away the thought, looking around the place. ❛ fucking hell, was this place always so bright? ❜ and maybe it was, but years on a shithole without sunlight might mess up some memories of his days in the sun.

‘   you’re asking me.    i wasn’t alive back then.    ’    aurora gives chip a sideways glance as she responds to him,    right before she looks back at the shiny knife she’s assessing.    who knew auradon had such cool weapons?    and in the shops of windows,   too?    it looks like this shop is dedicated to hunting supplies,    but still,    aurora would have thought anything with the potential to be violent would be hidden away...    she presses her fingers against the glass,   only wishing she could afford something so pretty.    ‘    i don’t mind the sun.   it’s...    nice,   i guess.   i wanna lie in it all day.   ’    quickly,   though,   rora changes the subject.    ‘    hey,   how do you say we pull off stealing this thing?   ’ 

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‘   touch me and i’ll rip your god damn face off,   ’    aurora glares,    her teeth bared towards the end of her sentence as her hand,   out of habit,   goes to reach for her axe.    it’s not there  ---  she left it at home.    it’s too big to hide and the last time she’d worn it out in public,   some guy claiming to be a knight had told her she couldn’t have it or whatever.   it’s not like she’s afraid of them or anything,    but she certainly doesn’t want to stand out from the crowd.    if she does,   how long until her true ways come to light?    she likes being able to fly under the radar...   at least,    as much as the leader of a gang who is called the butcher of the isle can.    ‘    better yet,    i’ll make your eyeballs into a fucking stew.   i’ll eat your fucking children.    better back off,   baby.   ’    is it obvious she kind of enjoys this?

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jane

icy  blues  stare  down  at  the  brush,    it’s  gold  shiny  and  catching  the  light  with  it’s  silky  magenta  coloured  strands  matted.     disgusting,   but  she  guesses  she  can’t  expect  a  princess to  keep  her  own  hairbrush  clean  now  can  she.     standing  up  from  her  desk,   she  looks  up  to  the  blonde  with  a  tight  smile.     “   i  said  bring  me  the  blood  and  i  will  purify  it,    not  give  me  a  show.   ”     rolling  her  eyes  she  begins  to  pull  the  strands  of  hair  from  the  item,    stolen  presumably  (lord  knows,   aurora  doesn’t  ask  nicely),  and  press  them  into  the  pages  of  her  spell  book  for  later.      she  ignores  the  other  girls  comment,    instead  turning  back  to  her  eerily  and  holding  her  hands  clasped  together.       “   tell  me  you  brought  it,   or  at  least  whatever  you’re  sacrificing  for  the  blood.     my  mother  isn’t  one  for  blood  but  we  have  enough  i  could  make  you  a  serum  at  least.   ”

‘   no.   ’    it’s probably a mistake in hindsight not to bring the blood;   she just gave jane what she asked for without receiving payment.    but where would aurora find a chicken?    pig’s blood?    no,   she wants human blood.    it doesn’t have to be the blood of a virgin  ---  any will do.   she waves a hand,   a dark frown donning her brows.    ‘    whatever.   i was only half paying attention.   do you have anything i can substitute for blood?    something...    something that’ll rejuvinate me.    i don’t care what it is as long as it works.    and don’t  ---  don’t be playing any fairy tricks with me,    jane.    i brought you what you wanted.    no bath blood that’ll rejuvinate me so much i turn into a baby or something and fucking drown.    i want whatever you can give me without a catch and i want it now.   ’    clearly,   aurora isn’t used to waiting;    thieving,   petty fighting,   lesser deals and much more is all done for her by her cronies...

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harry

when  the  doorbell  had  first  rang,  he  had  thought  he  was  hearing  things  at  first.  who  would  be  out  at  night  in  this  storm?   still,  he  went  to  investigate  and  when  he  peeked  out  of  the  window  he  saw  the  back  of  aurora  de  bourbon’s  head  beginning  to  descend  down  the  stairs.   no,  he  didn’t  want  her  to  leave!  he  had  to  know  why  she  had  come  or  else  it  would  keep  him  up  at  night  wondering.   quickly,   he  opens  up  the  door  before  she  can  fully  disappear  into  the  darkness.   it  surprised  him  so  much  that  she  was  here  that  all  sense  left  him  until  she  spoke  up.   she  had  to  see  him?   why?   these  were  questions  he  would  ask  inside  out  of  the  rain.  even  in  the  dim  light  flooding  from  the  house,  he  could  see  that  she  was  completely  soaked  from  head  to  toe.   no  doubt  she  was  shivering  from  the  cold  too.   “  ye  must  be  freezin’.  come  inside  an  we  can  talk. “  he  sheds  the  hoodie  he  had  been  wearing  in  the  house  and  walks  down  the  steps  to  her,  wrapping  the  dry  clothing  around  her  before  beginning  to  usher  her  into  the  house.  once  they’ve  both  stepped  over  the  threshold,  he  closes  the  door  behind  them  then  turns  towards  her.   her  clothes  are  dripping  on  the  floor  but  that’s  not  what  bothers  him,  it’s  the  fact  that  she  might  catch  a  cold  from  being  in  wet  clothes.  “  ye’re  soakit  tae  th’  bone,  blondie.  mibbie  ye  can  fit  intae  somethin’   o’  harriet’s  or  mine.   wait  here.  “   harry  doesn’t  wait  for  her  response  and  it  doesn’t  even  cross  his  mind  that  he’s  leaving  a  true  villain  kid  alone  in  his  house   -    his  house  full  of  expensive  trinkets.  he  runs  up  the  stairs  to  his  room  and  grabs  a  t-shirt  of  his  and  sweatpants.  they’ll  be  big  on  her  but  they’ll  have  to  do.  when  he  comes  back,   he  presents  the  clothes  to  her  with  a  soft  smile.   “  they’ll  be  a  wee  bit  big  but  it’s  better  than  catchin’  a  cauld.  thare’s  a  bathroom  richt  aroond  th’  corner  thare.  “    

come inside and we can talk.    aurora initially dreads what will follow even as harry wraps his jacket around her and guides her through his door;    somehow,    she’s convinced that he’s mad at her for showing up here.    why wouldn’t he be?    she’s asking for help,   whether he knows it or not.    he probably has his own things going on...     she’s so consumed in her thoughts that she barely registers her surroundings until harry has disappeared,   and then she takes in what she can of his home.   spacious.   clean.    large...    and pretty.    there’s so much white and blue...    how does it not get dirty?    the sight of it makes her nervous,    knowing just how hard the fireplace would be to clean if that were her own home;     she’s used to being treated as the maid by her father.    she’s then conscious of just how much of a mess she’s making in this spotless home.   you shouldn’t be here,   you shouldn’t be here...    aurora’s heart is racing when harry reappears,    considering whether to just flee.    that’s when harry appears,   stopping her in her tracks again,    and it’s then that she notices the clean clothes in his arms.    right  ---  he’d gone to get her dry clothes.    they look cosy and without holes.    it’ll be even better if they’re his,   but aurora doubts harry will want to give her his own stuff.   it’s probably expensive...   and special...    and not at all fit for her.

her lips part in an attempt to apologise,   to give an elaborate explanation of why she came here and why her reasons are perhaps a little justified,    but nothing comes out.    instead,   she tries to force her lips into a grateful smile.   it doesn’t quite meet her eyes,   but she’s trying for him.    ‘    thanks.   ’    aurora takes the clothes from his arms somewhat hastily,   and with her gaze lowered,   she says,    ‘    i’m sorry,   ’    before she disappears around the corner harry had mentioned before.   bathroom,   bathroom...    she finds the right door,   steps into the room and closes it behind her swiftly,   and the click of the lock follows instantly after.    she has to take a moment to breathe,   her back pressed against the door,   and she has to try her hardest to ignore the cleanliness ( as well as the tidiness ) of the bathroom lest it send her into another self-hating panic on top of the one she’s currently feeling.   she spends far too long in the bathroom merely composing herself,   as well as an extra minute basking in the comfort of his clothes.   so warm,   so cosy...   they’re like the furs she sleeps under at home.    when aurora is done,    she bundles up the wet clothes in her arms,   as well as harry’s hoodie,   and all that remains soaking wet are her socks.    

she glances back at her boots,  unable to carry everything,    as she cackhandedly opens the door leading back to the hallway.    when she spots harry,   it’s...    a little easier for her to smile this time,   although there’s a sickly feeling in her stomach as if she doesn’t belong.    ‘    hi,   i  ---  sorry,   i left my boots in the bathroom.   i can move them if you want.   but,   um,    could i set my clothes before the fireplace?   i’m not sure how long they’ll take to dry,   but i should be,   um,   out of your hair soon enough.    sorry.    you’re probably busy.    but your,   uh,   your clothes  ---  are they yours?   either way,   they’re really comfy.   i could fall asleep.    are they pyjamas?   ’    maybe she’s rambling a little...

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marlene

a  grand  total  of  ten  minutes  is  how  long  she  had  been  gone  from  her  ship.   only  to  come  back  and  find  james  hook  inspecting  it  like  some  buried  treasure.   she  stands  and  watches  him  for  a  moment,  knowing  he  hasn’t  spotted  her  yet.  he  doesn’t  look  any  different  from  when  she  left  him.   perhaps  a  little  more  grey.  was  his  age  finally  catching  up  to  him?   it’s  only  when  it  looks  like  he’s  about  to  step  foot  on  board  is  when  she  jumps  into  action.   “  james  hook,  don’t  you  dare  put  your  grimy  boot  on  my  spotless  deck  lest  you  want  to  lose  another  limb. “   she  raises  a  brow  as  she  walks  over  to  him  with  a  bottle  of  rum  in  hand.  it  was  her  welcome  to  auradon  gift  for  her  crew.  only  one  other  has  ever  been  on  auradon  soil  before.  “   where  are  my  favorite  hook’s?   i  haven’t  run  into  harriet  or  harry  yet.  let  me  look at  you. “   once  she’s  close  enough,  she  narrows  her  eyes  at  him  for  a  moment.  “  are  those  forehead  wrinkles,  old  man?  you  know  they  have  creams  for  those.  “   her  index  finger  taps  his  forehead  twice,  bringing a  teasing  grin  to  her  expression.  has  she  missed  messing  with  him?   hmm,   only  a  little  bit.  ft. @wickdcores

as soon as hook hears marlene’s voice,    he’s confused.   when he hears her say my deck,    he’s annoyed.     and when she teases him...    oh,    now he’s frustrated.    he grits his teeth and swats her hand away,   shooting marlene a glare.    ‘    aye,   yer spotless deck?    marlene hadleigh wit’ her own crew?    i’ll believe that when ‘a see it.   ’    he is,   perhaps,   about to see that,    but he simply cannot believe that this woman is a captain.    marlene hadn’t seemed capable of making a decision for herself until the passing of her sister,    and hook had found her vaguely annoying for it until she’d begun to grow as a person.    their new and improved relationship doesn’t mean he can’t get annoyed with her,   though,    as evidenced here.    grumpily,    hook continues,     ‘     ‘a don’t need any creams.    an’ harry’s likely wit’ his fiance.    harriet...    bloody hell,    ‘a don’t know what they get up tae these days.    but ye need tae not bloody put yer dirty hands on me,   ye mug,   ’    hook frowns,   though his voice lacks any aggression.    it’s simply a family spat,    that’s all...

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clara

     ‘at least they know how to throw a decent party, right?’ clara has barely left the bar during it, but hey, it’s something. ‘is this supposed to be our welcome wagon? sorry we threw you on a shitty isle to rot, but here have some booze. like that will make it all better.’ she rolls her eyes. ‘did you find anyone interesting?’    // @wickdcores​

‘   decent is an overstatement,   clara,   ’    aurora says almost scoldingly,   shooting her near-friend a sideways glance,    ‘    but i’ll never say no to alcohol.     especially not these little umbrellas...   ’    aurora’s eyes brighten a little as she glances down at her drink;   it’s not as big as she’s used to,   having drank pints of alcohol as often as she could,    but the umbrella makes up for it.    maybe she could make a crown out of it?    an umbrella crown...    is that tacky?    probably.    the true auradon kids probably have way more things to make clothes out of...    aurora’s already seen materials she can’t even name.    it’s clara’s question that distracts aurora,   however,    and she snorts in amusement.    ‘    i think the most interesting person i’ve met yet is this little umbrella.   i’m going to name him carl.   ’    aurora thumbs her umbrella softly,    perhaps the softest she’s been in forever.    carl is a good name for an umbrella...     aurora looks up at clara and flashes her a smile,    something aurora always feel awkward in showing.     ‘    you?    got anyone wrapped around your finger yet?   ’    yes,   the alcohol definitely has an effect.    she’s been here a significant amount of time and hasn’t hit anyone with her axe yet...    and she’s engaging in what almost seems like girl talk with clara.    is this the pinkness of the cocktails?    is this drink infused with girly juice?

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‘   gaston,   ’    aurora huffs,   clearly unimpressed.    she begins to circle him like a predator assessing its prey,    her eyes dark with something indiscernible  ---  is that anger,   or fury,   or venom,   or all three at once?    this is likely the last thing gaston jr. expected at his party tonight,   but here they are.    ‘   didn’t your daddy have enough brains to think up a better name?   or is he that proud of destroying the de bourbon legacy that he has to flaunt it in his own spawn?   ’    she wants to be nice to him,    she wants to find that part of her mother in her that she long buried,    but she can’t.  she knows belle truly loved this man’s father;   she knows that her father is the reason her mother is dead.    aurora has gone through so much that she simply cannot be kind to him as her mother would wish.     ‘    pathetic.   ’    FT.   @rosaelty​

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aurora slams down the ornate hairbrush in front of jane,    her gaze stoic as she stares across at the mischievous fairy.    it’s mal’s  ---  princess mal’s,   to be specific.   aurora had to feign wanting to get to know the bitch to get hold of it,    and sneaking around in a heavily guarded castle had not been easy.    this enchanted bath jane offers had better be fucking amazing.    ‘    here,   ’   aurora near-grunts,    ‘  your hair,   as requested.   ’    aurora’s arms fold.    ‘    so how does this thing work?    you watch me strip down and get in,   do some weird voodoo dance...?   ’    aurora’s brows rise,    her shitty attitude indicating that she wants some sort of explanation.      ‘    say yes and i might think you’re into me,   janey,   ’    she smirks.   FT.    @chaoscores​

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harry

flowers are in hand as he walks through the door clad in his auradon navy uniform. when he spots his ma, he walks over to her and places a kiss on her cheek before producing the flowers. “  guid afternoon, ma. “  is he buttering her up before he opens up about what’s bothering him?  oh, absolutely. good thing him bringing home flowers wasn’t an unusual occurrence though or else she’d be suspicious. he couldn’t, however, hide the frown that kept pulling at his lips. “ ‘ow was yer day? “  there goes that fake smile again that can only last a couple of seconds. he wasn’t going to be able to keep this up… he’s awful at keeping secrets especially from her.  “ mine was uh.. “  here come the flood gates… they’re opening and all his ma had to do was look his way. “ ok it wis terrible. ah keep thinkin’ aboot this party ah went tae last night an this lass ah met thare… “   ft. @wickdcores​

‘    harry!   ’    miriam beams,   spotting her son before the flowers  ---  she’s always this pleased to see her children return home.   it’s not often that they get to spend a lot of time together;   their entire family lead busy lives.    her eyes travel down to the bouquet as harry presses a kiss to her cheek,    her heart swelling in her chest at the gesture.    her boys treat her well...   and she raised harry well.    ‘   oh,  daisies,   my favourite.   thank you,   sweetheart.    ’    she beams up at him.    ‘    and you know how it is;   i’m just glad you’re home.   ’    with her bad leg stopping her from serving,   it can get a little lonely at home.    although miriam tries to keep herself active,    it can be difficult.    it’s then that she notices the look on harry’s face,   noticing the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.    has something happened?    she likes to think she knows her children better than the back of her hand;    spending so much time at home after the accident,    her children have been her main focus for the last few years.    she’d simply have watched harry for a while before bringing his mood up had he not mentioned it himself,    but she’s glad he’s comfortable enough to open up.    when miriam hears what’s bothering him,   she’s both pleasantly surprised and intrigued.    her harry,    stuck on a girl?    usually it’s the other way around...   miriam closes her laptop as a grin stretches across her face.    ‘    harry hook,    are you telling me you’re in love?   ’    miriam teases,   her hands wrapping around her coffee mug.    she lets out a dismissive breath,   looking a little more serious now.    ‘   go on.   i’m listening.   terrible does not sound good.     tell me everything and i’ll try to keep the teasing to a minimum.   ’   there’s a pause before  ---   ‘   do you want a drink,   sweetheart?   the food delivery came today;    we’re fully stocked on hot chocolate,    your favourite.   ’

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she feels stupid with every step she takes towards his house,   like she should be strong enough to deal with her often fluctuating emotions on her own.    but she still walks,   the rain still pours,   and she still presses the doorbell to his home when she arrives.   is she supposed to come in this way?    would throwing a stone at his window be better?    would he even hear it through the rain?    she considers turning back  ---  she looks like a drowned rat,    her hair and clothes soaked through.     she might have been raised on the isle,    but she at least has a sense of modesty and...    no,   no,   this is stupid.    harry hook,   son of an esteemed navy admiral,   will not want to deal with her,   especially in such a weak state.    the rain still lashes down hard against the stone driveway as aurora attempts to make a break for it,   beginning to jog down the front steps of the house...    but that’s when she hears the door open.    she pauses at the bottom of the steps,   awkwardly turning,    and her muddy hues meet harry’s ocean eyes.    for the longest time,   aurora stands there with her lips parted as she begs some sort of sound to slip out,   but by the time she manages to think something up,    it’s pathetic.    ‘   i...   ’    her voice is barely audible over the rain;     come on,   aurora!    ‘    i had to see you.   ’    what is she doing?    blowing her chances,    that’s what...    turn her down now,   harry hook,   it’ll save the heartbreak later down the line!    FT.   @rottncores​

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evie‌

there’s rarely a time when evie is not out and about, especially window shopping at the clothing stores. her life had gone from defeating evil curses with her best friends to fabrics and sequins and ironing out ben’s schedule conflicts in what felt like ten minutes. was this what growing up was like ? it had to happen eventually… admiring a vividly royal blue skirt, evie’s gaze snaps up at the welcome familiarity of her favorite princess. “ oh my gosh, a ! i didn’t know you were out today, or i would’ve coordinated ! ” with a quick embrace, evie is quickly in stylist mode, surveying the top with a cool efficiency. she takes mental note of the choice in color, lips quirking into a small smile at the rare chance to dress aurora in auradon’s colors. “ i think it’s gorgeous, and you should absolutely try it on. what are we thinking for bottoms ? sexy leather skirt to offset the yellow ? ooh, or a royal blue midi ? ”

aurora should’ve known that asking evie for fashion advice would see that evie goes into overload mode,   but then again,    hasn’t aurora done the same when excited?    evie says so many things that aurora can hardly keep count,   but when evie mentions leather and blue,    aurora’s nose scrunches as she grimaces.    ‘    ew!   no,   no leather.   no offence,   but i’ll only ever wear leather if it’s red...    and i’m pretty sure what i’m talking about isn’t leather at all.    you know that shiny sort of  ---  whatever.    ’    she looks back at evie from the yellow top in a way that is somewhat dismissive of the former subject,    ‘    and i might be willing to try yellow again,   e,   but there’s no way i’m going full auradon golden girl and pairing yellow with blue.    if anything...    if anything it’d be some other pastel.   or maybe some sort of yellow co-ord.    we’d have to find something to coordinate it with,   of course,   but you get my gist...    ’    or evie could make her a co-ord,   but she’s not going to suggest that.    somehow,   she thinks asking for such a thing is rude!

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