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Heard agreed to sit for an interview in “Silenced,” the first film she’s appeared in since 2023’s “Aquaman and the Lost Kingdom.” The actress was clear about her motives in joining the production.

He is played obviously camp and dramatic, for a start, and there is the aforementioned "hate your hair/not likely/yikes yikes yikes/let me guess you have a great personality" summary dismissal of all his potential brides. Then he spends dinner asking Yzma about Kronk ("so he seems nice? He's what, in his late twenties?") and otherwise being slightly obsessed with him.

Then there is the whole Adventure of Doom with Pacha, him being ever huffy about the Kiss of Life, and then the restaurant gag where Kuzco takes to playing Pacha's fake wife and dressing up in ladies' clothing with great gusto (reinforced by the waitress' "bless you for coming out in public" remark when Pacha says they're on their honeymoon). Then when he is finally de-llamafied, we don't see him paired off with the obligatory girl from the lineup earlier, as might otherwise be expected in a Disney movie. Instead he is still single, but goes to found family it up with Pacha, Chica, Kronk, etc, which dare we remark is a very queer trope.

In short, I have no idea how a Disney movie with no white people (all the characters are Indigenous/people of color), a gay king, cross-dressing jokes, and the most offbeat plot of all time actually ever got made (can you imagine the Family Friendly Mouse doing that today? Let us also talk about Kronk because he is a brilliant deconstruction of both toxic masculinity and the musclebound henchman stereotype.) Other than that this was the Chaos Hour of animated movies in the late 90s/early 2000s, and yes.

Please, read this article if you have some time. This story is wild, and involves directors being pitted against each other Bake-Off style and a shockingly intimate documentary created by the wife of Sting who, himself was heartbroken by the decimation of the songs he wrote for the film including cutting a fantastic Yzma villain song sung by Eartha Kitt that is SO DAMN GOOD but would not ever have fit the more nailed-down Yzma we would eventually come to know and love. It’s so catchy though, I’m doubling up on calls to action but please listen now:

“A Fragment out of Time”, published in 1974. Kirk / Spock. page 1 page 2

My late Christmas gift for @brokengem. Sorry I have no time management skills, but it’s here now!

And big shout out to @descendantssecretsanta for organizing this whole thing! So much new content has been added and it’s all thanks to you, love!

Summary: The Sea Three all have giant crushes on Evie and are trying to make it known. Too bad it never goes as planned.

Obviously, Harry will be the one to bring in the lovely princess to their love triangle-turned-square. He’s more suave than Gil, prettier than Uma (not that Harry says it to her face) and he’s an overall gentleman. When he wants to be.

And Evie Grimhilde makes him want to be.

He’s head-over-heels, wonderfully, crazily, shout-it-from-the-rooftops in love with Uma and Gil. Harry would gladly lay down his life for both of them, maybe even give up his hook for them. He can express that openly in Auradon. Harry never thought he would want to, but he does.

In Auradon, there are no more turf wars. Uma and Mal have found a solid understand: they both pretend like the other doesn’t exist. How anyone could ignore Uma was beyond Harry, but Mal has always been a little strange like that.

But it means that the Sea Three and the Rotten Four are…not enemies. Uma weaves little braids into Carlos’ hair sometimes when he tutors Gil. Jay and Gil are on the tourney team together. Harry and Mal have even had civil conversations about the best way to sharpen a knife.

Most importantly, it makes Evie fair game.

“Good evening, Princess,” Harry purrs as he slips into the seat easily. “How’re ya this fine evening?”

Evie looks up from her magazine, but doesn’t jump. She must have been aware of his presence for a while now.

Harry likes that. She fits into Auradon like a puzzle piece while the dirt of the Isle is still clinging to her boots.

“Hello, Harry,” Evie bats her eyelashes just shy of being flirty and smiles politely at him. “What are you up to?” Her magazine is open to a fashion page, little circles around all the pink clothing and smaller hearts on the edge. She’s got her own successful side business going, that’s right, fully prepared to take on the world.

“Just appreciatin’ a sight more beautiful than the ocean at night.” He leans on his elbows and bats his eyelashes way past flirty, probably bordering on the realm of creepy.

But Evie just quirks a brow. “I don’t think Uma’s here though.” She teases.

“Ya think Uma’s beautiful?” Hades help him, this is a sign! Any person who adores Uma should be with them.

Especially since Uma first brought up the idea of claiming Evie. Harry wondered if Uma was ever lonely being the only girl in their trio, but she seemed to genuinely respect Evie.

“I would hope that’s what you meant seeing as she’s your girlfriend.” Evie’s smile disappears and her tone takes on a bite that Harry shivers over.

He opens his mouth, but Evie raises a hand.

“Yours and Gil’s. Sorry.” She clears her throat. “I know he’s a part of it too and you would never leave him out. He’s so sweet.”

“Ya think so?” Evil, she’ll fit in perfectly!

“I really do.” Evie smiles and it’s gone in an instant. “You should be a little more appreciative of them.” She points a finger in his face, then slams her books shut. Evie is out of her chair and out of the library before Harry can pull his thoughts together.

—

Seducing a woman is a woman’s job, obviously.

Uma raps on the door sharply, nice dress in tow. The new king feels so bad about everything that he buys them whatever they want and if Uma bought a dress that’s just a little too big, well it’s a good thing Auradon Prep has a seamstress on hand.

The door swings open and, oh joy, it’s-.

“Mal.”

“Uma.”

As much as she hates to say it (not that she ever does out loud), Uma respects Mal. It takes a shit ton of effort to be the most feared kid on the Isle. Uma knows Maleficent is a mean bitch, just like Ursula, and never made it easy for Mal. Plus, once Mal got her head out of her ass, she proved to be one of the best people in getting more kids off the Isle.

And, like it or not, she’s best friends with Evie. Uma will play nice.

“Is your roommate around?” Uma drums her fingers on the hanger which holds her dress. “I’m hoping to get in for a fitting.”

“I think it’s by appoi-.”

“Fitting!?”

Uma perks up as she hears Evie’s voice on the other side of the door and suddenly, her lit up face is beside Mal’s.

“Hi, Evie,” Uma says with a small smile. “Any chance you can fit me in?”

“Of course.” Evie says so graciously and opens up the door to the room. “Come on in.”

This room is the same as what Uma shares with CJ. Open and spacious and soft and making her feel so inferior. Like she’s not meant to touch the plush carpet or the fluffy bed. Like Uma isn’t truly meant to be in Auradon.

But she is. She’s meant to be here. And a lot of it is thanks to Evie.

When Mal’s gang returned to the Isle, Mal looked back with pride and remembered who she was, who she is. Carlos looked back with fear, Jay looked back with excitement.

Evie looked back and saw the problem. She saw the disease and the crime and the pain and she put her foot down to Ben. She demanded more kids, no matter what they had done, to get the same opportunity.

Uma hated to feel indebted to someone on Mal’s crew, but Evie never held it over her. In fact, Evie made her work. Evie sought Uma’s help, Gil’s and Harry’s too, with bringing over more Isle kids. Who needed it first? Whose parents would put up a fight? What did they need?

When she looked at Auradon, Uma felt small and tiny and like she was a charity case, but with Evie, Uma felt like she worked her payment off and showed she should be here.

In a matter of minutes, Uma steps out of the bathroom with the dress on. It’s not a thing she actually cares about, just a way to get to the princess.

(Though, she had tried it on in the store and Gil had said she was beautiful and Harry couldn’t stop staring and Uma felt her face burn under their attention.)

“Up there.” Evie gestures to a little platform tucked off to the side of the room. She is busy cleaning off her desk. “This dress for Audrey is taking longer than I thought.” Evie huffs, but turns to Uma happily and approaches the platform. “Let me see…”

Uma notices the quiet of the room. “No Mal?”

Evie shakes her head. “No, she has extra lessons with Fairy Godmother.”

“It’s just the two of us, then?”

“Mm-hmm. Turn this way.”

Uma grins down at Evie, plot forming already. “You’ve got real talent for this, you know.”

Evie laughs. “The one good thing that came from the Evil Queen, I guess.”

“Well, she made you. So two good things.”

Uma thinks that was pretty damn smooth, but Evie freezes for a moment.

“Relax, princess. I’m just being nice.”

Evie hums and looks up from where she’s pinning the dress. “So…what’s the deal with you and Gil and Harry? You three are still…doing fine?”

Maybe she has an interest in the three of them, Uma hopes. “Yeah. The boys and I are good. They need someone to keep them from killing themselves and I need someone to keep me from killing others.” Uma shrugs. “We’re stronger than ever since we came to Auradon.”

“I understand that. If I didn’t have Mal and the boys with me…” Evie trails off. “I think I would have gone crazy.”

“The Core Four still as tight as ever?” Uma nonchalantly pries.

“Tighter, actually.” Evie smiles as she uses a paper ruler against Uma’s legs. “I mean, we’re learning that other people aren’t so bad. Jay is loving his tourney teammates, Carlos is hanging off Jane like crazy. Mal joined the art club.” Evie sighs fondly. “We’re growing, expanding. But we still have days where we just need each other.”

Uma reaches down and runs her fingers through Evie’s hair. “Well, if you’re ever looking for company, you can come by my room any time.”

Evie, again, freezes. She seems to consider the offer in her head before…

“I don’t know if you and Harry and Gil have like an open relationship or something,” she says boldly, instead of whispering it like some shameful secret in the halls of Auradon Prep, “but I do not.” Evie stands and brushes her hands. “Leave the dress here, I’ll mend it in a few days,” and pushes Uma toward the bathroom once more.

—

Uma and Harry are obviously the most amazing people in the world, but there is a lot Gil likes about Evie. She’s pretty and nice and always says hi to him in the halls. She treats him like he’s smart and knows just as much as anyone else.

“Say it again, Harry. What did she say about me? She really said I was sweet?”

Harry groans and grabs the pillow behind him to place it over Gil’s face, which is residing in his lap. “I struck out, so did Uma. We gotta try again.”

“I’ll do it!” Gil shots up and grins. “She thinks I’m sweet!”

“She also thinks Uma is pretty, but that didn’t help.”

Gil turns to him. “Maybe she was just so nervous-. Shit. I’m late!” Gil scrambles off the bed in a hurry. “I gotta meet Carlos in like 5 minutes for our study session!”

Harry scoffs. “What a waste of time.” Nevertheless, Gil kisses him quickly before he runs out of the door.

Really, Gil doesn’t need to rush. Jay and Carlos are only on the floor below him and Harry. But Gil runs down the stairs and skids to a stop in front of Carlos’ room. He’s about to knock when the door swings open.

“Hi Evie!”

Gil gets that tickling feeling in his stomach. The same feeling when Uma wore her new dress and when Harry wakes up in the morning with bed head.

“Hello Gil.” Evie smiles at him, all warm and sweet and gentle.

“Do you not like Harry and Uma?”

Evie blinks and raises her eyebrows. “What? Of course I do. I’m glad they’re here, all of you. Why would you ask that?”

Gil shrugs and waves to Carlos, who is pacing in the room behind her. “Because Harry and Uma both like you, but they said you don’t seem to like them back. Harry and Uma are pretty great. So are you.”

“Listen, Gil, I’m not really sure what it is you guys have…”

“We all like you and want you to join in.”

Evie’s eyebrows raise even higher. “Wh… What?”

Gil grins and nods eagerly. “Like you and me and Harry and Uma. All of us together. With love and hand holding and stuff.”

“Oh.” Evie turns red and it looks silly when compared with the blue of her hair, but Gil still thinks she looks very pretty.

“Yeah. I know you said no when they asked, but Harry and Uma are great. Do you want date all three of us? Because you’re the prettiest girl Harry and I have ever seen. Except for Uma. Harry’s pretty too. All of you are really pretty.”

Evie bites her lip and tilts her head. She reaches up to cup his cheek. “Oh, Gil. In another universe, I think you would have swept me off my feet.”

He beams.

“But I’m…with someone myself. And it’s not open like you three have.” Evie removes her hand. “You and Uma and Harry all love each other, but she and I…are just us.”

“Oh.” Gil’s shoulder drop. “Well I hope you’re really happy because you deserve to be happy, Evie. And if you ever change your mind, Harry and me and Uma would make you really happy too.”

“I’m sure you would.” She says and smiles at him. “But you have a study date with Carlos. And,” Evie crooks a finger at Gil and he leans closer to her. “Could you make Carlos feel good about himself? He’s meeting Jane’s dad tomorrow and he’s really nervous.” She whispers.

Gil nods. “Anything for you, Evie!”

—

Evie is about half way through the latest issue of Fairest (who would have expected jean jackets to make a comeback?), when she the door opens. She grins. “Hello, beautiful.”

“Hi, babe.” Audrey says as she closes the door behind her and hangs up her jacket. “What have you been up to all weekend?”

“A kind of crazy story, but…” Evie slips off the bed and grabs a wrapped bundle off the desk. “Happy early birthday.”

“It’s not for another two weeks,” Audrey protests, but accepts the gift nonetheless. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I didn’t.” Evie reassures. “Just open it.”

Audrey does so, carefully peeling back the paper and revealing a lovely pink dress. “Evie!” She holds it up and admires the design. “Where did you get this?”

“I made it.” Evie says bashfully, twisting one of her curls. “Do you li-?”

“I love it.” Audrey says, reaching for hand. “This is beautiful.”

“I studied that magazine you like, Enchanted? I got all kinds of inspiration for it.”

Audrey clutches the dress (and oh, it’s so soft!) and pulls Evie to her, kissing her lips. “You never cease to amaze me.”

Evie kisses her again. “I’m glad you like it.”

Together, they find their way to Audrey’s bed and snuggle side by side.

“So…” Audrey says as she kisses each of Evie’s fingers. “Tell me about this crazy weekend?”

Brokengem, I tried to combine a couple different pairings in here and I hope it doesn’t seem too clustered! Originally, this was going to be Evie/Jane (aka, the couple I thought no one had done before), but I know you like Janelos too, so I gave her to Carlos :)

because it’s a puzzle no one else will ever arrange the same way as you.

because there are ideas that simply won’t come to you until you write down the wrong words.

because all the bad scenes are the bones of the wonderful scenes.

because someone will love it: someone will read it once, and twice, and thrice; someone will ramble to you about the complexity of it; someone will doodle your characters out of love; someone will find it in exactly what they were looking for with or without knowing it.

because they have things to say, your characters. they’ve told you all those secrets and they have more to tell you, if you will listen.

because you love it even when you don’t; even when it drives you mad or when it accidentally turns into apathy; even when you think you’re doing it all wrong; you love it, and it loves you back.

I put this prompt off for a while because I was avoiding D3 for a bit (kept crying too much), but I finally sat down and re-watched that scene. I just watched for a minute or two, so sorry if I missed the context of this scene.

Harry and Carlos are just the cutest. Maybe not my OTP, but the cutest.

–

Forests are nice. Carlos likes the forest. It’s quite and calm and full of little surprises and natural beauty that still amazes him after his year in Auradon.

The little noises aren’t enough to cover any sound Ben would be making, so Carlos whistles back to the birds and watches squirrels chase each other around a tree.

“Ben?” He calls once he remembers that, oh yeah, Audrey is psycho and everyone has fallen asleep. “Ben!”

“Hello there,” a voice calls out from behind him and Carlos jumps around to see Harry Hook, “mah little duckling.”

“Hook?” Carlos crinkles his nose. “What are you doing?” ‘I didn’t know you could leave Uma’s side,’ almost leaves his lips, but Carlos has to play nice. Uma and her crew are helping them and it wouldn’t do to antagonize Harry. “What did you just call me?”

Harry grins and saunters closer, reaching out to run his hook down Carlos’ arm. “I called ya mah little duckling.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Uma told me ta come help ya.” Harry walks in circles around Carlos, his grin never fading. “Keep ya company. Look for Ben with ya. Protect ya out here in the big, scary woods.”

Carlos jumps back and points over Harry’s shoulder. “Look out!” He cries and stumbles back. “A chipmunk!”

Harry barely casts a look over his shoulder before he runs, cowering behind Carlos with his hook held out in front of them. “What is it?” He demands as he clutches Carlos’ shirt. “What’s a chipmunk? Where did it go?”

“That’s a chipmunk.” Carlos swats Harry away and points at the little furry creature scampering up a tree.

“Is it dangerous?”

“No. That was my point.” Carlos turns around to face Harry, who is still eyeing everything suspiciously. “I don’t need you out here to ‘protect’ me. The woods aren’t scary, I’m not a coward and I know more about this area than you do.” Carlos counts his points on his fingers just to be irritating.

Harry finally stands up straight and brushes himself off. He doesn’t look the least bit embarrassed, Carlos is disappointed to note. “Fine. I came because I wanted to, duckling.”

First, it had been Jay on the bridge. Then, it was Evie in the castle. Harry was even flirting with Uma and Gil the last time Carlos saw him. It didn’t mean anything.

At least, that’s what Carlos was telling himself as his face burned. “Whatever. Come on. Help me find Ben. You remember what he looks like, right?”

“His face and Mal’s are plastered all over the Isle.” Harry sings with fake fondness. “I see his face when I’m sleeping.”

“You could be seeing worse.” Carlos reminds him shortly as they walk. He knows there’s still tons of people on the Isle who don’t like Ben or Auradon, but Ben is his nice and Carlos knows about things like friendship and loyalty and defending people now.

“Aww, don’t be mad at me, duckling.” Harry throws an arm over Carlos’ shoulder. “I only meant I wish it was yar face in mah dreams instead.”

Carlos shakes Harry’s arm off. “Real cute, Hook.”

“Call me Harry, duckling, please.”

“Call me Carlos, Hook, please.”

Harry laughs and Carlos ignore the little tingle in his stomach. With Mal becoming queen and Evie running her business and Jay packing for Sherwood, his friends haven’t had much time for him. Carlos isn’t mad in the slightest, he’s more proud of them all than he can ever see, even in Auradon, but he misses having someone’s full attention on him.

“How about ya and me catch up after this, hmm?” Harry wraps his arm over Carlos’ shoulder again.

“After we find Ben? Or after we get back Maleficent’s scepter? Or after we wake everyone up?”

“We could ignore all o’ that and catch up now, if ya wanted.” Harry steps in front of Carlos, forcing him to stop. His arm slide from Carlos’ shoulders to cup his face. “Out o’ all the beautiful things I’ve seen in Auradon.” Harry’s thumb trace Carlos’ bottom lip. “You’ve gotta be the prettiest.”

Carlos can feel the tips of his ears burn. He shies away, looking down at his feet. “You’re such a flirt.”

“How could I be around something so sweet and not want a taste?” He cups Carlos’ chin and forces his head up.

Is the forest spinning? Or is it just him?

“You know what?” Carlos pulls away from Harry and shrugs nonchalantly. “You find the king and we can catch up…however you want?”

Harry’s eyes light up. “Really, now?” He immediately turns away and begins a quick jog, looking left and right. “Ben? Here, boy!” Harry puts his fingers to his lip and whistles. “Benny! Where are ya?”