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You knew something, was wrong as soon as you stepped into the room. The others followed in after you just as on edge as you. Maleficent, The Evil Queen, Jafar, Cruella, and Gothel gathered around. Eyes sharp as they studied each one of you.

"We've received news from auradon" Maleficent started, eyes laying on mal. She instinctively straightens walking closer to her mother. “That prince, has decreed the five of you will be admitted to Auradon prep” the five of you froze quickly looking at each other before looking back at your parents.

"You five will go and overthrow that, kingdom" the Evil Queen adds, quickly fixing Evie's hair. The rest of your parents nod in agreement.

"That foolish boy has no idea what's in store" your mother muses bringing you forth. Ready to give you a few a parting words. The other parents followed suit leading their respective child away.

Your mother sat you in front of your vanity, hands gently stroking your hair. "I've raised you for this moment," she looks at you in the mirror. "You'll have that prince wrapped around your finger, and when he's yours so will be the kingdom." A large smile bloomed on your face one of the very few genuine ones you've seen.

You nod your head obediently looking into your own eyes now. Your mother taught you how to wield beauty like a blade, how to twist affection into devotion. With a simple smile you could have a man begging for your affections. She had made you a weapon. "Don't worry mother that crown will be mine" she pats your head in approval.

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The limo was white a stark contrast to the dim isle of the lost. The five of you stared at it each surveying it, Jay is the first to move sliding into it likes been in one his whole life. "They've got snacks" he calls out. To which Carlos immediately follows suit, ready to stuff his face with the fancy snacks.

Evie climbed in next, smoothing her skirt and gasping at the velvet seats. “This is nicer than the Queen’s old throne room.”

Mal followed, flipping through her spellbook. “We’re not here to enjoy it. We’re here to get the wand.”

You slid in last, settling into the corner with a graceful ease. The door shut behind you, sealing the five of you inside.

Carlos found the candy stash first. “Is this real chocolate?”

Jay grabbed a handful. “Auradon’s got everything.”

Evie squealed. “Do you think they have silk? Like actual silk?”

Mal didn’t look up. “Focus. We find the wand, we break the barrier, we bring our parents back.”The boys barely process her words stuffing their faces with candy, and Evie's excitedly jotting things down in her scketch book. So mal turns to you. “What’s your angle?”

You smiled. “Ben.”

Mal raised a brow. “You’re going to charm the prince?”

"Don't act so surprised, I've got a gift" you did truly they've all seen you charm your way into free things. This though was on a whole different scale and carlos had no problem mentioning that.

"He's a prince though, and your a villian" he deadpans as if this is news breaking information.

"Doesn't matter he'll fall" your quite confident, and even if you weren't you'd fake it because there was no room to fail. The others just nodded in agreement focus slipping onto something else. As the limo approached Auradon. You could already see the castle spires, the manicured lawns, the promise of everything they thought you couldn’t have. You were all enchanted.

The limo door opened, and you stepped out into sunlight that felt too clean. You adjusted your skirt, smoothed your hair, and let your expression soften into something deceptively sweet — a small, innocent smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

A crowd stood before you all eyes, monitoring the five of you. Most with fear others with disgust. In front though stood the prince, eyes full of hope as he extended his hand. A bright smile on his face, "Welcome to Auradon Prep, I'm Ben" his hand hangs in the air the others just staring at it.

You move toward it, mirroring his smile. “Pleasure to meet you ben,” you said, voice like velvet.

His smile faltered for half a second — not in discomfort, but in distraction. You watched it happen. Watched the way his eyes lingered on yours, the way his grip tightened just slightly before he let go. You tilted your head, still smiling. He was already off balance. Perfect. This was going to be easier than you thought.

~~

Subtlety, was a key part of manipulation, if you move to fast they get weary so you must take your time. You started small, first you learned Bens schedule, he was a fairly predictable. So planning accidental run ins was simple.

At one, he would be in the west wing, so that's where you were timing your steps you would bump into. A slight touch and a soft "sorry, I just keep getting turned around." you looked up at him eyes big and round, helpless. Mother always said boys love a damsel in distress, and of course she was right. From then on Ben walked you to class, often carrying your books.

That was only the beginning, In the cafeteria, you mirrored his choices apples, tea, the table under the oak tree. It was all to perfect, the two of you began to eat together often splitting a desert.

Its at one of those lunches that ben brings up the game. "So you excited for your first Auradon Prep Lacrosse game?" you glance at him eyelashes fluttering just enough to make his cheeks turn pink. You lean on your hand.

"I've never been one for sports but I have to say i'm excited to see you on field" bens blush grows darker. "I've heard your quite good"

"Guess you'll just have to come and see" he smile that bright smile. You nod turning back to your lunch, a smile unknowingly on your face.

Mal and Evie joined you as the three of you walked towards the field. None of you the excited to spend the next hour watching some sport you've never heard of before. "Look it's your prince" Your pulled from your thoughts eyes focusing on Ben. Whose now running up to you already dressed in his uniform.

“What,” you teased, “you want a good luck kiss?”

His eyes widened. “I—uh—” You don't wait for a reply. Instead you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek. His breath hitches, and when you pulled back, his face was flushed deeper than any warm-up could explain.

“Now go win,” you said, brushing past him. Mal and Evie following in tow.

Evies giggling as she looks back at the stunned Ben, "I think you broke him."

"I just kissed him on the cheek"

Mal smirked. “You say it’s just a kiss, but he’s still standing there like you cast a spell.”

You brush off the girls comments, trying to seem unfazed. On the inside your heart was still pounding, and you hated that it was from something as soft as a blush and a smile. You were supposed to be in control. You were supposed to be the weapon. Yet all you could think about was how desperately you want to maul the boy with kisses. No one should look that cute after a peck on the cheek.

You took your seat in the bleachers, legs crossed, chin tilted just enough to look effortless. Mal and Evie flanked you, already gossiping about the uniforms and how Jay was probably going to cheat.

Ben looked up from the field eyes finding yours instantly. He froze as he looked at you a dopey smile forming on his face. One of his teammates nudged him, and he snapped back into motion.

You smile, heart beating a little fast. This was the beginning of the end.

The rest of the game your eyes were locked on Bens form. Watching as he ran across the field. Your head tilted to the side as he took off his helmet hair damp. From sweat and for some reason it had you licking your lips. And when the game ended your one of the first to stand clapping along even as mal and Evie look at you like your a loon.

Ben looks up into the crowd teammates patting him on the back but he's focused on you. He waves quick, boyish, a little too eager. You tilted your head, lips curving. Mal elbows you.

“You’ve got him trained already.”

Evie giggled. “He’s practically wagging his tail.”

You stood, brushing off your skirt. “I’m going to congratulate him.”

Mal raised a brow. “You mean twist the knife deeper?”

You smirked. “Same thing.”

The hallway was quiet, lined with banners and golden light. the cheers from the students leaking into the hall. Your almost to the field smile growing by the second when Audrey calls out to immediately your smile falls.

“You really don’t know when to quit,” her arms are crossed, your sure she's trying to be intimidating but its failing miserably.

You roll your eyes, “Excuse me?”

She steps closer. “Ben’s mine. You don’t belong here.”

You tilted your head, letting your smile bloom slow and sharp. “Does he know that or-” you smirk as her face scrunches up.

Audrey’s jaw clenched. “Your just some villain, I'm a princess if you think you can take him away your wrong” you give her faux pitying smile tilting your head a hand on your chest as you move toward her.

"I don't think I know" she's stunned and you continue your walk but before fully leaving you turn a poisonous smile on your face. "But don't worry I'll take very good care of him"

Bens rushing towards you as soon as you step into view. "So how was your first game"

"I have to say I enjoyed it" you smirk a little tilting your head just right.

Ben’s grin widened, breath still uneven from the game, cheeks flushed and hair damp under the sun. He looked like every heroic poster boy Auradon had ever printed — and somehow, still entirely yours. “I’m glad,” he said, stepping closer. “I kept looking for you after every goal.”

You raised a brow. “Didn’t seem like you were having trouble finding me.”

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You kind of stand out.”

You tilted your head, letting your smile curl slow and deliberate. “I do try.”

Ben’s eyes flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes. “You were amazing. I mean—not playing, obviously, but… just being here.”

You stepped into his space, fingers brushing his wrist. “You want a congratory kiss?” He leans in surprising you, as he kisses you. Its short and sweet and leaves you with an uneven heartbeat.

That didn't mean you let the glare on your features fall or had your back turned on anyone for too long. With brisk steps you passed through different sections of the Isle, never staying for too long. It was only when you saw the back of someone's head whom you never thought you'd see again.

"Jay?" You slowly question, your voice hesitant in case who you thought was in front of you was an illusion or just an insanely good look-alike whom you've never seen before that day. It was only when the boy's head of long brown hair turned and a whisper of your name left his lips that you knew it was him. "What are you doing here? I thought you had gotten off this island and were at Auradon."

"Some circumstances have changed," He muttered with a coy grin, bounding his way over to you. The fast approach made you take a few small steps back, trying to put distance in between the two of you in case he decided to try something, though Jay bypassed this easily, one of his strides making up for three of yours as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. "I've missed you. We all have."

You froze immediately as you were engulfed, not expecting the embrace and hardly knowing what to call it. The feeling that arose from being trapped within Jay's arms was odd, almost comforting. That didn't matter though as you kept your arms glued to your side, not raising them to return the gesture.

"I'm sure it would've passed," You mumbled, voice gruff as you remembered what it had been like before Jay, Mal, Evie and Carlos left the Isle. How things have changed since then. Your words caused Jay to finally pull back, which you were both grateful for since the action was weak, though also longed for it to return, the simple contact something you have never experienced on the Isle evoking something within you. It must have been some trickery Auradon had taught them. "You never did say why you were here. And if you're here, I'm assuming so are the others."

"About that," Jay trailed off, hand sheepishly going to rub at the back of his neck. The action instantly had you quirking an eyebrow, never before seen such an action from the taller VK. Or former VK. "Carlos actually sent me to come and find you. We were wondering if we could use your help. Like old times-"

"What do we have here?" A taunting voice called out, cutting off the end of Jay's sentence, not that you needed to hear the rest of it to know what he was asking of you. You didn't even bat an eye to the new voice, coming well accustomed to it in the past year, more so than before Jay and his little redeemed squad had run off. "Runnin' into ya two times in a day has got ta be a good omen."

Jay's whole deemer immediately changed at not only the sight of him but also the sound. Turning an annoyed glare that held more heat than you knew Jay could still muster onto the newest arrival, Jay greeted him with a less than pleased grunt, "Hook."

Harry Hook, in all his glory, came out from the shadows he had previously lurking in so the deranged grin he was flashing could be seen by all.

"Don't sound so sad ta see me," Harry's laugh felt as if a harsh bite had sunken into you. It wasn't unwelcomed but such a stark contrast to what Jay had offered you moments ago. His eyes fell on you quickly, blue irises sucking you in as he walked closer, sealing his spot at your side as he wrapped a tight arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his side. "I was wondering when the two of yer would meet again. It was only a matter of time I suppose."

Jay's eyes locked in on the hand on your waist, Harry's fingers flexing at the sight as they curled in tighter. The sensation didn't hurt, not when you've felt it before. It was almost comforting, though in a different way to how Jay tried offering it. You weren't oblivious enough to not understand that Harry was staking his claim, however, making it known to Jay how things were running this time around.

"I didn't know the two of you had buddied up since we've been gone," Jay had to drag his eyes away from where the two of you were connected, never taking his eyes off of you as he refused to look into Harry's.

"Things have changed since you and the others were taken off the Isle," You shrugged your shoulders up as you spoke, giving it to Jay plainly. After he and the others left you were without a gang to call your own, leaving you to resort to other means of getting by. "Not all of us were whisked away to be Princesses and Princes."

"I can see that," Jay breathes out as if the words were vile on his tongue. You weren't ashamed of this. Just because you had grown closer to Harry and his crew in his and the other's absence didn't mean you were going to flip a switch now that they were back. "It was nice catching up with you. If you want to talk more, you know where to find us."

"I'll see you around Jay," You bid your farewell, surprised that Harry was able to remain as quiet as he did. Not sparing you another word, though his eyes flickered down to where Harry kept his hold on you, Jay turned away so he could make his way back to the hideout he must've come from.

"Now wasn't that a lovely chat," Harry chirped, rounding on you once Jay was out of sight. His other hand came down to your hip, resting there tightly as he slowly began to back you up. "I was just on my way to warn ya as well of Mal and her little crew's arrival. Somehow ya always beat me to it though."

"I must just be lucky at sniffing out people with pretty faces," You say, not a second later your back came in contact with the wall behind you, a small huff leaving your nose at the contact. With a cruel quirk of your lips, you bring a hand up to pass through some of his hair. "Maybe that's how I found you all those months ago."

"Cute," Harry barked out a bitter laugh, bringing his face closer to yours. Some of that bitterness seeped into his face as he looked down at you, his next words coming as a sting. "Uma doesn't want ya going near them. Who knows what they've brought from Auradon. And we all know how close ya were with them before they left."

"Good thing Uma doesn't control what I do then," You dipped your face to the side as Harry tried to trap your lips in a harsh kiss, his teeth ready to make an appearance. Instead, a kiss was left on your cheek, the pirate recoiling back once he realised. With a smirk of your own, you leaned in, trailing feather-light kisses across his neck and jaw. Your lips ghosted his skin, never staying in one spot for too long. "Though I'm sure an exception could be made if you asked nicely."

"Stay away from Jay and his friends," Harry spoke lowly, lips chasing after yours as you continued to evade him. With a raised brow, you stared at him as if you were waiting for more, leaning back so he couldn't reach you. With an eye roll from his dark eyes, an abundance of eyeliner smeared around them, he grinned out, "Please."

You waited a few moments, bringing both of your hands up to cup his face. Dragging him slowly, you brushed your lips quickly against his, muttering before finally giving him what he wanted, "I'll consider it."

“well obviously not here.” mal mumbled. evie turned around and shot her friend a warning glare before answering ben.

“we don’t know...” she looked desperately at him, her shoulders slumping slightly as she sighed.

ben held a blank stare. he looked lost, like he didn’t quite understand what he was told. “what do you mean you don’t know?” he asked, his eyes darting between each of his friends.

carlos cut in. “we’ve searched the entire campus and found no sign of her.” he looked between evie and ben as he answered, equally as worried.

“she texted me saying she was going on a walk to clear her mind. she hasn’t answered any of my calls or replied to my texts since.” evie added.

ben couldn’t decipher any thought that was going through his mind. his ears started ringing. only a couple minutes left until midnight and his girlfriend had simply vanished. his thoughts ran wild, yet they all circled back to one truth: it was all his fault.

he closed his eyes, trying to drown out the world around him, feeling a force, threatening to take advantage of his state and let loose.

evie moved without a single word, her touch light yet steady on his shoulder, taking him out of it. his chest heaved, breath catching on something he couldn’t name.

“she’s been worried sick about you, ben.” evie started, her eyes searching his face. “she really likes you, you know that? she keeps saying how she wants to talk and sort things out. it’s killing her that you’ve been pushing her away.”

ben’s heart ached at evie’s words. he knew he had hurt you. distancing himself from you was one of the hardest things he ever had to do. but at the time, he thought that he couldn’t do it any other way.

you first noticed something was possibly wrong when he would blow things out of proportion. as if he had become a perfectionist overnight, the littlest of details made him tick and kept him tossing and turning at night. it was so unlike him to act this way.

still, you let him be. ben was the most straightforward person you knew, if he ever needed help with something, he’d come to you to talk about it, the way he’s always done. at least that’s what you thought.

one weekend, while he was staying at his parents castle, something growled to no end in his bedroom. it wasn’t him— or rather he didn’t want it to be. he didn’t remember what happened that night. all he knew, was that he felt lighter afterwards. his mother had heard him, though. always being on the lookout, she ran to his room and as soon as she saw the fangs and the long nails, she knew. she’d seen this before.

ben quickly came to understand what happened that night, his father being quite helpful with filling in the blanks. he hated sharing this in common with him, though. it was basically like granting his father the right to think that they were one and the same, which ben tirelessly tried to disprove ever since he became aware of his father’s ways. he was aware that a transformation like the one he experienced could happen, being warned about it very young. however, he never thought it would happen so soon.

as he started imagining his life with this new aspect, the thought of you crept up in his mind. if he ever lost his mind in your presence and harmed you in any way, he would never forgive himself.

ensued a week and a half of ben ignoring you the best he could, missing lunch and classes, hoping he wouldn’t run into you.

at least, when he pushed you away, it was hurt that he could control. however it was wrong.

it was funny how ben had spent so long convincing himself and everyone else that he wasn’t like his father and yet, there he was, behaving just like him.

only now, you were missing and ben didn’t know what to do. were you hurt? were you still in auradon? he couldn’t protect you. the perspective of you being out there, alone? it terrified him. he had to find a solution. he had to find you.

he absentmindedly fiddled with his family ring for a bit before having the semblance of a plan. he needed to act as the leader he’d been taught to be if he wanted any kind of result. “okay, evie? i’m gonna need you to try the phone again—”

evie typed your phone number on her phone for what felt like the millionth time when mal cut ben off.

“ben we’ve already tried this.” mal sighed, “maybe it’s time we give her her space.”

ben’s voice came out strained as he snapped back at mal. he would never stop trying for you. “her space? she’s missing, mal! and i just can’t sit back and do nothing while she’s out here, possibly hurt or—” he exhaled deeply, the thought too painful to finish. his jaw was clenched tight as his eyes closed by themselves. he was doing everything in his power not to succumb to the dark forceful force within him begging him to give in, but it was getting harder as each minute passed, the last bit of composure he had slipping through his fingers.

he ran a hand through his hair, his mind torturing him with the worst case scenarios. “i CAN’T, okay??” he raised his voice in both frustration and as an attempt to quiet his mind. the three looked up at him. this wasn’t the usually calm and collected ben they knew.

he sat on the edge of a bed, burying his face in his hands as he groaned, the situation heavily weighing on him.

“i love her. and i know that pushing her away was the wrong thing to do and it ended up doing more harm than good. i thought i was keeping her safe.” he shook his head, “i should’ve been honest with her from the start but i can’t…i can’t let anything happen to her, especially not because of me.” his voice wavered again, his emotions overwhelming him.

“she’s my world, mal. i love her more than anything.” he concluded firmly as he stared into space.

evie’s gaze lifted from ben to the doorway. she couldn’t help the smirk forming on her lips. “i think she knows ben.”

“still, she deserved better than what i gave her, evie. it’s all—”

“no, ben..” evie insisted as she looked at him and back in the direction of the doorway, “she knows.”

ben looked up and followed evie’s gaze and here you were, standing in the doorway like a deer in headlights. he stood up immediately and opened his mouth to say something but the words escaped him. your presence was enough to still the storm of emotion raging inside of him.

“y/n.” his eyes never left your face as a mix of relief and trepidation washed over him. he ached to close the distance between you but he was frozen in place, only thing he could do was drink in the sight of you.

“you’re…you’re here.” ben continued.

you nodded, taking tiny tentative steps into the room. “yeah, evie called and never hung up.”

ben’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of your voice, his gaze flicking to evie. he tried to think about the implications of you hearing everything he just said but he was hypnotized by your presence and just as quickly his attention was back on you, the only person that mattered at the moment.

“you’re here…you’re okay. thank god, you’re okay.” ben didn’t trust himself to speak for much longer, opting instead to act on the feelings of raw need and lack that had been eating away at him for the past week. so without a second thought, he ran to you, and in one swift movement, he cupped your face with his hands, his lips finding yours.

the kiss was urgent and needy, a testament to the whirlwind of emotions that ben had been holding onto. his touch was desperate yet gentle, and he pulled you so close that it felt like the world around you disappeared. his only focus was you— the girl he was so desperate to protect, even if it was from himself. he needed to show you how very sorry he was, how much he ached for you.

his hands roamed over your body, holding you like he never wanted to let go of you again. the world started spinning again when he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. you could feel the profound relief in the way his arms engulfed you.

“i thought i’d lost you.” he whispered as his forehead rested on yours, his voice thick with emotion. “i’m so sorry y/n—”

carlos cut ben off to say that evie, mal and him would leave you to reunite in private. which, of course, left a very confused mal to whisper things like isn’t it our dorm? why should we leave? while evie was dragging her on their way out.

you rubbed circles on his wrists with your thumbs, thinking about what you would say to him. after your long walk, you had come back with a clearer head. your mind was no longer clouded by your sadness or anger. for the past week or so, you thought that you’d lost your boyfriend and evie’s call only proved that he was still there, he just needed some help.

“i just want to know if you meant what you said to mal.” you simply said.

ben pulled away just enough to look into your eyes. he understood that you needed reassurance, that the uncertainty had been eating at you just as much as it had been eating at him. he used his index finger to make you look at him, his voice soft and sincere.

“i meant every word. i’ve been trying to tell you for a while, but i was scared. most of all, i was stupid." he paused, gathering his thoughts. his eyes never once left yours though, he was continuously boring into them. “i messed up, big time. i thought the only way i could protect you was by keeping you away from me.” ben took a deep breath before speaking again, his voice firm yet soft, “i was scared, scared that i’d lose you, scared that i’d hurt you. but i realize now that i should’ve told you everything. and for that, i am so, so sorry.”

ben took a deep breath before carrying on.

"i love you, more deeply than i ever thought i could love someone. and when i thought that i had lost you tonight i—" the emotions threatened to overwhelm him once again when he thought about it. when his breath came out shaky and you noticed it, you took his face in your hands, so he would focus on your words.

“then i don’t need to know anything else, ben. i’m here for you and i know we’ll get through this if you love me, and i love you.”

your words acted as a soothing balm on ben’s worried mind, miraculously ending the battle he’d been fighting against himself. with a relieved sigh, ben pulled you close once again. you were his peace, the secret to keeping it all together.

“you’re right, and i promise, no more secrets and no more shutting you out. i’m not letting you go ever again.” he whispered, his forehead against yours.

the night continued with quiet yet heartfelt talks, expressing feelings that had longed to be spoken aloud. ben finally told you about the night at the castle, his fears and his hopes. and you didn’t run away immediately like he thought you would. no, you stayed and made a promise to help him embrace this side of him.