#descendants insert reader

Word Count: 586 Warnings/Notes: n/a Summary: The Reader is enjoying a quiet spot at Merlin’s Academy. While they are busy reading, Hades shows up.

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  Absolute silence. A rarity at Merlin’s Academy as it hosted a flood of students. From royalty to ordinary citizen and beyond, everyone was welcome to learn.   Outside, you found yourself relishing in the absence of the usual chatter. In the shade of one of the small hallways, arching between the courtyard and the indoors, you read a book. The bench you were sitting on was not the least bit comfortable, but you did your best to ignore it. For the chance to catch up on a book that you had been craving to read all day? You took it.

(A/N: A collaborative piece between @where-dreamers-go and @ivorydragoness44 for an insert reader who is headmaster Merlin’s kid attending Merlin Academy. A little moment between classes where friends and everyone in between could interact. Warnings: None. Word Count: 642 words)

A dazzling blue sky day and fresh air greeted you as you stepped outdoors. Another class completed. A few minutes were allotted before the next and you took the opportunity wholeheartedly.

Your mind needed the break as much as you needed to stretch your legs.

Rounding a corner, you caught sight of pink and blue. Familiarity struck your mind.

At it again, you thought while spotting well-decorated baked goods on a tray. Where does she find the time? There was no lying to be had, they looked delicious.

Bridget, with enough kindness to spread across all the lands, was offering dessert to Uliana. It was not the first time either. You highly doubted it would be the last.

Expressions were bright, but the other young villains approached with alarming eagerness. Mischief in tow.

Ella stood firm by her friend. Defensive position, perhaps? Or unyielding loyalty?

No time to act like the present, you thought as you walked over. Silent support. No confrontations. Strength in numbers. Keeping positivity up was an easy disguise of reminders not to go against the family rules. No headmaster’s office trip equals no grounding.

Bridget glanced over to you in minor surprise. Her signature smile widened.

Keep things friendly. Neutral.

All was such for a moment.

An even more familiar presence stepped into your personal space to greet you with glowing eyes. “Are you here for the sweet treats?” Morgie asked with an open-mouthed grin. A teasing challenge.

You could feel the others’ gazes on you then.

“They’re always welcome to have one.” Bridget stated kindly, trying to keep the peace.

But you couldn’t resist an opportunity to play. If only just a little.

Turning directly to Morgie, you let your eyes shine with your own magic and inquired in a near whisper, “Is that why you’re right here?”

You both stood there a long moment. Two magic users staring intently. Locked in the start of a challenge.

Bridget giggled, “He’s blushing.”

Everyone’s focus landed on the boy in front of you.

You blinked.

Indeed, Morgie’s cheeks were flushed, and the glowing of his eyes faded with the self realization.

That’s new.

He tore his gaze from yours and pulled at his scarf, as if it was suddenly too tight.

Laughter erupted behind him as the villains took a look at their companion. They were no less bewildered than he was.

“Just warming up?” Hook smirked and threw his arm around Morgie.

The blush crept to Morgie’s neck and ears.

Again, you were struck with another layer of surprise.

What’s happening?

A dramatic groan escaped Uliana as she rolled her eyes.

In a manner of a few seconds, decorated desserts were snatched and the villains left as fast as they appeared.

Calm surrounded the three of you in the abrupt quiet.

“That was unexpected,” Ella voiced with a hint of disbelief.

“Agreed.” You watched as Morgie was lead away and out of sight.

“Especially you.” Bridget pivoted on the spot.

You threw your hands up defensively. “I wasn’t trying to start trouble. I promise.”

“Morgie was.” Ella crossed her arms.

Her friend smirked and added, “Not that kind of trouble.” Bridget glanced at you again.

“What are you getting at?” You asked, brows furrowing in the slightest.

“Maybe magic is in the air and Morgie…felt something.” A knowing smile followed her words, encouraging and sweet.

“Heh, uh, I don’t think — no. Not that.”

She nodded, pink curls bouncing.

“Then he must have bumped his head and forgot I’m the headmaster’s kid.”

“He’s bad news.” Ella stated simply.

“Morgie’s…” You couldn’t form the sentence. No words pulling negatively toward the boy could be uttered. Your shoulders dropped.

Oh, no. You thought as your stomach fluttered.

“I need to get to class.” Hastily, you raced out of the courtyard with a rush of conflicting emotions and thoughts.

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Word Count: 553 Warnings/Notes: Chad being Chad, and a protective Jay. This takes place just after the events of the first Descendants movie. Summary: The Reader minding their own business when Chad approaches them about being too friendly and accepting of the VKs.

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  Another day at Auradon Prep, and another visit to your locker between classes. All in all, it was a pleasant day outside. It was only partly cloudy as the sun shined down over the spacious green grounds.   As you closed your locker securely, a student strode over. With their varsity jacket and princely pastels, there was no question to who it was.   “You’ve been spending a lot of time with those villain kids,” commented Chad Charming, coming to a stop in front of you.   “Good morning to you too, Chad,” you smiled, hoping to turn the conversation elsewhere.   His face crinkled in his concentration. “You know what I mean,” he tossed his hand to the side. “You’ve been getting really close really fast with them. Like…I know they chose good and all, but…”   A frown pulled down at your lips, seeing as his eyes rolled at the thought. “The last time I checked, I could make my own decisions and befriend whoever I want. Not that you would know,” you scoffed. “Like, since when do we ever talk? You were always with Ben and Audrey.”   “Yeah…well-” he put his hands on his hips in thought.