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ă»â„ă» In which, reader doubts herself on if sheâs good enough to be Queen of Auradonâa few days after Ben proposedâand he reassures her thatâs she perfect.
Pairings: bf!King Ben and Vk!gf! reader
Genre: fluff, smut
Warnings: Not Edited! smut, insecurityâs, cursing, praise kink, soft sex, soft dom, p in v, unprotected sex (thatâs a no no!), pet names like baby and princess, my horrible punctuation, I believe thatâs all, Iâm so sorry if I missed any!
You sit there, fidgeting with the gorgeous diamond ring on your finger, wondering what happens next. Are you good enough to be Queen of Auradon? Youâre just a Vk. The daughter of a murder, The Queen of Hearts in fact. What if Auradon hates you? What if you ruin Benâs reputation?
You see how worried Ben is for you, and you hate yourself for making him worry, but you canât lie to him. You wonât. At the start of the relationship you both promised to be completely honest. You turn to Ben, looking up at him with glossy eyes.
âBen what if I canât do it? What if Iâm not cut out to be Queen? I canât ruin your reputation. I mean Iâm the daughter of The Queen of Hearts, sheâs horrible. What if people think Iâm just like her?â You confess.
Ben looks at you sadly. Heâs hates that youâve been doubting yourself, but he hates himself even more for not noticing sooner. He sits down next to you, placing his hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing your thigh gently to calm you down.
âI want you to listen to me carefully, ok baby?â
You nod, âok.â
âYou are going to be the best damn Queen Auradon has ever seen. Your past or your roots does not determine who you are today. You are nothing like your mother.â
âBut-â
âYou are the sweetest and most innocent soul here. Everyone knows who you really are, and if anyone ever has the audacity to say something about you, they can say it to me and I will deal with them. You will never be like your mother, I promise you that.â
A tear rolls down your face. What did you ever do to deserve him?
âI love you so much. I donât know how you only see the best in me.â
Ben smiles, âI love you princess, more than youâll ever know. Youâre my red queen and I will always love everything about you, including your past.â
You smile and donât waste anytime smashing your lips against his. He lets out a soft groan into the kiss, grabbing your waist and making you straddle him. The two of you continue your passionate kiss for a while longer before pulling back for air.
You pant softly before wrapping your arms around the back of Benâs neck, and flipping you two over so youâre laying on the bed and heâs on top of you. Ben smirks before kissing you again while his fingers trail up your thighs.
You let out a soft moan before Ben pulls away from the kiss and takes of your dress, throwing it onto the floor.
âGod youâre so beautiful.â
He starts placing gentle kiss all over your body, trailing down to the edge of your underwear before gently pulling them down.
You let out a soft whimper when the cold air touches your wet cunt. You take off your bra before unbuckling Benâs belt. Ben groans as he watches you, not wasting any time he quickly strips himself of his clothes.
You bite your lip as your eyes rake his naked body. You canât believe thatâs all yours. You pull him down for a kiss, which he passionately returns.
You can feel his tip nudging your entrance as he runs it up and down your wet fold, making a moan slip past your lips as he pull away to properly align himself.
He kisses up your neck, up to your ear to whisper,
âAre you ready, princess?â
You whine, âPlease Ben I need you.â
Once he hears those words he gently starts to push himself into your tight cunt until heâs all the way in, which makes you throw your head back with a moan.
He lets you adjust to his size before gently thrusting into you. He keeps a slow but deep pace which brings you even more pleasure.
âFuck baby, you feel so good.â
His grunts drive you crazy as you clench around him, making let out a moan. His thrust hit every spot that makes you see stars, while his tip brushes you g spot making arch your back.
Ben starts kissing your neck, sucking on your sweet spot, adding on more to your pleasure.
âYes, yes! Right there!â
Your moans make him smirk into your neck as he thrusts up, hitting deeper. You shut your eyes as your body starts to shake with pleasure.
âAre you close baby?â
Ben whispers, his breath hitting your neck, making you moan. All you can do is nod. At that nod Ben starts to thrust a little faster, but still going at a slow pace.
âYour doing so good for me princess.â
All you can do is let out moans. Youâre so close and Ben knows that. His fingers trail down your stomach and start toying with your clit gently, to help you reach your climax.
Your jaw goes slack when his fingers circle your sensitive bud. Thatâs all yours needed to help you over the edge. Your body starts trembling, your nails dig into Benâs back, as your orgasm washes over you, making you clench violently around Ben.
Ben lets out louder moans as your clenching brings him to his peak. He spills inside you, gently thrusting to prolong both of yours pleasure.
Once you both come down from your highs, he gently pulls out of you, a stream of his cum slipping down your cunt as he does so, which makes him smirk.
He gently moves a strand of your hair off your face before kissing you tenderly.
âI love you so much princess.â
âI love you too baby.â
He helps you under the covers, pulling you close as you lay your head on his chest, hearing his heart beat. The only thing that can be heard in the room is both of you catching your breath.
Authors Note: Hi guys! New story! I hope you guys like this one. I really like this one I think itâs cute! Iâm trying to get better at smut so let me know how I did! If you noticed I linked the ring and dress in the story so you guys can see what Iâm picturing. If you donât like it you can obviously picture something else! đ€
One of the things I really like about Descendants is the little acts of care we see between the characters- Evie seems actually excited to get out of there as soon as possible, but as soon as she hears Cruella shouting at him, she holds the car door open for Carlos and looks back to check on him. She makes sure he gets in the car first (that white blur in the fourth photo is Carlos' hair lol) and then gets in after him as quick as possible- doing all she can to make sure his mom doesn't get to him.
It's one of those blink-and-you'll-miss-it moments but it really works well to show how the VKs care about each other (specifically Evie to Carlos here).
Bridget and Chad are shining examples of overcompensating in your parenting, Ella didnât want her kids to feel unappreciated or like their kindness wasnât a gift and so rewarded them, Chad then evidently became spoiled and a mamaâs boy charicature who thinks the world revolves around him and everyone loves him as much as his parents do. And Chloe is the opposite where she expects a certain standard from everyone, upon a 2 second encounter with Red she already decided she was cruel and evil because not everyone is super kind at face value.
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(The scene opens not in the sun-drenched halls of Auradon Prep, but in the dim, perpetually twilight hold of the Isle of the Lost. The air is thick with the scent of damp stone, stale seawater, and something else: a complex, layered aroma of four distinct Alphas and one, softer, sweeter note that binds them all together.)
Her name was Nyx, and she was theirs. Had been since the first time a scrawny, six-year-old Carlos De Vil, smelling of ozone and wet dog, had shoved a pilfered apple into her hands with a grunt, his small body trembling with the instinct to provide. Since a fierce, pint-sized Jay, scent like sun-warmed sand and stolen spices, had stood in front of her, baring his baby teeth at a Bargain Castle lackey whoâd looked at her for too long. Since Evie, even then a vision in patched-up blue, had begun tailoring scraps of fabric to fit Nyxâs smaller frame, her scent of cold cream and ambition a constant, soothing presence. And since Mal, all sharp edges and dragon-scale green, had carved a crude âMâ into the rusted metal above their hideout, declaring in a voice that brooked no argument, âSheâs ours. Our Omega. Our heart. Anyone touches her, they answer to me.â
They were a pack forged in grime and survival. Nyx was the soft center they all orbited, the calm to their storms. She was, in many ways, the stereotype: petite, with a gentle demeanor, nurturing to a fault, her scent a comforting blend of night-blooming jasmine and warm milkâa shocking tenderness amidst the Isleâs rot. And they had claimed her, thoroughly. Not just with words, but with marks. The claiming bite on her neck, right over her scent gland, was a collective masterpieceâfour overlapping sets of teeth marks, a permanent, painful brand of belonging from each of her Alphas. They scented her constantly. A nuzzle from Carlos after heâd been tinkering, leaving the sharp tang of metal and static in her hair. Jay draping an arm around her shoulders, his possessive, earthy scent enveloping her. Evie kissing her temple, the floral notes of her perfume mingling with Nyxâs own. Mal, most possessive of all, would often grip Nyxâs chin, rub her wrist firmly over Nyxâs scent glands on her neck, rewriting the air around her with the dominant, smoky-green signature of a dragonâs heir. Mine. Ours.
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The Night Before Auradon
The night before Benâs limo arrived, the pack was a knot of tension in their loft. The unknown was an enemy they couldnât fight with fists or tricks. âI donât like it,â Mal growled, pacing like a caged panther, her scent spiking with aggression. âItâs an opportunity, Mal,â Evie reasoned, though her own scent betrayed her anxiety. Nyx sat curled on a moth-eaten couch, a silent ball of worry. The stress must have leaked into her scentâa sour note of fear cutting through the jasmine. It acted like a magnet.
Carlos was there first, kneeling before her, pressing his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. âShhh, pretty girl. Weâre here.â His tongue swiped a hot, wet stripe over her claiming mark, a grounding, intimate gesture that made her shiver.
Then Jay was behind her, his broad chest against her back, his arms wrapping around her waist. âNo oneâs taking anything from us, Nyxie.â His teeth grazed the shell of her ear, a promise and a threat. His hands slid under her threadbare shirt, calloused palms skating over the soft skin of her stomach, leaving trails of fire.
Evie joined, displacing Carlos to cradle Nyxâs face. âYou are the most precious thing in this world,â she murmured, her lips a breath away from Nyxâs. âOur beautiful Omega.â She captured Nyxâs mouth in a deep, searching kiss, all silken persuasion and dominant need.
Mal watched for a moment, eyes blazing with violet intensity, before she stalked over. She didnât ask. She simply took Nyxâs wrist from Jayâs grasp and pushed the sleeve up, exposing the delicate skin of her inner arm. With a low growl that vibrated through the room, Mal leaned down and bit down, not hard enough to break the skin anew, but with enough pressure to brand, to remind. As she did, she released a heavy wave of her Alpha scentâsmoke, iron, and wild magicâdirectly onto the spot. Nyx cried out, a muffled sound against Evieâs mouth, her body arching between Jayâs hold and Malâs claim. It was overwhelming, a tidal wave of possession that chased away all fear, leaving only the absolute certainty of her place: beneath them, between them, theirs.
The Gilded Cage of Auradon Prep
Auradon was sensory overload. Too much light, too much color, air so clean it felt thin. And the scents. Dozens of unfamiliar Alphas, Betas, and the rare, sheltered Omega. Nyx stuck to her pack like a shadow, her small hand often tucked into Carlosâs or Jayâs, Evieâs arm linked with hers, Mal always positioning herself between Nyx and the world.
But she was a novelty. A Villain Kid Omega, already claimed, marked by four of the most dangerous teens on the Isle. It was a challenge. A lure.
The problems started small. An Alpha from the tourney team, Chad Charming, would get too close in the hallway, his cloying cologne-and-ego scent making her nose wrinkle. âA shame such a delicate flower grew in such⊠rough soil,â heâd simper, until Jay appeared, sliding an arm around Nyxâs waist with a deceptively lazy grin that didnât reach his cold eyes, his sand-and-spice scent flaring aggressively. Chad would retreat, muttering.
Then it was a young lord from a remote kingdom, who brought her overly-sweet pastries, ignoring her soft âno, thank you,â until Evie materialized, her smile icy. âMy Omega has a refined palate. She doesnât care for⊠cheap imitations.â Her cold cream and ambition scent would sharpen into something warning and metallic.
The packâs scent-marking became more frequent, more blatant. Between classes, Carlos would corner her in an alcove, nuzzling and licking at her claiming bite until her knees went weak, ensuring she walked into her next class smelling unmistakably of him. Jay would pull her onto his lap in the common room, blatantly rubbing his jaw over her hair and neck, growling softly at anyone who looked too long. They were painting her in their signatures, a living canvas of their claim.
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The most persistent suitor was Prince Alexander, a distant cousin of Benâs from a northern kingdom. He was polite, handsome, and an Alpha with a calm, pine-and-snow scent that was somehow more irritating than Chadâs arrogance because it was nice. He sought her out in the library under the guise of studying Auradon history.
âThe Isle must have been dreadful for someone like you,â Alexander said softly, his gaze lingering on the visible edge of her claiming mark above her collar. âSo gentle. You must have been terrified.â
Nyx fidgeted, her scent spiking with anxiety. âI had my pack. I was safe.â
âSafety isnât the same as⊠care. The right kind of care.â He leaned forward slightly, and his pine-snow scent intensified, trying to blanket hers. It was a subtle Alpha coaxing, an attempt to soothe and attract.
He never got the chance to continue.
The air in the library aisle suddenly grew thick and hot. A scent of ozone and furious static crackled firstâCarlos, emerging from between two bookshelves, his eyes electric blue with rage. Then came the smell of sun-baked stone and imminent violenceâJay, blocking the other end of the aisle, cracking his knuckles. The aroma of frost-edged roses and cold steelâEvieâdrifted from behind Nyxâs chair, a hand coming to rest possessively on her shoulder. Finally, the dominant, oppressive wave of dragon-smoke and wild magicâMalâfilled the space as she stepped into view, looking at Prince Alexander not as a prince, but as prey.
âYou seem lost,â Mal said, her voice dangerously quiet. âThis section is reserved. For our pack.â
Alexander paled, the combined force of four hostile, protective Alpha scents pressing down on him. He stammered an apology and fled.
But the packâs fury wasnât spent. The threat to their Omega had ignited something primal.
âUpstairs. Now,â Mal commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. They had discovered a disused astronomy tower at the top of the libraryâtheir private haven in Auradon.
The moment the trapdoor shut behind them, Nyx was surrounded. Jay pinned her against the stone wall, his mouth descending on hers in a searing, punishing kiss. âLetting him talk to you,â he muttered against her lips, his hands gripping her hips.
âSmelling his scent on you,â Carlos snarled, burying his face against her neck, licking and biting over their shared mark as if to erase any trace of the foreign Alpha. His fingers worked at the buttons of her shirt.
Evie, with deliberate slowness, turned Nyxâs face towards her. âYou are a queen among us,â she whispered, her kiss deep and claiming. âYou do not take crumbs from princes.â She peeled Nyxâs shirt off her shoulders.
Mal watched, a conductor of their shared passion. When Nyx was bare before them, trembling with a mix of residual fear and building arousal, Mal stepped forward. She didnât touch Nyx like the others. Instead, she looked at Carlos. âCarlos. Remind her who she belongs to.â
With a growl of approval, Carlos lifted Nyx effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to a pile of old tapestries in the corner. He wasnât gentle. It was a reclamation. Each thrust was a punctuation mark: Mine. Ours. Jayâs mouth was on her breasts, Evieâs fingers were tracing patterns on her skin, and Malâs dominant scent blanketed them all, her eyes glowing with satisfaction as she watched their Omega come apart under their combined attention, sobbing their names into Carlosâs shoulder, her sweet jasmine scent exploding in the room, now hopelessly intertwined with the four she belonged toâa perfect, potent cocktail of possession.
The Breaking Point & The Choice
The incident with Alexander was a turning point. The pack became more isolated, more aggressive. Ben, trying to be a good king and friend, grew concerned. He called a meeting with Mal, alone.
âThe other students are scared, Mal. The constant scent-marking, the aggression⊠itâs bordering on hostile. Nyx is a person, not just your Omega.â
Malâs eyes flashed. âYou have no idea what she is to us. You with your perfect kingdom and your single scent mark. She is our everything. We built ourselves around her. We will burn Auradon to the ground before we let anyone think they can have her.â
The tension was a live wire. Nyx felt it most acutely. The packâs love was a fortress, but it was also becoming a cage. She loved them, worshipped them, needed their scents and touches like air. But for the first time, a tiny, traitorous thought whispered: What if I want to smell the flowers in the courtyard without Jay layering his scent over them first? What if I want to have a conversation that doesnât end with someoneâs teeth on my skin?
The breaking point came at the Enchanted Lake. Sheâd gone for a moment of quiet, but Chad and another Alpha had followed, surrounding her with their overpowering scents, their words lewd and threatening. The pack had descended like avenging furies. It wasnât a fight; it was a brutal dismantling. When Fairy Godmother and Ben arrived, Chad was whimpering on the ground, and Nyx was curled in a shaking ball, surrounded by her four snarling, bloodied Alphas.
Suspended. All of them. Separated.
It was agony. A physical pain worse than any Isle hunger. In the sterile silence of her solitary dorm, her skin felt cold, her mark ached, and she was drowning in the absence of themâCarlosâs static, Jayâs warmth, Evieâs perfume, Malâs smoke. She was a limb severed from its body.
Ben visited her. âNyx, this⊠dynamic. Itâs not healthy. You have choices here. You are more than their Omega.â
She listened, tears streaming down her face, her scent a pathetic wisp of sad jasmine. He was right. And he was so wrong.
The pack was given an ultimatum: undergo âintegration counselingâ and learn to control their possessive instincts, or be sent back to the Isle.
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They were given one supervised hour together in a neutral room. The moment the door closed, they were on her.
It was a silent, desperate frenzy. No words were needed. Clothes were torn, not removed. Carlos was kissing her as if trying to drink her soul, his hands everywhere. Jay turned her around, bending her over the back of a couch, entering her in one smooth, claiming stroke that ripped a sob from her throat. Evie was in front of her, feeding her kisses and whispered devotions. Mal stood back for only a moment before gripping Nyxâs hair, forcing her head up to meet her gaze.
âTell me,â Mal demanded, her voice raw. âTell us who you are.â
Nyx, impaled on Jay, surrounded by them, their scents flooding back into her senses like a life-giving tide, broke. âYours!â she cried out, the word a prayer and a surrender. âIâm yours! Your Omega! Your heart! Please, I canât⊠I canât breathe without you!â
It was messy, raw, and profound. It was four Alphas and their Omega re-weaving the bond that had been frayed by a world that didnât understand it. When it was over, they were a tangled heap on the floor, breathing as one, scents so thoroughly merged it was impossible to tell where one ended and another began.
Nyx lay in the center, covered in their marks anew, their scents, their love. She looked at Ben, who had entered quietly at the end of the hour, his face a mask of pity and confusion.
She spoke softly, her voice hoarse but clear. âYou see a cage, King Ben. I see⊠my home. They are my madness and my sanity. My protectors and my vulnerability. I am their Omega. Not a stereotype. Not a victim. Theirs. By choice. By blood. By scent.â
She took Malâs hand, then Evieâs, then Carlosâs, then Jayâs. âWeâll take the counseling. Weâll learn to live in your world.â She lifted her chin, the claiming bite stark and proud on her neck. âBut we will not apologize for what we are. And we will not be separated again.â
The pack stood as one unit around her, their scentsânow calm, united, and fiercely protectiveâwashing over her in a final, unbreakable declaration. They had faced the Isle. They would face Auradon. Together.
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Descendants Evie x Reader: Charming Lies, True Hearts
Prompt: Evie x fem!reader enemies to lovers? maybe theyâre roommates at auradon prep and they just really canât stand eachother but thereâs lowkey a lot of tension there and they end up kissing??? idk Iâm just a sucker for enemies to lovers and also evie so.
Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.
Auradon Prep was supposed to be perfect, but Y/n Charming had learned long ago that even fairy tales had their share of complications. The picturesque towers, the neatly trimmed gardens, and the glittering gowns were all a part of her everyday life. As the daughter of Prince Charming and Cinderella, she had grown up surrounded by the ideals of chivalry and grace, but nothing in her upbringing had prepared her for the chaos that came with the four new transfer students from the Isle of the Lost.
Y/n stood by the grand entrance of Auradon Prep, together with her twin brother Chad, and watched as Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos stepped out of the limousine. Chad, as usual, was preoccupied with his reflection in a hand mirror, checking that every blond strand was perfectly in place. Y/n rolled her eyes. âOf course, he was more interested in his hair than the newcomers. Typical Chad.â
But Y/nâs attention was immediately drawn to Evie, the blue-haired daughter of the Evil Queen, who stepped out right after Mal, with an air of regal confidence that almost rivaled her own. Evieâs deep blue hair framed her face perfectly, and her lips were painted a bold red that made her look both enchanting and mysterious. Y/nâs heart skipped a beat, a reaction that she instantly dismissed as annoyance. âShe will be just like her mother, obsessed with finding a prince and crown.â
âWelcome to Auradon Prep!â Benâs voice rang out as he greeted the Isle kids with a warm smile. The Prince of Auradon was as princely as they came, handsome, kind, and idealistic. Y/n respected him, but she couldnât help feeling skeptical about this entire experiment. Bringing villainsâ children into Auradon? What was he thinking?
As introductions were made, Y/n noticed Evieâs gaze lingering on Chad. She didnât miss the way Evieâs smile widened as her eyes raked over her twin brother, who was still engrossed in his mirror. âOf course, sheâd set her sights on Chad, prince Charming. How predictable.â
Y/nâs lips pressed into a thin line as the knot of annoyance in her stomach tightened. âDoesnât she have any sense, any selfrespect? My brother? Really?â
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The day went on with the usual bustle of new students settling in, and Y/n soon found herself in her dormitory, unpacking some new dresses her mother had sent her from the royal palace. The room was her space to hide when the royal life became a bit too much to handle, a space she had cherished for its isolation. But that was before she learned that she would no longer have it to herself.
âY/n.â Ben called out as he entered her room. Y/n looked up, already dreading the words that would follow.
âHi, Ben. Whatâs up?â she asked, trying to sound cheerful despite the sinking feeling in her chest.
âI need to talk to you about your rooming situation.â he started, his tone apologetic. âWeâre a bit short on space with the new arrivals, and I was hoping you wouldnât mind sharing your room with Mal and Evie.â
Y/nâs jaw tightened, but she forced a smile. âOf course. I understand.â
âGreat! I knew I could count on you.â Ben said, clearly relieved. âThey should be here any minute to settle in.â
The door barely closed behind him when Mal and Evie walked in, Evieâs luggage trailing behind her like a royal entourage. Y/n immediately noticed that Evie had already put on her most charming smile, the one that had undoubtedly been used to manipulate countless others. Mal, on the other hand, exuded a quiet confidence, her eyes scanning the room with a calculating sharpness that made Y/nâs skin prickle. This wasnât just any ordinary duoâthey were the daughters of some of the most infamous villains in history, and their presence was impossible to ignore.
âHi, roomie!â Evie chirped, her voice sweet enough to rot teeth. âI hope weâll get along just splendidly.â
Y/n turned away to hide her grimace. âYeah, sure. Just keep your stuff on your side, and weâll be fine.â
Malâs eyes flickered between the two girls, sensing the tension almost immediately. She leaned casually against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest as if she were settling in to watch a show. âNice place.â she commented, her voice dripping with amusement. âItâs almost as cozy as a dungeon.â
Evieâs eyes scanned the room, settling on Chadâs portrait hanging by Y/nâs bedside. âOh, thatâs a lovely picture of Chad.â she mused, stepping closer to get a better look. âHe really is as handsome as the stories say.â
Y/nâs hands balled into fists. âOh, for the love ofâdoes she ever stop?â âYou know, thereâs more to Auradon than just chasing after princes.â Y/n said, trying to keep her voice even, but the edge in her tone was unmistakable.
Evie turned to face her, a small smirk playing on her lips. âWho says Iâm just chasing after princes? But if I were, who could blame me? Heâs perfection.â
Mal raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by the exchange. âPerfection, huh? I didnât think perfection was your type, Evie.â
Evie shrugged, her smile never faltering. âItâs not about perfection, Mal. Itâs about potential.â
The casual way Evie dismissed the gravity of the situation only fueled Y/nâs anger. The thought of this girl, this daughter of a villain, trying to sink her claws into Chad, was infuriating. âHow can she not see how ridiculous sheâs being?â
âYou might want to reconsider,â Y/n said, her voice sharper than she intended. âChad isnât as Charming as you might think he is. He is a first-class manipulator, using girls for his own benefit.â
The words were out before Y/n could stop them, and the room fell into a stunned silence. Evieâs eyes widened, her expression unreadable as she processed Y/nâs outburst. For a moment, Y/n regretted saying anything, but the thought of Evie pursuing Chad had clouded her judgment.
Mal let out a low whistle, her eyes flicking between Evie and Y/n with newfound interest. âWell, this just got interesting.â
Evie finally spoke, her voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of something darker. âYou know, Y/n, itâs funny how you seem to know so much about Chadâs flaws. Almost like youâve had some personal experience with them.â
Y/nâs heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to formulate a response. She hadnât expected Evie to turn the tables so quickly. But this was no time to back down. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before she spoke.
âThatâs because Chad is my twin brother.â Y/n said, her voice firm. âThatâs how I know exactly what heâs like. Iâve seen it all firsthand, every sweet word, every charming smile, every single time heâs played someone to get what he wants. And trust me, Evie, you donât want to be the next one to get her heart broken by prince charming.â
The room fell into a thick, tense silence as Evie processed this new information. Her smirk faltered for just a moment, her eyes narrowing as she reassessed Y/n. Mal, too, seemed caught off guard, her cocky grin slipping as she regarded Y/n with a new level of respect or perhaps wariness.
Evieâs smile returned, but it was colder this time, devoid of the warmth it had feigned earlier. âWeâll see, wonât we?â she said, her voice dangerously sweet. âMaybe Iâll surprise you.â
Mal pushed off the wall, a wicked grin spreading across her face. âThis is going to be so much fun,â she said, her tone laced with dark excitement.
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The days following the confrontation in Y/n's dorm room were tense and filled with a thick atmosphere of unspoken rivalry. Evie had become more determined than ever to prove Y/n wrong, throwing herself into her pursuit of Chad with an intensity that made Y/nâs stomach churn. Mal, ever the instigator, watched the unfolding drama with an amused smirk, offering her support to Evie in ways that only fueled the flames.
Evieâs efforts didnât go unnoticed. Chad, with his easy smile and princely charm, seemed to take to Evieâs attention like a moth to a flame. He invited her to study sessions, complimented her on her designs, and even started seeking her out during free periods. To anyone looking in from the outside, it might have seemed like the perfect fairy tale. Evie, the beautiful, talented daughter of the Evil Queen, winning the heart of Auradonâs golden boy.
But Y/n knew better.
She saw the way Chadâs eyes glazed over when Evie gushed about her latest fashion project. She noticed how he barely touched the homemade lunches Evie lavished upon him, and how he only truly seemed interested when the conversation turned to something he could gain from. The longer it went on, the more Y/nâs heart ached for Evie, despite their rocky start. Evie, for all her faults, genuinely believed she was getting what her mother had always told her. A prince, a crown, a future, validation of her worth. But Chad wasnât interested in any of that. He was interested in one thing only: what Evie could do for him.
One afternoon, Y/n found herself in the library, trying to focus on her own homework when she overheard a familiar voice.
âEvie, youâre such a lifesaver,â Chad said, his tone dripping with feigned gratitude. âI donât know how Iâd get through all this without you.â
Y/n peeked around the corner of a bookshelf to see Chad leaning casually against a table, his signature smirk plastered on his face. Evie sat across from him, her face glowing with pride as she handed him a neatly organized stack of papers.
âOh, itâs no problem at all,â Evie replied, her voice full of warmth. âIâm happy to help.â
Chad glanced over the papers, not even pretending to read them. âYouâre amazing,â he said, flashing her a grin that Y/n had seen countless times before. It was the same grin that had melted hearts all over Auradon, and the same grin he used to get what he wanted. âI donât know how I got so lucky.â
Evie blushed, ducking her head shyly. âYou donât have to say that, Chad.â
âNo, I mean it,â Chad insisted, leaning in closer. âYouâve been incredible, Evie. Iâm so glad weâre spending more time together.â
Y/nâs stomach turned as she watched the scene unfold. She could see the hope in Evieâs eyes, the belief that she was finally getting the prince sheâd always dreamed of. But Y/n also saw the way Chadâs smile never reached his eyes, the way he pocketed the papers with a careless flick of his wrist before turning his attention back to his phone, clearly more interested in the latest social media update than in Evie.
It was sickening.
Chad played his part well, though. Over the next few weeks, he continued to reel Evie in with sweet words and hollow compliments, always careful to keep her hooked just enough to ensure sheâd do his homework, help him study for tests, and provide a steady stream of the answers and resources he needed to maintain his grades.
But as much as it pained Y/n to see, she couldnât interfere, not yet. She needed Evie to see Chad for who he really was, to realize that her so-called âprinceâ was nothing more than a shallow manipulator who saw her as a means to an end.
The opportunity came sooner than she expected.
It was a Friday afternoon, and Y/n had just finished her last class when she noticed Evie sitting alone in one of the courtyard gazebos, her usually vibrant expression clouded with worry. Y/n hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to approach her. The memory of their tense exchange in their dorm still lingered, but something about the way Evie sat there, her shoulders hunched and her fingers twisting nervously in her lap, convinced Y/n to act.
âEvie.â Y/n said softly as she approached, careful not to startle her.
Evie looked up, surprise flashing in her eyes before she quickly masked it with a forced smile. âOh, hey, Y/n. Whatâs up?â
Y/n sat down next to her, the words heavy on her tongue. âI saw you with Chad earlier.â she began, trying to keep her voice gentle. âYou seemed⊠happy.â
Evieâs smile faltered. âYeah, well⊠Chadâs been really nice to me lately. He even said he might take me to the next royal ball.â
Y/n felt a pang in her chest, knowing exactly where this was heading. âEvie, Iââ
âI know what youâre going to say.â Evie interrupted, her voice suddenly defensive. âYouâre going to tell me Iâm being used. That Chad doesnât care about me. But youâre wrong, Y/n. You donât know him like I do.â
âEvie, I do know him.â Y/n said firmly, her voice tinged with urgency. âHeâs my brother. Iâve seen him do this before, he pretends to care just enough to get what he wants, but he never really does. Youâre smarter than this, Evie. You have to see that.â
For a moment, Evie didnât respond. She stared down at her hands, her expression conflicted. Y/n could see the war waging in her mind, the struggle between wanting to believe in the fairy tale and facing the harsh reality.
Finally, Evie spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. âHe told me he loves me, Y/n. That Iâm different from all the other girls.â
Y/nâs heart broke a little at the vulnerability in Evieâs voice. âThatâs what he always says.â she said softly. âHe knows exactly what to say to make someone feel special. But, Evie⊠heâs using you. Iâve heard him bragging to his friends about how easy it is to get you to do his homework. He doesnât care about you, he cares about what you can do for him.â
Evieâs eyes welled up with tears, her lip trembling as she tried to keep her composure. âBut⊠I thoughtâŠâ
Y/n reached out, placing a hand on Evieâs arm. âYou deserve better than this, Evie. Youâre talented, smart, and kind. Donât let him make you feel like you need to prove your worth by doing his work. You donât need Chad or any prince to validate you.â
For a long moment, Evie sat in silence, her emotions swirling in her eyes. Y/n could see the realization dawning on her, the painful truth sinking in. Finally, Evie let out a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that had begun to spill down her cheeks.
âI just wanted to make my mom proud.â Evie admitted, her voice breaking. âShe always told me I needed to find a prince⊠that it was the only way to prove I was worth something.â
Y/n squeezed her arm gently. âYour worth isnât defined by some prince, Evie. Youâre amazing all on your own. You are so smart and look at how far youâve come since you got here. You even are about to launch your own clothing brand. And you did all of it without a prince, just being you is enough Evie.â
Evie looked at Y/n, a mix of gratitude and sorrow in her eyes. âThank you, Y/n.â she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. âIâm sorry for⊠everything.â
Y/n gave her a small, reassuring smile. âItâs okay. Weâve all made mistakes. The important thing is what you do next.â
Evie nodded, determination slowly replacing the sadness in her expression. âYouâre right. Iâm not going to let him use me anymore.â
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The atmosphere between Y/n and Evie shifted in the days following their heartfelt conversation in the courtyard. A tentative truce had formed, replacing the tension that once defined their interactions. But there was something more, something unspoken lingering between them, a connection that neither of them had expected.
Evie had kept her word. She distanced herself from Chad, focusing instead on her own studies and projects. Y/n noticed the change immediately, how Evie seemed more at ease, more confident in her own skin. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, allowing her true self to shine through.
The first time Y/n caught Evie looking at her, really looking at her, she felt her heart skip a beat. Evieâs gaze was intense, filled with something deeper than the casual glances theyâd exchanged before. Y/n tried to dismiss it, telling herself it was nothing, but the flutter in her chest betrayed her.
One evening, as they sat in their dorm room, Evie working on a new dress design and Y/n pretending to study, the tension between them grew impossible to ignore. The silence was comfortable, but there was an electric undercurrent that neither could deny.
Evie was the first to break it. She set down her sketchpad and turned to Y/n, her blue eyes shimmering with a mixture of determination and something softer, something that made Y/nâs breath catch.
âY/n,â Evie began, her voice gentle yet firm. âIâve been thinking a lot⊠about everything thatâs happened. About us.â
Y/n looked up from her textbook, her heart suddenly pounding. âUs?â
Evie smiled, a soft, almost shy smile that Y/n hadnât seen before. âYes, us. Youâve been so kind to me, even when I didnât deserve it. You made me realize that I donât need to chase after some prince to find my worth. And⊠Iâve realized something else, too.â
Y/n swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. âWhatâs that?â
Evie leaned in closer, her gaze never leaving Y/nâs. âI donât want a prince. I never did, not really. What I want⊠what Iâve wanted all along⊠is someone who sees me for who I am, someone who challenges me, who makes me want to be better. Someone whoâs not afraid to call me out when Iâm being ridiculous, but who also believes in me, even when I donât believe in myself.â
Y/n felt her pulse quicken as Evieâs words sank in. There was no mistaking the intent behind them, the way Evieâs eyes flicked to her lips before meeting her gaze again. âEvie, IâŠâ
Evie didnât let her finish. With a boldness that took Y/nâs breath away, she closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against Y/nâs in a kiss that was soft, tentative, but filled with so much emotion that it made Y/nâs head spin.
For a moment, Y/n was too stunned to react. But then she melted into the kiss, her hands instinctively reaching up to cup Evieâs face. The kiss deepened, and Y/n felt a warmth spread through her chest, a sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying in its intensity.
When they finally broke apart, both girls were breathless, their foreheads resting against each otherâs. Evieâs eyes sparkled with mischief, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. âI told you I can get what I want and what I want is this incredible good looking, kind hearted, brave princess charming.â she murmured, her voice filled with playful confidence.
Y/n let out a shaky laugh, her heart swelling with something she hadnât fully realized until this moment. âYouâre impossible, you know that?â
Evie grinned, a teasing glint in her eyes. âYou love it.â
And Y/n couldnât deny it. She did love it, loved the way Evie made her feel, loved the way their banter had transformed into something deeper, something that made her heart race and her thoughts scatter. âMaybe I do.â she admitted, her voice soft.
Evieâs smile softened, her hand gently caressing Y/nâs cheek. âGoo.,â she whispered. âBecause Iâm falling for you, Y/n. And I want to see where this goes, if youâre willing.â
Y/nâs heart soared at Evieâs confession. She didnât have to think twice. âIâm willing.â she replied, her voice steady and sure.
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A view days into their blossoming relationship, Evie approached Y/n with a sparkle in her eye and an air of excitement that immediately caught Y/nâs attention. They were sitting together in the dorm room, enjoying a quiet afternoon when Evie suddenly hopped off her bed, rummaging through her closet with a grin.
âWhat are you up to?â Y/n asked, curious but already feeling a flutter of anticipation.
Evie glanced back at her, her eyes gleaming with mischief. âWell, since we have our first official date tonight, I wanted to surprise you with something special.â
Y/n tilted her head, intrigued. âA surprise?â
Evie nodded, pulling out a garment bag and laying it carefully on her bed. âIâve been working on something, and I think youâll like it.â
With a teasing smile, Evie unzipped the bag to reveal a stunning dress, the likes of which Y/n had never seen before. The fabric was a soft, light shade of blue that shimmered faintly in the light, with delicate silver embroidery tracing intricate patterns along the bodice. The design was elegant yet simple, with a fitted waist and a flowing skirt that promised to swirl gracefully with every movement.
Y/nâs breath caught in her throat as she stared at the dress, her heart skipping a beat. âEvie⊠did you make this?â
Evieâs smile widened, a mixture of pride and nervousness in her expression. âI did. I wanted to make something just for you, something that would make you feel as special as you make me feel.â
Y/n was speechless for a moment, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness behind the gesture. She reached out to touch the fabric, marveling at its softness. âItâs beautiful, Evie. I donât even know what to say.â
Evie stepped closer, her eyes twinkling with affection. âSay youâll wear it tonight. I want to see you in it.â
Y/n looked up at her, a warm blush spreading across her cheeks. âOf course I will,â she said softly, unable to hide the emotion in her voice. âThank you.â
Evie beamed, her excitement contagious. âPerfect! Now, letâs get you dressed. I want everything to be just right.â
Y/n laughed, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement as Evie led her to the mirror. With gentle hands, Evie helped Y/n into the dress, carefully smoothing the fabric and adjusting the straps. As Y/n looked at herself in the mirror, she barely recognized the person staring back at her. The dress fit her perfectly, accentuating her figure in all the right places, and the color brought out the warmth in her eyes.
âYou look stunning,â Evie whispered, her voice filled with awe as she stood behind Y/n, her hands resting on her shoulders. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Y/n felt her heart swell with love for the girl standing beside her.
âEvie, I⊠I donât know what to say,â Y/n murmured. âThis is the most beautiful thing anyoneâs ever done for me.â
Evieâs expression softened, her hands sliding down to rest on Y/nâs waist. She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss behind Y/nâs ear, her lips lingering there for a moment. âYou donât have to say anything,â Evie whispered against her skin, her voice gentle and reassuring. âJust let me spoil you a little tonight, okay?â
Y/n smiled, turning around, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Evieâs lips. âIâm already spoiled just by being with you.â
Evie blushed at the compliment, but there was a glint of playful determination in her eyes as she stepped back, giving Y/n one last look-over. âWell, tonight is about making sure you feel as amazing as you are.â
Just then, the door to the dorm room swung open with a confident flourish, and Mal strolled in with a smirk that conveyed both satisfaction and a touch of amusement. âLooks like Iâm just in time,â Mal said, her eyes dancing with a knowing glint. âYou two look adorable. Is it date night already?â
Evie turned, her face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. âMal! We were just about to head out. Canât you see weâre in the middle of something here?â
Malâs smirk widened as she leaned casually against the doorframe. âOh, I can see that. And itâs about time you two made things official. Enjoy your evening; it looks like itâs going to be a memorable one.â
Y/n and Evie exchanged a glance, both laughing softly at Malâs timing. With a final glance and a reassuring squeeze of Y/nâs hand, Evie led her toward the door. Mal watched them leave, her smirk giving way to a genuine smile as she admired the love and joy radiating from the couple.
Y/n found herself walking through the gardens of Auradon Prep, the night air cool against her skin, but the warmth of Evieâs hand in hers keeping her heart racing. Evie had arranged for a private picnic beneath the stars, complete with twinkling fairy lights and a spread of all their favorite foods. The setting was magical, straight out of a fairy tale, and Y/n couldnât help but marvel at the lengths Evie had gone to make the evening perfect.
As they settled on the blanket, surrounded by soft pillows and the gentle glow of the lights, Y/n couldnât take her eyes off Evie. She looked radiant, her own dress a deep shade of sapphire blue that complimented beautifully with Y/nâs light blue. They sat close, their fingers intertwined, and Y/n felt a wave of gratitude wash over her, grateful for this moment, for this girl who had changed everything.
âYouâve really outdone yourself.â Y/n said softly, her voice filled with affection. âThis is the most romantic thing Iâve ever experienced.â
Evie smiled, leaning in closer. âI wanted it to be special, just like you.â She paused, her eyes glinting with a playful edge. âAnd I told you Y/n, I always get what I want.â
Y/n chuckled, remembering their first meeting and the way Evie had exuded confidence even then. âAnd what do you want, Evie?â
Evieâs gaze softened, her thumb gently brushing over Y/nâs knuckles. âMy very own princess charmingâ she said simply, her voice filled with sincerity. âI want you, Y/n. And Iâm going to make sure you never forget how much you mean to me.â
Y/nâs breath hitched at the words, a smile tugging at her lips. âYouâve already done that,â she whispered, leaning in to close the distance between them. Their lips met in a kiss that was slow and tender, filled with all the emotions theyâd been carrying.
As the night went on, they talked, laughed, and shared stories under the stars, wrapped up in each other and the magic of the moment. It was the beginning of something beautiful, something neither of them had expected but both were eager to explore.
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