Would you write a malvie fic where some people hurt evie (you decided how bad in what way but I love dark stuff and whump fic ) and she think she deserves it bc they are the villain kids and auradon is supposed to be good so she tries to hide it from the others but then they find out who did it and get revenge
Here you go @thelesbianluthor, sorry it’s taken so many months! Hope you enjoy :)
This is also the first thing written in past-tense that I have done in at least a year, maybe even two years, so sorry if this feels clunky. Sometimes I write in past-tense just to remember how much I hate it.
Warning for dark themes and abuse.
Evie had done everything right, she remembered the old days of her mother critiquing her makeup to hide every flaw, it was ingrained in her head, lessons she would never forget, but always be somewhat grateful for. Her concealer was perfect, her clothing picked out with though to hide any skin that wasn’t clear, her accessories planned out to big and sparkly to keep the attention off any wince. Evie did everything right.
Except for her yelp as Jay clapped his hand on her shoulder.
Mal’s head whipped around at the noise and Carlos had dropped his gaming controller. Jay’s hand levitated in the air, his own expression wounded at her pain.
“Sorry.” Evie giggled and waved her hand. “I must have sunburn on my shoulder.”
“Bullshit.” Mal snapped and marched over. She had been sprawled over Carlos’ bed, lazily sketching, but her book had been forgotten. “You’ve been acting weird ever since this weekend. You’re hiding something.”
She was right, of course, because Mal had that eerie way of knowing everything. Evie didn’t want the others to know because... They didn’t understand Auradon the way she did. Her mother had raised her to know how civilized societies worked, not places like the Isle. Mal and Jay and Carlos would be upset and they shouldn’t be.
It was hard to lie to Mal’s face though.
“Yeah, after we all split up for lunch.” Carlos looked between the other three in the room; the tension was clearly making him nervous. “What happened?”
Evie shook her head, just enough for her earrings to swing. They were bulky and jingled and they should provide enough of a slight distraction for her to gather her thoughts.
She jumped and whined as Jay jabbed her shoulder. A large bruise had taken residence there, a sickly purple color that clashed with her hair.
“See?” Jay asked. He poked her again, but Evie was expecting it and didn’t react.
“Evie.” Just her name from Mal’s mouth was enough to make her stiffen.
But it was Carlos’ soft “please tell us what’s wrong,” that broke her.
“I just met...” Evie smiled and took a breath, she would make this fast and honest, but not deep, not the whole, “some people who weren’t fans of me,” us “being in Auradon.”
“They hurt you?” Mal’s eyes glowed that breathtaking green, lit like embers. “What did they do?”
“Nothing! They-.”
Jay, the asshole, grabbed the neckline of her shirt and yanked, pulling it down to reveal the skin of her shoulder, her ugly purple bruise.
Evie swung her elbow out on instinct and caught him in the ribs, but Jay didn’t relent until he was sure Carlos and Mal had seen it to.
“Off!” Mal snapped and jumped on the bed with them. “Get your clothes off, Evie.”
“Mal!”
“What else are you hiding?”
“Nothing!”
Mal reached for the bottom of Evie’s shirt, but didn’t pull on it. “So when one of us gets hurt, we’re supposed to hide it, huh? Are you saying Carlos should have kept his mouth shut when Cruella beat him?” That was a low blow, Evie could feel the nausea building her stomach again at the memory of Carlos. “What if someone here hurts Jay? Or me?”
“Stop it.”
“Someone in the hallways jumps me and cuts me and beats the shit out of me-.”
“Mal!”
“-so I hide it and pretend it’s all fine?”
Evie’s lips quivered. She knew Mal was right, they had no right to keep secrets from each other and Evie had no right to act as if they cared for her less than she cared for them. They had proven that time and time again and it was unfair to act as if they hadn’t bent over backwards for her a dozen times already.
Her trembling hands pulled her shirt up, the neckline getting caught on her stupid, heavy earrings. It wasn’t anything Jay and Carlos hadn’t seen before, patching her up on the Isle, and it wasn’t anything Mal wasn’t used to. Evie knew Mal’s body better than her own and vice versa.
“Oh, E.” Mal reached out slowly, her fingertips grazing a wide scratch. Someone had kicked her and the stiff rubber of their shoe had pulled at her skin. “This happened on Saturday? What did you do?”
Evie swallowed. “I patched myself up in the bathroom.” There were more bruises under her pants, but they all got the idea from just her torso.
“Who did this?” Jay asked. Evie had leaned into him without thinking about it and he held her up with ease as Mal and Carlos inspected her sides.
“I don’t know.” Evie winced at the harsh look Mal gave her. She had just been caught in a big lie, of course Mal didn’t believe her. “I don’t. They weren’t familiar enough to be students here. I think they just knew me because, well, everyone knows us here.”
“The shopping center will have security cameras.” Carlos breathed, as if he wasn’t speaking to them, just to himself.
Jay snorted. “This place doesn’t even have locks on the lockers. What do they have camera for?”
“To track what stores cause the most foot traffic.” Evie answered without thinking about it. She had forgotten that she and Carlos discussed it that day, making note of which stores were busiest and which stores were nearly empty.
“Carlos.” Mal had only said his name, but he was already off the bed, opening his laptop and typing away.
“I’m sorry.” Evie bit her bottom lip. “I thought maybe...they would let this go. That if they did it once, it would be out of their system and everything would be...fair now.”
She didn’t have to explain any more than that for Jay and Mal to share a sad look above her head.
“E, you know that’s not true.” Mal whispered. She laid down on the bed and Evie moved to join her, Jay laying down on her other side. “We don’t deserve that crap.”
And maybe deep down, Evie knew that was true. A lot of her mother’s teaching had been bullshit - needing a man, forgoing schoolwork, cleaning perfectly - but it was hard enough to know her mother was wrong, it was harder to know a whole country was wrong.
But that was to much to think about. She could deal with that tomorrow and try to unravel the confusion.
For now, Carlos’ keys were clacking away and Jay had gotten up to join him, so Evie was left with her head on Mal’s chest and, for the moment, nothing hurt.
