#malxreader

Y/N POV

My girlfriend and I, Uma, had just crossed the barrier to Auradon. Uma went to hang out with Mal while I walked over to the snack table; when I grabbed our drinks I heard, “Aren’t you the girl who tried to take over?” “Then she almost died.” “Hey!” I yelled, making both the boys look at me. “Leave her alone.” “What if we don’t?” As soon as they said that, my eyes glowed red, causing them to run away. My eyes changed back to normal and I looked the girl who had her head down. “Are you okay?” She looked up and we locked eyes. She’s beautiful.  “Thank you,” she blushed. Wait what?  “I said that out load, didn’t I?” She nodded and continued to blush, “But also thank you for making those boys go away.” “No problem,” I smiled, “what’s your name?” “Audrey.”Beautiful name. Stop thinking these things. “What about you?” “I’m-” “Y/N!” EVie yelled as she ran up to me. “Yeah, my name’s Y/N.” Audrey giggled as Evie reached us. “Yes E?” “Uma wants her drink.” Evie said, looking in between Audrey and I. “My girlfriend is demanding,” I laughed, “I’ll be back,” I nooded towards Audrey and started to walk off. I wlk over to where Mal, Uma, Ben, Harry, Carlos, and Jane were dancing. “Hey Babe! I got your drink that you so desperptly wanted.” Uma playfully rolled her eyes at me, “Took you long enough.” “Well, it only took me so long because I met a new friend.” Uma titled her head and raised her eyebrow, “Who?” “Audrey,” I pointed back to where the snack tables were located. “You should introduce me.” Umas voice was a tad bit deeper than usual, meaning that she was probably mad about something. “Um,Okay. Follow me.” 

UMA’S POV

I only wanted Y/n to ‘Introduce me’ to her ‘new friend’ because I needed her to know that Y/n is taken. Y/n grew up lonely and unloved so now she is oblivious to whenever other girls flirt with her. She doesn’t believe that people wil like her like that. “Uma this is Audrey. Audrey, Uma.” Holy shit she’s beautiful. “Thank you,” Audrey blushed and Y/n laughed, “you did the same thing I did.” I that I would be mad that she called Audrey beautiful, but I couldn’t. Not just because I called her beautiful too, but because I didn’t exactly want to be mad. In a weird way, it made me happy. The more three of us talked, the more I liked Audrey. Everytime she flirted with Y/n and Y/n didn’t get we both laughed. The weirdest thing tho was that I liked when she flirted with Y/n, my girlfriend. What is going on?

AUDREY’S POV

*A FEW MONTHS LATER*

It has been a few months since I met Y/N and Uma and I couldn’t deny the strong feelings I have for both of them. I love spending time with both of them; it brightens my day. They can always make me laugh and smile, even on a bad day. When all three of us are hanging out, I don’t feel like a third wheel; it already feels like all three of us are dating. The only thing I don’t get is kisses. I’m convinced that I am in love with them and that I need to tell them sooner than later. 

It was after school and I head ing towards Uma and Y/n’s dorm room when I see them walking up the hallway. “Audrey! We were looking for you.” I tilt my head, “Really? I was about to go to your guy's dorm. I kinda need to talk to you guys about something.” They look at each other, then back at me, “We need to talk to you about something too.” Uma grabbed my hand and the three of us went to their dorm room. “Who goes first?” I asked. “We do,” Y/n and Uma each grabbed one of my hands (they were sitting on either sides of me). Then Uma started talking, “Y/n and I have been talking and we reliezed that we both have feelings for you,” Y/n continued, “And if you want, maybe you could join our relationship.”  I smiled, “I would love too.” “I mean you don’t h-have to if you don’t w-want to.” Uma and I giggled, “Babe she said yes.” “I know I’m just nervous.” We all laughed and i kissed them both on the cheek. “I think you missed,” Uma smirked. I kissed both of them on the lips and spent the rest of day with my girlfriends. 

Y/N’S POV

*SIX MONTHS LATER*

Ever since Audrey got added into our relationship, none of us have been happy. There were a few bumbs in the beginning but we worked them out it has been smooth sailing from there. The only thing that was bothering me was that we couldn’t tell anybody. You see, Audreys family (her grandmother mostly) are kinda old school. They didn’t Audrey dating any boy from the isle, let alone two girls from the isle. We also couldn’t tell my sister and/or her friends because then the word could spread; we also didn’t know how they felt about Audrey after… everything. I hated not giving Audrey the same amount of love that I gave Uma during the school day. Though it didn’t seem to effect Uma or Audrey so I haven’t said anything about it. 

Right now my girlfriends and I were just laying down on my bed in our dorm. We were talking about wich one of us was more tickle-ish, “I’m not that tickle-ish,” Uma and Audrey both looked at each other than back at me. “No, No. I know what you’re thinking.” “Well then you’ll be fine because you aren’t tickle-ish, right babe?” Uma crawled towards me with Audrey right behind her and she answered, “Right.” They both jumped on me at the sam time and started tickling me. “S-stop!” I laughed. They kissed my cheeks and I heard someone clear their throught.

MAL’S POV

  You knew you were in love when he saved your life for the umpteenth time about four months ago. It was just there: right in the pit of your stomach and in the soul of your heart. The only other person you told this to was Kaylee, but you didn’t know how well that was going to go. She nearly told him twice already.

  “Hey, (Y/n).” You glanced at Wash. “You okay?”   “Yeah,” you replied quickly, “of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”   He shrugged. “You were just acting a tad bit quiet over there, I suppose. I’m surprised you’re not talking.”

  “I’m completely fine,” you assured him, smiling and pushing your plate towards him. “In fact, since I’m so happy, I’ll give you the rest of my beans.” Wash turned a blind eye when you handed him your food. Everyone looked shocked, so you said, “I think I’m gonna hit the sack early tonight.”

  “You sure you’re feeling fine, (Y/n)?” Zoë asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

  You smiled, standing up from your seat. “Don’t worry. I’m just a little tired. That’s all. Seriously.” You exited the room, and everyone glanced at each other.

  “Something’s definitely wrong with her,” Zoë said. Kaylee kept silent, for she knew why you were upset. “Does anybody have any idea if something happened to her.” She was answered by a large group of “no”.

  “Maybe it’s her time of the month,” Mal joked. Wash began to crack up, but stopped when Zoë glared at him.

  “Book, do you know at all?” Zoë inquired. The sheppard shook his head. “What about you, Kaylee?”   Kaylee’s eyes widened and she shook her head. “Nope! Absolutely nothing. Y’know, maybe she is just tired.”

  Zoë and Mal exchanged looks before glancing at Kaylee. “What do you know?” Mal asked. He was actually concerned about your well-being. In fact, he was obsessed with your well-being. Mal was in love with you and wanted everything to do with you.

  “Um...” Kaylee bit her lip to keep herself from talking.

  Inara placed a hand on Kaylee’s shoulder, and tilted her head to the side. “Is (Y/n) okay? What do you know?”

  “She’s fine... for the most part,” Kaylee murmured. She rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. “Y’know, I think I might go to bed as well. I’ll talk with (Y/n) in the morning about this, okay? Okay.” Before she could fully stand up Zoë pushed her back down into the seat.

  “Kaylee--”

  “(Y/n)’s in love!” Everyone grew silent as Kaylee slapped her hand over her mouth.

  Wash and Mal eyebrows rose as they leaned in closer to the head of the table. “With who?” Wash asked. “I know you know.”

  Kaylee’s eyes grew even more as she quickly shook her head. “Mm-mm! I’m not saying a thing.”

  “Oh, come on, Kaylee. Just tell us. There aren’t many guys on this ship, so it’s not going to be hard to figure out.”

  Kaylee looked around the room. Maybe it was best she said it out loud--no! She promised not to tell your secret. She wouldn’t tell as long as they didn’t force it on her.

  “Is it Book?” Kaylee stared at Wash with a crazy look.

  “No offense to Book, but he’s too old for her?”

  Wash sighed, tapping his finger against his cheek. “Simon? Simon’s good looking.”

  “No!” Kaylee held, standing up from her seat. Her cheeks burned as she turned away, and she began walking out of the room.

  “Is it me?” Kaylee stopped at the sound of Mal’s voice. There was an awkward silence between everyone before Kaylee sprinted out of the kitchen.

  Mal turned to Zoë, who smirked widely. “Oh, snap,” she laughed. Her eyebrows rose over her head. “You got a lover.”

  Mal’s cheeks burned. Zoë knew everything that had to do with Mal. She wasn’t going to drop this unless Mal acted on it. He shook his head briefly. “No. No, Zoë. If (Y/n) wanted to act upon her feelings, she would have said something.”

  “Mal,” she said, shaking her head, “stop being a chicken. It’s obvious both of you are totally in love with each other. Everyone but you and (Y/n) actually realize this.”

  “That’s very true,” Simon agreed, stealing Kaylee’s half-filled plate. “You two just need to talk about it. I’m sure that if you head up on the situation she’ll understand and then you two can live happily ever after.”

  “And what happens if it doesn’t work?”

  “Then you two will be gloomy for the rest of your lives,” added Wash. He stuffed two spoonfuls of beans into his mouth. “You need to tell her.”

  Everyone grunted in agreement--even River, and she never made sense. Mal got up without saying anything and stormed out of the kitchen. Zoë glanced at Wash and smirked at him. “He’s doing it.”

  “Obviously,” scoffed Wash. “I wanna see it happen.”

  Zoë shook her head. “No, just let it happen.”

  Meanwhile, you relaxed on your bed with a nice book at hand. It was the only thing you could do to get Mal off of your head. By then, you guessed Kaylee spilled her guts. The team knew something was wrong, and it was only a matter of time before they realize Kaylee knew--

  The hatch of your room suddenly opened up. “(Y/n)?” It was Mal. You groaned quietly enough that Malcolm wasn’t able to hear you, and you placed to book’s pages against your forehead.

  “Go away, Mal. I’m sleeping.”

  “Um, I think I can safely assume you’re not sleeping since you’re talking.” You heard him plop down into your room.

  Your cheeks turned brightly red, so you rolled onto your stomach. “I said, ‘Go away’.”

  “Aw, you don’t mean that.” Mal was right beside your bed. “C’mon, (Y/n)...”

  “Why are you here?” Your voice broke, and your forehead rested against your arm. “Can’t you see I’m busy.”

  You felt Mal sit on the bed near you, so you scooted closer to the other side to give him more room. “Oh, yeah, because moping around is such a wonderful use of time.” You kept your mouth shut and allowed him to stay.

  Realizing you weren’t in the mood to talk, Malcolm placed his hand on your back and began rubbing gently back and forth. “That feel good at all?”

  Your muscles relaxed as you nodded. “Mmm hmm...”

  “Good, because I need you relaxed for when I said Kaylee didn’t give away your crush without a fight.” A soft chuckle escaped your throat. “Oh, gosh, I love that laugh of yours.”   “Shut up, Mal,” you mumbled, a smile in your voice. “I’m supposed to be mad at myself.”   “For liking me?”   “Yeah.” He stopped rubbing your back. You wondered what he was doing until you felt him drop himself onto your body. “O-oh! Mal!”

 “Sorry, did I hurt you?” He wrapped his arms around your body as he lay on top of you.

 “What are you doing?”   “Cu-uddling,” he said in the cutest way possible. You awkwardly shifted around so you were on your back. Mal placed his hands on either side of your head. “‘Cause you look like you could use a cuddle.”   “Oh, shut up,” you groaned. He laughed, pressing his lips against your cheek. You grew flustered. “M-Mal?”   “I like you, too.” Your jaw slacked.

  “No--no! Let go of me!” you screamed, struggling with your bonds as the man drug you down to the cargo dock of his ship. Even though you fought strongly against him, he was still able to shove you into one of the larger, rectangular crates. “Please, I’m begging you!”

  “Shut your mouth before I shoot you through the wood!” he hissed, sealing you completely in the darkness.

  You crouched down into a sitting position, wrapping your arms around your knees. Stupid bet, you scolded yourself. A couple jerks from a bar not far from where you were now dared you to come here and snatch something from the head dealer. Instead, he caught you and told you he was going to add you in as a “gift” to a transferrer that was coming in.

  This really scared you. It killed you no one was going to miss you, either. You had no family, nor a home to truly called your own. Maybe the transferrer would spare you? That was a chance in infinity.

  Suddenly, you were moving. You gripped onto the sides of the box, biting your lip so you wouldn’t scream in surprise. Next thing you knew, there was talking outside as you came to a stop.

  “What’s this?” asked an unfamiliar voice. “It’s not part of the shipment.”

  “As a wealthy dealer, I like to give my clients and their smugglers an extra gift. I most definitely won’t need this.” A smuggler? Crap! You were dead.

  “Well... I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Jayne, come help me with this stuff!”

  “Sure thing, Boss!” You were moving again and your hands wandered around the sides as you gasped. The box halted as you clamped your mouth shut. “What the... Must just be my stomach again.”

  You wrinkled your nose at the thought before shaking your head. Soon enough, you entered the cargo bay. People were talking, then they were gone. Everything began to vibrate, and you figured that you were leaving the atmosphere.

  Well, at least you weren’t going to get shot through the crate. With this knowledge, you could probably scream for help--if you couldn’t get out of the box yourself.

   Meanwhile, Mal and Jayne were serving themselves what little snack they had. “Mal, we’re almost out of food!” complained Jayne, huffing angrily.

  “Now there, Jayne, I’m sure I left some extras down in the cargo bay. We’ll just go down and get some.” Mal scurried out of the kitchen and down the stairs, followed by the big man behind him.

  When they reached the cargo bay, they halted. There was a loud, kicking sound. Slowly, they scanned all the cargo, realizing one of the rectangular boxes was shaking. Eyes wide, Mal grasped a hold on his gun and gingerly stepped toward the box.

  “What do you think it is?” whispered Jayne, holding one of his guns out.

  “I have no idea--” He broke off and jumped back when something kicked a hole in the crate. It was a brown boot. “What the--”

  It lurched backward and broke more of the wood, just enough for a young woman to fall out with a loud thump. Quickly, you shot up onto your feet, adrenaline radiating off of you as you scanned the room. You swallowed the lump in your throat and bit the inside of your cheek as you noticed the to very perplexed men in front of you.

  “Gorramit,” you cursed, stepping away from them.

  Mal walked backward. “Ó, bù,” [oh, no] he said. “Not another one. Jayne...!”

  “Please, please don’t hurt me!” you begged, reaching for your weapon, only to remember that the dealer took it away. “I’m unarmed, I swear!”

  “What the heck are you doing on my ship?” he interrogated, obviously very fearful. “You’re not married to me, are you?”

  You grimaced in disgust. “Ew, no.”

  “Then what are you doing here?!”

  The other guy--Jayne--leaned closer to Mal, whispering something. Mal rolled his eyes. “No!” Jayne started whispering again. “I don’t need Vera. You’re not keeping the poor girl!”

  Your eyes widened as you coward away. “Please, I-I don’t mean any trouble. Just send me off somewhere else, but please don’t make me a slave or any of that crap. I’m--I’m horrible at that kind of stuff, to be honest.”

  “Whoa, whoa.” Mal set his gun down. “We’re not going to hurt you--or kill you. And you sure as heck don’t look like a slave.” He scanned you up and down, noticing your style of clothing. “Smuggler?”

  “No.”

  “Dealer?”

  “No.” You crossed your arms as Jayne started checking you out. Glaring daggers at the guy, you snapped, “Stop staring at me like that, ‘cause I ain’t no prostitute, either!”

  “That’s a shame.”

  “Jayne!” shouted Mal, shaking his head, then glanced at you. “Calm down... What’s your name?”

  Shifting your weight between your two different feet, you murmured, “(Y/n).”

  “Okay, (Y/n),” he said, testing it out. “We can help you. Just... We can’t take you back to that planet.”

  “That’s fine. Didn’t want to stay there, anyway. You... you can just drop me off at the next place you go to.”

  He seemed to relax a little. “Well, that was easier than I thought it’d be.”

  “I can be a very flexible person.”

  “Wait, does that mean you agreed to be in the crate--?”

  “No! Gorramit! Why would I want to be in that thing? I-I was in this bet and that freakin’ dealer caught me. It’s the only reason I’m here--I swear!”

  “Wèishéme rénmen zuò de dōngxī yīyàng, zhèxiē tiān?” [Why do people do that these days?] he asked himself, shaking his head.  “Alright, Jayne can help--”

  “I don’t like him.” You faked a small whimper at the end of your sentence, just so you wouldn’t get stuck with Jayne--that creep.

  “Fine... Then I’ll show you to the guest room. Jayne, tell the others we have another guest.” Mal led you out of the cargo bay and into a hall where the rooms were. “Sorry about Jayne; he can be a little...”

  “It’s alright,” you whispered. “A lot of guys on that gorram planet were like that.”

  “Every guy is like that sometime in their life. Just most... don’t always grow out of it.”

  You managed a weak laughed before he opened the guest room door. It had a ladder going down. “That’s where you’ll be staying,” he said. “I’ll let you know when it’s time to eat.”

  Before he left, you spoke up. “Thanks... by the way.”

  He gave you a tight smile before leaving, and you were alone again.

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“Wash, what’s going on?!” you heard Mal scream. It had been a couple days, and you already met everyone. All of you had landed, and you were coming out of your room. Confused, you walked around until you found Mal.

  “What’s going on?” you asked, making your way to the cargo bay. Your eyes widened as you found a gun fight going on with the Serenity shipmates and the men outside.

  “(Y/n), get down!” yelled Mal. You ducked behind a barrel so you were near him. “No, you need to get out of here.”

  “Trust me--I know what I’m doing.” You snatched a grenade, from a metal crate, and Mal’s gun.

  “Hey!”

  You rolled your eyes before throwing the grenade out. Confusion brewed between the men before you shot the grenade with exact precision. They flew and landed in multiple places. “I suggest we get this handled with before they understand what just hit them. Quick, unarm them.”

  You hopped out of your position and ran outside, sliding down on to ground as you snatched the weapons from several of the men near you that were unconscious. Glaring at the Serenity crew--who were mostly gaping--you exclaimed, “Well, aren’t ya gonna help?”

  Mal cleared his throat before coming to help. “Right--yeah.”

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“So, (Y/n), you did some good work out there,” appauld Mal. He was about to send you off to discover your own path on the current planet you were on.

  You blushed faintly, shrugging. “My dad taught me everything I know.”

  “Well, he was a smart man.” An awkward silence passed between the two of you before he said, “So... You’re leaving.”

  “No, I’m staying,” you remarked sarcastically, rolling your eyes with a smile on your lips. “Yeah, I’m going to go now...”

  “Wait.” He stopped you from turning around by placing a hand on your wrist. “You know, we could use someone with your skill. How about... you stay?”