Following my redesign of Mal, here’s my take on Evie from Descendants! 👑
I wanted her look to be contrast Mal and be a lot more polished since she’s royalty. I also leaned more into prim and princess-like based on her personality in the movie, but still maintaining dark elements in her aesthetic. I gave her a little skull makeup bag as a nod to the skull in her mother’s dungeon from the original film!
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edgeworth and franziska both have this weird childishness about them that totally goes against their outward appearances and it makes me so sooooo emotional like yeah edgeworth is weird about his idiot sports car he’s in his early twenties he's going to be be obsessed with a sports car. of course franziska gets grossed out when it’s suggested she split a swiss roll with him eww that’s her brother and she is NOT sharing that's GROSS! of course he's obsessed with a children's show. of course she overuses her favourite word. she’s literally a teenager. they’re literally big tall kids. waa
summary: you are nowhere to be found one night and ben worries he might have lost you for good.
a/n: the inspo for this weirdly came from a scene in modern family?? don’t even ask — alsoo d2 vibes anyone?
wc: 2k
warnings: hurt/comfort
where is she?
ben came busting down your dormroom door after receiving a text about your disappearance. he looked alarmed, standing in the doorway. his chest was rising and falling quickly, his heart hammering against his chest. he looked around the room franticaly, a slight waver to his voice.
“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.
eventually, the fatigue of the day caught up with the both of you. the two of you settled under the covers, wrapped in each other's arms, protecting eachother, as sleep slowly claimed you both.
A soul that's born in cold and rain, knows sunlight
Looking at him felt like breathing for the first time.
The stories they whispered; the ones about blue skies, about warmth that didn’t burn, about people who smiled without wanting something, they all took shape in him. Things you've never believed in until now.
The sun made his hair look like a halo, and it stung your eyes to look too long. Maybe that’s what divinity was, something so bright it hurt. Maybe you could worship him, the way everyone else already did. All eyes turned to him, pulled like metal to a magnet.
He looked every inch like the leader, the kind of person you ran toward when trouble came, not away from.
And you, born of rust and shadow, felt something in your chest unclench, something you didn’t have a name for.
His gaze moved across the line of Isle kids like sunlight crawling over metal; warm, deliberate, a little too kind.
You didn’t expect it to stop on you.
For a second, you thought it was a trick of the light, that he was looking past you, at Mal, or maybe at the guards behind you. But then he smiled. Not the polite kind people gave to royalty, this one reached his eyes, softened something there.
And it felt like the world went quiet, no cheers, no rusted wind howling through broken ship hulls, no sharp laughter echoing off the Isle’s cliffs. Just that look. Like he saw you, not the grease under your nails or the frayed jacket or the metal hanging from your belt.
You.
He stepped forward, hand extended, the sunlight catching on the golden cuff around his wrist.
“Welcome to Auradon,” he said, voice steady, warm, impossibly gentle.
You stared at his hand. It was too clean, too perfect. You’d stained everything you’d ever touched; why should he be any different?
But his hand didn’t waver.
So you took it.
The warmth of his skin against yours was dizzying. It felt like being touched by something alive for the first time, like every cold part of you was being rewritten.
Ben’s smile widened, and the sunlight spilled closer. “I hope you’ll feel at home here.”
You almost laughed, home? The Isle was rust and ruin, but at least it was honest. Auradon glittered too much to be real.
Still, when he let go, your fingers curled in instinctively, like trying to hold on to the echo of his warmth.
Maybe you were foolish. Maybe everyone who looked at the sun for too long was.
But it was warm and comforting.
You didn’t notice when the others started walking, not until Mal nudged you forward or when the limo doors shut behind you with a soft click. The air here smelled different; cleaner, sweeter, almost unreal. It made your lungs ache.
You’d spent your whole life breathing smoke and salt, air thick enough to taste. Here, it felt wrong that something invisible could still be heavy.
The path stretched ahead, sunlight spilling like gold dust across polished stone. And he was up there; still smiling, still radiant, waving as though this was all normal, as though you hadn’t just stepped out of a nightmare into one of his fairy tales.
Maybe he didn’t understand what that meant.
Maybe he didn’t know what it did to a person, being seen like that.
Because for him, sunlight was something constant.
For you, it was something to chase, and, maybe, something that could burn you alive.
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Introduction
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Conclusion
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