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firstmateguyliner·:

Harry wasn’t exactly stupid, but he was also fuelled with the burning desire for making others suffer, and now that he could actually track her down, Mal was his next target. A couple minutes, that’s all it took for the pirate to find his doom, Mal, He laughed in the face of danger and if he hadn’t lost his hook thanks to a certain princess in the Underworld he would be brandishing it in a threatening manner towards her. 

“Finally decided to show yourself, dragonfly?” He smirked wickedly, folding his arms, the hand his hook was usually on twitching with some form of discomfort. 

Mal couldn’t figure out if the fates were cruel or kind. The sound of his voice sent sparks of ice down her spine, stiffening her to the core as she fought to keep control of the rage building so quickly and so deeply inside her heart. It took all her self control to take a deep breath, spinning on her heels to face the moronic pirate himself, sadistic smirk on her own face. He wasn’t going to get to her, and she would find a way to truly make him pay.

“If it isn’t the Hookless Wonder himself,” she retaliated, gaze falling to his twitching hand. She pressed her lips together, faking a sympathetic expression. “Heard you lost your favourite toy when you were dead. So sad, but I’ll gladly give you a hand getting back down there to retrieve it if you want.” She didn’t step closer, didn’t falter back; simply stood her ground for this confrontation.

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closed starter for @pxreevil

There had been a reason Mal hadn’t wanted to come to Storybrooke, that she’d wanted to stay on the Isle, and it hadn’t been because it had been her ideal life. Although she’d had power, she hadn’t had her magic and although she’d had her friends, she hadn’t had what she’d been promised. She hadn’t had the happy ending she’d been told she would get. Her own mother had lied to her, clearly sold her and the other villain children out, and that...

It made Mal angry. But more than angry; she was hurt and confused too. She’d thought they had a good thing going, that her mother might even have been proud of her, but to send her away, to curse her to that wretched island... Mal had wanted to stay to spite her. To show that she’d get her happy ending no matter what her mother tried to do to prevent it. Which was why Mal was taking some time alone in the park, trying to come to terms with her emotions, both regarding her mother and for a certain dark-haired teenager in her life. Evie. 

Was it possible that she could find happiness with her friends?

[malajvsted]

closed starter for @firstmateguyliner

A small part of Mal had been glad that she’d seen Harriet before finding Evie. It had meant that she hadn’t been able to take her anger out of the older Hook, despite it not being her fault that Evie died. No, that responsibility belonged solely to the only male Hook child, Harry himself. The mere thought of him made her burn with the desire for vengeance. How dare he touch one of hers; not only Evie, but Carlos too. How dare he think he had the right to take the lives of her gang? How dare he even breathe in the same world as them? But even as her temper flared, her own inner voice spoke up, telling her to calm down before she burned out. The likelihood of her running into Harry Hook in this town were slim to none, especially if he found out how enraged she was. She had to take solace in that fact. Even he wasn’t stupid enough to seek her out, surely.

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Evie, check. Carlos, check. There was only one more wayward member of her crew to collect and that was the most elusive of the three, her thief extraordinaire, Jay himself. She’d always been glad he’d been part of her crew and not an enemy, especially after their memories had returned. To have Jafar’s son as a rival would have been a nightmare, but beyond that, she’d genuinely come to care for the other teenager. It wasn’t something she’d said out loud often enough - on the Isle, emotion was weakness. Love was weakness, and now they were gone, it was hard to let such concepts go. Still, as she caught sight of her quarry, she couldn’t help but grin. “Where are you off to in such a rush?” she called out.

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thefcirest·:

Evie was aware that had probably been the first time she had ever said thank you to Mal, terms like that never went down well on the Isle, and the blue princess would usually avoid such things to keep her head down, not bring such attention to her that she, in fact, was too soft for the Isle. But, the reply she had received from Mal was good, at least she hadn’t accused her of being soft, or too kind, instead, she seemed to have accepted it? Choosing not to mention it, Evie instead sent a smile her purple-haired friend’s way, it wasn’t her usual smile which had once lit up her whole face, but it was getting there - slowly. 

“I was worried about you,” The princess blurted out, eyes wide as she stumbled over her own words trying to fix what she had messed up “- I mean, we were all worried about you, obviously..” A frown as well as look of concern etching over her expression, as she scanned over Mal’s face, her free hand - the one currently not holding Mal’s hand - reached up to her friend’s face without any kind of hesitation, fingers gently tracing against her face, before quickly trying to play it off as she had been looking for any sign of hurt from when she had been knocked out. “Are you okay?” 

Finally, her hand fell back to her side, teeth sinking into her painted red lower lip, did she dare speak up that she would rather stay in her mother’s house? Right now it was where she felt the safest, even though her mother was nowhere in sight - no one would dare step foot into the Evil Queen’s house, right? But she also didn’t want to let Mal down, or be apart from her and the boys - they’d been together for twenty-eight years, at least Evie, it felt difficult to go her own way without them. “I kind off.. might have somewhere?” Her words quiet mumbles, but from the closeness of the two of them, she was sure Mal would’ve picked them up.

The smile still wasn’t quite right. Mal knew Evie almost better than she knew herself; she could tell when the other girl was hiding something, but it wasn’t like Evie to hide things that were bothering her. The faery had no idea what to do - did she try to push it out of Evie, or did she leave her to come to terms with whatever it was on her own? Ultimately, she decided that Evie would tell her when she was good and ready, and if things seemed to be getting worse, then she’d push her into confessing what was going on. Instead, she just smiled in return, squeezing her hand again so she could feel the excitement sparking through her veins at her touch.

Sparks that only flickered quicker as Evie touched her cheek. Mal’s lips parted slightly, a tiny gasp escaping her as the princess’s soft fingers grazed over her cheeks. Evie had been worried about her. She’d made the other girl concerned and her question brought Mal close to confessing everything. How she’d been so scared, looking for the others on the Isle as it began collapsing. The guilt she’d felt when she woke up in the forest, alone and filthy and perfectly safe when her friends could have been dead. How the magic ran through her veins like magma and she’d missed the burn so badly. Instead, she rolled her eyes. “I’m fine, Evie. As bad to the bone as ever,” Mal responded, trying to laugh it off.

Mal did catch her words and her eyes lit up, an approving smile spreading across her lips. “That’s my girl,” she responded before she could catch herself, smile fading into embarrassed horror as she quickly sought to correct herself. “I mean, that’s why we keep you around, isn’t it? You’re just so resourceful and smart, Evie. What would we do without you?” Mal pursed her lips together to stop the rambling, closing her eyes for a moment to centre herself. “Where is it? Are the boys already there?”

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isleharriet·:

“Because yer as emotionally unbalances as the lizard you call mother?” Harriet offered unhelpfully as a solution. “Yes throwing down sounds fun - the more you use your powers, the greater the prince Malizard. All magic comes with a price, and what are you willing to pay to get at me? You ready to stain that little heart of yers black?”

“Worried? Why no. Not at all. You imploding, being trapped in a faraday cage. These are the dreams that actually make dreaming worthwhile.” She sighed dramatically, but it changed to an amused snort at Mal’s words. “Crush aye? O’ course, that’s what this is.” Harriet’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “Ye know though Mal, I did have ye on, my what would it be like to kiss them list. But alas, I’m an honest woman now, Ant and me.” She shoulders bunched in a deep shrug. “This has been a positively riveting conversation Dragon Wart; but you fail to think things through logically - unsurprising really. This isn’t the Enchanted Forest. This is a land which stifles magic. Not unlike the Isle, and we were trapped there for twenty eight years until the annoyingly peppy sheriff broke the curse - we didnae escape the isle Violet, we were freed. Except nae one is freeing us this time.”

That was hilarious enough to make Mal laugh, diverting her eyes as she fought to retain control. Mal was nothing like her mother, nothing. She might lie and steal and cheat, she might even hurt people, but she didn’t break her promises. She didn’t leave her family behind to rot. Mal rolled her eyes at the old adage, shaking her head. “Stain? Please, Harriet. I’m already rotten to the core.” Except she wasn’t. Mal had never removed her heart; had never asked her mother to show her what her magic had done. But Mal had never truly used her magic to hurt other people either. Not yet. 

Harriet continued droning on and the faery rolled her eyes. She didn’t care who the other girl kissed, or fucked, or whatever it was she was going on about. “You don’t have to concern yourself with my wellbeing, or my magic,” she replied. Harriet didn’t get it. Mal had been without her powers for decades; literally decades. The town might not have been with magic before, but she could feel it in the air, under the streets. Someone had brought magic to this town, and that meant she was free to use her powers. “Who says we’re trapped?” she asked. “Maybe they just need someone strong enough to break whatever curse is holding this place inside a bubble.”

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isleharriet·:

“Nah, I’m only this close because I caught you off guard Mal baby.” The pirate cooed gently. The hands moving across her stomach had Harriet pausing wondering what the fae was up too. Until eyes glowed and she was thrown back, but she managed to brace herself and managed to land on one knee rather than her ass. Harriet gritted her teeth at the pain in her side, and the pain in her knee from landing on it. “Ye mean in the fact we’re no ash right now.” She made popping sound with her lips as used her hands to mimic an explosion. “Yer lucky that you didnae knock yerself out there Dragon Breath.”

She moved back close to Mal, her hand moving to play with a strand of purple hair. “Oh Mal, who needs weapons?” She pulled her hand back, a wicked grin on her lips. “No just weapons contain iron. No in this land.” Buttons, jewellery, everything had iron in it here. It was glorious. “I wonder how careful yer going to have to be in this town Mal - metal everywhere - how much of it will be iron I wonder? I bet the houses were built with iron bones - would it act as a cage if you went inside a house built with iron?” Harriet laughed happily.

Mal was rather pleased to see Harriet almost fall on her ass, blown a good distance away, leaving her satisfied with the result. Yes, she still had a handle on her magic. That was good, and if it had indeed grown more powerful like she anticipated, then she was going to have to make sure she kept an iron grip (pun not intended) on the reins. She shrugged at the pirate on the floor, pressing her lips together in a frown before she spoke. “I don’t know why you think I don’t have a grip on my powers, Fish Bait,” she replied, holding her hands up. “I could have done a lot worse and not a bit of damage to myself. Do you really want to throw down?” The truth was that she wasn’t completely confident; the sort of magic she’d have to use to scare Harriet off was more than she was ready to test.

Then again, she thought to herself as Harriet approached, touching her hair like she was someone deserving of that closeness, perhaps she should just burn the bitch. Green eyes narrowed, but she pulled an innocent face. “Are you worried about little old me?” she questioned, bringing her finger up to boop Harriet on the nose. “As adorable as your crush is, Oyster Brain, I’ll be just fine. The Enchanted Forest couldn’t contain me and neither will this little town.”

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isleharriet·:

“Awww you think I’m a princes and my face is pretty.  Go for it Pixiedust, do your worst - do you actually even remember how to use that magic of yours? You sure using it wouldn’t implode on yourself? You willing to take that risk? Because I am.” The pirate backed up, but as soon as her back touched the wall she flipped them so Mal was against the wall. “I wonder if iron would burn you now - I heard it’s poisonous the the fae people. I mean, I’m not Harry, but I’m more than willing to experiment in the name of science.”

“However I’m feeling generous. Recently my pseudo big brother came back into my life and he is horrifyingly heroic. While you were god only knows where - maybe sleeping, your mom’s good at those curses right? - everyone that was on the Isle when it collapsed died. Jay was here. Carlos there. Evie, not a damn clue. But Hades sprung that cage and brought everyone back. Yay.” she muttered the last part sarcastically, hands clapping together in a girly way.

Mal scowled. So she was out of practice, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t figure something out to torment the pirate with. Being pinned didn’t intimidate her - she’d been in worse situations, and she was absolutely willing to take the risk of imploding if it meant she took this snot-nosed little brat with her. God, Harriet was worse than Harry, and Mal hated Harry for more reasons than she could count. Literally the only thing going for the oldest Hook was her face, and she was more than tempted to ruin that right now. But she stayed still, listening. Carlos died. Evie... She didn’t know what had happened to Evie, and Jay was okay. She had to find them, as soon as possible. 

Eyes going wide, she pulled her best faux-innocent face and snapped. “Oh, you think you’ll ever get close enough to pull a weapon on me, Barnacle Brain?” Her hands found Harriet’s sides, sliding up to rest against her stomach. “You’re only this close because you’re right where I want you.” Her eyes glowed and she pushed with her magic, forcing Harriet away. Pursing her lips together, she fluttered her eyelashes. “But thanks so much for the information, Harri. My gratitude can be found in the fact you’re not ash right now.”

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truebelievcr·:

He caught the book quickly and continued to scowl at her as she started speaking, the nickname wasn’t lost to him and he was slightly annoyed by the comment about his height but also didn’t really care because he very rarely heard nicknames from people outside of his family so he liked it. “I know that you think you’re all hard and stuff because you’re from the Isle but there are too many adults here to let you get away with that”

So she must be the last one in Evie’s little gang that Callie had told him about. Maeve or something. “I don’t need anyone to steal me candy, I have money and I have family who would happily buy it for me” He informed her firmly, he didn’t care about candy when he lived with his mom and had Emma around as well. “My sister is around here somewhere, someone told me the other day that Carlos is staying at the occult shop I think”

The scowl wasn’t lost on Mal but she ignored it. She’d seen and given far worse expressions in her time. It just meant he was paying attention to what she said which, at the end of the day, was precisely what she wanted. “I don’t think I’m hard, little boy,” Mal replied with a smirk. “I know I am.” She was the goddamn daughter of a woman who could turn into a dragon. Mal had very few fears, even in this new land.

“Stolen candy always tastes better. It’s in the details,” she replied, echoing her mother from long ago. No, Mal needed to stop thinking about her. She did a double take, however, as the kid said... “Sister?” she asked, trying to piece together what she’d asked for and the response she’d gotten. “I asked about Evie. Evie, blue hair, carries a mirror everywhere, always looks drop dead gorgeous. That Evie.” He had to have misunderstood, that was all. 

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thefcirest·:

Eyes nervously searched Mal’s looking for any kind of reaction and trying to read it, she would like to believe that she had grown pretty good with reading her friends reactions and expressions. Yet she had never once seen her eyes looking as they did, it was terrifying, yet she never once moved away because everything inside of the princess knew that the purple-haired girl would never hurt her. 

Evie gave Mal the time that she needed to calm herself down, her grip on her best friends hand never once faltering away. Instead, she took the moment to wonder for herself if Mal had magic just like she and Carlos had wondered so long ago, or it seemed long ago anyway, the curse first breaking. Not that it would ever change her opinion on Mal if her own thoughts had been correct that maybe she also had magic, getting it from her mother. 

She was cut from her thoughts as Mal spoke once more, Evie’s eyes instantly locking once more onto Mal’s. The touch of her hand against her hair, and the calming of her words, Evie felt the most in peace she had since she came back to life, she truly believes that with Mal around, she would never see Harry again, and that was something she hoped would stick at forever. “Thank you.” 

Returning the squeeze, Evie hoped it reassured Mal, if anything she was thankful that Mal had been okay. “It’s okay, I’m just so glad that you’re okay, I’d been looking for you as well, you and Jay. But we’re all together now.” 

Truth be told, Mal had almost forgotten she hadn’t had her magic on the Isle. That her friends wouldn’t realise she was part faery, that she had power running through her veins that had been trapped in flesh for twenty eight years and was raring, ready to be used once again. She had never been as strong as her mother, had still been learning to use her magic before the curse, but now she would need to practice once again. There was no way she could risk her friends to a temperamental outburst.

It was odd. A thank you wasn’t a common occurrence on the Isle because it meant weakness, but it was so special to hear it from Evie that Mal treasured those words. They held so much more meaning than anyone else would ever realise, including Mal herself. “No problem,” she laughed, nodding at her friend. And she meant it. Evie would never be a problem to her, no matter what.

“I was more worried about the rest of you,” Mal admitted. She’d always been able to take care of herself. “I... I got knocked out when I came through the portal.” Was it a bad idea to keep her magic to herself? Possibly, but she wasn’t sure how to express it. Hey, guys, I can make fireballs and do my hair in like, a second. Tada! No, it didn’t work like that. She needed the right moment. “First point of order, then. We need somewhere to stay.” All four of them, where she could keep an eye on them.

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thefcirest·:

Evie had never been like any of the other kids from the Isle, or at least, the majority of them at least. She was soft and kind and never once tried to hide it, except when it came to Mal she would find herself soft-er if it was even possible, clinging onto her every word, and idolizing the purple haired girl. Had it been obvious to anyone else? She wasn’t all that sure, but to Evie, she knew how she felt about her best friend.

She knew it was bound to come up, the group of friends had always been fiercely loyal to each other, so a scar now around Evie’s neck was not something that would have been easily missed. Yet, thankfully, Mal had accepted their interlocking fingers, a small way of easing the princess’s mind for what she knew what would eventually come when she told her purple-haired friend the truth of her death. 

Mal’s growl had been followed by a small, yet confirming nod from Evie. Admitting it to herself was difficult, but being around Mal made everything that little bit easier. “It was Hook..” She spoke, eyes glancing down to their linked fingers, the sight warm and welcoming to her. “Harry.” She confirmed when her final thought had been that there was actually three Hook’s.

Evie and Carlos - the pair of them were soft, not cut out for the Isle. Mal had known that when she’d picked them up, when she’d added them to her crew alongside Jay. It wasn’t that they hadn’t had their uses - Carlos was smart in a technical sense and he needed the protection she and Jay afforded. Evie had been different. Evie was good with people; she could manipulate just about anyone she wanted to, and yet Mal knew she didn’t want to do that. Evie just wanted to live, and Mal... She kind of loved that about her. Evie was goodness, wrapped up in a pretty blue package.

The fact they were still standing, fingers intertwined, was the only reason Mal wasn’t breaking the nearest wall. At the mention of the surname, her shoulders had tensed, but the confirmation that it was Harry - Uma’s lackey - made her blood boil. Green eyes seemed to burn for a moment at the confirmation and Mal could feel her magic boiling in her blood. She wanted to transform like her mother did, into a monstrous dragon and eat the pathetic pirate whole...

But Evie needed her right now. 

With a calming breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, willing her returned, wild magic back down, before opening them, the evidence of her rage gone. She brought up her free hand and swept Evie’s hair behind her ear, giving her a small smile. “Don’t worry about Harry Hook. I’ll see to it he never bothers you again.” The faery squeezed Evie’s hand. “And I’m sorry. I tried to find you, but the Isle was collapsing and I... I stayed to the last moment.”

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isleharriet·:

“Apparently that dog breath made friends in low places. Heard he’d in tight with the rulers of the Underworld. I’d check out Lily of the Styx or Into the Underworld if you’re looking for him. Hades or his wife if arguably your best bet for finding Carlos. Where Carlos goes, Jay will likely follow - two for the price of one. Evie is anyone’s guess.” Dark eyes hardened and she took a step towards the half fae. “I would mind yet tongue Mal, that’s my siblings yer insulting and I don’t even take kindly to people complimenting them, never mind insults.”

“No all of them. No at first. Jay made it through, but he was the only one. He went to the underworld like i did to find them.” If someone said she’d be standing here having to try sooth the damn lilac pixie’s worries, she would have likely tried to stab them. But here she was, standing, wishing she was still stuck in the underworld to avoid such a conversation. But Harriet remembered how upset she was when CJ died, when realising that Harry and Ant had died; and maybe that was making her a little softer and squishier than she would like.

Carlos had what now? Mal’s expression dropped into one of disbelief for a moment. How- how the hell did Carlos make friends with literal gods? On second thoughts, she didn’t want to know. The son of Cruella had many hidden talents, even unto himself, and she wasn’t going to question this one. So that was the boys accounted for, but nothing on Evie. A hint of panic ran through her. Okay, okay. She had to figure out how to find her blue-haired bestie and stat. Mal couldn’t help but laugh as Harriet took a step towards her, trying to threaten her even. Oh, this? This Mal could deal with. She’d had enough fights on the Isle and prior to that, and now she had her magic back. “What’re you gonna do about it, Pirate Princess? Make me walk the plank?” Her fingers sparked, itching to unleash something on her.

Except any desire for a fight drained from the fairy in an instant at the mention of the Underworld. “What do you mean the Underworld? You just said they were alright!”Anger fueled her and in a moment, she was pushing the older pirate back towards the nearest wall, fists balling in her clothes. “You better explain, Hook, and fast, otherwise I’m going to ruin that pretty little face of yours.”

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truebelievcr·:

“Hey!” Henry exclaimed in shock and annoyance as his clipboard was snatched from his hand suddenly, his eyes moving up to catch sight of a purple haired girl that looked about his sisters age; she reminded him of his sister actually.

He glowered at the girl as he handed over his pen to the girl and tried to figure out who she was, but there were too many names on the list for him to figure out who she was. “Considering your inability to show manners, I’m guessing your from the Isle and I’m going to give you a suggestion. This place won’t let you get away with being a mean annoyance so be careful” He told her annoyed and with more confidence than he thought he would have in front of someone who could possibly and would possibly hurt him if he was being a pain.

“There are three gangs here at the moment, Ettie is set up across the street, the three other pirates are down the docks and Evie’s around here somewhere with the other two” They were the only gangs he really knew about

Mal found her name quickly, but Evie, Carlos and Jay weren’t anywhere to be seen. When she was done with it, she tossed it back at the kid with a note of surprise. He clearly wasn’t from the Isle, but the pipsqueak seemed to have a backbone. She liked it. “You really have no idea how it works, do you, munchkin?” she asked with a laugh. She was the daughter of Maleficent. No one crossed her, and any who did would soon learn why they shouldn’t.

“Evie,” she repeated as soon as the young boy had mentioned her best friend’s name. “Tell me where they are. Evie and the others. Maybe I’ll steal you some candy, sweeten the deal for you.” Bribery always worked on the Isle, especially when it revolved around food. Mal just needed her friends back and then they could find a way to get out of there before something awful happened, like the purple-haired fae meeting her mother again. 

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thefcirest·:

Mal squealing had managed to catch the princess off guard, only because she had never expected to hear that coming from her best friend, it was not very villainous of her, but Evie loved it. And she loved the fact that she had managed to make her do it, she might one day test her limits and see what else she could bring out of the purple haired girl. 

Letting Mal do her own mental check over herself, Evie understood why she was doing it because she had done the exact same thing to Carlos the first time she’d seen him in the Underworld, however she was worried once Mal’s sight would fall to the scar that now permanently decorated her neck, she wanted to keep Mal as close as possible right now, and something told her the second she found out she’d be after Harry.  Instead of answering, Evie nervously bit into her lower lip, reaching up to take Mal’s hands away from her upper arms, and instead, lacing their fingers together - an action she had never once thought about when she would do it on the Isle. “I died… I was —- murdered.”

If only Mal had known what Evie was thinking; it would have changed everything, but unfortunately, telepathy was not one of Mal’s abilities and instead she had to be embarrassed because she’d squealed. Evil, that hadn’t been villainous in the slightest and showing that much emotion... It was weakness. That was what her mother had always taught her, and Mal was not one to be weak. Yet with Evie... She could perhaps make an exception. Just this once.

It seemed the weakness wasn’t going away. Green eyes grazed over a nasty-looking scar that hadn’t been there last time she’d seen Evie, and she was only momentarily distracted by Evie suddenly linking fingers with her, catching Mal off guard and causing her to gasp slightly. She squeezed her fingers around Evie’s, comforting her even as she sought out reassurance that she wasn’t losing her mind. The bluenette’s words helped get her back on track.

“Murdered?” Mal growled. Someone had- someone had killed Evie and Mal hadn’t been there to stop them. Whoever it was, they were going to meet their end and soon. “By who?” she asked, using their linked hands to pull her closer together. “I will make them pay.”

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truebelievcr·:

“So are there anymore names that I have to add to or remove from the lists of those missing and those that have arrived into the town?” Henry questioned as he held his pen tightly in his hand and looked around at the few new faces to arrive in the town.

He had removed CJ Hook and Anthony Tremaine from the missing list and had added them to the returned list as soon as he had met the blonde girl and spent nearly two hours talking to her.

Mal watched the small boy as he asked so eagerly about missing people, and for a moment she was reminded of some of the younger kids on the Isle. She didn’t know if he was an Auradon brat or someone who’d been stuck in this town, but with that bright eyed look and eagerness to help, she knew he’d never seen the horrors of where she and her friends had lived the last twenty eight years. 

Reaching out, she snatched the clipboard out of the kid’s hand and scanned over it, surprised to find her own name under missing. She hadn’t been missing; she’d jumped through a portal at the last moment after struggling to find her gang, and the sudden influx of her own magic coming back to her had knocked her out cold for a couple of days. “Gimme your pen,” she murmured, holding out her hand and gesturing for it to hand him over. “So I can scratch myself off here and you can tell me where I find my gang.”

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thefcirest·:

She was seeing things, that she was sure of, yet the moment the purple hair had come into her sights, and of course the rotten apple, which actually she had noticed second. — But could it really be that Mal was here? What had started off as a walk, very quickly broke into a sprint, arms wrapping around the purple haired girl as soon as she was within touching range. 

“You’re really here..” Her words come out muffled as she tightly wrapped herself around her best friend. “I was so glad you weren’t in the underworld, because well - you weren’t dead, but I never thought I’d see you again, but you’re really here.”  

Mal’s expression changed quicker than a bolt of lightning; one second she was preparing to rip someone apart verbally, and the next she was squealing - literally squealing - in delight. Of course, expressing such excitement wasn’t what a daughter of Maleficent should do, and that made it all the better. Another way to spite her mother for letting this happen to them all. The purple-haired girl caught her best friend as she all but barged into her, arms locking around the princess without a second thought.

“I’m not dead,” she agreed, “And neither are you.” The fact she had been terrified her beyond belief; she would have gone down there after the other girl, if she’d had a chance. Pulling back, Mal rested her hands against the top of Evie’s arms, running her eyes to do a mental health check. “Of course I’m here. You’re not going to get rid of me that easily. Now, tell me what happened so I can kick whoever's ass I need to.”