Could you write a one shot where Evie was only pretending to be Mals friend and is actually Evil and wants revenge for Mal and Maleficent banishing Evie and her mother
Soooo sorry for the wait!!!! This has been sitting in my inbox for like at least a month, if not longer. I have horrible time management.
Warning for violence and a dark character.
Sometimes, looking at Mal is like looking into a mirror.
Not physically of course - Mal’s split ends and uneven eyebrows and chapped lips nearly make Evie gag - but they’re similar spirits. Kindred spirits, her mother had once said. The Evil Queen wasn’t talking about Evie and another girl at the time, but it still fits.
They’re both lonely, so painfully lonely that Evie almost hurts for Mal as much as herself. They are isolated, shadows of their parents, scarred from when their mothers looked down at them with disdain.
Other kids on the Isle have people to turn to. Uma has her crew, Anthony has his cousin, Carlos even has Beelzebub.
But not Evie. Not Mal.
“Come on, E. Keep up.” Even as the command leaves Mal’s lips, she stops and waits. Like a pitiful little kitten hiding behind a lion’s roar.
“I’m right behind you, M.” Evie smiles so sweetly, lovely, charming and disarming. “I’m following you.”
The difference between them is that Mal’s solitude is her own choice. She chose to scare away other kids, she chose to steal and lie and hurt others, she wanted to be feared to keep kids away.
Evie didn’t.
She wanted friends and neighbors, no matter how wicked. She wanted a boyfriend or a girlfriend or just familiar faces instead of her own reflection, showing every fault.
“What’s this special place you’re taking me to?”
“It’s a surprise,” Mal grunts as she climbs a rusting fence. “Just keep moving. We’re almost there.”
All because of a birthday party, one she didn’t even plan, Evie was banished to her castle. 10 years. 10 horrible, awful, aching years.
Because Mal was jealous.
She’s apologized since and she didn’t let Evie fall into a thousand year sleep, but Mal can’t erase that time, that horror of always being behind walls, watching other kids grow and play and live.
“Okay, last stop. Here.” Mal begins to scale the fire escape of a building, so run down that even on the Isle, people refuse to live in it, but she pauses and offers her hand.
Evie smiles like she always does and reaches for it, allowing Mal to hoist her up, allowing Mal to think Evie is weak.
Mal grins. Miss Oh-So-Wicked has a soft spot for helping people, it seems. Mal is a wonderful liar, even to herself.
They make their way up the building easily, never stopping to catch their breath.
“This,” Mal sweeps her arm out, “is what I wanted you to see.”
As much as Evie wants to deny it, the site is beautiful. It could be out of an Auradon painting if it weren’t for the dirty air in the barrier.
The water that separates them from the rest of the world reflects the setting sun, the sky in the background is a thousand colors perfectly blended. If she squints, Evie can even make out a few birds over the ocean.
“I love it here.” Mal breathes. Her shoulders are lax, her face is calm, her eyes are distant. This isn’t the Mal that the Isle knows, but it’s the Mal that Evie has been allowed to know. The artist who finds beauty in everything, the leader who just wants to breathe, the daughter of Maleficent who likes to help others.
Evie appreciates the sky, appreciates the far-off look on Mal’s face, appreciates the height of their quaint spot.
The crumbling building is still several stories. At the bottom is hard pavement and few people. They are truly alone up here.
“I just wanted to share this with you,” Mal murmurs with a soft, carefree look on her face. She has a friend in Evie, they both know.
But Evie has never felt so alone before.
“It’s gorgeous.” Evie steps closer to the edge, head tilted in faux peace. “I can see why you love it.”
Mal stays silent, but follows her.
“Thank you for showing this to me, M.”
“I’ve never wanted to share it with anyone else before,” Mal says, still focused on the scene. “Only you.” She reaches for Evie’s hand and winds their fingers together.
If Evie didn’t hate her so fucking much, she thinks she could fall in love with Mal some day.
Evie steps closer, too close for her own comfort, but Mal follows. It’s a role reversal that Evie doesn’t know what to do with.
The toes of their boots hang over the edge now, but the sun set is so close, Evie thinks she could touch it.
“M,” Evie moves back from the ledge slowly. “I just wanted to tell you,” her voice drops and she brings her hands up to clutch Mal’s shoulders. Evie moves delicately, keeping Mal focused on her, twisting the two of them until they are just right.
Mal looks at her, sun glowing in the background, watching Evie easily, hopefully. “What?”
Evie tightens her grip on Mal’s shoulders and her lips twitch. “Go to hell.”
Just as Mal’s eyes widen, Evie shoves her over the edge.
Whew, that was dark. I kind of liked it though, I hope you did too!
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