ricky ily but also are you of the opinion that omega charles is has a hierarchy of alphas (and the final say) of who can feast (i.e. lestappen <3 always unless max is busy he is open to the next front runner) or the alphas are constantly fighting over him and charles enjoys the alpha fights or the alphas are like allocated days of the week for chussy so equality for all?? pls share your thoughts hehehehehehehe
this is such a hilarious ask but also important to address… the idea of the padlock alphas just having assigned days to chussy and having to wait their respective turn is what they WISH was the arrangement, but nobody has the class or patience to respect that let’s be real. the real omegalerc affairs is concerning of fights and battles that don’t really matter bc at the end of the day it’s all up to sharl’s jurisdiction (he will pick max 9/10 times)
Mal stood at the top of the castle steps, a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She wore a high-collared violet coat lined with silver stitching—a quiet nod to her Isle roots, modernized with a Queen’s grace. Beside her, Ben laced his fingers with hers.
“Ready for this?” he asked.
Evie was already in the middle of the dance floor, spinning in a sapphire gown she’d designed herself, hair shimmering like a gem. She winked across the room. Jay was posted by the dessert table, tossing a mini cupcake into the air and catching it in his mouth, impressing a group of younger VKs who clearly idolized him. And Carlos—Carlos was adjusting the settings on a tiny silver camera orb floating over the crowd, recording memories, cataloguing joy. Fairy Godmother was chatting animatedly with a student from the Isle—ten years ago, that would’ve been unthinkable.
Mal nodded.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “They’re not just here because of us. They’re here because we all changed things.”
The party was loud, chaotic, and perfect.
VKs and AKs filled the ballroom—some in wild outfits, some in Auradon whites, some in both. There were no dress codes anymore, no one to say “not here” or “not like that.” Uma had dyed the tips of her braids gold for the occasion and was holding court near the snack table, daring anyone to out-dance her.
Gil wore a glittering blazer with a giant “10” on the back. It lit up. No one was surprised. Jane floated little flowers above everyone’s heads that exploded into bursts of scented confetti.—some in wild outfits, some in Auradon whites, some in both. There were no dress codes anymore, no one to say “not here” or “not like that.”
Violet lanterns floated overhead like gentle fireflies. Silver and gold streamers shimmered along ivy-covered towers. A banner stretched across the castle gates, bold and proud: “10 Years United — Auradon & Isle Together”. There were no guards. No tension. No boundaries. Just music, laughter, and the magic of a found family returning home.
“Speech time?” Carlos called out, joining Mal at the edge of the floor.
Mal raised a brow. “Don’t look at me. You know I hate speeches.”
“You’ve given five. In three languages.”
“She likes pretending she hates attention,” Evie teased, appearing with a shimmer of glitter on her cheeks.
Jay walked up behind them, brushing powdered sugar from his fingers. “We could just start dancing again and skip the speech entirely.”
But the crowd had noticed them. The music lowered. Someone chanted, “Core Four! Core Four!” And then everyone was chanting.
Mal groaned, but there was laughter in it. “Fine.”
They stepped up to the fountain steps together—Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos. No crowns. No uniforms. Just the four of them, like they used to be. VKs from the Isle who refused to stay boxed in by anyone’s expectations. Mal looked out at the crowd and lifted a glass of enchanted punch.
“Ten years ago, they told us we didn’t belong here. We were called villains, thieves, monsters. They thought we’d ruin everything.”
Evie stepped forward, her voice smooth as silk.“We didn’t ruin Auradon. We remade it.”
Jay leaned on the railing, grinning. “We built something better than rules and fear. We built family.”
Carlos nodded, smile soft. “And now we’ve got a kingdom full of misfits, dreamers, inventors, and maybe a few accidental spells—”
Mal laughed, then raised her glass higher. "To the people we were. To the people we became. And to every kid—Isle or Auradon—who refuses to be told what they can’t be.”
They clinked glasses. The crowd erupted.
That night, the Core Four danced like no time had passed. Carlos spun Evie in a dramatic twirl before dipping her too low and almost falling with her. Jay and Mal had an impromptu dance battle that drew cheering circles of people around them. Evie ended up stealing the DJ booth by midnight. Mal disappeared for ten minutes and came back with her boots charmed to glow with every step. No one wanted it to end. Not this night. Not this feeling.
Somewhere near the back of the garden, the Core Four found a quiet moment together, tucked in the glow of lanterns. Jay leaned back in the grass. “Remember when we used to steal food from the market?”
Carlos snorted. “We used to call it shopping.”
Evie curled up in a blanket. “We had to fight to be here.”
Mal stared up at the stars, her voice quiet. “And we’d do it all again.”
A long silence. Not sad. Just full.Then Carlos sat up and grinned. “Next year: eleven-year reunion?”
Mal groaned. Jay laughed. Evie smiled sleepily. But no one said no. And overhead, the lights of Auradon burned on. Not for the kings or crowns. But for the kids who changed everything.
Later, just as the night started to settle, and the lights dimmed slightly for the closing act… A flick of glowing purple magic soared into the sky. It split once, twice, and then bloomed—Into a breathtaking firework display. Dragons. Crowns. Potion bottles. Llamas (of course). The Isle and Auradon crests burned gold in the air before melting into stars. Everyone looked up, dazzled.
Down near the garden hedge, barely in the light, stood Myza in a fitted black coat, hands folded behind her back, expression unreadable.
Carlos spotted her and grinned. “You didn’t have to do all that.”
She tilted her head, voice dry. “I wanted to leave a mark. Subtly.”
Evie waved from across the lawn. “You lit up the sky, Myza!”
Myza smirked faintly. “Exactly.”
As the last firework burst above the castle, the crowd cheered one final time.
Mal looked around her—at Jay, Evie, Carlos… at the sea of VKs and AKs mingled together.
This was theirs.
This kingdom.
This moment.
And somewhere in the stars above them, a final spell-shaped spark wrote three words in light:
“Still Standing Strong.”
AUTHORS NOTE: An alternate version where Carlos is sadly still dead will be posted soon🤗
Stellt euch vor, ihr seid Deutsch-Mexikaner, gehört seit zwei Jahren zur Stammbesetzung einer bekannten deutschen Seifenoper, spielt einen Charakter mit dem Namen "Carlos Lopez", dessen einziger Personality Trait es ist, dass das spanische Feuer in ihm lodert, und im monatelang angeteaserten Spanien-Special dieser besagten Seifenoper kommt ihr nicht eine Sekunde vor.
