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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Descendants_(Disney_Movies)
  Relationship:
      Evie/Mal_(Disney), Jay/Carlos_de_Vil, Evie/Jay/Mal/Carlos_de_Vil, Harry
      Hook/Uma, Gil/Harry_Hook, Ben/Harry_Hook, Harry_Hook/Others, Mal/Uma_
      (Disney)
  Character:
      Mal_(Disney), Evie_(Disney), Jay_(Disney), Carlos_de_Vil, Uma_(Disney),
      Harry_Hook, Gil_(Disney:_Descendants), Ben_(Disney:_Descendants),
      Maleficent_(Disney), Evil_Queen_(Disney), Jafar_(Disney), Cruella_de_Vil,
      Ursula, Captain_Hook, Gaston_(Disney), Beast_(Disney), Belle_(Disney)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Dark, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Underage_Sex,
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Child_Abuse, Physical_Abuse, Crimes_&_Criminals,
      It's_Not_Paranoia_If_They're_Really_Out_To_Get_You, Underage_Drinking,
      Underage_Smoking, Recreational_Drug_Use, Theft, Homelessness
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      Published: 2017-09-16 Updated: 2017-09-30 Chapters: 2/? Words: 5007
****** Forever Is A Very Long Time ******
by AliceWhitmore
Summary
     This is Descendants if it wasn't on Disney Channel but HBO, Showtime
     or any other channel who I swear is not sponsoring me.
Notes
     This is a very very dark version of Descendants that includes Rape,
     Violence, Child Abuse, Mental Illness, Trauma, Sexual acts between
     Children.
     Also I have only watched both movies and only know bits and pieces
     about the books so if you've read the books then this is most likely
     going to be a huge insult and I'm sorry. Just not sorry enough to
     actually read them before writing this.
***** Ripped Away *****
The creation of the Isle of the Lost was not as seamless or easy as the history
books in Auradon would have you believe. One of the biggest problems was
raising all the villains from the dead so they too could be put on the island
to suffer. The reason the oh so glorious king and queen gave was that death was
too easy an end for people who had committed such horrific crimes, especially
now that Hades wasn't ruling the underworld anymore and therefore wasn't
providing eternal punishment. While it was true, they didn't reveal their fear
that the villains would somehow be resurrected and rise to power once again to
overthrow the monarchy. So to avoid this the king and queen temporary lifted
the ban on necromancy to entice a dark sorcerer to do their bidding,
guaranteeing that all villains, previously dead or not, would be locked away.
The sorcerer they used had no illusions of being spared from banishment to the
Isle, but they figured if they didn't do it it then someone else would and they
saw it as an opportunity for revenge against dead enemies.
After all the main and resurrected villains were imprisoned the king and queen
sent out their armies to round up all known associates to them. This included
henchman, allies, and those who were once under the spell of evil magic users.
They were considered dangerous and ripped away from their homes and their
families. Most in Auradon did not witness the vicious removals except for those
in the same villages as the accused. Screams and pleas for mercy went unheard
by soldiers as children watched their parents taken away and thrown in the
backs of trucks. Some children even had to be held back as the ones who loved
and cared for them were taken away, their sobs broken as if wrenched from their
chests.
The royalty justified this by saying it was all in favor of creating the
perfect utopia, which convinced most but not those who had witnessed the cruel
acts of the so called good leaders. Still they were powerless and afraid of
being labeled evil and sent off to the Isle of the Lost.
Once all who were seen as evil were locked away by a barrier created by Fairy
Godmother the issue of how to keep the villains alive on the island arose. For
the first few weeks those on the island were on their own, starving and without
medicine. Then the king came up with the ingenious plan to send a monthly
supply of all the discarded items from Auradon. Rusted coins, unfinished food,
useless technology and sometimes even medicine. It all came on a ship let
through in a weak spot of the barrier. It was another way to punish the
villains, making them live on scraps from the tables of their enemies.
For the first year it was peaceful, and on the one year anniversary of the
creation of the barrier the king and queen took a trip to gaze through to the
island to make sure all the evil creatures hadn't killed each other yet. What
they found horrified them. The villains had begun having children. Why they
bothered bringing offspring into their horrible existences baffled the royalty
until they realized the supply ships had never brought any kind of birth
control.
While they were there some of the residents caught sight of them staring
through the barrier. Some even dared to run up to where the king and queen
were, holding infants and falling to their knees, silently begging for the
others to take their children out of that horrible place. Queen Belle couldn't
stand to look, burying her face in her husband's chest who looked back at the
people in disgust.
That was their last visit to the island, they couldn't stand to think about it,
no one in Auradon could, so they didn't. 
***** Without Even Knowing It *****
Chapter Summary
     Mal and Jay's backstories on the Isle with a more badass Carlos
     because I'm tired of everyone in this Fandom infantilizing him like
     he's not a VK who grew up learning bad morals too.
Chapter Notes
     What the fuck guys? So I post a prologue impulsively to a story I
     don't even have a plot for because a Tumblr post inspired me and in
     two days it has over 500 hits? GUYS! It was 2am and I was high when I
     posted this! Why?!? Why are you reading this?!? I am 17 and now have
     a following to write a Disney Channel original movie fan fiction?
     Jesus Christ.
     Sufficient to say I had a little existential crisis those first 48
     hours and now that I know this story is going to actually be read by
     people it can no longer be the plot-less set of idea concepts for a
     Dark AU that I originally planned. Nope, it's gotta have a plot, I'm
     going to have to research the books to get a better understanding of
     the world building and psychology. Then go into how the VKs would
     really react to being in Auradon and all the new social rules they'd
     have to learn instead of just learning to be "good".
     And it's all your faults.
     Anyway that's the explanation for why this took a while, I literally
     had to restructure and plan out the entire thing. And I'm not really
     mad at ya'll, just mad at myself for impulsively posting this and now
     having a duty to continue.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Maleficent disapproved of Uma, thought she was too small and weak to be a
proper minion of her daughter. When she told Mal this the young girl had tried
to convince her mother otherwise but to no avail. Her mind was set, Mal had to
drop her sidekick or risk being a disappointment in her mother's eyes, just
like her weak human father was.
Mal knew Uma wouldn't except it if she just told her that they weren't hanging
out anymore, the girl was too damn argumentative. So she had come up with a
plan to humiliate and completely cut off her one ally. If anyone else had done
what Mal had in mind they'd be in for a revenge killing like no other, but she
was the daughter of the most powerful villain on the Isle, no one would dare
lay a hand on her for fear of invoking her mother's wrath.
She was surprised at how easily the cruel words came to her after pouring that
bucket of shrimp over Uma's head. God it had smelled, Mal would be astonished
if the other girl could ever be able to get rid of it. Something about the
thought of Uma repeatedly scrubbing her blue braids and never being able to
rinse away of the rotten shrimp smell was hilarious to Mal, maybe she'd even
have to cut off all her hair. After regaining her breath from the menacing
laughs she couldn't help but release, Mal looked down at Uma who was glaring at
her with a burning hatred, she'd been successful. Uma was going to hate her for
the rest of their lives.
Just for good measure Mal made sure Uma knew that she'd never be able to join
her and telling her that the name Shrimpy fit her her small, now smelling form.
At school the next day she'd be sure to get everyone else to call her Shrimpy
too, maybe swing by Serpent Prep as well. Now her mom would really know how
ruthless she could be.
A couple weeks later she made Jay, son of Jafar, her partner in crime. Her
mother was much more approving of this union and the two children kept up a
reign of terror over their territory. They stole anything they wanted,
destroyed anything they wanted, they had complete and unopposed control.
Sometimes Mal tried to convince herself that she didn't enjoy the cruel acts,
it was just a necessity to maintaining her reign. It was a lie of course, she
didn't enjoy other people's pain like that psycho Harry Hook, she still felt an
uneasiness when she witnessed the aftermath of what she'd done. Still, the
surge of power she felt anytime she'd brought someone to their knees outweighed
the guilt, it was the best feeling Mal had ever experienced and she understood
why her parents would dedicate their lives to the pursuit of it. This coupled
with the desire to impress her mother lessened all other feelings in the
matter. Besides, a lack of mercy was the only way to survive on the Isle, it
was standard.
By the time they were 12, Jay and Mal had become close, sometimes a little too
close. Not the fooling around part of course, they'd been fooling around for
months partly out of curiosity and partly because there wasn't anything better
to do with their time, most kids on the Isle had started earlier than them so
it wasn't out of the ordinary. But there were these nights every once in a
while when neither of them really wanted to go home so they'd sit on rooftops
and try to catch a glimpse of the moon through the ever present clouds that
hung over the Isle. They were rarely successful and usually resorted to talking
instead.
"I want to be by your side forever," Jay said on one of those nights. "You're
gonna to be a great ruler when you take over Auradon and I wanna be there when
you do." Mal just looked at him for a moment. In the two years they've been
partners he'd definitely proven he could be useful and loyal, but loyalty was
never something that lasted long here. Everyone had a price. Still she didn't
feel the usual desire to tear him down for having said something so childish.
Instead she smiled, a small but genuine smile that was still a bit wary. Trust
was not a luxury she could afford, but indulging him didn't seem to be of any
charge. A feeling in her gut told her that she wouldn't have to worry about Jay
trying to take their relationship any further, that he didn't hold any
unrequited feelings towards her and was content with their casual partnership.
With that feeling she let herself become a little more comfortable with the
boy, as long as she was still vigilant about the possibility of his betrayal
there was no harm in that. Right?
A few months later is when they'd met Carlos de Vil. Mal had seen him around
Dragon Hall but never paid much attention to an underweight boy everyone
thought was weak. At least until Harriet Hook approached her and Jay during
lunch one day at school. The tall older girl just oozed confidence and
nonchalance, her dark curly hair and blue eyes were striking. She had an
incredible resemblance to her father.
"I have a favor to ask," she'd started after sitting across from the two most
notorious villain kids. Harriet was not intimidated.
"And why would I ever do a favor for you?" Mal had shot back. The other girl
had expected this answer and almost seemed bored by it.
"Because I can pay you nicely for it. An offer you don't want to refuse," the
two underclassmen stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. "I need someone
to go to Hell Hall and get tobacco for me. That crazy wench has the only crop
of the stuff growing in her backyard. How she got it over here is a mystery but
regardless I want it. My father loves his cigars after all and I can sell the
rest."
"Why doesn't Hook get it himself?" Jay shot back with a bit more venom than
necessary, he wasn't fond of pirates, no one was. Harriet's eyes hardened when
she looked to Jay, "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to." She
was right of course, everyone knew that Hook and Cruella couldn't stand each
other. It must be because they were so alike with their manic rages overlapping
tales of glory from the past.
"You have minions, sorry, a crew," the glint in Mal's eyes said she was
anything but sorry. "Why not send them?" Cold blue eyes narrowed at the purple
haired girl.
"You think I'd be coming to you if they all hadn't failed me already? Endless
excuses every time they came back empty handed of the de Vil boy batting his
pretty eyes and saying it was a bad time or Cruella chasing them away screaming
and threatening to run them down in her car. They're all idiots if you ask me
but to be fair they're not with me because of their bargaining skills," she
paused to sigh audibly. "I'd do it myself but there's no way that wench would
even look at me. Besides, I shouldn't have to do my own dirty work."
"What makes you think I'd ever do your dirty work?" Mal seethed and Harriet
broke out into a cruel grin.
"I already mentioned the pay. If that's not reason enough I'll tell everyone in
this gods forsaken school that you were too much of a coward to face Cruella if
you refuse. Pretty much the same deal if you fail. Think of your reputation, I
bet mommy dearest would be so ashamed if she found out her daughter was a
coward, maybe even throw you out. What would you do without her ever present
protection?" Every word coming out in that condescending tone made Mal's blood
boil and she stood up fast, slamming her hands on the table. Harriet stood up
just as quickly with that same cruel grin even wider now, practically begging
Mal to fight her, to start a war with her and her crew. The entire cafeteria
was silent with a thick atmosphere, every other kid waiting in anticipation for
a brawl which would inevitably turn into a riot. 
"I'd skin you alive in front of your whole crew then make a flag of the
leftovers, just so everyone would know what happens when you threaten me," she
stated in a low but calm tone. The pirate seemed even more excited by the
words, her hand twitching at her side where her sword hung around her waist.
Harriet was the most sane in her family, calculating and cunning, but she still
loved a good fight. Mal knew this, knew the other girl was just trying to goad
her but it was in no way an empty threat. She stood up straight then, crossing
her arms and putting on a bored expression, everyone leaned in to see how she
would get out of a fight without looking weak.
"I'll go get the tobacco but I'm not giving it to you, I'll sell it to Hook or
anyone else that wants it directly. Although I do appreciate the info on this
business idea," Harriet didn't seem at all disappointed by her answer, not
really caring about selling tobacco as long as her father could get his, the
manipulative bitch. "One more thing," Mal smiled before the other girl had
fully turned to leave. "If you ever try to threaten me again I'll burn down
your ship and kill everyone in your crew," her eyes glowed green.
"I'd expect nothing less from you, daughter of Maleficent," and with that
Harriet walked away, her open red leather coat flowing out behind her. Pirates
always had a flare for the dramatics.
That's how Mal and Jay ended up standing at the front door of Hell Hall,
patiently waiting for the sounds of crashes and screaming to subside before
knocking. When there was a good solid minute of silence Mal proceeded to bang
her fist against the door. She wished she could've just snuck around back and
stolen the damn plants but someone in that house had been smart enough and
lucid enough to surround the crop in barb wire, not to mention had set a few
booby traps. Mal was wondering if her hair had stopped smoking when none other
than Carlos de Vil opened the door.
He didn't look particularly happy to be having visitors, managing to scowl at
them both despite holding a rag, presumably filled with ice, to the left side
of his jaw. Then another crash was heard upstairs followed by a string of cuss
words and Carlos barely glanced at the stairs behind him. She thought she saw
him briefly smirk before immediately going back to glaring at the two kids on
his doorstep.
"Now's not a great time," he managed to grit out as politely as he could with
how obviously annoyed he was at their presence.
"I don't care if it's a good time," Mal pulled out a dagger bigger than her
forearm and shoved Carlos back into the house, leaving Jay to close the door
behind them while she pushed the younger boy against the nearest wall. His rag
of ice fell out of his hand and went sprawling all over the floor but she
didn't pay any attention to it, staring down the boy instead. For an 11 year-
old with a knife to his throat, he was surprisingly calm. "We want the
tobacco," she made the threat clear with the tone of her voice. Jay hung back,
knowing Mal could handle this on her own. 
"You and everyone else on the Isle," he muttered almost too low for her to
hear. A little added pressure on the knife and the kid was leaning his head
back against the wall to avoid getting cut. He dropped the attitude after that.
Looking a little more scared but just as defiant he says, "Well either I hand
it over to you and my mother kills me or I don't and you kill me. I like the
last option because it means you never get what you came here for. I rigged
those traps myself, you'd never make it to the wire alive without me." Carlos
wasn't as weak as she'd thought, he had the balls to stand his ground around
her of all people. There was something respectable in that, if not incredibly
dumb. 
Had she not witnessed the traps herself she would've slit his throat right then
but the boy had excellent handy work, she knew he was right about never making
it to the crop alive. He had made himself indispensable. Mal pulled the knife
away from his throat and let go of his shirt which she had been using as
leverage. As she backed up she kept the knife trained in his direction,
obviously he was more clever than she had anticipated. When she was a good few
feet away he decidedly took a step away from the wall, hands up and palms open
in surrender. They could see the dark red mark on his cheek now, it was most
definitely going to bruise but it looked like the ice had helped with the
swelling. 
"I'll sell it to you if you want, the tobacco," Carlos started after a minute
of silence, he had a thoughtful look on his face. "You're gonna need someone to
roll the cigarettes, I doubt you either of you know how and I've been doing it
since I was four so I'm pretty good at it." There wasn't an underlying insult
beneath the words, he had just been stating facts.
"You said Cruella would kill you if you gave it away," Mal stated and he
shrugged in response, the hint of a self-congratulatory smile on his lips.
"Not so much if I sell it though. She probably wouldn't notice but if she does
she'll just take all the money I made and punish me for not telling her
sooner," so he'd exaggerated earlier to make it seem like he had nothing to
lose. She wonders if she should be mad about that and looks over to Jay who
shrugs indifferently.
"We could always just torture you til you give up the tobacco for free," Mal
took a step towards Carlos who looked determined not to step backwards in
response, he put on a good facade but she could see the underlying terror in
his eyes.
"I think you'll find I have a very high pain tolerance," he stared back at her.
"It wouldn't make any sense either. If you take everything then I can't grow
anymore for you to sell later." Carlos probably didn't expect the kids who
broke into his house and tried to rob him to know anything about growing plants
but Mal had learned a few things from Mad Maddy about her mother's herb garden
so she knew he was right. She hadn't really been planning on a long term money
making opportunity but now that it was in her head it sounded like a great
idea. 
"Seems like you've got this all sorted out, you could've started selling it
yourself years ago," she let her voice trail off and Carlos frowned before
gesturing to his small frame with his hands.
"You think anyone would take me seriously? I don't wanna run the chance of
being robbed," He smirked at that. "Besides, I'm too busy here to be going into
the market place everyday," he waved his hand dismissively and Mal finally
lowered her weapon but didn't put it away. She sized him up, a skinny kid like
him would be easy to overpower if called for, he didn't have any friends at
school or gang affiliations to betray her to but that didn't mean he wouldn't
anyway. He was a bit too smart for his own good. Even so, Mal would be an idiot
to turn down his offer, she'd be risking being seen as a coward and it really
did have the potential to make her a lot of money.
"Alright De Vil, you've got a deal," Jay went to stand beside Mal once she'd
said those magic words, following her lead in giving him one final warning
glare. "I don't have to remind you what would happen if you ever sold to anyone
else, do it?" Carlos shook his head.
"If you come back at dusk I'll have plenty of cigarettes, ready to sell."
"Don't forget cigars for Hook and Hades," she told him before turning to leave.
He didn't move until they had closed the doors behind themselves.
 
 
 
Jay and Mal got along well, ever since they started hanging out together he
realized how ambitious she was. He truly believed she could rule the world
someday and he intended to be at her side when she did. When he told her that
on the roof one night he could tell it kind of freaked her out but he didn't
regret saying it. It was the truth, nothing more, nothing less and nothing
else. They'd gotten closer after that, somehow becoming even more loyal to each
other. Loyalty was a rare thing on the Isle, everyone was looking to back stab
anyone else, it was just the way things were. But it was different for them,
when you grow up together and save each others lives as many times as they did
fierce loyalty just came naturally.  
Then Carlos came along. At the beginning he was just a business partner to
them, a necessity to keep making money. Over time he proved himself to be more,
smart and manipulative, sarcastic and cynical, his endless inventions and traps
became too much of a benefit for them to ignore. 
So when Jay noticed that Carlos got beat up a lot at school Mal was plenty
willing to grant him protection. His skinny frame just screamed vulnerable to
anyone looking to inflict the same pain they probably got at home but with Mal
and Jay behind him, no one dared to mess with Carlos anymore.  Jay was happy
about that, Carlos got enough of that shit at home.
Eventually Carlos managed to worm his way into their group. Hanging around them
silently at first but then getting comfortable enough to start conversing with
them. He started joining in on the fights and torments Mal and Jay kept up to
hold on to their power over the whole school. His inventions came in handy as
weapons when anyone dared to cross them. Soon it started to feel like Carlos
had always been there, like it wouldn't be the same anymore with him gone,
without even knowing it they had formed a clique.  
One night Jafar was drinking. This wasn't unusual, he'd drink and the back
table and count his coins he never intended on spending, it calmed him. Jay
still didn't like when his father drank, he made a point to stay away from the
shop until it was late enough that he'd be passed out before his son got home.
Sometimes he'd had to sneak out, like tonight, the air always felt charged when
he'd walk behind Jafar's back soundlessly, hoping he wouldn't turn around and
be furious. It wasn't like his father ever hit Jay but he'd seen too many
bruises on kids who were dumb enough to get noticed when their parents were
drunk in the house. 
He'd made it outside successfully but that didn't mean he was safe. It was the
first time in a long time Jay had been out at night without Mal and the danger
was lurking in every corner. Of course the Isle was always dangerous but
something about the darkness always made the villains nastier and more violent.
The bent steel with a cloth handle that passed for a knife in this place
weighed heavy in his pockets. Mal was at her house sleeping soundly, she didn't
know he was out without her and he really didn't want to wake her. Besides, if
Maleficent found him trying to crawl through her daughter's window he'd be dead
for sure. After wandering aimlessly for a little while Jay decided to head
towards Carlos house. The boy was up late constantly, trying to cram in time to
work on his contraptions after all the chores Cruella made him do.
Before Jay could get to Hell Hall he was cornered by the Gaston twins. "Well
well, it's been a while Jay. Did you finally get tired of being Mal's lap dog?"
Asked one of them, Jay didn't bother to look close enough to tell them apart.
"You used to be so much fun before you started chasing after her tail," said
the other. Slowly they were walking forward, knives pointed towards him until
his back hit a wall.
"Too scared to fight me without hiding behind those pathetic knives?" Jay shot
back with a mocking smile. Long story short, he'd gotten his ass kicked. Two
against one wasn't really fair but he hadn't expected it to be. Jay still got
in a few good hits to their faces and managed to elbow one in the stomach,
jabbing upwards so the other had to fight to catch his breath. Despite all his
efforts they were still a year older and stronger than him, Jay ended up a
limping the rest of the way to Carlos' house having barely gotten away thanks
to some bum scaring the Gaston twins off.
His long hair was sticking to his neck, shoulders and face with blood and
sweat. A couple of his ribs were bruised judging from how painful it was to
breathe, maybe they were even broken. Sufficient to say he was in bad shape
when he arrived on Carlos' doorstep. Still, Jay hesitated, would this late
night visit be taken as him asking for help? He knew there was no one better to
patch him up than the younger boy but that didn't change the fact that no one
asked for help on the Isle. It was a sign of weakness. That wasn't even what
he'd come here for in the first place, he'd just been looking for some
company. 
He decided he didn't care, he still wanted company and home was a long walk
without at least a rag to clean up with, so he knocked on the door. Carlos was
there almost immediately, confused at first but after taking a look at Jay he
just scowled. Not in an annoyed way but in anger directed at whoever had hurt
the bleeding boy in front of him. "Come on," he said simply and Jay didn't
hesitate this time to follow. 
By the time Jay was seated on the kitchen stool he was shaking, all the
adrenaline had left his body and he couldn't seem to control the tremors
racking through him. Carlos pulled out a box from under the sink and frowned
again when he saw him. Wordlessly he walked over to an old rusted jewelry box
and opened it, grabbing something from it and heading back to Jay. It was
cigarette and lighter. "You're going into shock. This'll help you calm down,"
there was a professional tone in Carlos' voice that Jay had never heard before.
He figured it was important and did what he was told. Jay would be lying if he
said he was never curious about the product he and Mal sold to pretty much
everyone but he'd never gotten the chance to try it. 
Carlos left again as he took the first drag, he almost coughed but managed to
breath in the smoke much to his ribs' protests. After a few more lungfuls he
started to feel a lot calmer, he stopped shaking and his mind cleared. When the
other boy came back with a bucket of water and a rag he took the half cigarette
left from Jay and put it out in an ashtray nearby. "Too much will make you
start shaking again. Now hold still," he started cleaning Jay's wounds. Carlos
looked different, his hair was messier and he didn't have on his usual black,
red and white leather jacket. The circles under his eyes were also darker than
they were in the mornings at school, it made him look paler and his freckles
stood out more. 
"Are those yours?" Jay asked looking towards the metal box.
"Cruella's, she won't notice if one goes missing. Cigarettes aren't really my
thing," Carlos kept a straight face and continued to clean away the blood as he
talked. Jay looked down and saw the circular burn marks littering the other
boy's arms, he didn't really have to ask why. "Mal's gonna be pissed."
Jay looked down, "I know." They were silent for a few more minutes after that
except for the occasional sharp intake of breath as Carlos rubbed alcohol in
the other's wounds. Then he broke out the sewing kit, "For the big one on your
forehead," he explained when Jay's eyes widened. He nodded in response. 
"Not just about you, you know? I heard a rumor that Mal is gonna be pissed
about when she hears it," if Jay didn't currently have a needle in his head he
would have looked up questioningly. "That girl who lives in the broken down
down castle on the edge of town, the one that's only a few miles from here. I
overheard that she's going to be attending Dragon Hall soon," that comment made
Jay's eyes go as big as saucers. Which he immediately regretted when his cut
moved because of it. 
That was insane, Mal had told Jay what happened about not being invited to that
girl's sixth birthday party. She was going to go ballistic when she found out
that Evie, daughter of the evil queen, was about to start school with them. 
Chapter End Notes
     Next up Evie and Carlos' backstories, warning they're fucked up but I
     think that's a given with the tags.
     Also, seriously? I'll post some stories that did this AU much better
     in the next chapter, ya'll deserve better. I can't believe this thing
     has over 1000 hits already. Here I am again, half assing this at 4am.
     I'm not good with Jay's personality, the next chapters will be
     better. Probably.
     (If you can't tell I'm kind of a self-deprecating asshole so just
     expect all my Notes to be this way)
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