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Evie burst into the castle sobbing her heart out. Mal knew it had to be something bad - she didn’t like crying in fear of wrinkles and lines. Much less ruining her makeup. But she still did it often, and so there she was, curled up at the dinner table with her tears smudging and streaming down her cupped palms.
Mal and her mother exchanged a look. Maleficent, the cruelest villain who dominated the Isle, was smoldering on her throne and yet Evie had gone into the place without so much as a greeting. Not even that frightened puppy face she did before she slipped quietly into Mal’s room.
“Dumb girl,” the horned woman murmured. She had a thumb on her lip as she observed Evie. “Did Grimhilde raise her to be a princess or the weakest link?”
“She’s not dumb.” Mal found herself defending Evie for evil knows what. She knew she wasn’t supposed to have emotions, being a villain and everything, but there was something that stirred in her hearing Maleficent talk about her like that. “She’s just…sensitive.”
It wasn’t much of a good argument. But it didn’t make it any less true. Evie was different from the other Isle rejects. She was too sweet, too gentle, too royal. There was something beautiful in her that even the villains liked, the kind that shone a little light on the miserable place.
But that wasn’t what she was supposed to be.
“She’s weak ,” Maleficent said dismissively. “Deal with her for mommy, baby. One more annoying whine and I’ll get the spindle out.”
Mal blinked then nodded. Would she really do that? She did it before. Who’s to say she wouldn’t do it again to another princess?
Maleficent smiled warmly, or as much as someone like her could, and left. She was never the type to comfort - once Mal broke her leg as a little girl and the faery only rolled her eyes. Her coattails dragged along the jagged floor until the loss of her demonic shadow signalled her departure.
What would she do now?
Mal crossed her arms, clicking her tongue. She stood in front of Evie unsurely. There wasn’t a clear path to go in this situation.
She and Evie weren’t as close as Jay and Carlos, but they were friends. Maybe. She liked having her around. And maybe Evie did too - why else would she come here feeling free to spill her tears over the tablecloth she had just put out? Any other kid would shiver at the mere thought of staining Mal’s shirt.
She waited.
Evie was still crying. Her hair stuck to her chin and the curls were so dark blue they were on the verge of black. It looked pretty framing her soft face. Mal thought about that a lot. They were much better than her own purple split ends.
She waited some more. It had to stop at one point.
Evie was still-
“So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or wait for me to ask?”
Evie sniffled some more before slowly lifting her head. Her eyes were red. “W-Wait for you to ask?”
Mal exhaled through her nostrils. She pulled a chair out and sat down. No, she would not banish Evie. She would not provoke more tears that would flood the island. That was her mother - and Mal was nothing like her. Was it bad that she wanted to be? Oh, that was the goal after all: being bad, cruel, mean.
Yet she found that she always gave in when it was Evie. She let her off when she messed up her heist with Jay. She even had nicknames for her (and she swore that she did not know where they came from) that were so sickeningly sweet that it made her own stomach twist. But she said them anyway.
“What’s wrong this time, princess?”
Evie pouted. “I can’t be a princess.”
“We’ve already established that,” Mal said just to tease, only for it to come out more hurtful than she thought. “No kingdom here but Auradon.”
“No.” Evie shook her head in frustration. “That’s the problem here. I want to be one. My mommy wants that too. But I just can’t.”
“Why?”
Evie’s face burned up so much Mal was sure it could warm her in the winter. “I can’t get a prince! She’s really angry, she said-”
She choked up once more. That’s what she’s crying about? Mal was so dumbfounded that sympathy was hard to fake, even if she chose to be kind.
“So?” she asked. “All of them are on the other side. And getting one isn’t the best purpose there is in life.”
“I know. ”
“So why are you so held up about it?”
Evie lifted her shoulders, carefully wiping away her tears. “Don’t you wanna know how to hold someone? Or to be held so you know you’re safe?”
Mal’s mouth hung open. She didn’t know what to say. That was the opposite of what she wanted - of what she should want. She was a villain. She didn’t want to love anybody. And it was the same the other way around. Nobody wanted to love a villain.
But her mother got angry when she wasn’t invited to Sleeping Beauty’s christening. She let the wrath get to her, all because she wanted to feel included, cared for, to feel like she was there and it wouldn’t make anyone upset. Maybe it wasn’t so wrong.
“It doesn’t even have to be a boy.” Evie looked down at her trembling hands. There was a note of embarrassment in her silky voice. “I don’t want it to be.”
It took a lot to get Mal to stop talking. But seeing the loneliness in Evie’s face and how she looked so distraught about it was enough to tie her speechless.
Here was Evie, trained to be a princess since she was born. Taught to be pretty and perfect for a man only for her to find out she didn’t want one. It suddenly made sense why she had shunned any Isle thug who tried to get with her.
“But my mom’s gonna be so mad if she finds out,” Evie whined. She gazed up at her friend - were they friends? - with tearful eyes. “Mal please. You have to help me.”
She reached out for her hands. They weren’t friends, just to make it clear, but she was safe. Safer than she was with any other kid.
Mal didn’t try to break her wrist when she intertwined their fingers. If anything, she had looped them together tighter.
“E,” Mal said, clearly trying to be patient, “why would I help you with that?”
Evie sniffled. “Because you’ll feel good, obviously. I mean, I’ve read some stuff and I’ll try-”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I want you to teach me how to have sex!”
Mal’s eyes glowed a venomous green. Evie had her hands over her mouth, ears pink at what she just said. Tears started to hint again at her cheeks.
She couldn’t read Mal’s expression. It was dangerous, not knowing if she would lunge at Evie or let her off. Mal wouldn’t hurt her, would she? Evie was the closest thing she had to a friend, and she knew how lonely that could feel.
“Don’t princes like that?” she murmured. “Sex? They should, right?”
“Evie,” Mal told her. She held the girl’s hands tighter in her own. She knew she shouldn’t sugarcoat her words. “You know I can’t say no to you, but I’m not gonna give you a Slut Yourself Out 101 for a man who’d keep you as a trophy.“
“Then say yes!”
“E.” Mal’s pupils flashed that dangerous scepter green again. Was she angry? Evie’s stomach curled up. She had to repeat it: Mal would never hurt her. She wouldn’t dare.
“If there’s anyone I trust with that it’s you.” Her throat hurt with begging. “Please, you’re the only person I trust. And you know a lot, don’t you? About the…”
“You do realize you’re asking me to take your virginity.”
“So? After that I’ll know everything! And I won’t bother you again,” said Evie brightly. “I’ll pay you back. Remember, I don’t break promises.”
“You’ll be miserable if you go along with this. I’m not joking.”
Evie forced a smile. “Mal, what other choice do I have?”
Maybe the Evil Queen spent more time counting calories than seeing if her daughter was happy. But she was still dangerous, and it didn’t just extend to putting Evie on crash diets. Evie could end up another Snow White - young, pure, dead - all because her mother discovered she didn’t want a man.
And the Isle wasn’t exactly the kindest about that.
Mal shuddered at the thought of a crying, shivering Evie in the streets. She had to do something.
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She grabbed Evie’s wrist and rushed out of the castle with her. Maleficent would be gone for another hour at least to terrorize some poor children, then return home with an extra minute to wonder where she was. Just enough time to get this over with, to forget this ever happened.
She fought through crowds of men and smoke. She didn’t want to fight. All she wanted was to get to her hideout as quickly as she could. Nobody ever went there. And nobody would dare question it if they saw her pulling Evie up those broken stairs.
Once they arrived, she locked the door. She couldn’t risk anything. Not even the possibility of being heard through the horn where she spoke and yelled at people. She stuffed old clothes down the metal as fast as she could.
Evie looked around. There was a single bed at the side that creaked as she sat down. Spray cans, used and brand new and empty, cluttered the floor. The walls had graffiti all over them - and of course, art of Mal herself. Not many people knew Mal was artistic.
Beside the painted Mal there was a black render of Jay on the wall, then Carlos. And…Evie?
She was interrupted by the sound of Mal’s jacket falling to the ground. She gulped. Was this really happening?
“If you think somebody wants to do this to you, tell me first. Swear that you will.” She sat down with Evie and they were so close Evie was shaking.
She found that Mal was only wearing a thin black camisole under her leather. She had the tiniest waist and hips that would fit just right in her palms. She tried not to dwell on that. Mal was already being generous, and the whole place knew that was rare.
“How much do you know about this?”
“I’m not dumb,” pouted Evie, squirming on the mattress. It always felt like she was trying to prove that. “I know what feels nice and what doesn’t and stuff, but I don’t know how. ”
“Okay.” After moments deep in thought the daughter of Maleficent clicked her tongue. She was speaking conversationally but something told Evie she was nervous, too. “I…I’m gonna kiss you, and touch you wherever it feels right. Don’t laugh, I don’t know what I’m saying.”
Evie gulped. This wasn’t a laughing matter at all. Mal, the girl everyone wanted but feared, was going to be her first kiss. Sure, it wasn’t True Love’s Kiss. But she bet it would mean more.
“Oh, scratch me if you want me to stop. I don’t mind scars. Understood?”
Scratch her? Evie licked her lips. “Yes ma’am.”
“And you can try touching me, too. Don’t be scared to get rough.”
“What if I hurt you?”
Mal rolled her eyes and laughed like that was the most impossible thing ever.
Evie noted the pointy wrists and pale thighs, saw how much taller her shadow was over Mal’s as light spilled on the bed. And thought, oh, but she could hurt her. And she wanted to.
She squirmed again. It didn’t help that the slightest move brought her closer and closer to Mal.
“You’ll tell me if I’m doing good?” she asked quietly. Her voice was heartbreakingly innocent.
“E, you’re always so good. Now do you want me to fuck you or not?”
She let her heart still. One, two, three.
She nodded. It was one of the bravest things she’d ever done.
She felt Mal cupping her chin. Mal’s skin always had a warmth to them. That was why she never got cold, always ran around in just leather. And the heat radiated into Evie like it was trying to make her melt.
Then she was being kissed hard - yet slowly, tenderly, carefully. Mal was tucking her blue hair behind her burning ear to angle her face closer. Her lips were so… soft. They were so plump that Evie had to lean in.
Mal was getting on her lap to reach her, to lick inside her mouth. Evie thought it’d be disgusting but her embarrassing moan betrayed her. Her hands fell on Mal’s butt. She thought she imagined the girl chuckling.
The day was settling in. Crows squawked from leafless trees but it all drowned out in that little place. Nothing existed besides Mal right now. Mal’s soft little sighs, her tongue in her mouth, her hips bucking desperately.
Evie already felt wet. It was the same kind of soaked when she touched herself under the covers, palm clamped over her mouth so her mother wouldn’t hear. She was nervous, a little scared if she could ever admit that out loud. But the rough feel of Mal’s denim over her thighs; the grab of her hands around Evie’s hair, Evie’s neck - it kept her wanting to go further.
Mal didn’t stop kissing her but she was telling her something now. “Shhh, it’s okay,” she must have said softly - Evie couldn’t make sense of anything except Mal mouthing at the space under her jawline.
Evie hadn’t noticed her own whimpering. Oh, that was why Mal was sweet-talking her - she never did that. It felt weird. She felt vulnerable under Mal’s hands. She tried to quiet down but there was still a part of her that was frightened. Frightened to touch someone and let herself go.
Frightened of the fact that she was having sex with a girl and not a prince and that she liked it.
“Good girl,” Mal told her as she pressed her mouth to a stray tear. “You’re so pretty, you know that?”
They kissed again and a now calm Evie noticed now the ferocity in Mal as they kissed. Mal was tugging her hair to kiss behind her ear before returning to her mouth. The desperation in her green eyes made it painfully obvious she was holding back.
Evie massaged the thin hair on Mal’s nape to hold her there. Then she was biting down on Mal’s bottom lip, and the worst thing was she didn’t stop when she cried out. No. Far from it, no. Evie nibbled down on the plump, tender lip and sucked on it as if she were trying to draw blood.
“Oh, oh.” She never heard that delicate a sound come from Mal. The thought that it never happened before, that it was her who made it possible had Evie squeezing her legs together.
“I’m sorry,” she said. She’ll kill me now, Evie thought, because Mal was clutching her lip and looking at her like she wanted to open her guts up. At least I got to kiss her before I die.
But there was a glint in Mal’s eyes. It was sort of the kind of look she had when she was about to torture the truth out of someone, but this was…a little different.
“Again.”
Evie didn’t question it for evil knows what. She got closer and gently sank her teeth into the pouting lip. Mal gave another feral moan.
She pulled Evie away then, hair wrapped around her fist, kissed her on her cheek. “Whoever’s whisking you off to happily ever after is the luckiest guy in the world.”
Evie grinned shyly. “Thanks.”
Mal smiled back for a different reason. “Now that I know what your little mouth is good at…” she trailed off.
It was all so strange that they both giggled. There was awkwardness in it but it felt nice. Orgasmic. Weird. She knew how Mal kissed now and that she liked being bitten and it…was a lot to take in.
She was in her best friend’s secret place where they just made out for eternal minutes. She was about to get on her knees and eat her out. She was bursting with excitement that in any other situation Mal would have scoffed at her for feeling so.
She slunk down the creaking bed. Her knees were wobbling. Her posture practices couldn’t save her from that. But she managed to get herself kneeling between Mal’s legs and move.
She undid Mal’s belt just like in the books, except for she had to slide those skinny jeans all the way down. Mal’s legs were so pale she’d blend in with the snow later this month. Must be why she liked a dark purple shirt.
She could hear her breath quivering with anticipation. The center of Mal’s panties were pitifully soaked, and Mal was clearly on the edge of patience, trying not to shove Evie’s face between her thighs.
And Mal was not good at waiting.
“Please.”
“Yeah?”
Evie’s eyes watered. She didn’t know why. Her hands curled deeper into the skirt that had gotten so uncomfortable now that she was so hot, so aroused. “Please. Just tell me what to do, please-”
“Oh, E,” Mal said, cupping the girl’s face. Her heart broke when tears fell on her hands. “Don’t cry. You want to stop?”
Evie shook her head. It was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Alright. You wanna know how to do it?”
Evie lit up and nodded furiously. “Yes. Tell me how-”
“Do whatever you want to me, princess.”
“H-Huh?”
“I’m not fragile,” laughed Mal, finding the confused look on Evie’s face adorable. “It’s not like you’ll break me or anything.”
She kept saying that. You won’t hurt me , but would she say the same if Evie pinned her wrists behind her back? If Evie did all the things she dreamt up in her bed late at night?
Because the idea that she could break Mal and she wouldn’t be furious was exciting. She wasn’t a mirror that would shatter if bent or turned the wrong way. Mal wasn’t going to kill her.
Evie took a deep breath. She took Mal’s panties off, letting them dangle off one leg. She wanted to be as careful as she could be. She wasn’t sucking a guy off - she had to be careful, not just shove her face between Mal’s legs like most men would want.
Her lips found Mal’s clit. She sucked gently, and from there her chin was already wet. Mal hissed against her clenched teeth, keeling over at the bed. She tore at the sheets as she watched Evie work her magic.
Evie really was so pretty. She looked up at Mal with those big innocent eyes while she licked carefully, letting her tongue dip into her slit. Mal’s body curved over the bed and she took that as the only sign she needed.
She dove her arms under Mal’s legs then pulled her closer. She sucked the throbbing nub with earnest, lips pursed over it. She didn’t know what she was doing but whatever it was it had Mal shaking. She alternated with kisses so open and hot that she could hear the wetness of it all.
“Evie,” Mal whimpered. Evie was using the plane of her tongue now and she was already embarrassingly close. “Oh my god-”
She was hurling towards an orgasm that she already felt prophesying in her stomach. She tried to fight it off, she did. Her hips chasing after Evie’s eager mouth made it impossible. She was gonna say something, wasn’t she? She was supposed to tell Evie to be careful if guys ever got this rough; that at one point it could and would hurt.
Mal forgot about that when Evie blinked up at her and guided Mal’s hand to her hair.
She climaxed hard around her tongue. She was screaming, shaking, shouting through it all while Evie seemed to never get enough. She licked up the mess Mal made despite the sensitivity spiking Mal’s body, and sucked her off when she already felt beyond drained.
Evie was spelled, she had to be. There was dizziness in her eyes that came from wanting something too poisonous for her own good. She was out of breath. Her jaw was sore trying to keep up with her own pace. There raged a hunger in her that she was only now fulfilling. She wanted it all - Mal’s wetness, Mal’s moans, Mal’s fist in her hair, Mal.
She had to literally force herself to stop eating her out. Her knuckles were paling around Mal’s skin. She pulled away gasping for air. She looked sleepy - chest tight and her lashes fluttering low.
“You taste…so sweet , M,” she whimpered. Oh, Mal would have to remember that forever, wouldn’t she? Evie’s breaths were so heavy it sounded like she was suffering. Mal’s wetness drooled off her mouth and her jaw was slick with her come.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…” Evie managed to reply softly.
Mal smiled and pulled her up to kiss her. It was sloppy, wet and so so desperate. Evie was nearly squeezing Mal’s head, muttering apologies between breathless kisses.
(She didn’t know what she was sorry for. Mal had a feeling she wasn’t talking to her.)
Mal reached under her skirt. The fabric was a thin obstacle she had no problem pushing aside. The skin was smooth under her fingertips.
“Are you alright with two?” Her fingers teased along Evie’s labia.
“He isn’t going to ask that,” said Evie, although she appreciated it. She liked Mal this way - the version of her that held Evie close and was so sweet it felt weird.
“Then he’s an idiot,” Mal said, annoyed. “And I asked you a question, princess.”
“I-It’s up to you.”
Mal raised an eyebrow and smirked. She dipped the start of her finger inside Evie, hearing her voice clutch, only to retract it. Then she properly got a hold of Evie’s hip that allowed her to rub the bundle of nerves as she slipped inside.
Evie sounded so hot . Her mother had always scolded the depth of her voice, the husk of it that wasn’t at all the ditzy pitch a princess ought to have. Mal was glad she never listened. Her low, silky cries that filled Mal’s ear were bewitching.
Maybe magic was possible on the Isle after all.
Not to mention that Evie was tight - tight enough for Mal to struggle even putting in another finger. Here Mal’s thoughts turned dangerous again: she became Evie’s imaginary prince and was taking her virginity. She was kissing her and stretching her out.
Inspired, she thrust against that tender spot and Evie sobbed.
She unbuttoned Evie’s shirt carefully. Evie would have gotten mad if she ripped it all off - it was real silk, she’d say, how could she do that, that was cruel. And she didn’t mind if it meant the clothing fell off Evie’s shoulder that way. Evie’s bras were always lacy, just how she thought they would be. When she’d wear those stupidly sexy shirts that let the strap of her bra hang on her collarbone. Was it alright to notice that?
Evie’s eyes shut and she hissed. “Mal! I can’t, I can’t,” she protested. She lifted herself off Mal’s digits. Her whole body shook under the overwhelming stimulation.
“Did I-”
“No, it was…it felt amazing. I just want to do something else.”
“Oh,” Mal said plainly. She felt sheepish for no reason. “Okay. What do you want to do?”
Evie responded by getting her panties off then sitting right on top of Mal’s clit.
Then she was riding her - grinding herself needily onto Mal and creating wet friction that had them both begging. It was different than in the books, than Evil Queen’s “big girl talk.” It wasn’t anything she imagined. It was slicker, rougher, and most definitely better.
The only problem was it made Evie too worked up. Besides the overwhelming heat of them thrusting into each other, this forbidden thrill sparked in the pit of Evie’s stomach. She felt drunk with power. This was her doing. Mal had tears in her emerald eyes and she never cried as far as Evie was concerned. Mal was weak and letting her do what she wanted without compromise. Mal was crying out whines nobody on the Isle would expect from her,
And with that Evie was close.
“Mal,” she called out. The blunt pleasure crept up on her and it was actually making her scared. “Please-”
She didn’t know what she was begging for. People liked to call her spoiled, and she was starting to think it was true. She had everything she could want here and yet she was pouting, puppy eyes watering, and pleading for something more. Something she couldn’t handle.
It found her in an orgasm that stole her sanity and made a mess on the sheets. Evie shuddered, the tremor in her body vibrating down on Mal. She lowered her head into Mal’s chest tiredly, as if taking a bow to end a scene.
Only it wasn’t over.
Evie was still moving. It was filthy . She couldn’t stop. Her body kept flexing into Mal’s direction as if Mal herself wasn’t coming again, pushed to limits she didn’t know she had. They were both crying out and Evie knew she had to do something.
“No...” Evie sounded tearful. “Tell me to stop. If, if it hurts you. I can’t do it.”
And it did hurt. Her hips kept bucking and Mal was stiffening and spasming again. There was so much friction, so much wetness that she could already predict the soreness. No space between them when Evie kept her face buried in Mal’s shoulder and her clit grinding down thoroughly on her clit.
“I’ll try something else!” she insisted. “You’re being kind already so I’m sorry, I really am. I’ll ride your thigh, your fingers, wherever, just please, I want to come so bad. But if I’m- if I’m too much or if I’m hurting you-”
Mal was so sensitive. Each cant of Evie’s pussy against hers was making her squirt. She wasn’t able to do that before, and it stuck to their skin in a way she knew she’d remember eternally. Evie’s tanner skin wet with her, with her come - her own smudged with the imprint of Evie’s hands.
Her natural urge was of course to push her off. Her body was on fire. They were forgetting this was supposed to be a teaching moment. First times had to be slow and special. It wasn’t supposed to get this sinful.
What was the point of being a villain if she followed the rules?
Her hands found Evie’s hips and rocked them against her cunt, fucking the girl onto her clit. Her legs were limp at this point, and the orgasms were starting to burn through her skin. But hearing Evie’s scream sear through the air was worth it. Feeling Evie clutch at her, hold her together in her arms was better than anything.
Mal’s cheeks heated for reasons other than Evie bucking into her and her much-needed orgasm squeezing her body into weakness. Oh, that’s exactly what it was: weakness because of a feeling she tried to ignore. Mal was a great liar but she couldn’t look at Evie after this and say she hated what happened. She couldn’t look at Evie and see all her soft, soft features sharpening where she found her most beautiful and say she hated her.
Because she never did.
Even when her mother scowled at the Evil Queen, from which she began thinking of Evie as pathetic competition.
Even if Evie sewed so much, seeing the needle reminded her of worse things.
Even that time they called their friendship an alliance instead of the icky word and she realized she despised how much Evie combed her hair, did her makeup, and spent hours choosing what to wear.
Even all the way back to when she saw Evie for the first time and her heart fluttered at her dark hair, sweet smile, and her voice that spoke just as sweetly. Like a real princess.
No. Mal would only be lying to herself.
Evie giggled awkwardly. She didn’t read anything about what to do after sex. Usually she was too tired from her orgasm to see what happened next. The shame of what she did caught up to her before the following page.
So she simply held Mal, her fingers soft against her face. Mal really was beautiful. Evie wondered when she would come to believe it. She was staring at her with such sincerity that Mal didn’t have the heart to be mean.
“Thank you,” she said.
Mal’s throat burned and she shrugged off Evie’s hands. “Whatever.”
Evie rolled her eyes fondly. That was good enough. She knew in her own heart that what happened wasn’t just whatever. Mal was going to brood over it and let it get to her as per usual. And Evie…well, she’d have to just go back to the castle and rewrite the story how Grimhilde wanted.
“Do you want me to help you clean the place?” she asked meekly, fixing her clothes back on. There was a lot of mess to go around. It was the least she could do to pay Mal back, and Mal always wanted a good profit.
“No. But I wouldn’t care if you stayed the night or something.”
Evie smiled this time. That was good enough, too.