A/N: This is a multi-chaptered fic inspired by a list of prompts I found on tumblr. They will all be centered around Jay and Evie. Most of them will involve them being a couple. There will be a total of 160 different chapters; each chapter will contain the prompt being used as dialogue itself and all chapters are their own one-shot writing pieces. I will be writing everything from fluff to angst and I'm hoping to have this fic finished by the beginning of 2018. There will be swearing and adult content so this book will be rated M.

*I do not own Descendants/Disney/Melissa de la Cruz (or her books)/settings/names/characters.

**This chapter takes place on the Isle of the Lost before they get invited to come to Auradon.

Princesses do not show negative emotions.

Keep your face emotionless.

Scowling causes wrinkles.

Do not let anger get the best of you, Evie.

Boys hate girls who fight back.

Chocolate colored eyes narrowed in anger, the words of her mother lost beneath the buzzing of rage in her veins. Her chest heaved with each breath she managed to inhale and exhale. Her ruby red colored lip sucked in between her teeth so hard drops of blood dripped down her chin. So lost in the overpowering sense of fury, her hand raised and the sound of a slap echoed in the desolate dilapidated space of Mal's studio. Her fingers curled into a fist, the stinging sensation bringing her back from the red colored world she had allowed herself to slip into. Her chest still heaving, her eyes lowered to the old dirty carpeted floor. She swallowed then grabbed her heart shaped box from its spot on the floor. Her head down, she quickly sped out of the studio. She began the long trek down the cold metal stairs.

"Evie!" He called out from behind her. She stopped walking, turning on her heel so her dominant foot was behind her in case she needed to continue her escape.

A dark shadow loomed over her, his towering presence forcing her body to try and make itself smaller. A muscular arm came into view and she unconsciously shuddered, knowing how he reacts when he gets angry. Long fingers softly cupped her chin. He tilted her head to meet his brown orbs.

His messy hair fanned his face. His breathing was labored much like hers, coming out of his parted lips in small puffs of white due to the cold winter weather enveloping the Isle of the Lost. A red handprint covered the dark skin of his cheek. His wide dark brown eyes bore straight into hers, showing his guilt rather than anger.

"I can explain." His voice came out hoarse, desperate and pleading.

"No." She shook her head, her own voice trembling yet still keeping a firm commanding tone. "No. We're done. This, us, whatever we are, we're done."

He licked his lips, uncertainty flashing behind his guilty expression. Her eyes scanned his face, no doubt catching the slip in his façade. She shook her head again, further trying to convince him what they had wasn't going to have a happy ever after ending. On the Isle, there were no happy ever afters.

"Evie." He spoke, this time with a softer tone.

"Explain what? That you didn't mean to call me shallow? That you can't be with someone who's a whore? Isn't that what you called me? A 'good for nothing wanna be princess who's only talent is what she can do in the bedroom'?"

"No! I-" She sighed, cutting him off.

"Jay. I just can't do this anymore."

He reached out with the hand not holding her chin. She attempted to shrink away from him, however he lightly gripped her shoulder. He moved his fingers from her chin to her other shoulder. He swallowed as his eyes roamed her face, searching for any hint of fear in her blank expression.

Her doe brown eyes were sad, plagued with doubt because of him. Her rosy cheeks were dusted pink due to the temperature and not her usual blush. Mascara clumps clung to her eyelashes, signaling a need for another quick application of the black substance. Blood speckled her delicate porcelain skin where she bit her lip in an attempt to keep her anger at bay (unsuccessfully, he might add). Her blue disheveled curls were matted together from the short trek from the castle to the studio.

His heart ached in his chest. Her doubtful eyes were because of him. Her unshed tears were because of him. Her hurt and anger and fear and sadness were because of him. The reason she no longer believed in them was because of him. Him and his jealousy, his anger, his overprotectiveness. His fear that she would leave him for someone else. That he could strain their secret relationship even more. That he could drive her straight past the point of no return for their relationship. That he would be the demise of their happy ever after.

All because of his stupid jealousy over Evie spending more time with Carlos than with him.

"Give me a chance, Eves." He pleaded, resorting to using his vulnerability to convince her to stay.

"A chance to what? Humiliate me again?" His face fell at her scoffing tone.

"Give me a chance to change."

"People like us can't change, Jay."

"Didn't you say the Isle can't make us act like our parents? Aren't you the one who fought for us to be more than a few one night stands? Even though I told you I wasn't sure we were right for each other?" She dropped her gaze to her black leather shoes, sighing softly as she thought over his words. "I was stupid, and jealous and I was scared you'd leave me for someone else. And it hurt me to know it was Carlos I was losing to." She kept her eyes on her shoes, yet he still continued talking. "You're my everything, Eves." She bit her lip, exhaling softly.

"I'd never leave you for Carlos." She said quietly after a few moments of silence. "He's too young for me. And I know I'd never stand a chance with Harry, no matter how attractive he is. And I've kissed both of the Gaston twins. But they're terrible kissers." The corners of his lips twitched upwards. "So, I guess I'm kind of stuck with you. You and your jealousy and your rippling muscles and your long hair and your kisses and your terrible fashion sense." She raised her head, her hand cupping his cheek, the color slowly fading from red to his normal color. "I guess I'm stuck with my everything, too." The ghost of a smile graced her lips. "But I do have to go. I promised my mother I'd be back before seven-thirty. Walk me home?"

"For you, princess? I'd do anything."