A/N: I don't own Descendants (2015, 2017) or Isle of the Lost. Have a oneshot based on Descendants 2, with more badass Mal. Cause she's, y'know, perfect and all. So Descendant 2 is amazing and I love it and no one can take that away from me, but the best thing is definitely the music.

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Whipped Cream & Other Delights,

TheHarleyQueen

'Welcome!'

'Finally!'

Sometimes, Ben really didn't know what he'd gotten himself into when he'd brought the villain kids over from the Isle of the Lost. Most of the time, it was fine. They were fine, there was no danger, no need to worry, no need to double check, to make sure, to hope that Mal hadn't gotten herself into any trouble. This was not one of those times. Uma cackled from her place on the ship and Harry's hook dug into his Adam's apple, and Mal stood on the docks, challenging a girl that seemed to be so much more evil than Mal had ever been (because, deep inside, Mal had always wanted to be good, hadn't she? He'd always thought so). And Mal was so calm like it didn't worry her, like the fact that this was a hostage situation didn't even affect her. Her eyes glowed that bright green that meant power, that meant that she was strong, and he was filled with a confidence. Mal knew what she was doing. She was good, everything would be fine, she wouldn't hurt Uma or hand over the wand, she had a plan, and he loved her all the more for it.

'Who's the baddest of them all? I guess we're finding out tonight!'

Carlos and Lonnie stood behind her, and Jay and Evie stood behind them- and why the Hell was Lonnie on the Isle? Why did so much happen when he was kidnapped?- but there was something... different about the children of the villains. It wasn't just them being back to what they were when they first came to Auradon like they'd showed him how to be when he first got here, it was more. They were darker, angrier. Evie didn't smile, but she was more beautiful than he'd ever seen her (and he'd nearly proposed to her the first time he'd seen her, so that was saying something). Jay's shoulders were thrown back, his jaw set, his arms crossed. He glared at Harry with a fierceness Ben had never seen, and he figured that there must be some sort of war between the two of them {he way right, in a way. There had once been a war for dominance, angry kisses and clashing teeth, pain and power and bruises between the two of them, before Carlos}. Carlos was compact and tight, like a spring pushed to its limit, ready to jump into action at any time. He was fast, too, faster than Ben had ever seen (and he'd been Carlos's track coach). And they all deferred to Mal in a way he hadn't seen them do for a long, long time. The Isle of the Lost brought back something in them, and he wasn't sure it was all too good.

'We want the wand, or else the King is gone.'

The purple hair really suited Mal, he thought as he was pushed further towards the end of the plank, it would probably look better if she looked more phased by that threat. He loved her, but she looked like she didn't even care if he died, and that terrified him. And the changes in her was a combination of the changes in all the other VKs. She was more beautiful, like Evie, an ethereal gorgeousness that she'd never let lose in Auradon. She was stronger, like Jay, harder and she looked like she would kill you if you looked at her wrong {god, she was hot}. She was tenser, like Carlos, ready for something, for someone, for what would happen next. She was fierce, raw power, and he loved it. This was his Mal, as she hadn't been… since his coronation.

Everyone shied away from her. He noticed that too, somewhere in the back of his mind. Not Evie, Carlos, or Jay, of course, but even Lonnie and Uma didn't get too close before scurrying off again. She was furious, she was a dragon {the dragon shall rise again} and she was fire, and there was nothing that would hold her back, not even the barrier that separated the Isle of the Lost from Auradon.

'Okay look, this is not a conversation.'

There was a reaction that ran through the pirates at that, though it was hardly a second. Shock visibly crossed their faces, and some held back actual terror. Ben wondered what had happened to make them have that sort of reaction to Mal {"This is not a conversation!" A faerie towered over a girl with light blue hair, "You touched my people. You hurt my allies. That doesn't happen." She stood up and glanced around, and a cruel smile crawled onto her face, "From now on, Daughter of Ursula, you're confined to the docks, with your crew. I don't have to tell you what will happen if you disobey me, do I?" She didn't even stay to watch the other girl's reaction, just bent over and picked up another girl, with skin as pale as snow, whose once-white dress was completely red with blood. "Good."}.

'So that's your "big speech", huh? An empty ultimatum?'

It looked like Harry was going to try say something, but Mal's eyes flared green and behind her, Evie laughed. Then everything happened at once.

'Not. Empty.'

The wand was obviously a fake, Ben realised, because Mal wasn't using it. And she definitely wasn't against using magic to her benefit. She threw a punch, and it hit Uma so hard the girl fell backwards and was sent sprawling to the floor. Everyone froze, but Jay smiled, proud of Mal. What were the Descendants like before he brought them over to Auradon? Did he even know who they really were?

Harry helped Uma back up, but everyone stayed where they were. Well, other than Mal, who walked up onto the ship, visibly furious. She climbed on the port railings and grabbed a rope. Everyone watched her, silent. Jay, Evie and Carlos went to stand underneath her, arms crossed, smugs sirks adorning their faces. Lonnie stayed where she was. Then Mal started to speak.

'Maybe you've forgotten how things work around here. We run the Isle. You answer to us. You thought my mom was scary? I turned her into a lizard. You're nothing, Uma, and I'll never answer to you. Without the wand, I'm more powerful than you could ever be with it. You're pathetic, you're nothing, you're weak. You've always been. Ben?' she started, fondness colouring her tone, 'Ben's mine. Ben's mine the same way Evie, Carlos and Jay are mine. The same way the Isle is mine. And you don't. Touch. What's. Mine!'

Ben had never seen the kind of fear that haunted Uma's eyes when Mal freed him, but he just smiled. He was the sweet to Mal's bitter. And so he wouldn't do anything to Uma, but he wouldn't stop Mal either (her possessiveness was gorgeous). All the VKs did was lead him back to the pipe (so this was what was on the other end. Well, they weren't wrong when they said he didn't want to know. Mall turned back once more before they left the docks entirely, and the smile that spread across her face was ravishing.

'I'll be visiting soon. It seems that my kingdom has gone to Hell, and that I have to pull it out myself. Let everyone know. Their Queen will return, and they'd better be ready for me.'

Back in Auradon, in his room, after the Royal Cotillion, they lay chest to chest on his bed. They were kissing, but it wasn't like before, because Mal loved him, and also she'd let go of that desperation to be and Auradon girl, and kissed more like the Isle of the Lost, and their kisses were harsh and strong, yet sweet at the same time. And he smiled against her lips, 'Queen of the Isle, huh? Thought you didn't want a title.' She pulled back, but not out of anger. They were so perfect now, in this moment, that she didn't think that anything could anger her.

'My mother ruled the Isle of the Lost, I suppose. But I'm the one who looked after it. Made sure they didn't kill kids, made sure no one messed with someone they couldn't handle, made sure everyone had food. They started referring to me as their queen when my mother wasn't in the room, and it just… stuck.'

'I think it's amazing. I knew you were good from the moment I met you, but you're not just good. You're great.'