Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants or Isle of the Lost nor do own any of the character.

thought '...'

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I was thinking about how some of the ideas in the movie didn't work so here since Jay is Jafars son he should have some magic in him (Jafar should at least have his broken staff). Carlos being cruella's son has a thing for fashion and isn't afraid of dogs (Will keep Dude, but might add other dogs). Evie still uses her mirror, but should make potions which is why she is good at magic. All the villains are serious about getting off the island. Auradon Prep/Kingdom still using magic. This story will also show my take on their island life and what the life of a villains kid is like. I did not read the book isle of the lost so if people want to send some characteristic or summaries or anything about the book they think I should know I would appreciate it.

Evie point of view

My fingers had stopped hurting at least two hours ago, my fingers feeling numb and stubby. I sighed looking about my small sewing room, all of my clothes on the floor. Some torn and ripped because they weren't pretty enough to take, so they had to be used as material to make new outfits. I sigh looking at the rack with the approved clothes. 'Two…I have two outfits that I can wear.' I thought, sighing again as I went back to stitching a new jacket together. My mothers voice still ringing in my ear as she tore my designs apart. "Darling how are you ever going to catch a prince's eye with these rags. Don't you understand if you can capture a prince's heart you can have everything you ever wanted. A castle, clothes, jewels. You can be the fairest of them all."

I didn't turn around when I heard the door open behind me., waiting for my mother to take the jacket out of my hand and make her tsk tsk noise as she tore it apart. "How's it coming?" I turned around my eyebrow raised in surprise. I wasn't surprised that someone came to see me, but I was surprised that it was Jay not my mother.

"Well my outfits that were beautiful for the island just simply wont do on Auradon." I say in my best mom voice. Jay gave a small chuckle, still standing by the doorway.

"Do you need something Jay?" I ask, wondering if mom let Jay in or if he somehow found his own way in, I'm thinking the latter one seeing as how mother never approved of hanging out with Jay or Carlos. She didn't want others to have the impression that they were anything other than friends.

"No, just thought you might need this." He says stepping inside slowly. At first I though he was hesitating out of fear of my my mom popping in and throwing him out a window which she almost did once. However as I kept watching Jay I noticed the slight limp in his legs. I didn't want Jay to think I was staring so I looked back down at my stitches. Only to look up when I see something plop right in front of me. It was a large black bag.

"What is it?" I asked, looking up at Jay.

"Open it and find out" He says, a smirk on his face.

I narrow my eyes at Jay suspicious of this behavior, but I do as he says and unwrap the top of the bag. Out comes spilling leather good, new scarves, some uncut pieces of fabric, and some slightly worn clothes. My eyes widen as I look at Jay. "How…why….what?" I knew if my mother was here she wouldn't be happy at my fish like expression.

Jay just shrugs his shoulder. "Dad made me go out to 'persuade' the people of the isle of lost to hand over their things for his store. One last hurrah until we are shipped out. Saw some stuff that might be up your ally. So I took it." He shrugs like it was nothing, but I knew the risk and time that stealing takes, especially after dark. People learn to lock everything up nice and tight as the sun goes down. I had to bite my tug from asking if that's why he was limping. "Also Carlos wanted me to give you this." He says passing me a torn up sketchpad label TOP SECRET. I instantly snatch it a gaint smile on my face. Jay looked at his fingers as if making sure they were all there. "Carlos said it might help." I smile, Carlos was my first real friend and we quickly bonded over designing clothes. We dedicated a whole sketchpad to our ideas, but never finding a chance to make them real what with limited resources on the island.

As I scanned the book, I paused and looked back at Jay. "You went to see Carlos." I asked.

"Yay" he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Figured if my dad is working me for one last stocking trip, his mom was going to get as much work out of him before we leave. Wanted to see if he wanted me to get anything from the tree house for him, you know a book, invention." He made a hand motion to show ect. ect.

"Did you check on Mal?" I ask, scanning through the bag of clothes.

"She's with her mom going over how to be Maleficent101."

"I see." Worried about what horrible things her mother was filling her head with.

"What's this?" Jay asks, flipping through the giant black book my mother took from the 'safe.'

"Mom's potion book. She says it might help when we can actually use magic." I say, hesitantly we all know how Jay hates magic due to his father.

"Oh" he says, instantly backing up from the book.

"Are you packed?" I asked, picking up a bundle of blue fabric trying to shift to a safer topic.

"More than you." He says, looking around the room at the clothes scattered around the room. "Trying to figure out how to take my eels with me."

I gasp, "Can we even take them. I mean I didn't even think about Othella, I can't leave him." I could feel myself panicking.

I felt Jay's hand rest on my shoulder. I could feel myself grow just a tiny bit pink; after all I did have a tiny itty-bitty crush on Jay when we were younger before my mother reminded me I needed to catch myself a prince. "Relax I'm brining Logan and Derelict, Carlos is bringing Beelzebub and your taking Othello and if Aurdon Prep doesn't like it they can suck it." He says, giving my shoulder a squeeze before letting go.

"But what if-"

"No buts, they are coming." He says, with a firmness that says this isn't for discussion. Jay always has a way if people, it's the reason he's so good at stealing. You don't even realize that he robbed you, and when you do you can't find it in you to care. At least that's what all the girls he flirts and steals from say.

"Right." I say, giving a small smile before digging through the bag again.

"Well I got to go drop off some more stuff for dad, pack, and try to get some sleep tonight." He says turning the door as he gave a wave goodbye.

"Jay" I say a little louder than I intended. He was already at the door when he turned around. "Thanks," I say sincerely "I mean it thank you." He gives a small smile, but it's a real one so it seems so much better than his flirty one. "You know if you ever need anything, anything at all or if you want to talk about anything-" Jay's face went blank for a little and I knew I should have stopped at thanks. "You can come to me" I say finishing it quietly, watching as Jay's smile dropped, he quickly picked up a fake smile and gave a strained chuckle.

"Don't worry about me Evie, I'm fine. If anything worry about Carlos or Mal." He says, looking me straight in the eye "Right now I'd worry about having enough clothes to wear." He says, laughing at his poorly made joke.

His laughter dies, and an awkward silence erupts "Yah I guess I should get back to it. Thanks again." I say, trying not to fiddle with the fabric in my hand.

"No problem" he says, giving a shrug. "See you later Evie, try to get some sleep tonight." He waves and doesn't wait for a reply before closing the door behind him. 'Should have stopped at thank you' I thought, sitting in front of my sewing machine as I picked up the sketchpad scanning through some of the designs. Folding the corners to the ones that I know my mothers couldn't disapprove of. . 'Maybe going to Auradon is for the best.' I thought, 'maybe we can finally have the life we deserve.' I thought, working through the night with new determination.