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-Twisted.
The next night...
T frowns at the small snores occasionally coming from the sleeping mistress of evil.
What a fucking joke.
It had been stupid, so stupidly easy to break into her room up here.
Now here he was, perched on the back of a chair, cleaning his nails with his dagger as he grew more agitated with each passing breath and snore. What the fuck was with adults falling short of his ever so low expectations of them this week?
It had been five nights since he found out the truth.
Five nights waiting to confront her father with the truth.
He didn't want a scene. He just wanted answers. Well, answers and justice, though he was keeping the justice part of the plan hidden for now. He rolls his eyes. Faustina was freaking out enough as is.
Faustina kept begging him not to do it. Pleaded with him to drop it. Forget it. To not look too hard at all the images and memories that had flooded him the night he'd walked in on the Sea three performing normal sexual acts according to the only actual hero on this damn spit of shit they called home. Normal sex? His lip curls at the thought of someone actually enjoying the act. And they had fucking enjoyed it.
There was no mistaking the pure pleasure on each of their faces. It would be etched in his memory forever.
His stomach rolls as bile rose in the back of his throat. Even at Faustina's behest, he couldn't stop the righteous fury fueling him. Not now. Not when he finally knew the truth that she had kept hidden from him for years.
Mal had spent years calling him a tard and a freak. He'd never argued it. Never even let it bother him. He's always known on some level there was something fucking wrong with him. Something wrong with her.
Their entire life was one fucking lie after another.
He was sick of it, and he was fucking done listening to her begging him to go back to their friends. To worry about them, help them. To finish the ship. To help Carlos with another project. Find more fabric for Evie. To practice with Jay. To let Freddie give him another stupid tarot reading. Hell, she even begged him to pick a fight with Mal. Anything, anything, but what he was planning.
She'd had the audacity to ask him to leave their life in the tower alone. Move on, forget it ever existed. Just let her handle that part of their life.
Like fuck he could ever do that. Like fuck he would willingly make that choice ever the fuck again.
Because as far as he was concerned, her opinion on everything was a moot now that he finally understood. Now that he knew the truth. Knew what he kept returning them too.
No wonder they were such fucking freaks. Mal had called that right from the fucking start. Maybe fairies had weird abilities too?
He glances at the blond drooling on herself in disgust. Or maybe not.
He just absolutely refused to let Faustina go back now that he knew the truth. Refused. Every ounce of his being rebelled at the idea. Literally rebelled.
He couldn't even count the number of times he'd gotten sick that night after speaking with Yensid. After he processed what everything meant.
His brow deepens harden, his emerald eyes deepening. He couldn't remember a time he'd ever given so little fucks about their lives. So fucking little.
Who the fuck was she to care about people she barely even talked too, when she couldn't even tell the person closest to her the truth? He was her fucking protector! It's what she fucking willed him into whatever shitty existence he'd been living for! Why the hell was she always so fucking concerned about everyone else? Literally everybody worth a fuck on this isle? Everybody and anyone but her fucking self?
It pissed him the fuck off. And all he wanted to do was fix as much shit as he could before shit finally came to a head. So that's what he fucking going to do. Screw Faustina to the sticking place.
Because he was beyond fucking done. He was being dead ass serious. The next time he came face to face with her disgusting pig of a father, only one of them was going to leave that tower alive. He'd fucking loathed going back then. But he'd done it for her stupid ass. But now?
Never again. Not after he experienced all the years of her abuse in a single breath.
Because of what? Shame? The only person who should be feeling that stupid fucking bull shit was the prick that had done this to them. Or was it fear? Or both? He didn't fucking care. It was fucking stupid. All of it. If she was ashamed of anything it should be for keeping her damn mouth shut for so fucking long. Dumb bitch. He rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue in annoyance. He got shame. Had been wearing it like a second skin since he'd found out. But it wasn't because he couldn't face the truth. It was because he'd kept listening to her when she gave him the fucking warning's that they needed to go back.
His knuckles turn white around the hilt of his dagger.
Seriously what the fuck was so scary about that frail cunt of a man that she couldn't even trust him with the damn truth. He could've taken that fucker out. Could've taken him out years ago even.
The only thing that was keeping that old man from being gutted in his sleep right now was the fact they needed fucking answers. He needed him to undo the damage he had caused them.
Most trusted companion his ass. He snarls. What a load of bull shit that line had been.
Step one was not going so well, though.
Fucking Frollo hadn't visited in a long time, and the wait was starting to become a strain. He swallows a growl as he starts cleaning his nails again. Anything to keep from thinking about the last, however fucking, many years of bull shit he'd been forced to swallow, due to Faustina's… Humiliation? Shame? Fear? He understood not saying anything to the others, he really did. But for her to keep it from him? His insides felt like they were caught in a torrent of Hyades' flames.
That was the dumbest thing the cunt could have done. No wonder she shoved him away every time she slipped on that stupid skirt. Why the fuck hadn't he pushed her? Why the fuck hadn't he questioned why?
He wasn't sure he ever hated himself so much. Hated his life. Hers. Hated the fucking web of lies he found himself entangled.
He'd lost track of where the truth at this point. Everything had just been so overwhelmingly confusing. All he wanted was something else to focus on. Something he could do instead of going mad with waiting in that room full of horrors.
Faustina had fucking flipped when she found out that he had stolen her father's prized possession. Good. He honestly couldn't think of a better person to have that stupid fucking whip. He'd thought of burning it. He had. But he didn't want to give the old man the satisfaction. It felt like letting the sick fuck win.
Oh, I fucked something up? Better cover it with fire! He scowls.
He hadn't even questioned her, just sucked it up like he always did, and got the shit done.
He was done covering himself in burns to appease and assuage Faustina's fears. He'd been marked too much through the years. Claimed too often by just the stupid fucking fear of what her father would, he scoffs, could do if he ever found out about him and their excursions.
So now here he was.
Annoyed. Not sure if he was glaring at the bed, or the person in it. Originally when he snuck in he was planning on waking her up with a knife to her throat. But, he scowls, he couldn't bring himself to get that close to the fucking mattress. His glare intensifies. Jay and Hook would have a fucking field day if they ever figured that one out. His fingers were white-knuckled around the hilt of his dagger.
A fucking bed. That's what was stopping him from challenging the Mistress of Evil. A fucking useless square pile of fluff. His eye twitches as a low growl leaves him. A fucking bed.
It was fucking crazy that the mistress of evil hadn't even rolled over at his entrance. Not even a fluttering eyelid.
It was fucking crazy that he was even here. But he was done with rolling over and submitting to the adults just because they had, once upon a time, been the big fucking bads. He was done with cowering in fear of what Faustina's father might do to her if he found out about his existence.
What the fuck was fear compared to this utter self-loathing he had roiling around his stomach?
Apparently a fucking bed. He scoffs, glowering at the mattress in complete disdain.
He. Was. Just. So. Fucking. Done.
Done with all of it. What the fuck had been the point of building all these relationships if Faustina wasn't even going to bleed off any of her own shit? It was fucking stupid. And god damn fucking pointless. She was stupid. Lying was fucking stupid.
His existence felt pointless. These were people he trusted, that he had spent time and energy in getting to know and understand. And she wouldn't even confide in fucking one of them. Not even fucking Evie. And he didn't even want to get into it with her again about the weak-ass attempt with Uma.
He had been built to protect others. Constructed carefully to make sure all the people who she had grown to care about at a distance were safe. He was made to be willing to face the wrath of whatever stood between them and peace of mind. Designed to take care of the people she cherished on a level no one else on the isle was willing to. And she barely ever spoke more than 'I'm sorry's' and quiet fucking 'thank yous'?
Fucking dumb.
All of it was just so fucking dumb.
What the fuck was the point?
That was the fucking barrier-breaking question. His eye twitches.
Seriously. What the fuck had even been the point? He bites his teeth together with an audible click as they meet.
He rolls his eyes. There wasn't one. Their lives were apparently fucking pointless. So why not say fuck it, and really go full tilt into the persona she had so carefully created just for him. Might as fucking well if everything he did was for nothing, which it was if he couldn't even protect the person he was created to protect.
He had ignored her sobs when she'd try to convince him that he had done everything she'd ever wanted him too and then some. That she had appreciated everything he did for her. He swallows a guttural growl of disgust before it could wake sleeping fucking beauty. That she had appreciated every fucking burn, crack, hit, and slap he'd taken for her.
He'd never wanted to hit a girl so hard in his life.
And the most fucked up part of all. The thing that was driving him fucking nuts. Driving him to this latest brink of insanity. Was the fact if she'd told him those things a week ago, he would have died fucking happy. He'd been more than content with the life he had been building for them. Was fucking thrilled with the people he considered friends. Would even hazard to call some of them family, if the mere concept of that word didn't send bile rising to his throat. But now?
Now with the truth weighing on his shoulders? It didn't fucking matter what she thought. Bitch was fucking crazy if she never asked him to save her. Never even gave him the fucking chance.
He'd fucking backhand her if she wasn't such a flincher already.
If the hit wouldn't reduce her to tears and make her inconsolable.
Make her meeker. More timid. More recluse.
If she wouldn't apologize when she was the one getting hit.
He was so fucking sick of hearing her apologies. Her pathetic excuses.
If anyone deserved her fear it was fucking him. The power she'd given him, her supposed savior, over her life.
"Alright…" Maleficent stretches her arms above her head as she yawns deeply, "I have to say, congrats kiddo, this is a new one for me." She sits up in the bed to stare at the boy boldly sitting in the room with her.
T turns to Maleficent with a frown. "Took you long enough to wake up." He scoffs.
Maleficent purses her lips, the motion pulling at her already accented high cheekbones, "Oh really? Took me long enough to wake up huh? Guess that should tell you something about your evil quotient," She snorts, "and general aura."
"Or that you're getting too old, or too complacent to notice a real threat when you see one."
"Well then my little threat, what do you want?" Maleficent holds up a single finger, the purple polished nail filed to a sharp claw, "And who the hell are you anyway, I don't think I've ever seen you running around stealing shit, or even heard about you."
"I have better and bigger shit to do with my time than drawing attention to myself for something as petty as theft and small-time kid shit." T snaps, his tone as scathing as his hatred for himself.
"Do you now?" The OV rolls her eyes as she reaches over to her nightstand, grabbing a brush before she returns her attention to the little threat of a boy, "Well? Go on, you've worked hard to get this far, I suppose I should hear you out." She absently pulls the brush through her hair, avoiding the nubs on her head where her horns had once flourished beautifully.
"You fucked up my end game." T scowls. He'd had a few hours to come up with a plausible enough reason for him pulling this stunt.
"Oh my." Maleficent narrows her eyes and pouts her bottom lip out, "Sounds serious." she exclaims, using the brush as if it were a microphone.
T rolls his eyes. "Serious enough to contemplate how easy it would be to just sink my blade into you, call it a day, and fix it myself. It would have been quicker and less tedious. But that would fuck up my plans."
She lets out a strangely infectious, peeling laugh that ends with a rolling snort, "Oh please, if that had been your goal I'd have woken up to a knife to my throat or to you flipping out because your knife didn't work on me." She shakes her head, letting out a few more laughing snorts before she can continue, "Darling, that ship sailed the moment I woke up. Do us both a favor and stick to the important bits."
"I want into Mal's gang. I've spent the last several years gathering all the information I could to get my best chance of getting off this shit hole." He snaps, "And you fucking ruined it."
"Well I hate to break it to you, pumpkin," She tosses the brush over her shoulder without looking, "but I don't have any say in my daughter's extracurricular activities with her little minions."
"Bull shit. I follow every time that stupid, bratty ass little princess is summoned by her pops." T seethes using his contempt for Faustina to emphasize his point. "I tucked myself in the rafters like I usually do when I want to know what the mother and daughter of evil are up too, and watched as you ruined my fucking chances and last several years of hard fucking work over being the petty bitch you are."
Maleficent raises one delicately arched eyebrow, "Wel well well, I guess you're not just another simpleton thinking he can impress with a cheap trick and a smooth voice." She chuckles as she slides down on her side of the bed, "Fine, okay I admit it, I may have called in a favor with that little blue flamed baby to get her to cut out her damn wishy-washy dancing between my daughter and the daughter of the Sea Hag." She rolls her eyes, "Sue me."
T doesn't have to fake his eye twitch, "I get this is a fucking game to you. It's a fucking pathetic spit of fucking rock, with nothing to do but wallow bout the glory days of when your name and title actually meant shit." He scathingly points out. "But," His lip curls, "I'm focused on the fucking present and my best chances of survival. And you fucked with that by interfering in shit you have no real stakes in like its a simple fucking game of chess."
"And here I thought you had half a brain hiding somewhere between your ears." Maleficent chuckles as she walks into a large closet.
"Tch. Know enough to work in the shadows so efficiently you have no idea who the fuck I am," He snarls, "or what I'm actually capable of."
"Valid point." Maleficent concedes as she walks back into the room wearing a silky black robe over her nightgown, "You at least have your theatrical flair and sneaking ability working in your favor right now." She stops in front of T, staring at him before she flails her hands between them, "But honestly doll, who doesn't have a trick or two like that up their sleeves nowadays?"
"Trick my ass. This is called fucking skill. Must be as daft as you are old to not recognize greatness when it's staring you in the fucking face." T rebukes, "And don't act like this shit happens on the daily-"
"Hell no this doesn't happen on the daily." She chuckles harshly, "All credit where credit is due, not even my daughter has ever snuck in here."
"And yet, I've been coming and going from here for years right under your fucking nose."
"Yeah, but I only have your word to trust on that," She purses her lips as she tilts her head to the side, "you should already know that isn't how trust works here."
"If you think I'd be stupid enough to not at the very least get a schematic of this house, and several ways to leave at any given moment you'd be wrong."
"So you can be a spy? Good for you, dime a dozen." Maleficent nods absently as she turns towards another door.
"Bitch please, I ain't a spy. I'm the fucking spy. I'm the fucking shadow that makes the hair on the back of your neck crawl. The ghost that lays in wait to get what I fucking want. The one that hears everything and misses nothing. You'd better tread carefully."
"Well someone drank the kool-aid at their own propaganda meeting." She snorts as she grabs the doorknob, "You don't mind do you? I do have a routine to keep up with and an isle to run afterward, I like to stick to a tight schedule."
T scoffs as he stands up and jumps off her chair. "Whatever." He rolls his eyes. "See you around, good luck doing the same." He stops when he turns to the window only to find Maleficent staring back at him, "Neat trick?" He states sounding utterly unimpressed.
Maleficent grins down at the blank expression on his face as he raises an unimpressed eyebrow at her, "Hmm, impressive composure." She nods as she walks back around him, "And don't waste my time with empty threats, you came to me, why the hell would I seek you out?"
"Why wouldn't you?" He crosses his arms as he eyes her up and down with a look of disgust he kept reserved for her. "Here I thought you were only here because of your strict adherence to manners, and this is the reception I get for waiting for you to wake up..." He tuts his tongue.
"That's where you're wrong my little shadow fiend," She lightly shrugs, "I'm testing you. Looking for flaws and chinks in that wall you've so carefully built up." She sniffs elegantly as she crosses her arms over her chest, "And I gave that idiotic royal family exactly what they deserved for breaking protocol and inviting everyone in the damn world, but me, to their stupid christening."
"Call it what you want," T shrugs, "but gotta say the disappointment is mutual. I thought you would be shrewder than this. You're getting old. All the OV's are. Don't look a gift crow in the beak."
"You keep talking like a little punk and I may just forget the realness of this deal in front of me." Maleficent rolls her eyes as she runs a hand over her horns.
T shrugs, "I have heard memory was the first to go… Maybe I should just shrink back to the shadows and bide my time. I can deal with this on my own. I don't need some has been to do my dirty work."
"Fine, don't let the bargain door, or window hit your ass on the way out."
"If I were you it wouldn't be my ass I was worried about on the way out old V." T fires back, "I'll be back when I have what I want. Would hate to miss the opportunity to shove facts in the face of the Mistress of what exactly, catty responses?" He lifts a brow. "Maybe even test my theory that you're not as invulnerable to blades as you once were. I heard skin gets thinner with age. And I'd hazard a guess invulnerability would be the first to go when magic is stolen from you."
"Just like I thought, far too touchy to be of any actual worth to me." Maleficent frowns as she looks the boy over again, "A shame really."
"Tch," T lifts his brow. "Bitch, please. You earned your title with magic and a preexisting pedigree. I'll be earning mine with hard-won skills and will to survive." His eyes sweep over her, clearly sizing her up. "Touchy my ass. I just realized you're not as scary as all the tales claim."
"If you'd rather scary instead of cordial I can oblige, I just thought you were here to prove something." She shrugs one small shoulder, "My mistake."
"And I've proven it and then some. Time to get off your high horse, and make way for the next-gen. Fear of the 'good ol' days' only carries so far. If you can't see that I'm clearly an asset, for your daughter and by proxy yourself, you must be blind or dumb."
"Dollface, everyone ever has thought they were hot shit, I'm not impressed by an attitude covering a wad of insecurities wrapped in an abundance of useful."
"I'm covering in…" T's eye twitches. "Blind it is. That's fine. Perhaps Shan Yu's eyes still work? I'm sure he'd just love to hear how easy it was to slip into the Mistress of Evil's abode and stand over her for so long without so much as her batting an eyelash while she drooled peacefully." He states dryly, "Must be nice to sleep so soundly." His tone so bitter it surprises himself.
"Empty threats are very blaise." She rolls her eyes, "Look, you're doing a poor marketing job here." She brings her hands together in a slow clap, "Aces on that intro, but so far after that one instance of brilliance, you've been nothing but talk and here say. You flat out refused to give me your name or heritage, and then you accused me of being rude in my own home."
"Tch. Are you going deaf too? I said we were up and coming gen, didn't I? I'm not gonna let my fucking parents attempt to claim the legacy I leave behind. I'm making my own fucking name, or rather lack thereof one, wholly my own."
"Brilliant! Oh, I do like that. A rebel that refuses to let the poor image of his forefathers hold him back," Maleficent's eyes widen appreciatively, "Why not lead with that next time?"
"You must be deaf because I already said all of that and then some."
"No dear, you said up and coming, please, you can't throw a rock on this damn isle without knocking a tooth out of an up and coming."
"Except no one is going to see me coming up from behind. I made my name all for myself-"
"And yet you haven't given me that name you claim to have worked so hard to make. I must say, rude."
"T." He rolls his eyes.
"Well well, now that is a name I'm familiar with." Maleficent chuckles and steps closer, "And now, your test." She circles back to her dresser and taps her fingers across its shiny surface in contemplation.
"Test?" T bites out bitterly. "I don't think so. I just wanted you to know who I am, and what you did so you know exactly why your rep goes down the shit hole." He crosses his arms, "After all, killing you wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as watching from the shadows, as the empire you've worked so hard to build crumbles at your feet. By some nameless fuck you pushed aside with that 'unholier than thou' attitude of yours." He spins his dagger between his fingers with confidence. "Just like you ruined my fucking chances of getting into the Core fucking Four on a damn fucking whim."
Maleficent smirks as she waves her hand dismissively, "You did say you want to join my daughter's gang, which shouldn't be a problem for you, with your skills." A sly grin pulls at her lips before she turns back around, "Therefore I have to conclude that you don't want to work with that spoiled little flame."
"Damn fucking straight I don't. Shadows get swallowed by the light, and I have no interest in being associated with some wannabe Auradonian." He was surprised again by the level of contempt in his voice. Apparently, when you were this fucking pissed you didn't care who it was at. "I'm better than that, and so is your daughter. She was wise to defy you for all those years you demanded her to befriend it. I get you saw raw ability, and sure she can do some fucking damage, but a can of gas and a match," He shrugs, "And you've got the same fucking end product. So what does that really do for the M.O.E. in training? Get rid of the dead weight, and I'll make your daughter the top dog of everything your evil ass ever desired her to be, and then some."
"You would have some excellent points." Maleficent nods, "But here's the problem. I'm not going to tell you the reason that girl is important, so instead, prove to me how valuable you can be. Convince me, T," She winks, "and I'll kick her tiny pale ass to the curb faster than Curella can lose a puppy."
T rolls his eyes, "If you think I don't know about her trying to break her father free, and your pipe dream of riding his shirttails off this shit hole, you're still underestimating the shit I'm capable of. The dead and the God that rules them don't scare me. Not with that dog collar around his neck."
"Oh pumpkin, you're definitely falling prey to short-sightedness." She grins as she continues to size the boy up uncomfortably, "If you'd like that remedied, face my challenges. Prove that you can be trusted with hot information and I'll let you in on secrets I don't even let my own daughter in on."
T lifts his brow, "I don't care about your secrets or your plans. If they haven't been of use to you by now, they ain't worth any use. I'm passed wanting off this rock. This shit hole is what I was made for. I want in your daughter's gang, not your pocket."
Maleficent tilts her head to the side with a chuckle, "You are ballsy, god I have to give you that."
"I like to call it confident in my capabilities, but as long as you're finally recognizing I'm not like the other sightless shits roaming this spit of dirt, I'll call it progress."
"Oh you're still sightless, you just have potential." Maleficent touches her thumb and forefinger to her lips, "Still, I'm not doing anything for you without proof that your addition to my daughter's gang would be better than that little firestarter." She drops her hand and shrugs, "Take it or get out."
T's silent for a long moment. And silent even longer in attempts to get under her skin as he watches her without so much as a blink. "You get dirt on two people. That's all the time I'm willing to put into this pointless game. Then I want princess worthless outta my spot."
"Done." Maleficent smacks her hands against the dresser behind her, "But you had better make it the best dirt you've ever seen. Because if you don't come back with some real game-changing information, what use will you be as a spy for my daughter?"
"As I said earlier, your gen has neither my interest or attention. Define game-changing, because you lot have grown pretty boring since you were dragged here."
"Well then, since you're so-" Her voice turns snooty, "bored- Why don't we make this a real challenge. You mentioned going to Shan Yu before. Go right ahead. He hasn't done a full check-in or report on his activities for the past week."
"That's because he's busy working behind your back to undermine you and take over the isle. Duh. Done."
"Doll, when isn't one of these damn second rate villains trying to take my place," She waves T off dismissively, "same old story on all the damn channels. And news flash," She bounces once, "it's boring."
T stares at her looking as utterly as unimpressed as he felt. "I've been watching you for years, I think I know boring when I see it." He rolls his eyes, "But sure, if this is what you call a challenge, I'm game."
"Uh-huh." Maleficent rolls her eyes, "Let's try something real quick, make sure you're not susceptible to easy manipulation." She chuckles as she looms over T, her eyes flashing to a brilliant acid green as she stares him down.
T narrows his eyes as he meets her neon green eyes with another raised brow. Something in him rises at the violation of whatever the fuck it was she was doing with her eyes. His muscles twitch at the desire to knock her away. But he stands firm. Growing more agitated the longer she stares at him before a low growl he didn't recognize in himself is ripped from his throat, a sound that confused him just enough so he could turn away from the sickly green attempting to worm its way into the darkest recesses of his mind and soul.
"Well, it's certainly not the worst reaction. You did manage to pull yourself away eventually."
"Tch." T scowls, "Stop acting so unimpressed. I don't know what the fuck you were doing, but I know myself. Which means I exceeded expectations. I've seen how people have crumpled under that stare. Don't fuck with me. Or feed me some bull shit that I don't have more fucking guts than most. Even I don't know the limits of what I'm capable of when shoved far enough."
"You're so cute when you get all snippy like that. Tell me, is that yapping due to a lack of muscle size," She frowns as her eyes linger on small, thin arms hidden under layers of clothing, "or does it have something to do with your rooftop acrobatics to avoid people?"
"I don't avoid people, I observe people. I've seen some of the worst life has to offer, and now it's my time to sit at the table."
"Ah." Maleficent flashes a mockingly apologetic smile, "My apologies, I was simply referring to the fact you're more spy, less brute force."
T lets out a scoff. "I don't need brute force to be a threat. I have speed and skill for days. And I make myself as unassuming as possible for a reason. No one expects the no one to make a move. You say flaws, I say assets. No one ever see's me coming till I'm already gone." Well, that wasn't one hundred percent true. There were at least eight fucking sets of eyes that always seemed to find him. Funny. He never would have expected his fucking anger to give him the kick in the ass he'd always fucking needed to get shit done. Then again, before his life collapsed in front of him, he wasn't sure he'd ever been pissed. Not even the licks from her father's whip had set him off like fucking this. That had been more of a silent satisfaction that he was getting the fuck away with sneaking out under that ignorant fuck's nose.
"We'll see won't we." Maleficent tilts her head to the side and rests a finger against her lips, "Let's see now, who would be a challenge worthy of you? Let's say that old has-been named Yensid."
T's brow lifts at that. "The fucking hero?" He scoffs, "What a waste of my fucking time. And here all I thought it was supposed to be a challenge…" He jeers.
"I don't want to just know where he is or what he teaches at the school billy badass."
T rolls his eyes.
"I want the real juicy stuff. Who does he talk to? Does he have a following? Why has he been trying to send an influx of letters to Auradon?"
T watches her for a moment before he lets out a laugh as hollow as he currently felt. "You think he's building an army of next gens to take over the isle or something stupid like that, don't you? I like it." Even his snort was condescending. "Paranoid is how I survived most my life."
"Wonderful. You have your challenges, and I can take back my day. See you around T." Maleficent turns her back on the boy and walks towards the door again.
"Oh. I ain't gathering shit till I know without a shadow of a doubt that you'll follow through." He crosses his arms. "I grew up here remember this ain't my first fucking dealing with an Old V, so let's try that again, shall we?"
"Smart boy." Maleficent grins, "Never trust anyone unless you get a deal in triplicate, witnessed by two peers, one of each of our choosing."
"Cool, then go grab your daughter and let's call this a fucking day."
"Yeah, sure, easy peasy," She walks over to yet another door and opens it dramatically, "MAL!" She shouts before she slams the door shut again, "What else… Oh, the contract." She walks over to a small side table and plucks sheets of parchment and long billowy quills from a drawer before she walks back to her dresser, "Do you want me to write this up or would you like to try your hand at writing a contract?"
T studies her for a moment before he shrugs. "It's not like I'm signing shit without reading it over and my whole fucking life has been one fucking loophole, so good fucking luck. You write it." He turns his back on her as he walks over to the chair he'd previously claimed, and jumps on it before he turns around and perches on the top of it and watches her, concerned by how easy it was to watch her, without so much as blinking.
He wasn't going to fucking lie. Talking to an OV like this? Making one of them acknowledge what the fuck he was, what the fuck one of them had turned him into? It felt damn fucking good. And she hadn't even threatened her stupid fucking dungeon. Or called in her stupid goblins. This was so not what he'd been fucking expecting when he'd come up with this half-assed idea. Who knew anger could be fucking used like this? Mal was so doing it wrong. Why lash out on VK's when you could lash out at OVs? He felt like a complete fucking asshole when he'd snapped so nastily at Uma she'd actually withdrawn. On her own damn fucking ship no less. Ugh. What the fuck was wrong with him? He couldn't recall ever feeling this volatile before opening that stupid fucking door.
A light knock on the door is quickly followed with, "You called mother?"
"Come in pumpkin, but summon a goblin to fetch Hades for me, I need him to witness a contract."
"Yes, mother."
Maleficent looks up from her writing to smile and wink at T, "You sure you want to join a 'yes mother' kind of leader?"
"You're the Mistress of Fucking Evil, if you couldn't scare your own daughter into submission what the fuck would that say about you? You've had her since she was an infant. Should I be fucking impressed?"
Maleficent grins as she goes back to writing out the contract, "You are sometimes a very sharp cookie." She snorts, "Sometimes, or perhaps in some areas."
"Would I still be fucking sitting here if I wasn't?" He mocks cockily.
Hades slams the door open as he enters the room ahead of Mal, "So then, who's the mortal dumb enough to wheel and deal with you my little green fairy?"
"That would be me." T raises his hand lazily, from his new perch. "You must've been bored as fuuuck to actually leave your temple for this bull shit." He observes shrewdly.
Hades turns his gaze on T, his eyes narrowing as he half folds his arms in front of his chest before he presses one finger against his lips, "Wait a minute… You look so familiar. Don't tell me," He holds one hand out to stop any hints that may have been about to slip and covers his eyes with the other hand, "Let me think… It's right there, the tip of my tongue."
T's attention drifting to Mal as the god contemplated where they knew each other. The look on her face as she finally settles her eyes on him was priceless, as were her faltering steps.
"What the fuck is this?" Mal demands angrily as she glares at T.
"Shhhh, tiny dragon, thinking. I'm having a hard time because something tells me your thread should have been cut."
"Many times, yeah, probably. I mean look where we are." T agrees not taking his eyes from Mal's look of outrage.
"Ballsy, I like it." Hades rolls his hand at the wrist before his eyes suddenly narrow, "Wait, you!" He crowds T, looming above him before he bends to stare at the boy's eye level. How? This was the kid hanging out at Ursula's shop. He was pretty sure he'd ordered her to kill the urchin. In fact, he'd been in the room a full three minutes while he'd been held underwater, "You're still alive huh... Impressive."
"What can I say, I've learned to roll with the punches." T shrugs in response as he finally pulls his eyes off Mal to turn his attention to the god in front of him.
"Yeesh, you ain't kiddin'." He tilts his head closer before he grabs the back of T's head and tilts it back to fully stare into the slowly dulling green eyes, "Yikes…" He picks T up by his head, standing straight up as the kid's instincts have him holding on tight to the cuffs circling his wrist for support, "Kid, what the hell happened to you?"
"Yo!" T hisses, as his eyes narrow, "Personal space much?"
"Yeah yeah kid," Hades rolls his eyes as he sets the kid back down, "Good Me, do you even know how much of a shit show it is in there? What fucked you up… I'm betting gold ta immortality it was religion." He snickers as he releases his hold on T and takes a step back, "Am I right or what?"
T steadies himself, before he shrugs, "Well, I'm fucking damn sure it didn't fucking help shit." He admits.
"I hear ya kid." A slow grin spreads on his lips as he turns to eye Maleficent still bent over the table writing, "So uh, hey. Quick question… Does the old dragonfly know what she's climbing into bed with?"
T lifts his brow as a darkly amused snort escapes his lips, the sound slightly jarring. "She's making the deal ain't she?" T shrugs, "Not my fault if she didn't check the bed for bugs."
Hades stares at the kid blankly, "Sure kid, sure, but does she," He eyes T again, his gaze lingering on his chest and legs pointedly before he looks back into T's eyes, "Know?" He holds one hand up and dramatically winks.
"Oh hush you old hearth fart," Maleficent shakes her head in exasperation, "Why can't I ever make a deal without you trying to scare me off?"
T gestures to Maleficent, "You heard her. Let the queen bitch sort out this shit show. It'll be 'more fun to laugh at her assumptions… Assuming she has the fucking patience it would take to unwind this bull shit," He waves his hand in front of eyes, "Without whatever the fuck that was. Which…" He narrows his eyes in thought, "Yeah fuck it," He shrugs, "Fuck you very much for that added layer of bull shit by the way."
"Oh, I like this one. So full of death wishes and blood-filled dreams. A cup or two of vinegar… yep, just about sums you up," Hades covers his mouth to stifle a laugh before he turns to Maleficent, "You're right of course babe, I can't help but fuck around with anyone you deem worthy of dealing with."
Mal's jaw clenches as she continues to stare T down expectantly, only to grow further annoyed when the boy doesn't meet her eyes again. And instead just jumps up on a chair to perch on the back again.
"Fantastic. Peachy keen." Maleficent glares up at the much taller god before she smacks one of the parchments against his chest. "Make sure this is right. In other words, be useful."
"Oooh, look at the claws on the dragon today." He jazz hands obnoxiously in her face, "Oohhhh scary."
"She can't help it, I woke up on her side of the fucking bed," T adds with a smug smirk.
Mal's eyes widen as she turns, seemingly intending to give T a piece of her mind, but her eyes catch Hades' as he looks at her over the parchment and he gives her a short shake of his head.
The god's warning catches Mal off guard, effectively shutting her mouth.
"Right sweetheart, looks very good. Nice and professional. I'll make a secretary of you yet. Give you a nice little office," His eyes glaze over as his mind fixates on the details of the underworld, "Oh yeah that's nice. Little office next to mine-"
"Today God of Death." Maleficent snaps her fingers annoyingly in front of his face.
"I wouldn't be so dismissive. That's probably the highest level title you'll earn at your age in this shit hole, might want to just take him up on it." T comments offhandedly.
Hades thrusts his thumb over his shoulder at T, "See?" He turns and stares pointedly at T, "He gets it."
"Yeah, apparently fairies have expiration dates too." T shrugs, "She's definitely losing it with her age and stagnancy." He adds brazenly, as he leans forward resting his forearms lazily against his thighs, as if he were bored.
The twisted look of anger and horror nearly causes T pause as Mal seethes quietly where she had previously stopped dead. He'd bet every lock pick set he owned that she'd be the first in the room to kill him at this moment.
"Oh now that's a real shame, this kid is a cask full of electric eels," He vaguely plays with the air in front of him as if he were plunging his hands into invisible cask, his face slowly morphing as he describes what that description might feel like, "Kind of, slimy and wiggly, full of crackling energy and no direction."
T thrusts his thumb at Hades. "What he said."
"Well aren't you two fucking peas in ah pod adorable?" Maleficent smiles, her voice sweet before she glares at the God and continues in her normal voice "Can we get on with this?"
"Can someone please explain what the fuck is going on, please?" Mal demands, her tone tight with barely restrained emotions. "And why the fucking weird-ass tard is in the middle of it?" She accuses as she points at T with so much contempt her eyes were nearly glowing with it.
"Calm down daughter, if things work out this will be the newest member to your gang." Maleficent pushes her sleeve back in place before she calls out for a goblin minion, "He just has to pass a few tests before I can grant his special request."
Mal scoffs, "Excuse me?" She turns to T in complete confusion, the response clearly having taken her off guard. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She demands her hands twitching to come up and strange him.
"Proving that I'm the best person suited for your gang?" T shrugs.
Mal blinks, "But you-"
"Zip it kiddo," Maleficent chuckles, "this is what the little intruder wanted."
"Ohhh, you broke in." Hades claps, "Nice, very nice. Sounds like ten all around it."
T nods, a smug smirk pulling at his lips, as he gestures to the god. "Thank you."
After all the formalities are taken care of my the goblins, Hades calls Maleficent and T forward to sign the contract. "T," He laughs, "What ah dumb name." He chuckles, his shoulders shaking as he passes pages back and forth between T and Maleficent, himself and Mal, "But easy on the hands in situations like this." He rubs at a small cramp in his hand.
T snorts, "Ain't it though?" He responds easily as he signs away his name for what had to be the twentieth time to a dotted line.
Mal hesitantly signs on her witness line, her eyes constantly jumping up to T before she bites her bottom lip.
"Very well. T, Once you have gathered sufficient information on Shan Yu, his whereabouts, any plans he may have in the works, and secret dealings for supplies as well as Yensid and any extra activities he has, people he associates with, and the reason his attempts to send letters to Auradon have increased. Once this has been accomplished to my satisfaction, you will be a full member of Mal's gang, and I will kick the little spoiled flame to the curb."
"Wait, what?" Hades and Mal shout together, the god of course much louder than Mal.
T shrugs, "Its a dog eat fucking dog world, Mal," He stands up. "Won't be long till I'm your full-fucking-time problem." His normal shit-eating grin not quite meeting his eyes.
"Wonderful." Mal scowls as she glares daggers at T.
Hades sucks his teeth as he leans back and watches this 'T' girl. Every damn time he ran into it, it was somehow involved with his daughter. He wasn't sure what this latest ploy was, but he couldn't help himself, he was entertained. "One of these days you and I are gonna have a nice long chat." Hades nods thoughtfully before he stands, "So, do you like tea or coffee?"
T eyes the god for a moment, before he just shrugs, "Fuck it, I'm down. And tea. Pretty full of myself if you haven't noticed."
"How appropriate." Hades chuckles. "Well then, later bitches," With a wink he turns to Mal, "tiny dragon, T-" He looks up at Maleficent to find her primping her dragon horn hood, "Yeesh." He shakes his head before he turns and walks away cackling. "This was fun, but I think I'm going to pick up my daughter for a daddy and me date. Feel like I haven't seen her in ages."
Mal takes a deep breath as she watches the god go, "If that's all mother?"
"Yeah go on."
Mal glares at T before she carefully walks out of the room, holding the door open behind her for T, "Move. It. Fucking. Now. You. Tard!"
"Later." T gives Maleficent a lazy raise of his hand before he jumps down off the chair and follows Mal out the door. "See you in a week." He shoves his hands into his pockets before strolling out of the room like he didn't have a fuck to give in the world.
Sup Descendants!
'Sssh tiny dragon' makes us lol every time.
So… How did you guys like this chapter? It was fun af to write. But what did you guys think? Too much, not enough?
Did anything surprise you? Or was that about how you would think T would handle this sitch? He… Or should I say she now…? Is in a pretty fucked place mentally. So what do you guys think?
How did you like Maleficent's reaction to waking up to this kid in her room? Their interactions? Are you shocked by the MoE's response to him? To T's interactions with her?
How about Senior's response to T? Amused? Concerned? We were both.
Annoyed T was outta character? Or would you say you understand?
How about that Hades and Maleficent banter? Could you picture it? Dark always does a stellar job with the villains. I dabbled with some of it, but it was mainly her brilliance. Please pet the Dark if you enjoyed it!
And poor Mal, talk about getting hit sideways. I know she didn't get to speak much… But would you with the Mistress of Evil and Hades in the same room? I don't think many would. How pissed do you think she is by this particular stunt?
And what about that deal? Pissed T agreed to spy on Yensid? Surprised he'd agree to spy on Shan Yu?
For those of you reading both series, are you noticing a thing with my OC's enjoying the 'villains' more than the 'heroes'? Cause we certainly did writing this chapter. Which hahaha whoops. Definitely something here I need to talk to my therapist about, lolz (^_^')
Did you flinch when T made that deal? Raise your hand if you think it's going to bite him in the ass.
Did you grimace when T was talking about Deez like that? Not gonna lie it hurt to write.
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