I'm baaack!

As I had mentioned, this story was moved to AO3 with me adjusting the plot, fixing grammar issues, and combining chapters. There were a LOT of grammar issues, because I was more worried about word length than the quality of the text. Meanwhile, at AO3, I focused more on assuring the story read smoothly.

I know some of you have read this story on AO3, and I appreciate your views and your comments. While I was working on a few chapters for the last arc, there were comments about the two fanfiction websites that sparked an idea-

For a different story.

At the conclusion of this story, I will make the announcement, but you won't see it for a while. I will be uploading two chapters a day, so this story is caught up with the AO3 version before that one continues, which gives me time to edit chapters.

That's a hint. ;)

*WARNING* As in the previous version, this story is centered around Mal being raped. If you can't handle it, please don't read. *WARNING*


The day Mal's life changed forever happened because of a mistake she made on Halloween night.

You see, the citizens of the Isle of the Lost loved to celebrate the holiday since it gave them an excuse to be even more wicked than usual. The children played nasty tricks on the adults during the day, while teenagers and their parents partied on opposite sides of the island. On this Halloween, the parents were partying at Hell Hall while the teenagers partied on Captain Hook's ships.

Usually, Mal wouldn't be caught dead by the docks since she and Uma were practically mortal enemies. Since Jay and Harry Hook were such good friends, the teenage girls called a temporary truce to prevent them from ruining the boys' friendship. Besides, they wouldn't have to see one another as Uma would be working all night at her mother's restaurant.

Despite calling the truce so the boys could spend time together, a fifteen-year-old Harry Hook stayed by a fourteen-year-old Mal's side the entire time.

Keep this in mind. One's age plays a vital role for what comes next.

No one paid attention to the pirate and the fairy's unusual interaction. Most who noticed shrugged carelessly, believing that Harry was getting close to Mal because his captain was nowhere in sight.

However, no one noticed Mal being pressured to drink.

What?

They are children of villains!

None of them followed the rules, so why would the teenagers listen to a drinking age limit?

Maybe if they had, Mal wouldn't have been placed in this predicament.

In fact, when thinking back on the events leading to the mistake, Harry had only one shot of whiskey the entire night. Compared to his one shot, Mal consumed enough to be on the border line of alcohol poisoning. Mal had made it clear when the party began that it was her first-time drinking, but Harry forced her to down shots of whiskey and drink semi-tall glasses of rum until he was satisfied with her drunken state. It was almost like he planned to get her drunk from the start—

Which makes Mal feel more . . . violated than she already was.

The fairy doesn't recall much of the Halloween party due to her intoxication. Mal does remember, after her last drink, begging Harry to take her away from the party because she wasn't feeling well. Harry complied but, instead of walking her home, led her to his bedroom. Mal tried asking why they were there, but Harry interrupted her with a crushing kiss.

Now, Mal will admit, she had a crush on the pirate for a while. She imagined a time or two of them dating, but never acted on because of her friend's feelings. Her friend's crush on the pirate is less obvious due to him being such close friends with Harry.

But this changed Jay's whole perspective on the crooked pirate.

Mal, at one time, believed kissing Harry would be a dream come true. But this drunken kiss . . . she never felt so disgusted in her life. Harry grabbed the back of her neck so she couldn't escape the lip-lock and roughly groped her ass like he owned it. Mal tried her hardest in her drunken state to fight back, but slowly gave up from the lack of energy and coherency. Once she fully lost the motivation to fight, Harry forcefully shoved her on his bed. When he removed his shirt during a break in the kiss, Mal blacked out.

Although it may not be believable, Mal couldn't see anything for short periods of time. However, she could feel everything happening to her. She could feel Harry tearing her clothes off like it was a matter of life or death. With no warning, Mal felt this unbearable pain, letting out a blood curdling scream, but Harry silenced her with another kiss.

Even if Harry allowed her to scream for his sick pleasure, no one would be able to hear the fairy. On the main deck a few feet above, a live band played obnoxiously loud while the partiers sung off-tune at the top of their lungs. No one paid them any attention when they were leaving, so why would anyone notice them being gone?

There was a time Mal believed the torture was over, but then she heard Harry mumble something about another round. Before she could process his words, Mal felt him on top of her again and the revoltingly painful feeling returned. This routine probably occurred . . . four times? Maybe five? Mal lost count because of how mortified she truly was.

When the morning light gleamed through the cracks of the ship's hull, Mal finally regained her vision. Removing Harry's arm off her so she could trudge out of bed, Mal dressed in her ripped clothing while fighting a massive headache and the gut-wrenching feeling in her stomach.

As quickly as she could, Mal fled the pirate ship before anyone could see her. Once far enough away from the docks, Mal stumbled into the nearest alleyway. With only a cough as a warning, she vomited a puddle of brown liquid.

Once she finally stopped, the fairy debated where to go. Maleficent would surely be awake, but she wouldn't care about what happened to her daughter. Even if she did, Maleficent would ridicule her for being so weak and for giving up too easily.

Mal considered going to her father, Hades.

Although her parents separated nearly ten years ago, Mal spent each weekend with him, though no one knows about their relations. Hades would be more considerate of her circumstances, but would confront the pirate and cause an unwanted spectacle. Everyone would give looks of pity, making her feel more worthless than she already felt.

Besides, there was one person Mal wante—no, needed to tell before anyone else.

So, hugging herself tightly to comfort herself, Mal slowly staggered to the hideout at the center of the island.

A couple years ago, she and Jay found the abandoned building and made it their safe haven; a place to hide from their parents and confide in one another. The hideout is where Jay revealed to Mal about being gay, which made her respect him more for having the courage to tell.

Not long after Mal arrived at the hideout, Jay showed up, looking like he had the best night of his life. His happiness quickly faded when he noticed Mal rocking herself on the lumpy couch, like she experienced the worst night of her life.

Wordlessly, Jay knelt before her, rubbing soothing circles on her knees to calm her, only making her more tense. It took some time, but while fighting back tears and sobs, Mal told her best friend what occurred just a few hours prior. Her skin crawled from telling her tragedy. Meanwhile, Jay's blood boiled in rage, though he kept his composure for her sake. He was so surprised Mal could keep her emotions together so well despite going through such a horrifying nightmare.

"Who do you want to tell?" Jay questioned as an unspoken thought lingered in the air. "Just in case . . . you know?"

"Not my mother," Mal declared with an adamant shake of her head. "There's no telling what she will do to me. The only other person I would be comfortable telling is my dad . . . Hades."

Jay allowed his jaw to slack slightly at the announcement. "Hades is your father?" He questioned rhetorically, though he shook his head in amusement. "No wonder you have such a bad temper. You probably got it from him."

"And hopefully he won't unleash his temper on me," Mal grumbled, bowing her head in shame.

"Hey." Jay raised the fairy's chin as gently as possible so she could gaze at him without flinching. "He won't. I have never met him, but I know you two love each other just by the way you said his name. We will help you get through this."

"What if I'm . . ." Mal trailed off, unable to speak the idea circling the air.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there," Jay reassured with a nod of confidence. "For now, let's go to your dad. He will be able to comfort you better than I ever can."


With it still being the early weekend morning, no one roamed the streets of the Isle of the Lost, giving the duo the perfect opportunity to travel to Hades's home, an underground mine created years before the children were born. However, once they slipped into the underground tunnel, Jay had to pick the lock on the skull-shaped gate since Mal left her key at their hideout. Within a minute, the expert thief unlocked the gate, allowing the duo to venture deeper underground.

Now, they had the option to pedal a miner bike through the tunnel, but Mal felt so miserable that she barely had the motivation to walk. When Jay offered to carry her, the fairy flinched before adamantly shaking her head. Any physical contact would make her feel worse since it would remind her of . . . that.

After so long, the two finally emerged at the end of the trail, which could be described as a man-cave, since it was a literal cave. It was a large spacious place with makeshift kitchen on one side, a door on the other that led to a bedroom Mal usually slept in, and a living room set-up in the center; a large, lumpy couch near the back wall with a box TV resting on crate a few feet away from them.

In the kitchen barely large enough for one person, Hades was in the middle of cooking an edible breakfast with the best spoiled ingredients sent from the mainland. Having heard the footsteps approaching, Hades slightly shouted, "You're early Mali! I'll have the food ready in ten. If you're hungry now, there may be something in the—"

"Daddy," his beautiful little girl cried.

Tensing at the unfamiliar sound, Hades whirled around to witness the tears streaming down his daughter's cheeks. With another sob, Mal surged forward to hug her father, causing him to swallow her in a comforting embrace. Feeling so protected, shielded, and safe in his arms, Mal let out a piercing scream as she wept into her father's chest, breaking his heart.

To save her from the pain, Jay summarized the tragedy of the broken girl from the night before and into the morning, careful to not go into detail to lesson her sorrow. Either way, Mal tightened her hold on her father as he slowly rubbed the back of her below shoulder-length purple hair.

"Mali," Hades cooed ever so gently. "I need you to look at me."

Reluctantly, Mal raised her head to gaze at her father. The god's infamous temper flared at the sight of her puffy red eyes and her pale cheeks, all cause by the cruel tragic events. However, he kept his anger in check for the sake of his daughter, who needed his calm composure more than ever.

"Yes or no," he began before asking the obvious question, "did he use protection?"

As the god suspected, Mal shook her head glumly. "He didn't," she denied through a sob. "I checked before I left."

"It will be fine," Hades reassured. "That does not mean anything will happen, but we should tell Yen Sid. He can get a clean test from Auradon to deny or confirm it. If you are, then what will you—"

"Keep," Mal decided surprisingly quick, bravely wiping away a stray tear. "Despite the horrendous event that created them, they are still innocent. But if Mother finds out—"

"She won't," Hades promised softly. "We will tell only Yen Sid at the moment. It may take some time before we get the test. For now, continue school and your daily activities. Your mother will become suspicious if you break your routine."

Kissing his daughter's forehead lovingly, Hades mumbled, "Don't worry. I will be here to help you through everything. Nothing will happen to you . . . or them."