Hi @meviesdust! I wrote you a fic for the @descendantsgiftexchange!

When you told me how much you love Christmas traditions and going all out for Christmas, it made me think about how the crew might celebrate a holiday in Auradon - I didn't think they'd have Christmas the way we do, but I figured they'd have the winter solstice.

And... I ended up going from what was supposed to be a short and sweet celebration of the solstice to a whopping 11K words. Hahaha. I hope you like it... Happy new year! (At this point, might as well say happy early Valentine's Day to be honest.)

Title: Let In The Light

Rating: T

Fandom: Descendants

Pairing: Mal/Evie, Uma/Original Female Character (but more than a romance story, it's a friendship story)

Summary: In Auradon, tonight is the most important night of the year: the Winter Solstice. It is also the very first winter solstice since the barrier was lifted separating the Isle of the Lost and Auradon. Will everybody behave themselves for this most important night of the year, or do some villains have different plans?

(Takes place in an alternate timeline where Mal and Ben never dated, but all the big plot points of the movies happened anyway, in their own ways.)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53231452/chapters/134701699

I Won't Let Go

Happy Holidays @bucket-barnes! I'm your Descendants Secret Santa. I did my best for a little Harry hallucination holiday angst for you. I hope you like it!

Harry is dealing with past trauma in Auradon during Christmas, and Uma and Gil are there to get him through it. Just a little fluff and angst for the holidays ❤❄

AO3

Uma’s hand tightens on the doorknob. Her eyes are tilted downward, following her own movement as if in a trance. She’s trying so hard to focus on the dinged-gold gleam of the metal rather than the words being spoken to her.

“Uma? You get what I’m saying, right? It’s for his own good. T-to, help him, I guess? I just…I want to keep him safe.”

Her chest feels tight, and the next breath she sucks in is borderline painful. But she plasters on the most genuine-looking smile she can muster, looking Ben in the eye with her chest puffed in fake bravado.

“Of course, Ben,” she coos, brushing her hand along his arm in a reassuring way. “If there’s anyone here that knows what’s best for us, it’s you. If you think Harry needs this, I’m in.”

Ben flashes her a grin, the most white and straight and perfect one she’s ever seen still, despite being surrounded by them now in a world of prim princes and princesses. There’s a sadness in his eyes, though. Uma feels like she’s been recognizing it more often. Whenever Ben has to acknowledge how the Isle has made their lives different, she sees it. And she finds she can really appreciate that about Ben in this moment. Neither of them wants to do this, but they both care enough about Harry to know it needs to be done.

“So, you really want to be in there, with him? I’d hate to keep you confined, too.” Ben’s chewing his lip, his brow furrowed with worry. “Once I lock the door it has to stay that way. The clock’s going to start ticking down the minutes to the parade in about…10 minutes?” He tells her with a brief glance to his watch. “And then the bells go off for a full minute after that. I think Harry’s going to need the full night to recover. After what happened at that Tourney game, I can’t risk it. The gash on Jay’s leg isn’t even fully healed yet.”

Uma winces at the thought. That wasn’t the first time they realized the Tourney bell could set Harry off, but it was definitely the worst. He had lunged at Jay simply because the boy was closest to the direction of the sound, so he got the brunt of Harry’s swing. Jay hadn’t stood a chance.

She shook her head sternly. “I’m not leaving him alone, Ben. He needs me.”

And I need him. The thought goes unsaid, but the tiny smile quirking at the end of Ben’s lips makes his understanding clear. With a gentlemanly wave of his hand, he grants Uma’s entrance through Harry’s door.

There’s no hesitation in Uma’s step. She charges through the door with the same determination and confidence she always has when she’s coming to see Harry. Like she wants to be here. Because she does.

In this moment, there’s nowhere else she’d rather be.

The second he meets her eyes, Harry’s smile gleams so bright. Warm and all-encompassing, reaching all the way to the crinkles of his ocean-blue eyes.

He always smiles that way when he sees her, Uma knows that. Because she always feels that same familiar heat pool in her belly when he does it, like she’s the only thing he ever needs to see again. The only thing he wants in his life, forever.

“Love, you’re back!” Harry proclaims, his arms already outstretched for her. He waits patiently that way, his wide grin unwavering until Uma’s in his arms, her tangle of braids spilling into his face as he envelops her.

“I was hopin’ ye weren’t gonna make me spend Christmas Eve without ya,” he said, voice muffled into the side of her neck. She shakes her head vigorously at that, making him chuckle.

“Don’t be a dolt, Harry. You know that would never happen.” She pulls back to smack him on the chest, the gesture missing all its animosity as she couldn’t fight the smile off her face. Harry ducks into her space, looking up into her eyes with a teasing smirk on his lips.

“A dolt, am I? But I’m your dolt, so what does that make you?”

“Well-“

“CAP’N! HARRY!”

Uma’s eyes whip to the door when Gil comes bounding in, practically toppling over Ben as he tries to open the door. She swallows a snort at the comical way the blond boy rolls over the king’s arm, flipping into a somersault and jumping up to his feet in an almost graceful flop. He flashes a toothy grin when he’s finally standing in front of them, panting audibly as he tries to offer a little bow for them.

Harry bursts out a laugh at that, picking up Uma in his arms to bow them both in return, eliciting a giggle from her while she clings desperately to his neck. Harry stands up quickly though when a loud cough erupts from the doorway.

“Eh, well…I guess Gil…we’ll see you in the morning too?” Ben stammers slowly, his smile halfway curling in an uncomfortable way. “Just, you all have a good night. And Merry Christmas!”

Ben waves as he closes the door, barely nodding an acknowledgment at the way Harry waves wildly back, almost dropping Uma to the ground as he does so. She lands on her feet though, brushing herself off quickly so she can jump on Gil and hug him tightly.

“Gil, what are you doing here?” Uma demands, smiling easily when he hugs her close. He’s sighing happily, and she lets it happen for a few moments before pulling back to look at him.

“Really, you should be out, enjoying the holiday stuff! You don’t need to be stuck inside.”

Gil’s brows knit together as he stares at Uma, clearly dumbfounded.

“Why would I want to do that when you an’ Harry are in here? That stuff doesn’t matter if I don’t have you guys! You know I love you, don’t you Ums?”

Uma bites her lip at that, holding her breath to fight down the swell of tears that’s starting to build.

“Yeah, Gil. Yeah. I know.” She smiles at him, turning to stand beside him to throw an arm over his shoulders.

“And you love our first mate too, right? We both do,” she adds with a wink, relishing in the way Harry beams back at them.

“Course!” Gil agrees, quickly jumping on Harry. They fall back on the bed in a hug, Harry nearly bellowing with laughter as Gil squeezes him tight, tickling his neck when he buries his nose there.

“I was bummed when Ben told me you guys couldn’t come out of this room, so I made him lock me in too,” Gil added in his muffled voice. He lifted his head to look at Harry, his expression changing to confusion when he sees the smile unexpectedly slip from Harry’s face.

“Locked…in?” Harry repeats. “So we can’t get out?” He glances at Uma. “What’s he talkin’ about?”

Uma huffs, but forces a smile back on her face. As much as she loves Gil, sometimes he could really stand to have some sense knocked into him.

“It’s nothing!” She waves it away, walking up to Harry to grab him by the forearms. “I wanted to have a nice Christmas, just us. I told Ben not to let anyone bother us, ok? I’m sick of all bells and lights and singing and that…eggnog crap that tastes like spoiled milk with cake mix thrown in.”

She emphasizes her last comment with a fake gag, forcing a slight chuckle out of Harry. She throws a quick glance over Harry’s shoulder to Gil, who’s just staring at her, eyes blank and confused. She tries to give him a little wink, but she’s sure it’s not enough for him to understand what she’s doing. Still, she tips her head their way, indicating for Gil to join them, and her shoulders relax when he simply shrugs and follows her.

“Can we snuggle Harry? I just need some time with my boys. This winter weather is shit. I’d like nothing more than to lay in bed and maybe watch a movie on the laptop.” She grabs Gil and yanks them both to stand beside her.  

“‘Pirates of the Caribbean’?” She adds, pouting her lips hopefully.

Harry grins instantly. “Oh Cap’n, you always know how to get me to do yer biddin’.”

She smiles brightly, pushing Harry back towards the bed. As he crawls into place, Uma is quick to pull Gil close to her.

“Clock ticking’s about to start,” she mumbles quietly, eyes still on Harry. “Make sure you have both arms around Harry as soon as we lay down, got it? The next 10 minutes are gonna be real tough on him. And us.”

She looks up briefly to Gil, relief flooding her chest when his eyes widen in recognition. He nods and scrambles quickly onto the bed, prompting another cackle from Harry when he leaps on top of him, wrapping his arms and legs around him and locking them together on the bed.

Uma manages a shaky laugh at the sight, her eyes darting quickly around the room for a second. She spots Harry’s hook on a high shelf, where Ben had made him set it when they arrived in Auradon. His sword is mounted in a case on the wall, out of commission.

She sighs in relief and crawls her way onto the bed, carefully positioning herself on the other side of Harry. He’s still laughing, and she offers a loving smile as she lays her head on his shoulder, placing a hand over his and Gil’s on his chest. Her grip tightens as the clock ticks its first, and she’s fast to swing her other arm behind Harry’s shoulder, holding firmly as his eyes bulge at the sound.

Harry’s face quickly twists from fear to anger as his fists begin to clench. Uma plants a small kiss to his shoulder before closing her eyes and bracing herself.

“Love you Harry,” she whispers softly, before the silence of the room is lost to a heart-wrenching scream.

Just a little weirdness

written for @descendantsgiftexchange for @telli1206 . hope you had a lovely holiday, and sorry for the wait!

Carlos liked to think that he knew Jay pretty well.

Wonders all around you

written for @descendantsgiftexchange for @fifthnormani . hope you had a lovely holiday, and sorry for the wait!

Jay stared at his rucksack, going over his mental checklist to see what he had missed.

He hadn't expected Gil to actually agree to a trip, but now that it was happening, Jay figured why not. Gil definitely wanted to experience the wonders of Auradon, and Jay could use a breather after a busy year.

"So," Mal drawled as she came up beside him, "all set for the honeymoon?"

Rolling his eyes, Jay said, "For the last time, it isn't a honeymoon."

my colors are yours (just a bit lighter)

There’s something isolating about being a third, about being the one left out of the loop. Audrey had known this feeling for years. It started when two sets of handwriting appeared along her arms. A triad soulmate pairing was seen as wrong, as a misalignment. When it became clear that the others were from the Isle, well of course they couldn’t be her soulmates.

A lil gift for @blogoffunstuff (I’m pretty sure that’s how it’s spelled) for @descendantsgiftexchange

A Jarlos playlist for you, my love

Merry Christmas

Snowfall

Pairing: Ben/Jay

WC: 800+

A/N: Happy holidays @benjaycaptain from your @descendantsgiftexchange gifter! I hope you enjoy this little fic, it's unbetad so please forgive any tenses or Grammer errors (I'll come back and fix them when I have extra time). Sorry it's not longer, it was an interesting challenge doing Ben/Jay as I've never written them before so I hope they are in character!

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! 🎉

-

“You coming out or what?”

Jay didn’t turn around as Ben straightened in the doorway. Realizing he’d been caught, Ben closed the door to the tower behind him. Jay didn’t even flinch at the sound and Ben took that as a good sign. Ben cleared his throat. “Didn’t want to startle you.”

“I don’t bite,” Jay shot Ben a smirk over his shoulder. “Unless you ask.”

Ben felt himself blush and cleared his throat, “Right…” He thought back to the time of one of his first fittings in Evie’s dorm. In his rush to get to his appointment on time, he entered without knocking which resulted in Evie throwing him roughly against the wall with her fabric scissors pressed against his neck. His hand came to rub the small scar it left as she pulled away. After that, he learned quickly to make his presence known when entering a room. He decided to change the subject. “Don’t you think that’s a little dangerous?”

Jay was sitting on the stone wall of the castle tower, his feet dangling over the edge. Jay glanced down at the multi-story drop below and shrugged. “I’m fine, I’ve done worse things before.”

“Whatever you say, man.” Ben didn’t doubt his statement. After hearing some of the many, many stories of what he’d done on the Isle, Ben was sure he’d done worse. It didn’t stop him from worrying though. “I’d still feel better with your feet on the ground, though.”

Jay turned his body around, one leg resting on the inside of the tower while the other was bent and placed on top of the tower wall. His arms wrapped around the perched leg. “Please, I’ll be fine. Nothing to worry about.”

Ben gave him a skeptical look.

“But,” Jay sighed, letting the word drag out. “If it would make you feel better, I’ll get down.”

As Jay pushed himself off of the wall, he moved across the small space toward Ben. After getting a few steps toward him, his foot came down on a patch of ice neither of them knew was there. His eyes went wide as he started to fall backwards.

“Jay!” Ben gasped out, his adrenaline kicked in and in a few strides he was close enough to Jay to grab him, stopping his fall.

“Oh my- are you ok?!” Ben gasped, still not letting him go. He looked Jay over, rambling frantically. “I didn’t even notice that ice! I knew it was snowing but I didn’t think- I have to get the staff to salt up-”

Ben cut himself off once his eyes met Jay’s. They were incredibly close. Close enough for Ben to see the individual eyelashes on Jay’s face. Ben felt his face flush again, something that was becoming increasingly frequent around Jay, and dropped his hands from Jay’s body. “Uh,” Ben gulped before clearing his throat. “Anyway, I’m glad your alright.” Ben pointed his thumb at the door behind him, taking a step back. “Uh, I really- I should be getting back now, so-”

“W-wait,” Jay said, grabbing Ben’s hand and stopping him before he could pull away. Ben’s face felt like it was on fire, but he couldn’t help noticing how flustered Jay was. If Ben didn’t know any better, he’d say Jay was blushing as well. Jay cleared his throat, “Don’t go. Uh, you never said why you came up here.”

Ben racked his brain, trying to think of anything besides how warm Jay’s hand felt in his. “O-Oh! Uh, right. I actually heard it was snowing. S-so I came up here to watch the snow before my next meeting.” It was true, Ben always loved watching the snow and this tower, one of the highest in the castle, had the best view.

Jay nodded his head and looked over his shoulder then back to Ben. “If you still have the time, wanna watch the snow together?”

Ben smiles and feels himself blushing more. “Yeah, sure. I’d love to.”

Jay’s face breaks out into a large grin as he pulls Ben carefully over the patch of ice. The stare out at the view of the snow covered gardens below in a comfortable silence.

The snow started getting heavier as time went on, but neither of them really noticed. Their hands were still connected, at some point entwining their fingers together as well.

That warm, little feeling

written for @descendantsgiftexchange for @truth-from-lies-in-fiction. sorry it's late, but here's a little mal/evie ficlet. hope you had a lovely holiday!

Evie sat at the nook in her bay window, gazing out into the courtyard, watching the wind dance between the bushes. Half of the trees no longer had green on them, and the wonder of the season's changes still captivated her.

This wouldn't be the first winter she spent in Auradon, but it would be the first one since she and Mal got together, since they quit their slow and clumsy song and dance around each other, since they stopped letting their caution and doubt get the better of them.

She sighed, both rueful that it took them so long and giddy that it happened at all.

Still, it would be the first Christmas that they would share together, and Evie didn't know how to proceed.

happy holidays @one-hundred-small-pineapples !! i was your secret gifter for @descendantsgiftexchange :) you mentioned evie being one of your favourite characters so i made this. i hope you like it !! <3

happy holidays @one-hundred-small-pineapples !! i was your secret gifter for @descendantsgiftexchange :) you mentioned evie being one of your favourite characters so i made this. i hope you like it !! <3

"I don't think this is such a good idea."

Uma tramps up the hillside, the frosty grass crunching underneath her feet. The wind seems to get colder and colder as she and Harry traverse closer to the forest.

"We're just going on the edge," she calls back to her not-quite-officially-first-mate (after all, you need a ship to have a first mate, and all Uma has right now is Murphy's dinghy, which he uses every day but Tuesday to fish, so it's not much use). "And we'll get a bush."

Harry frowns. "But it was a tree on the TV," he says. "But okay. If you say so, captain."

The two slip and slide down the muddy hill, down to the creepy forest. Uma hasn't gone here before. She's explored every corner of the Isle, from Scar's "Pridelands" to every nook of the dock. Here it is a mystery.

But she's not here to explore--she's here to get a bush for a Christmas tree.

The Isle doesn't celebrate Christmas. Why would they? All that nonsense about being good and nice--Uma had thought it was hilarious. Nevertheless, commercials from Auradon played on the small TV at the Chip Shoppe. Both Uma and Harry had seen how Gil's eyes had lit up when he saw the decorated tree, complete with candles (fire hazard, Harry had pointed out, which was rich coming from a Hook of all people. But maybe he meant it like a good thing.) and glittery glass balls.

Since Gil is not-quite-but-technically-her-second-mate, Uma decided she would give Gil a Christmas tree. Or bush.

Uma takes the knife she smuggled from the kitchen and glances around, looking for an appropriately sized bush. The two children remain at the edge of the forest, unwilling to go much further.

"I heard Madam Mim lives down here," Harry says, picking up a stick and swinging it experimentally around.

"Uh-huh," Uma says.

"Come here, Harry, I found it," she says, pointing to a scraggly, thorny bush that was appropriately sized for them to carry around without looking too weird.

"That doesn't look like the tree we saw on TV."

"They don't grow here," Uma says. Indeed, the only trees that grew on the Isle were bare and black and thorny. They had once been green, the older kids always said. Uma never believed them.

"Not even the trees like us," Harry says.

"It's missing something," Harry says. They managed to lug the bush without getting too many thorns in their hands, and without Gil spotting them. It is meant to be a surprise, after all.

"Yeah, those glass balls," Uma says. Where could she find something similar...? Glass balls themselves wouldn't be here, on the Isle, but if she found colourful glass of some sort that she could string onto the prickly branches...

"And those candles!" Harry has that fire-loving look in his eye.

"No," Uma sighs. A thought strikes her. "Hey, Frollo has those fancy glass windows in his church, right?" The windows of the church itself are boarded up, but Uma is fairly the old bastard has some fancy glass somewhere. Harriet says he does, she remembers when he hadn't boarded up the windows, and Uma doubts he would've gotten rid of them entirely.

Harry glances at her. "I'll get the bat," he says, immediately catching onto what she's suggesting. The bat, of course, being the weapon of choice when going anywhere near Frollo.

.

.

Uma and Harry, who is now armed with a bat he had to wrestle away from CJ, walk towards the church, which is really just a stone building with a fancy entrance. The only reason why Frollo hasn't been ransacked is because of his stupid guards who hunt down anyone and anything. Loyal like dogs, is what Ursula had said. Was being loyal like a dog a bad thing? Well, Frollo's guards were a nuisance anyway.

They walk through the streets of the Isle, the wind still cold and nipping at their bare hands and faces. Luckily for Uma, she won't have to deal with Mal, because Frollo's church is just bordering on Mad Maddy's territory, and Mal has made an enemy of the Mim, so Uma is safe--as safe as she can be, that is. Mad Maddy and Uma are on decent terms, but Uma doesn't trust Maddy as far as she can throw her.

"No guards today," Harry says happily, when the stone church comes into view.

"Good," Uma says. Guards would have just been an obstacle to overcome, but she wouldn't have let them stop her. She is determined to get this for Gil.

Harry stands guard while Uma climbs up onto the window ledge and kicks down the wooden boards, rotting and poorly placed. Almost like a child put them up. Oh well, all the better for Uma, it just means it's easier for her to get through.

She lifts Harry into the empty, musty church, immediately muffling a sneeze. It is completely empty, devoid of life. There's one pew--either because there weren't enough when Frollo initially claimed this building as his or he just expects everyone to stand--and some sort of table up at the front, with a little cross nailed onto the wall, and a door leading to another part of the building. Uma doesn't see any stained glass here.

"What do we do if we don't find any?"

"I bet the Tremaines have some," Uma says in response. And if not the Tremaines, then Ginny Gothel. And if not her, then...Uma could figure something out. Maybe she could die some pieces of fabric.It didn't matter, she would make this tree for Gil.

They head down the hallway, peering into the rooms for these stained glass windows. There's a room with a cot--does Frollo sleep here? Uma wishes she had brought some rotting fish--and a room filled with--

Stained glass windows!

Uma gestures Harry over and they head into the room, Harry swinging around his bat to smash them into decent sized chunks. They're harder to smash than they look, and it takes them a good few minutes to get the pieces into a decent size.

"Uma?"

Uma kicks aside some boring shards of yellow glass and looks up at Harry. "What?" she asks. Harry simply points, and Uma turns, and there's a girl dressed in a drab grey dress, dark eyes comically wide as she witnesses Uma and Harry destroying the glass. Uma and the girl look at each other for a few seconds, Uma wondering if she'll ever start talking.

The girl clears her throat, and summons a righteous look of anger on her face. "Why are you desecrating the art of this church?" she demands, her voice hoarse. Uma tilts her head.

"We're celebrating Christmas," she says haughtily, fully aware she has been caught at the scene of her crime by who Uma assumes is Frollo's child. She pities the woman who had to bear this kid, and put up with Frollo of all people, who is definitely worse than ninety percent of the Isle.

The girl sputters. "By destroying things?!" she demands. "By destroying the visage of the blessed saints?!"

"We're decorating our tree," Harry says, holding up a bag with multicolored glass shards.

The two begin to stroll out casually, their mission complete. Uma steals a glance at the girl, who's mouth is opening and closing like a dying fish, following after them, like a scolding schoolteacher.

Finally, she gathers her words. "The tree isn't--that's not Christmas! Christmas is about out Lord and Saviour Jesus--"

Uma and Harry close the heavy wooden door to the church, cutting of the girl's voice.

"That was weird," Harry says.

"Yeah," Uma agrees. "Next stop, the Tremaines."

"...Hey, Uma," Harry says. "Who's Jesus?"

Uma shrugs. Probably someone from Auradon.

.

.

The Tremaines are closed, but Uma doesn't care and marches straight in. Harry is slightly reluctant to go in, perhaps worried he might see his sister and Anthony...ahem, passionately intertwined. But the only ones there are Diana and Dizzy Tremaine.

"Can't you all read the sign?" Diana asks, not glancing up from the mess of craft materials she and her sister have dragged out.

"No," Harry says. "I'm illiterate." He drops the bag of glass onto the table. "Can you make some ornaments out of these?"

"Where'd you get this?" Diana opens the bag and peers inside. She whistles in surprise. "You got your hands on some stained glass. Is the barge in town or something?"

"No," Uma shakes her head. The barge won't come until the spring, she knows. They already received their autumn-winter garbage drop off. "We got this from Frollo."

"He gave it to you?" Diana blinks. "He must have been in a really good mood. Christmas spirit, maybe."

"No, we stole them," Uma says, narrowing her eyes. As if she'd ever make a deal with Frollo. "Can you make them into ornaments or not?"

"What's in it for me?" Diana crosses her arms. Dizzy is still completely absorbed in gluing together two pieces of gold chains. Harry is eyeing the pile next to her, perhaps an idea brewing.

In the end, Diana takes all the green and purple coloured bits of glass, citing she wants them for earrings, which leaves the two pirates with the red, the white, and the blue. It's fine, but Uma wishes she still had the green. It is, after all, supposed to be a Christmas tree, and green is a Christmas colour. At least Diana did a good job of smoothing down the edges of the glass so that Uma doesn't cut her fingers every time she handles them.

And, just as Uma thought, Harry bartered with Dizzy to get some of those gold chains to string around the bush. It wasn't a fair deal, but hey, Dizzy is four, she would be fine.

Having secured the decorations, their next stop is Big Murphy's dinghy (which is Uma's on Tuesdays), where the teen is getting ready to go fish before it gets too cold. "Hey, Murphy," Uma says. "Can we get some fishing twine?"

Murphy peers at them, then the stuff they're holding in their hands, and then back to them. "Why?" he asks suspiciously.

"Why do you want to know?" Harry says.

Murphy raises an eyebrow. "I don't know, you look like you're up to no good."

"We're," Uma glances around, searching for Gil. She can't see him, but she lowers her voice anyway. "We're making a Christmas tree for Gil. We need the twine to hang up the decorations."

Murphy doesn't look very convinced, so Uma decides she'll throw in a deal to sweeten it.

"If you give us one roll of twine," Uma says. "You get free meals at the Shoppe for a weak." Ursula would make her do double shifts for a month for this deal, but it would definitely be worth it.

Murphy blinks at her sudden generosity. "Three meals a day?"

"One."

"Two," Murphy counters.

"Deal."

He hands over the twine. "Have fun," he says.

"Ursula's gonna kill you for that deal," Harry say.

"Yeah, and?" Uma retorts. "Let's go decorate the tree."

the violence in the pouring rain

The ships were dark, everyone hunkered down in the hulls. There weren't enough places inland for them all, so on the ships they stayed. Even the ones who did have a place to stay elsewhere stayed, down with the ship and all that nonsense.

The storm was hitting full force now. The end must only be a day or two away with how long they had been under siege. There had been no warning for this storm for once. Just a drop then a sudden rush of water. They barely had any time to change the sails before everything went to hell.

Harry paced around the room, itching to leave and check on the others. Uma just watched, knowing she couldn’t calm him for once. The storm had left everyone on edge, but it was effecting these two in particular harder, Uma with the knowledge that the ship hadn’t been ready to leave port and thus will have many more damages than usual, and Harry with the knowledge that both The Shattered Hope and the Jolly Roger were able to leave port and ride out the storm in open sea. If those ships went down, they couldn’t save them; The Lost Revenge would go down as well if they tried.

So there they waited in the captain’s cabin, watching over the deck and sails. Preferring to dwindle down Uma’s personal stash of food rather than take the trek to the mess hall and take food from the crew’s mouths. It has been three days now. They shouldn’t have very much longer to wait out. Right?

Claudine sat restless, stuck on a boat that wasn't her own, locked in a room for days now. She couldn’t even relieve her boredom in her normal ways, not with Marya across the room. The bleeding scratches hidden on her legs were the only thing keeping her sane. She pressed her fingers into the marks, sending a flare of pain through her body. A slight hiss escaped her lips, yet her shoulders relaxed.

Marya’s head snapped towards her, concern lacing her eyes. She looked over her, before moving towards Claudine, the string in her hands all but forgotten. Sitting beside her, close but never touching, she started to ramble. On and on, Marya talked about anything and everything; she talked about patients and Sammy and people in general before switching into Russian and talking about who knows what. This continued on for what felt like forever, but it did keep Claudine’s mind off the storm, off the isolation. The words kept going, kept calming, until a series of knocks came. Foods here.

Harriet stood on the deck, the crashing waves, pouring rain, and severe rocking barely phasing her. Drinking straight from the bottle, she watched everything. Her ship and how it was taking the storm. Her fathers ship and how far worse it was doing. The Isle and all the water it was taking. It was all under her eyes, all for her to consume. She takes another drink before walking back to her cabin.

They had left her. Went back to their cages. Far far away from her. It’s not like she needed them here. All of their complaining and posturing would’ve been a nightmare. She didn’t need Anthony’s cold hands or his hypocritical concern. She didn’t need Ginny’s weight on her or her dramatic sighs. No. She didn’t need them at all. All she needed was her ship, which need to survive this god forbidden storm. (If Claudine stayed alive long enough for her to force the burden once more onto Uma, that would be a plus.)

A gift for @shouldwemaybe for the @descendantsgiftexchange! I hope you enjoy Anthony being a disaster! Happy holidays <3

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies)

Relationship: Ginny Gothel/Harriet Hook/Anthony Tremaine

Characters: Anthony Tremaine, Harriet Hook, Ginny Gothel, Audrey Rose (Disney), Sammy Smee, Evie (Disney), Dizzy Tremaine, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Holidays, Christmas, Gift Giving, Designer Anthony, Isle of the Lost is a Terrible Place (Disney), Anthony struggles to go Christmas shopping

Summary: “This year, they had a reason to celebrate. Anthony was celebrating the freedom of the Isle, and he was sure plenty others were as well. Life had the possibility of being good, a luxury none of them had ever had before.”

or, anthony struggles to find gifts for harriet and ginny