mevie one-shots

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A/N : HI so i took a one year break but im back LOL

   Her left side felt like burning and an unimaginable pain was crawling slowly up until it reached her shoulder. Her face contorted in pain and oh, dear God maybe the blue-haired just noticed her painful expression when they turned to the right, heading straight to their dorm room to change their dress into another one, one more appropriate to dance the rest of the night. And it wasn't until she looked at herself in the mirror and saw her dress completely torn on the side that she saw what felt like a second-degree burn on her skin, probably a consequence of the dragon they fought earlier.
          

          Her mother.
                

                Maleficent.

      She knew how bad it hurt their fire. She knew ever since she burned her fingertips once, trying to control her inner dragon. But it never felt as painful as this one. And Gosh did it hurt just to see it. It felt as if her own skin was screaming for a cure. And now that she was aware of it, the feeling was even worse.

      "M, are you okay?" Mal could almost feel the soft purr of her voice against her ear as arms slowly made their way around her waist to pull her a bit closer, to feel her chest against her back. Slender fingers drawing patterns on her stomach as she always did when Mal was nervous or conflicted about something. But this time she quickly shivered and jumped slightly in pain when the fabric of her blue dress brushed against the burn on her side. She growled. And she did not like her reaction. "Mal?"

      "I'm fine. Let's change and go dance, okay?"

      The girl tried to slip away from her arms but Evie kept holding her because she knew something was off. And it was right there, in that hug, when she felt a sting of pain way worse than the last. Her hand immediately went to her skin to keep it hidden.

               But Evie's eyes were already on the injury.

And Mal was so ready to hear her complain about the dress she just destroyed because she wasn't careful enough with it. And to be honest, she just couldn't deal with that in that exact moment.

      "Evie, I'm sorry for the dress. I promise I'll pay yo-"

      "You hurt yourself..." Evie's soft voice, filled with... worry and what seemed to be sadness took her completely by surprise.

      "You're not... worried about the dress?" Mal gulped, her eyes fixed on Evie's as she frowned, still confused.

      "Mal, I don't care about the dress! You're hurt and you didn't say anything! Come here." Evie took her hands and the other girl flinched, another wave of pain going up again. "Take your dress off."

      "I'm sorry?"

      "You heard me. I can't take care of you if you're still wearing that amazing dress I made for you." Mal stood there, not moving a millimeter, her cheeks blushing and warmth growing inside her chest just because she felt... protected. Because Evie cared about her. "What? You're... shy now? It's not like I haven't seen you naked..." And that was the Evie she knew, the flirt and the teaser, and did she love every single thing about her but when she got sassy... it reminded her of good old times, back in the Isle, when they fell for each other.

      "It's not that, you idiot. I just need help. It hurts more than before and each second that passes is getting worse." She tried to move but the second she raised her arm she felt her head spinning and thank every Villain she adored because Evie was there to catch her right in her arms.

      "I got you," she whispered and kissed her forehead right before unzipping her dress and helping her change into something more comfortable but leaving her bare from waist up except for her bra. "It doesn't seem so serious. Let me take care of you, which means, no more dancing tonight. I'll tell the guys you don't feel very well and that I'm staying to make sure you're fine." Mal was so glad Evie knew she doesn't like weakness, or show it. She was just so glad to have someone like her by her side but couldn't help and feel bad about it.

      "Evie, no. Go dance and sing." She tried to convince her but Evie came from the bathroom and was already on her knees with a gauze soaked in warm water and carefully putting it on her skin. And Mal tried not so hard not to move. "Since when do you know how to treat injuries like this one?"

      "I used to take care of you back on the Isle... besides, Mommy and I used to make potions all the time in her cauldron which means getting burned when something went wrong. I needed to learn how to take care of myself." Evie didn't talk about what happened inside her castle that much. In fact, she barely did. Mal was sure she didn't like to talk about it. Too many bad memories. Too much pain.

      Emerald eyes locked into hazel's when the blue-haired princess looked up at her to see if she was alright with this. It felt intimate. Such a gentle touch coming from her blueberry princess. And when Evie smiled up at her, she felt her heart beating fast against her chest, her rhythm following the music playing outside. "What did I do to deserve you?"

      "You didn't have to do anything," Evie whispered and stood up, her hand still on her side, keeping the gauze touching her skin. Keeping her warm. Keeping her safe. "I love you because you're you." She said before leaving her speechless and kissing her like her lips were the air she so desperately needed to catch, and breathe. "And because you have an awesome fashion sense."

      "Idiot," Mal whispered laughing against her mouth, lips still brushing against hers.

      "Your idiot."

      "Yes... my idiot. Thank you for staying." A smile formed on her lips when she just received a kiss on her nose in response.

      And to be honest, it was all she needed.

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