ೃ⁀➷ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒 .ᐟ
*ੈ 🌷͙֒ ‧₊˚movie 1 ── movie 3
❛ 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗨𝗘 : set it off 𝗯𝘆 descendants ❜
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𖥻 JAY JAFAR ━━ ELIZABETH HEARTS.
❪ ongoing! ❫ 𝜗ৎ a fanfiction following the
disney movie...
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﹒⌗﹒🌹﹒౨ৎ˚₊‧ 𝓕𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍 was meant to be a celebration—vibrant decorations strung across the gardens, sweet treats and fountains at every turn, elegant banners flapping gently in the breeze. Music played in the background, and students roamed the lawn with their families, smiles and laughter blending with the sunshine.
But for Elizabeth, days like this were layered. Pretty on the outside, prickly underneath.
She stood near the edge of the food tables, watching Jay and Carlos excitedly approach the towering chocolate fountain like it was treasure. Jay, true to form, leaned forward and stuck his tongue straight into the stream of chocolate, eyes glinting with mischief. Carlos was bouncing beside him; his face lit with pure joy as he dipped strawberries and tried to keep from dropping them.
On the other side of the table, Elizabeth dipped her own strawberry with far more care, her gaze lifting just in time to catch Jay's antics. Her nose crinkled in disgust.
"Jay!" she exclaimed, stepping around the fountain with wide eyes and mock horror. "Ew!" She shoved his shoulder playfully, then grabbed his wrist as he reached for the nearest plate. "People actually eat from that, you know!"
Jay just grinned, chocolate still smeared near his mouth. "Relax, Red. Builds character."
Elizabeth hit his hand lightly. "No, it doesn't?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes and let go of Jay's wrist, brushing her hair back with a sigh. Her signature red heart barrette gleamed in the sun. "Gross," she muttered, but a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Just then, a voice called from the crowd. "Elizabeth! Come play!"
She turned to see Ashlynn. Elizabeth's eyes brightened a little, grateful for the invitation, and she followed her friend out to the grassy lawn where croquet mallets waited. She wasn't particularly good at the game, but something about hitting balls with a stick while wearing pastel colors made her feel like she was passing for normal—at least for a little while.
