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it's game time!
a/n: can you tell i stole this from my other descendants book ;p
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authors pov
10:12 AM. AURADON, THE UNITED STATES OF AURADON
"are we ready?!" audrey asks the cheer squad as people start to fill up the bleachers. y/n tugs on the blue, white and yellow [skort/shorts/leggings] as she stretches. she is not happy about this. she is not happy about this at all. the yellow bow on her [colour] [hair/braids/hijab/scarf/locs/twists] fall out of place as luna puts it back in.
"yeah!" the cheer squad shout, ruffling their pompoms and screaming and shouting in delight.
"you look so cute!" luna says, wiping under y/n's eyelids.
"that is not a look that i am going for," y/n says, closing her eyes.
"well, i'm sure someone appreciates it," luna says, giving y/n a squeeze before picking up her pompoms. and the person is definitely appreciated it.
y/n looks up, seeing mal and evie. she matches eye contact with them, the two girls waving at her. y/n sighs, waving at them back. this is the worst.
she turns to the sports field, seeing carlos on, wearing his tourney helmet. he's looking around though. she hums. what is she looking for?
"let's do this,"
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"this is a nail-biter, folks," the announcer says as luna ruffles the blue, white and yellow pompoms extremely enthusiastically. y/n does the same. less enthusiastically. but she is absolutely watching the game.
carlos is going to win. she can feel it. even though all she can smell right now is sweat from all the tourney players over exerting themselves.
"there's forty seven seconds left on the clock. we're tied up. the sherwood falcons, two. the fighting knights, two. what a game between auradon's most fiercest rivals. as the team gets into their huddles and take up position along the kill zone, the dragoneers have been laying down a withering hail of fire,"
carlos and jay run onto the field, making luna scream with joy. y/n looks over to her sister. oh moon it. she joins in. mal and evie recognise her screams, joining in with her. sisters from different misters and they will love each other like blood sisters.
"he's bringing that hothead jay in from the isle of the lost," the announcer says. "and that little guy carlos that can barely hold a shield," y/n rolls her eyes and scoffs at announcer. she bets that he's single and lonely.
the whistle blows and the timer continues. jay swoops in and takes the pass. carlos blocks the opposing team, making y/n smile. she taught him that. back on the isle.
"yes, carlos!" y/n shouts, unable to stop her words before they leave her mouth. luna smiles, watching her sister.
jay gets the ball back, passing it to ben through the kill zone. after a few blocks, he passes it to jay, who shoots for a goal but he misses. oh moon. y/n huffs as they retake it from the centre. they play as they did before, carlos blocking another player making y/n whistle. ben scores, letting the crowd erupt with cheers and chants. y/n jumps up and down, shaking the pompoms.
she hugs her sister and they both jump up and down together.
"what a team, incredible! and it's the new guys, jay and carlos, who set the prince up for a winner! what a victory! an absolute wonderful end to one of the best games ever! here they come folks, the winners of the first-"
"excuse me," ben says, taking the golden microphone off the announcer. everyone looks at him confused as he stands their with a massive smile. "excuse me, can i have your attention please?" the crowd starts to quieten down. "there's something i'd like to say!" everyone looks around, not expecting an announcement from him. "give me an m!" he says, making an m over his head with his hands.
"m!" the crowd, the cheer squad and the tourney players follow. and so so i.
"give me an a!"
"a!"
"give me a l!"
"what does that spell?!" ben shouts into the microphone. oh shit.
