The Darkest Love Maleficent X Hades

19 Pink flamingo

Maleficent POV's

We finally finish the ridiculous song and dance, and I'm relieved it's over. Bridget, with her usual optimism, offers a cupcake to Uliana. "Thanks..." Uliana says, her voice dripping with fake sweetness as she takes one, locking eyes with Bridget in a way that makes the atmosphere tense. Bridget, completely unaware of what's coming, starts to chirp, "Oh sure... for sure... I'm happy to.." But Uliana cuts her off sharply, her voice now cold and mocking. "For all," she says, and before anyone can react, her tentacles shoot out, snatching the entire tray of cupcakes from Bridget's hands. Bridget's face twists in confusion, and it's almost pitiful to see.

"I mean," Uliana continues, her tone full of sarcastic amusement, "flamingo feathers are, like, super rare, right?" Suddenly, it clicks for me, this isn't just about taking cupcakes; it's about putting Bridget in her place. "HEY, give that back to her!" Ella steps forward, trying to defend her friend. Her earnestness would be admirable if it weren't so pathetic. "Ugh, how lame," I think to myself. Uliana turns her gaze to Ella, her eyes narrowing with disdain. "I'm sorry? I don't speak peasant girl," she says with venomous sweetness. Then she adds, "And I love your outfit, by the way... it's just so... put together." With a swift, deliberate motion, she tears a piece of fabric from Ella's outfit. The sound of ripping cloth is followed by the laughter of James and Morgies, who are clearly enjoying the spectacle.

I can't help but smirk, satisfied with how things are playing out. Beside me, Hades grins, and we both move forward to back up the others. But Uliana isn't done yet. She turns back to Bridget, her voice now a cruel imitation of Bridget's own. "My name's Bridget, and I have to bribe people with treats to be my friends because I'm such a loner," she mocks, her words cutting through the air. The laughter around us swells as Bridget and Ella instinctively step back, holding hands in a pathetic attempt at solidarity. 

"Hey, the code of conduct prohibits theft and bullying!" A new voice suddenly cuts through the commotion. It's another girl, this one with blue hair and a shovel in hand, stepping up as if she actually believes she can stop us. I squint, trying to figure out who she is. Where did she come from? I've never seen her before, but it's clear she's another one of those goody-goodies who thinks rules and morality can change the world. How tiresome.

"Easy, lass," Hook chimes in, his tone casual and annoyingly flirtatious. "I dunno where you come from, but here we don't fight until after school... meet me then." Classic Hook—obnoxious and always useless with his flirting. Everyone knows who he's really interested in, yet he keeps up this charade. I roll my eyes, a chuckle slipping out at his predictable antics. But when I glance at Hades, I notice he's not amused. His expression has darkened, and I can tell he's still simmering over what happened earlier. He's tense, ready to snap. I reach for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, trying to calm him down. The tension in his body eases slightly, though his eyes remain locked on the scene, as if he's ready to strike at any moment.

"You wouldn't stand a chance," the girl snaps, shoving James back with surprising force. He just chuckles, unfazed by her boldness. "Listen, squid face," she snarls, directing her venom at Uliana, "give the cupcakes back, or I'll rip that magic tongue right out of your throat." This time, it's a red-haired girl stepping up, her eyes blazing with defiance. I've never seen her before, but there's something different about her, a sass and confidence that the others lack.

"Oh, girl..." Uliana laughs, the sound dripping with mockery. She meets the girl's fiery gaze, unfazed, while one of her tentacles casually plucks all the flamingo feathers off the cupcakes. "I only wanted the feathers," she says, her voice laced with irritation as she tosses the now featherless cupcakes to the ground. The cupcakes hit the dirt with a splat, sending crumbs scattering. The sight makes everyone around us burst into laughter, their amusement echoing through the garden.