Descendants Cast One-Shots

-Seeing You Clearly Part 2-

3rd person pov:

The next morning, Kylie stood in front of her bedroom mirror, nervously adjusting her glasses. Her fingers brushed over the frames as she hesitated. The memory of Malia’s words echoed in her mind: “You’re beautiful just the way you are. Glasses and all.”

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her backpack and headed to school. Today was going to be different—or so she hoped.
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The first half of the day went by quietly. Kylie tried to focus on her classes, relieved that most people seemed too preoccupied to notice her glasses. Occasionally, she caught a friendly wave from Malia in the hallway, and it bolstered her confidence. For the first time in weeks, she felt like she could actually keep her promise.

But when lunchtime rolled around, things started to unravel.

As Kylie walked toward the cafeteria, a loud voice rang out from across the hallway. “Hey, check it out—Kylie’s back in her nerd gear!”

Her heart sank as she recognized Jacob, a notorious loudmouth with a penchant for making others feel small. He was leaning against the wall with his usual crew of friends, all of whom were now turning their attention to her.

Kylie kept her head down, trying to walk past them, but Jacob wasn’t done. He stepped in front of her, blocking her path with an exaggerated squint.

“Whoa, hang on,” he said, leaning in as if inspecting her face. “Are those glasses, or did you steal the Hubble Telescope?”

His friends erupted into laughter, and Kylie’s cheeks flushed crimson. She tried to step around him, but he moved with her, still smirking.

“Careful, guys,” another boy chimed in. “She might use those things to see into our souls.”

The laughter grew louder, and Kylie’s hands shook as she reached up and yanked the glasses off her face. Shoving them into her pocket, she muttered, “Just leave me alone,” and hurried past them, her vision blurring as tears welled up in her eyes.
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Kylie found a quiet corner in the cafeteria and sat down, staring at her untouched lunch. She felt humiliated, small, and worst of all, like she’d let herself and Malia down.

She didn’t notice Malia approaching until she felt a familiar presence slide into the seat across from her.

“Kylie,” Malia said softly, her voice laced with concern. “What happened?”

Kylie looked up, quickly wiping at her eyes. “Nothing,” she mumbled, but the crack in her voice gave her away.

Malia’s eyes narrowed. She glanced at Kylie’s face and immediately noticed the absence of her glasses. “Where are your glasses?”

Kylie hesitated before pulling them out of her pocket. “I… I took them off. Jacob and his friends were making fun of me again.”

Malia’s jaw tightened, her normally warm expression turning steely. “What did they say?”

Kylie shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. They’re right. I look stupid with them anyway.”

“No,” Malia said firmly, reaching out to take Kylie’s hands in hers. “They’re not right. And you don’t look stupid—you look amazing. They’re just insecure jerks who think tearing others down makes them cool.”

Kylie didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the table. Malia’s grip on her hands tightened slightly. “Kylie, listen to me. You shouldn’t have to hide who you are because of people like that. And I told you—I’d take care of it if anyone gave you trouble. Who was it?”

Kylie hesitated, but Malia’s determined gaze was impossible to resist. “It was Jacob and his friends,” she admitted quietly.

Malia nodded, her expression darkening. She let go of Kylie’s hands and stood up. “Stay here,” she said.

“Mal, no—”

“I’ve got this,” Malia said, her voice calm but resolute. She turned and walked out of the cafeteria, her steps purposeful.
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Malia found Jacob and his friends near the vending machines, laughing and joking as if they didn’t have a care in the world. She marched straight up to them, her presence commanding enough to make them pause.

“Jacob,” Malia said, her voice cold and sharp. “We need to talk.”

Jacob raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Well, if it isn’t Malia. What’s up? You here to admire our good looks?”

“Actually, I’m here to talk about Kylie,” Malia replied, crossing her arms. “And the way you’ve been treating her.”

Jacob smirked, glancing at his friends. “Oh, come on. We were just having a little fun. No harm done.”

“No harm?” Malia’s voice rose slightly, and the people around them started to take notice. “You humiliated her. You made her feel like she had to hide a part of herself just to avoid your cruelty. That’s not ‘fun,’ Jacob. That’s bullying.”

Jacob shrugged, his smirk faltering slightly under Malia’s intense gaze. “Relax. It’s not that big a deal.”

“It is a big deal,” Malia shot back. “Do you know what it’s like to feel small because someone decides to make you a target? To feel like no matter what you do, you’ll never be enough? That’s what you’re doing to her.”

Jacob opened his mouth to respond, but Malia cut him off. “And if you think for one second that I’m going to let you keep treating her like that, you’re dead wrong. If I hear about you or your friends bothering her again, I promise you’ll regret it.”

The crowd that had gathered around them was silent, watching as Jacob’s bravado crumbled. He glanced nervously at his friends, but none of them stepped in to back him up.

“Fine,” he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Whatever.”

“Good,” Malia said, her voice firm. “Now leave her alone.”

Jacob and his friends slinked away, the tension in the air dissipating as the crowd began to disperse. Malia took a deep breath, her anger fading as she thought of Kylie waiting in the cafeteria.
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When Malia returned, she found Kylie sitting exactly where she’d left her, still looking nervous. Kylie looked up as Malia approached, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“What did you do?” Kylie asked cautiously.

“Just had a chat,” Malia said, sliding into the seat next to her. “You don’t have to worry about Jacob anymore.”

Kylie bit her lip. “Mal, you didn’t have to—”

“Yes, I did,” Malia interrupted, her tone soft but resolute. “Because I care about you. And because no one gets to treat you like that.”

Kylie’s cheeks flushed, and she hesitated for a moment before pulling her glasses out of her pocket and slipping them back on. “Okay,” she said quietly. “I’ll keep them on.”

Malia smiled, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to Kylie’s temple. “That’s my girl.”

For the rest of the day, Kylie wore her glasses proudly. And though the sting of the morning lingered, every time she caught Malia’s reassuring gaze, she felt a little braver. By the end of the day, she realized that maybe—just maybe—she could handle anything, as long as Malia was by her side.
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Bye pooks ❤️