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Relationships || Pink [Descendants: Wicked Wonderland]

The dorm room at Auradon Prep was a kaleidoscope of chaos: pastel streamers from Pink's latest baking party tangled with Y/n's scattered notebooks, each page scrawled with half-finished spells and Wonderland riddles. Pink sprawled on her bed, twirling a cherry lollipop, her tongue stained a vibrant purple. Her Wonderland Teas waitress uniform—a frilly apron and striped skirt—lay crumpled on the floor, traded for a glittery crop top and bunny slippers. She caught her reflection in the heart-shaped mirror, winking at herself as she licked the lollipop with exaggerated flair.

Y/n hunched over her laptop at the desk, a pilfered cigarette from Red's stash smoldering between her fingers. She flicked ashes into a dented Cherry Coke can, the hiss of embers meeting soda fizzing faintly. The glow of her screen cast shadows across her face, illuminating equations for a time-travel charm she'd been tweaking since the whole Rise of Red fiasco.

Pink tilted her head, watching Y/n through the mirror. "You like it?" she asked, nodding toward the cigarette, her voice bubbly as a Flamingo Feather Cupcake.

Y/n exhaled a thin stream of smoke, her lips quirking. "Feels like something I never knew I was missing."

Pink giggled, kicking her feet in the air. "So, you're a smoker now?"

"I'm smoking now," Y/n corrected, leaning back in her chair. "No plans for it to define me yet."

Pink popped the lollipop out of her mouth, twirling it like a baton. "What's the vibe for this weekend? I traded all my shifts at the tea shop. Free as a March Hare!"

Y/n smirked, tapping the cigarette against the can. "What we always do, Pinky—try to take over the world."

Pink rolled her eyes, hopping off the bed and padding to the mirror. She adjusted her crop top, fluffing her cotton-candy hair. "Can't take over the world in a hoodie, Y/n. Overton Square's got a ton of new shops. Let's go shopping!"

Y/n snorted, glancing at Pink's reflection. "Stealing a dress off a Mad Hatter mannequin doesn't count as shopping."

Pink spun around, planting her hands on her hips. "You're a gorgeous girl under that mop of hair and those baggy spell-casting robes. Think how much farther you'd get if you sparkled a little!" She struck a pose, shimmying her shoulders. "I make all the tips at the tea shop with these bunny vibes."

Y/n's eyes flicked to Pink's playful grin, then back to her laptop. "I don't give a fuck about sparkling, Pink. I give a fuck about being smart."

Pink sauntered over, leaning against the desk and peering at Y/n with mock seriousness. Her voice dropped to a teasing whisper. "You can be both. We're, like, the Wonderland fucking wet dream. Young girls with ambivalent sexuality, pheromones steaming off our bodies ­ I don't want some little jock-twat whose sexual standards are mandated by the shit porn he downloads. That's deli meat. I want a dry-aged, perfectly marbled slab of hot man meat to take me to pleasure town and then do aftercare on me." She sighed dramatically, then perked up. "Oof, I'm hungry. Wanna bake cupcakes?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow, amused despite herself. Pink's relentless cheer was infectious, even after everything—Red's betrayal, the time-travel mess, the Queen of Hearts' near takeover. But Pink, sweet Pink, had been caught in the crossfire, her trust in her sister shaken when Red sidelined her during the mission. The sting of that mistreatment lingered, fueling whispers of a "Queen of Mean" moment, where Pink might flirt with rebellion before reclaiming her kindness.

Pink's eyes softened, catching Y/n's gaze in the mirror. "I've seen how Red looks at you. When you're not drowning in that hoodie, I mean."

Y/n froze, the cigarette pausing mid-air. "No way."

"I'm serious!" Pink insisted, her voice a mix of mischief and sincerity. "She's all broody and intense, but her eyes go soft when you're around. She's into you."

Y/n shook her head, a flush creeping up her neck. Red—sharp-witted, rebellious Red—was her contrast, her spark. They'd bonded over unraveling the Queen's time-travel stuff, their late-night talks about Wonderland's chaos and Auradon's rules igniting something unspoken. "She's... different. She's smart."

Pink smirked, hopping back onto the bed and crossing her legs. "She's human. And she's got, like, a royal heart that totally wants to beat for a hot spell-caster like you."

"Stop," Y/n said, but her laugh betrayed her, warm and unguarded.

Pink leaned forward, her lollipop waving like a scepter. "Trust in my infinite wisdom, Y/n. I'm the queen of cupcakes and matchmaking."

The room fell into a comfortable quiet, broken only by the hum of Y/n's laptop and the faint clink of Pink's lollipop against her teeth. Outside, Wonderland's neon lights bled through the window, painting the walls in shades of crimson and gold. Y/n stubbed out the cigarette, her mind drifting—not to spells or Red, but to Pink's unshakable glow, a light that refused to dim even in her sister's shadow.