a little dysfunctional, a little impractical (mevie//malvie)

growing old with you

It was dark, dreary and cold. It was a place to have them held captive, a place to hold them down. 

Everything was a rush, one second, their magic were being stripped away, the next, they were trapped under a magic barrier. 

 They didn't even realize that nine months had passed by and one by one, a generation below them had started. 

Maleficent wanders the halls of her castle, checking every room and every corner, searching for her, searching for the little child that ran across the Isle. 

"Come out, come out wherever you are, you little monster." She says tauntingly, a terrifying smile painted across her face as she took her steps, one by one, opening each door, each closet. 

Then she hears her, sneaking, tip-toeing behind her. Maleficent laughs, turning around and picking her up, swinging her around as she laughs, "Mom!" She giggles, her small, grabby and chubby hands flailing around. 

This was Mal, her daughter, the greatest thing to have ever happened to her while being trapped under this magical barrier. Mal was the magic she always wished she's had. 

She was pale, had big green eyes that were so curious about the fairytales her mother may or may not have altered. A villain was not expected to care but here was Maleficent, carrying her six year old daughter as a knock resounded from her double doors. 

She opens it, revealing the daunting figure of Hades as he held out his arms, Mal, being more of her father's daughter, immediately ran, letting herself to be carried by the god as Maleficent raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing here, Hades?"

The god turns to look at the fairy, taking something from his pocket as he hands it to Mal, "Bumped into Grimhilde on my way here, she told me to give this to the two of you." He says as Mal unfolds the tattered envelope. 

"To Mal, you're invited to my sixth birthday party, it's later in the afternoon, please come, you're my best friend and I really want to play with you! I'll see you there!" Mal reads in complete joy as Maleficent takes the envelope, reading the back of the card to see the details, written in perfect handwriting. Undoubtedly, that it was Grimhilde's. 

The small demi-god slash fairy slash expected dragon stares up at her parents with longing eyes and a pout, her puppy dog eyes coming into play, "Can I go?" She asks, her voice soft, Maleficent takes a deep breath, kneeling down as Hades does the same, "I'll let you go but, you have to give this to your Uncle Jafar first."

Maleficent hands Mal a box, filled with golden coins and a lamp, it was his share on behalf of the slop-shop, she nods eagerly, leaving immediately as she ran on the streets. 

Hades stares at Maleficent, a smirk on his lips as he stands up, "Are we even villains?" He asks, uncertainty lacing his voice as the then evil fairy shakes her head, "Our daughter really changed us for the better, huh?" 

Hades nods, "Yeah, pretty much."

Jafar scratches the back of his neck, searcing high and low for his son, "Jay, where are you?" He mutters to himself, crouching down to search for Jay under the bed, the boy laughs, sitting up at the dresser. 

Jafar felt a hand poking his ass, he furrows his eyebrows, removing half of his body from under the bed to see Maleficent's daughter with a big smile, "Hello! My mom said to give you this." She greets, giving him a box, Jafar smiles, ruffling her hair and taking the box, "Have you seen Jay, Mal? I need to give him a shower. Are you going to Evie's party, kid?" He asks, putting the box inside his drawer. 

Mal looks around, spotting Jay on top of the dresser with a big smile etched on his face, telling her to keep silent but Jafar was observant, he follows her line of sight and sees Jay, "Son, get down here." He says exasperatedly, Jay grumbles, glaring at Mal as she left.