Descendants Fanfiction Collection

Perfection

Summary: Mal is left to pick up the pieces of her sister after Doug does something absolutely terrible. If you like Doug/Evie, I don't recommend this story. If you like lots of sisterly fluff and reassurance between Evie and Mal, then this is definitely for you.

A/N: I normally do not place warnings at the beginnings of my stories, but this is a special case. If you like Doug and/or Doug and Evie's relationship, I advise that you avoid reading this story altogether. If you are anti-Doug x Evie or just anti-Doug, then congratulations- you have found the Descendants fanfic of your dreams. Last chance... Turn back now or forever hold your peace. You have been officially warned.

Mal relaxed on her bed in her and Evie's dorm room, completely and utterly at ease. She was engrossed in a book, her eyes trained upon the words as she lost herself.

Everything was magnificent. Until Evie came barging in with such a storm surrounding her. Mal jerked with surprise, but whatever smarmy comment she was going to throw at Evie had disappeared from her mind.

"Evie?! Are you okay?!" Mal asked, shooting up from her position on the bed. Evie stopped in her fast approach of her own bed, her head down and her blue locks covering her face in a mystical veil. Mal hurried in front of the other girl, taking her shoulders in her hands gently.

She tried to see through the impenetrable wall of hair to the face underneath. Mal was growing increasingly worried as she didn't receive a response.

But then she felt it. One small, nearly imperceptible quake of Evie's shoulders. Mal immediately knew something was terribly amiss and she gently parted the hair covering Evie's bowed head.

What she saw upon separating the curtain was just as concerning as what she had gathered from its existence. Evie's face was covered in smeared mascara, pure blue trails streaking down her face as tear after tear rolled down her cheeks.

"Evie-" Mal started to speak, but Evie shook her head, suddenly clinging onto the shorter girl with such a force that Mal was completely pressed against her.

Mal blinked and returned the hug hesitantly, her heart wrenching with a deep ache when Evie sobbed brokenly.

The green-eyed girl guided them backward the best that she could so that they were sitting on Evie's bed. Mal then simply held the other girl in her embrace the best she could considering she was the smaller of the two.

Evie was curled up against her as closely as she could get without being practically on top of her, her body shaking with the tears that were currently drenching Mal's thin tee.

Mal couldn't help but feel herself growing increasingly more worried about Evie. What happened to her? Or who happened to her? Mal couldn't help but immediately feel an uncontrollable flame of pure rage at whoever could've caused this. She would skin them alive, hang the trophy on her wall, and then throw whatever remained of them in the ocean between the Isle of the Lost and the United States of Auradon.

Nobody messed with her sister.

Evie clung to her desperately as if Mal was her lifeline, her entire body dependent upon Mal's sturdy frame. Mal just let the girl lean against her heavily with Evie's chin on Mal's shoulder and her head tightly pressed against Mal's own.

Mal tried to control her breathing as well as possible, slowly exhaling and inhaling in hopes that Evie would catch on and do the same.

After what felt like an eternity, Evie let out a long, shaky breath as her grip slackened incrementally. Mal hummed in appreciation, vocalizing her approval of Evie's attempts to calm down. Evie breathed in and out as Mal stroked her hair absently.